Taking Over

AN: I'm decided that I wanted to start a new story; hopefully I can stay with it better. I'm planning on making it more involved and longer than my last one. This one will be in the magical world. Anyways…I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I'm putting this at the beginning and it applies to the whole thing. I own only the ideas; I don't claim to own any of the characters except for any I threw in and are obviously not part of the actual works of Harry Potter. I am making no profit, don't sue or any of that not so fun stuff. Thanks.

Chapter 1

"Why must you do this every night?" sobbed a feminine voice. The young woman heard it in her bedroom where she lay upon her bed, eyes tightly squeezed together in attempt to block out the sounds. "We need that money for other things. You just make more problems and then act horribly when you do this. What good is there behind it?" the voice continued.

A much deeper masculine voice replied in a harsh tone. "What good do you have at all? You don't work anymore; you just stay home and lay around on your lazy ass all day. It's your fault that we don't have that money for other things. You don't contribute to the income in this household. I bring it in, I should be able to do what I want with it."

"That doesn't mean that you have to go out and get drunk until you can't think straight. At that point no one wants to be around you and you give everyone a hard time. Then you're miserable the next day. I can't take this much longer!" cried the feminine voice. "I have to go," she said.

The young woman listened from her room as her mother got her stuff together and walked out the front door. She knew she would be back sometime before morning. Her mother would do this whenever her father became unbearably drunk; she would leave until he passed out and she knew it was safe to return without being further harassed and screamed at. The young woman hated when her parents fought. Over time, though, she learned to contain her emotions. Rare was it that she cried, but when her father began to yell at her were the harder times to hold it in.

Knowing she needed sleep to survive the rest of the summer, this young woman went to sleep in her own bed for the first time after returning from her private school: Hogwarts. Unknown to most, this was a school for witchcraft and wizardry, and this young woman was in fact a witch. Her name was Hermione Granger and she had recently completed her sixth year at Hogwarts. She was awaiting the beginning of her seventh and final year, which would begin at the end of summer.

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Hermione woke the next morning to the smell of eggs frying down in the kitchen. She wearily rose from her bed and approached her mirror. Looking at her reflection, she frowned at what looked back. Her hair was sticking out in every which way, worse than its usual frizzy mess. The leftover makeup she had on from the previous day was smeared around her eyes causing her to look like she had been on the less fortunate end of a fight. She sighed and picked up her hairbrush and began to work through the mess upon her head. Afterwards, she entered the bathroom where she washed the makeup off her face, the cold water startling her.

"Hermione, it's time to eat!" called her mother's crisp voice from the kitchen. Hermione grabbed the light blue towel from its position on the sink next to her and dried her wet, but now clean, face.

"Coming, Mother," she yelled as she exited the bathroom and began to make her way down the flight of stairs to the kitchen and her breakfast. The table was laid out for the three of them: Hermione, her mother, and her father, each with their own plate overflowing with freshly cooked food. With a smile on her face, Hermione sat down and poured herself a glass of milk.

"So, we haven't had much time to talk since you have returned home," began her father. "How was the school year?"

"It was wonderful as usual," replied Hermione simply. "And also, as usual, the teachers gave us loads of homework to do over our vacation. I plan on getting started tomorrow after I'm fully unpacked."

"That's our girl," commented Mrs. Granger proudly. This all was normal routine; they would never acknowledge anything that had happened the night before, no matter how horrible. They tried to pretend that it didn't exist and they lived a normal life without any problems much bigger than a rained out day.

After finishing her breakfast, Hermione excused herself from the table to continue the unpacking process. She had arrived home fairly late last night and gotten to sleep as soon as she could. As she was going through her items, she came across a pendant Harry had given her the year before. He, Hermione, and Ron all had identical ones. They were to glow red if any of them happened to be in serious trouble. Otherwise they were a pearly white, the color hers was at the moment. Putting it aside, she continued unpacking the rest of her belongings.

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Three weeks into the summer, Hermione went to Diagon Alley to stock up on supplies. She smiled at many of the witches and wizards she had met throughout her life as she strolled through the streets. Suddenly she heard a familiar voice calling her name from behind her. Hermione stopped and spun around to see who it was. Her eyes widened when the tall blonde came into her sight.

"Mary?" she asked incredulously. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I'm here getting new robes for…wait why did you never tell me that you were a witch? All this time I've thought you were just a plain Muggle, after thirteen years of growing up together and everything!"

"I was just thinking the same thing. We have so much to catch up on, I haven't seen you since last year. Where do you go to school?"

"Beauxbatons, have you heard of it? You know what? I was just on my way to this new shop that opened here, why don't we chat in there?"

"That would be great," replied Hermione, eager to see what her childhood friend had been up to. She followed her down a ways until they stopped in front of a small shop with the words "Tilda's Trinkets" embellished across the front window. They entered and sat at one of the tables that were scattered around the front corner.

"This is a nice place," Hermione commented, looking around her.

"Yeah," replied Mary, "it has a lot of little things that you can't find many other places. Anyways, where do you go?"

"Hogwarts, it's nice there; it's in England."

"I know of it." Mary looked past to the clock behind her friend. "Oh, wow, I didn't realize, I was supposed to meet my family ten minutes ago! But we'll have to get together sometime again before school resumes."

"Yeah, I'll see you around." With that, Mary left the shop, Hermione remaining behind. She took the opportunity to browse around to see what items there were to offer. Among her browsing she came across something dusty that looked strangely like a chameleon. With it was a small booklet entitled "Controlling Different Parts of the Mind." Assuming it was some silly Divination-related piece, Hermione went to move on, but found something keeping her there, wanting to know more. She opened the booklet and began reading

Have you ever wondered what all the human mind is capable of? What would happen if you used more than the average person? The following pages can show you. There is so much more to the mind than one would ever anticipate. If people could control more of their mind, completely new aspects of their personality could be grasped. Everything would be magnified and sharpened, all done by the simplest things. The chameleon possesses the power to make the change…

Hermione found herself enticed and quickly walked over to the counter. She ran the little bell repetitively, finding no one there. Just as she was about to come back later, a small woman entered from the small room behind the counter. Hermione got a glimpse of many cauldrons of potions simmering behind the door before it was snapped shut.

"I apologize," said the small lady. "I am working on some new products…oh I won't bore you with the details. Is that all you need?"

"Yes, ma'am," replied Hermione.

"Oh, no dear, please, call me Tilda; everyone does!"

"Alright Tilda, but it's still all." Tilda chuckled at the girl's wit and rung up her item. She thanked her and told her to come back again before disappearing back into the room behind her.

Hermione quickly rushed out and stocked up on everything else she had come here for before returning home. She couldn't wait to see what the booklet contained and how she could possibly use it.

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Hermione pulled out the booklet later that night and read it in the dim light of her bedroom.

Many people have parts of their life they wish didn't exist. Unbeknownst to many, there are ways of avoiding these without completely changing your life. You must be able to access a different part of your mind, which will take over and cope with these problems so you don't have to. Obviously this doesn't apply to simple things, but only major problems that one has to endure but shouldn't have to. You would still witness everything, but it no longer directly effects you.

There are parts of the mind people don't normally use. They are called the Splitusena Section. It holds control of your personality and outlooks; it allows you to perceive and be aware of everything around you. A little known discovery was made centuries ago, though. These secrets are kept in the chameleon.

The chameleon contained holds special powers. When grasped tightly in situations you should not be in, a different part of your mind takes over: the Spitusena Section. You are still conscious and the normal part of you can see what is going on, but a different part of you is in control and shields you from it all. Warning: use only when completely necessary and with much care. Results may vary and could prove to be dangerous.

Hermione's eyes widened, realizing what this could do for her. No longer would she have to endure her father's drunkenness. No longer would that pain be present. It was as if her hopes had been answered. She still had a hope though: that it worked.

From the floor below, a door slammed shut. It was her father arriving at the ungodly hour it was. She heard him move around, discarding his outerwear. Mrs. Granger had left a few hours ago to help her friend with her new child. She was to spend the night there, teaching her to cope with the "burdens" of motherhood. This left Hermione alone with her father.

Soon he discovered the absence of his wife and made his way up to his daughter's bedroom. She began to panic and did the first thing that came to her mind: grabbed the chameleon. It instantly began increase its temperature at a fast pace in her hand. The next thing she knew, it was as if she was pushed back, watching her life go by and something else took over: something possibly stronger and more defiant. The chameleon fell from her hand onto her bedspread and her head turned as she saw her father enter the room.

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AN: There's chapter one. It was fairly long, sorry if it felt like it didn't go much of anywhere. I have a big plot weaving through my mind, many ideas surfacing. This should be original…I've never seen any others like it at least. But I'm hoping that it works out well. Let me know your opinion on it. AKA PLEASE REVIEW! I plan on updating every week during the weekend if I can, but I really will try my hardest to do so. Remember, it's you that keep this story alive (there's not much other purpose as I won't/can't do much else with it besides post it). Anyways, you know where the little button is )