A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews! I am happy to know that most of you are enjoying the concept of the story. I meant to say this in this first chapter, but this story is actually inspired by a fic from the Buffyverse that I absolutely used to love called "Slave4U" by Tango. It was brilliantly written, however, it was never completed which annoyed me like no other. It had so much potential and it inspired me to write a kind of HP spin off in my own perspective but in reverse (you will understand if you read the fic).

Special Shout Outs: Albrkic - Kudos for catching the story's inspiration. Nice one! Pawsrule - Major shout out for returning back to review/read my latest story. I absolutely LOVE to see faithful reviewers/readers return. Not only does it make me happy, it totally makes writing fanfiction worth it! Nym13 - Your review was lovely to read and it has been a pleasure corresponding back and forth with you. :)

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Happy Game of Thrones Premier Night! Now moving on with the story…


CH. 2 –Adjusting to the Changes

"Hermione, Hermione…" I kept hearing my name repeated over and over again. I moaned and snuggled deeper into the sheets trying to make the noise go away. This was honestly the best sleep I have ever had and nothing was going to take me away from it.

"Hermione, come on its time to get up…" the voice spoke again with a gentle shake to my shoulders. I sighed in irritation as I reluctantly open my eyes to a deep sea of green. Almost immediately, my heart starts to race as I begin to take in the surroundings. I was no longer with Elise and the other muggle-borns in our cramped quarters; I was in bed with the Prince of House Black sharing a mattress fit for a small family.

"I am sorry to wake you up, but its day break and I am sure Ms. LeFont would be non too pleased for you not to report for duty on your first day," Harry said to me with a look of regret on his face.

"You are right Master Potter, apologies. I will get ready promptly," I stated, throwing the sheets back from my body and moving to get out of the bed. Before I could place my feet upon the ground, I felt a tug on my hand. I turned my head back around to face the source of the movement.

"No Master, I am just Harry remember?" He responded with a small smile forming on his face. I nodded reluctantly, still unnerved by the relaxed mannerism. He moved his hand away from mine and reached out to touch my bushy untamed hair. I looked at him with a peculiar expression as he moved his fingers through my mane. "Apologies if I making you feel uncomfortable, but I just had to touch your hair. It is golden in the daylight, did you know that?" He asked me quietly.

I shook my head no, not trusting my voice to do the talking. Suddenly, a light tapping noise could be heard against the door of the bedchambre. Harry dropped his hand away from my hair halfheartedly and turned facing the door.

"Yes?" He called out in an irritated tone.

"Master Potter, Master Black wishes for you to break your fast quickly and then meet him in the downstairs study. You have a visitor," a feminine voice responded from behind the door.

"Tell my godfather that I will be along shortly," He stated before moving to get out of bed. "A wardrobe has been set up for you along side mine with suitable clothing. Please let me or a servant know if you are need of anything else."

"Thank you, I am sure it will be fine," I replied. He nodded once before disappearing into another room to go prepare for the day I presume.

I walked over to my wardrobe and opened the doors. I could not help myself as my jaw dropped of its own accord. There were more elegant dresses than I had ever seen in my entire existence, and all of them were mine. It made sense to have all of this clothing, after all, I am now a servant meant to please and attract my owner. Oh if only my parents could see their sweet little bookworm now. I took a deep breath trying to collect myself. I would not allow the hot tears that were threatening to spill surface. I moved to pick out a dress and face the day ahead of me.


Harry's POV

As I walked solemnly from the dinning hall, I started to think about my life. From the common outsider, my life would appear to be quite brilliant. I am Prince to House Black and the only remaining heir of House Potter. My fortunes rivaled even the wealthiest wizards in the world. I am among the top of my class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I supposedly ended the life of one of the most evil wizards of all time at the tender age of one. Yes, from the outside my life looked pretty much perfect.

From the inside however, life was not so great. Becoming the last remaining heir of House Potter left me parentless. With every passing day, I cannot help but think that it is my fault that Lily and James Potter are no longer in this world. They sacrificed themselves in order for me to live mine and that just did not sit right with me. As their best friend, Sirius took me in and raised me as his own. He was a great leader and an exceptional godfather, but he was always for the lack of a better term, so serious. Remus Lupin, my other father figure, claims that Sirius was the most humorous person that he has ever met. Apparently, back in school Sirius was always getting into trouble for his trickery and mischievous behaviour. Sometimes I wonder if Remus and I are discussing the same person.

Aside from being an orphan, that dark wizard that I had supposedly destroyed is not so dead after all as I discovered from my time at Hogwarts. Every year at that school since I have been attending at age 12 has been a disaster. I have been attacked by trolls, other dark wizards, a three-headed dog, a giant serpent, and too many other terrible things to name. All of this was because of the completely mad dark wizard Lord Voldermort. I made a vow to myself that I was never going to return to that bloody school ever again. I much rather spend my time getting to know Hermione…

"Harry, come inside please. We have much to discuss," Sirius called out from his seat in the study, interrupting my thoughts.

I nodded towards him and walked further into the room only to come face to face with a woman dressed in proper wizard dress robes. I narrowed my eyes and turned around to walk back to the grand staircase.

"Harry James Potter that is no way to treat a guest. Get back here immediately!" Sirius yelled at me in anger.

I had already reached the edge of the staircase before I turned back around again facing both Sirius and my "visitor".

"If Professor McGonagall is here, she is only here for one reason and the answer is no. It serves me no purpose to sit here and have a pretend civilised conversation about it," I returned in annoyance, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Mr. Potter, I understand your qualms, but I would appreciate just a moment of your time if you please," She said coming forth out of the study behind my godfather.

I sighed out loud, but moved my hands indicating that she had my attention.

"I know that these past years at Hogwarts may not have been the most pleasant of experiences—I snorted at the statement, earning a stern glare from Sirius—but as Headmistress I am urging your return."

"Why, so Lord Voldemort can finish off the job he started?"

"Harry!"

"Mr. Potter, I have every confidence with the new wards we have placed around the school that Hogwarts will be impenetrable."

"Tell that to Professor Dumbledore. Oh wait, you can't because one of Voldemort's followers, one of your teachers, killed him!" I said in anger.

For the first time, Sirius and Professor McGonagall remained quiet. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore's death had greatly affected the wizarding community in insurmountable ways. For many decades, he had been considered the only savior that our world had left. To me, he had been one of the greatest mentors and human beings that I had ever known.

"Apologies, it is just that I do not believe that Hogwarts will ever be safe again."

"Many of the students' parents refuse to allow their children to attend next school term and the Department of Magic is putting pressure on the faculty to force its closure. I believe that with you present Mr. Potter, the parents' decision to remove their children will be remedied."

"Perhaps Hogwarts closing would be the most prudent course of action for everyone's safety. If Voldemort wants to kill me, I'd rather him do it on my terms and not be attacked in bed at school."

"You are not going to die Harry. Not whilst I am alive," Sirius interjected with fire burning in his eyes.

"Perhaps it is best if we return to this matter at a later date. King Sirius, your hospitality has been much appreciated. May I please stop by your library before I am to depart?" Professor McGonagall questioned.

"Your presence is always welcomed at House Black, the library and the estate is yours for all welcomed guest," Sirius replied with a warm smile on his face.

"Gratitude," She said before turning her eyes to me and walking up the grand staircase.

Sirius motioned me over to the chair in the study. I followed his gesture and took a seat. He sighed before placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Your misgivings about returning to Hogwarts do not fall upon deaf ears. If it were my decision to make for you, I would not allow you to return next term. However, you are now of age and the decision is yours alone," He said.

"Well if you agree with my decision, why did you give Professor McGonagall an audience?" I replied in confusion.

"You needed to hear the other side of the matter. Also, I do not want to hear you speak of Lord Voldemort killing you so nonchalantly ever again do you understand me?"

"It is inevitable Sirius. The prophecy says, 'neither can live while the other survives' –"

"Harry, enough. Now there are matters of household we must discuss…"

I sighed, discussing matters of household was the last topic I wanted to talk about at the moment. However, I can imagine as a godfather that it would be easier to discuss than my impending demise. As the ever-dutiful Prince of House Black, I shoved down my emotions and put my mind on the task at hand.


Hermione's POV

The duties of household for a servant to a wizard I learned were fairly simple. Report to Ms. LeFont at first light of day, lessons on etiquette, lessons on horseback riding, lessons on wizarding world culture (without learning magic of course), and above all else remain available for any needs that Master Potter may have. Harry's needs take precedence over any required daily duties. I was actually looking forward to the lessons on wizarding world culture the most. That was until I discovered what these wizarding lessons entailed.

"The most popular sport in the wizarding world is Qudditch. Each side has two beaters, three chasers, one keeper, and one seeker…."

"There is constant rivalry for the category of most attractive wizard…Draco Malfoy of House Malfoy and Master Potter are usually the top picks…"

"Rita Skeeter is a phenomenal journalist for the Daily Prophet, her love horoscopes are simply divine…"

Lessons on wizarding world culture should be revised to lessons on wizarding gossip. If I was going to learn anything useful about magic it was going to have to come from the Black's library. I had been dying to visit the room since I first arrived here and I was determined to browse as many books in that collection as humanly possible.

"…and here is the Black's library collection. There are currently 10,500 books in possession. New inventory is brought in every two moons. On the far left side are books on spells and magicks, which comprises more than half of the whole collection. As a muggle-born you are restricted from exploring that section, and access to the library must be approved by either Master Potter or Master Black in advance," my tour guide Catherine advised me. She had to be one of the most irritating people I had ever met. Ms. LeFont put her second in command in charge of my lessons, and from the moment that Catherine started to speak, I could tell that we would not get along. So far, the best part of our lessons had been learning about the library. Catherine, it seemed, was quite taken with Draco Malfoy who was the constant rival of Harry, as she loved to tell me at every opportunity. Rita Skeeter was her favourite journalist for the Daily Prophet. She took our wizarding world culture lessons very seriously.

"Catherine, its past midday. Were you not supposed to be meeting with Ms. LeFont to discuss dinner plans?" I asked interrupting our tour.

"Oh yes, you are quite right Hermione! We shall continue our lessons tomorrow. Come along, I will make sure you are led properly to Master Potter's chambres," She responded attempting to guide me from the library.

"No, you do not have to do that. I would not want you to have to delay your meeting," I responded, desperately trying to remain in the library.

"Well that would be lovely. I really must depart. Until tomorrow!" She said quickly leaving the library in search of Ms. LeFont.

Catherine, it would appear was not very clever. Unfortunately for her, I was known highly for my cleverness and intellect. I smirked before running over swiftly to the books on spells and magicks. I glanced behind me to make sure no one was looking before I picked up a book on transfiguration. Of the books on magicks that I was able to smuggle throughout the years, transfiguration was by far my favourite subject. My plan was to just hide the text under my dress and walk back to Harry's chambre to hide it. However, my intellect was also my downfall at times. My one sneak peek at the first chapter turned into me reading fifteen.

"Who are you?" a stern feminine voice interrupted me from my reading.

I looked up from my book, practically dropping it to the floor. She wore dark wizard dress robes and a serious expression on her face. This was going to end badly.

"Hermione, M-Master Potter's new servant," I responded, biting the inside of my cheek nervously.

"Muggle-born I presume?" She asked with a quirk of her eyebrow. I nodded my head in agreement. "And what would Master Potter's muggle-born servant be doing in the section on spells and magicks?" She asked suspiciously.

"I-I was just returning the book Master Potter asked of me," I responded desperately trying to sound calm.

"A book on transfiguration? Unlikely, you see Mr. Potter absolutely hated the subject. I have first hand knowledge on the fact seeing as he is one of my students," She said crossing her arms across her chest.

"Professor Minerva McGonagall," I muttered softly under my breath.

"How do you know my name?" She asked with a frown adorning her face.

"You've written several books on the subject, a few were best sellers. You are one of the best conjurers the wizarding community has ever seen. Not to mention the fact that you are the first female Headmistress ever to be elected at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," I responded looking her in the eyes. There was no point hiding my knowledge, Professor McGonagall was far from a fool.

"Impressive. However, you are aware that practising or learning magic as a muggle-born is an offence punishable by death?" She questions. I nodded solemnly looking at the book in my hands. "I will have no choice but to inform Mr. Potter of your offence. Please wait here while I discuss the matter with Mr. Potter," She tells me before she walks out of the library.

I let out a deep breath that I did not know that I had been holding all this time. I was going to be murdered for doing the one thing that I loved most in the world: reading. Death by reading, it had an amusing ring to it. I could not believe that I was going to die this way. If anything I thought that I would have died of old age as a land dweller, with no sons or children to my name. To be honest, anything sounded better than being murdered. I felt sick to my stomach.

A few moments later, Harry and Professor McGonagall had walked back into the library. I tried to stand up straighter, if I was going to die, it would be on my terms.

"Gratitude Professor, I will handle it from here," Harry announced aloud, nodding to Professor McGonagall. She nodded back at me and I could swear she had a twinkle in her eye before she walked out of the room. Harry walked further in the room towards me before reaching out his hand to take my book away from me. He turned it over in his hands, looking at the title for himself. "Hermione, what am I going to do with you?" He said with a sigh, shaking his unruly black hair.

"Master Potter—" I tried to begin before I was interrupted.

"Harry," He corrected patiently with an amused expression on his face.

"I know what I did was wrong according to wizard's law, but the rules are completely outdated and barbaric. I know that I am of non-magical heritage, but I am magical. It simply lacks sense that as a muggle-born I am not allowed to pratise magicks. If I am to die because of this—"

"Wait a moment, who said anything about dying?"

"Pratising and learning magicks is punishable by death for a muggle-born…" I tried to stress to him slowly.

"I am fully aware of wizarding law on the subject. What I do not understand is why you believe that I would allow you to be murdered over something so absurd."

At this point I was at a loss for words. The only thing I could do was stare back at him in confusion. He was aware of the law, but he was not going to act on it. He was by far the most peculiar wizard I had ever met…

"If I were to punish you for anything it would be the fact that you were caught. I thought you were much more clever than that. If anyone but McGonagall had seen you with this book, I would have been in genuine fear for your life. You have to be more discreet and please never become a spy," He said with a grin on his face.

"So, I am not going to be punished to death?" I asked in clarification.

"And here I was thinking that you were in possession of high intellect," He replied sarcastically.

Letting my anger get the best of me, I reached out and pushed him in the chest with my hands. He laughed out loud at the failed attempt to move him. I blushed at my embarrassment before walking away to the window.

"Hermione, my apologies. I was just teasing. Now, lets discuss your magical education."

"My magical education?"

"Yes, McGonagall was impressed with the intellect she saw in you—"

"She was impressed with me?!"

"Yes, now if you would please stop repeating everything that I tell you this conversation would move along a lot faster don't you think?" He said giving me that smug look he was so fond of.

I narrowed my eyes at him before remaining silent. He took this as his cue to continue. "Remus Lupin is a professor at Hogwarts in the Defence of the Dark Arts who trains me from time to time, and he would more than likely have no trouble teaching you as well. I have already told the rest of the household that you have full access to enter the library whenever you choose to do so. Between Remus and your access to these books that you adore so much, I would imagine you would be on your way to receiving a full magical education."

"You would do that for me, regardless of wizard's law?" I whispered to him with tears threatening to spill down my face.

"You're worth it. However, you will have to learn to be more discrete until I convince my godfather—"

"Your godfather is not aware?!" I interrupted in shock.

"Oh no, quite the contrary. He is well informed. Let's just say that he isn't very happy about the arrangement. Not to worry, I can be very persuasive," He responded moving his eyebrows up and down. I reluctantly let a little smile break through my closed lips.

"Now we have other pressing matters to discuss. I heard that you started wizarding world culture today and that Ms. LeFont chose Catherine as your tutor. Would you like me to call upon a medi-wizard to help with the head ache you are sure to be in possession of right now?"

I laughed aloud before I could stop myself. "No you should not do that, but keep the medi-wizard on reserve. Tomorrow is sure to be worse. Rita Skeeter's gossip column is due to come out tomorrow," I replied with a smile on my face.

"Quite right you are, it will definitely be much worse. Tell me, what is the latest wizard gossip?"

"Well, apparently there is a face off between you and Draco Malfoy for who is more fanciable."

"There is no competition there. Clearly, I am the winner," Harry responded with a bright smile on his face.

I could not help but laugh again at his expression and generally just the person that he was turning out to be. I could think of worse things than being a servant to Harry Potter.


A/N: Well we got to see a more assertive, amusing side to Harry. I was questioning whether to put the Daily Prophet in here or not, seeing as newspapers would not be around during the times of Kings and Princes, but let's just pretend in this story that it does. They live in a world of magic so anything is possible. Preview for next chapter: magic lessons with Lupin, Harry and Hermione grow closer, and Draco enters to start up some drama. Thanks for reading and please review!