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Louis: the readers...

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Louis: "But why's the rum gone" (for all those dumb asses that is from Pirates of the Caribbean :)

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THERE IS TO BE NO UMBRIDGE IN THE BEGINNING MUAHAHHAHHA BECAUSE SHE IS TOO ummm...MEAN AND I NEED DUMBLEDORE IN THIS ONE

SHE WILL COME UP LATER THOUGH…AND HELL WILL RISE.

Story Start

"Hermione we're at the station"

Hermione moved her head up off the top of her trunk, where she had been resting. "Really?"

"Yes, hunny, now your dad is going to take your trunk out, do you want to go over by yourself or do you want to go yourself?"

"No, its ok I can manage it by myself"

"Don't forget Crookshanks"

Hermione opened the door of the car, suddenly surrounded by chatter and noise. Holding Crookshanks in his case with her left hand, she grabbed her trunk with her right hand. Moving somewhat awkwardly through the wave of tourists and business people, she managed to find herself in front of the column.

Waiting until a particularly large wave of tourists came by, Hermione made it look like she was casually walking and then poof she was on platform 9 3/4.

"Hermione!"

Looking to her right she saw two figures weaving their way through the hordes of students to get to her.

Blinking, she suddenly found herself trapped between Harry and Ron.

"Blimey Hermione, you're actually late, See that Harry, I told you we weren't going to be late. WE made it before HERMIONE!" Hermione's eye twitched at this.

Ron taking no notice what so ever continued rambling.

"And then since we woke up late, mum was worried we would miss the train altogether, but then..."

"Ron…don't you think we'd better get on the train?"

"Harry's right Ron, your trunks are already on the train, but mine are still here." Glancing over to Harry, Hermione sent him a grateful smile.

"Hey 'Mione, need any help with your bags?" Harry asked ignoring Ron who was amazingly still talking.

"Oh, thanks Harry", walking with her small backpack and Crookshanks, she happily let Harry pull her trunk along.

"Ron! Are you coming?" Hermione said rather impatiently.

"What…oh we're leaving" Not even bothering to offer help to either of his friends, Ron walked/ran over to the train and walked in.

Glancing at each other, Hermione and Harry Managed to get all of her stuff packed away in the train, and met up with Ron waiting for them in the corridor.

Wandering down the corridor of the train, the trio managed to find an empty compartment to settle in.

"So 'Mione what you been up to this summer?" Ron asked while opening a chocolate frog.

"Ron, it's 'what have you been up to this summer" Hermione huffed, crossing her legs then uncrossing them.

Ron ignored her, seeming utterly transfixed with his goal to eat everything in front of him.

Harry sighed; he was tired after spending all summer with the Dursley's. Apparently, Dudley had wanted a pool, so from the early hours of the mornings to the late hours of night, there was always drills and machinery digging out the dirt and setting in the tiles for the pool. Looking out the window and sitting in the peace and quiet seemed to be a very interesting thing to do now.

Hermione looked at her friends and shook her head.

Remembering that she still had The Book as she so fondly called it in her bag; she took it out for some more good reading. Skipping past the picture and the accounts she had already read, she settled in her seat to read about the mating life of the Dark Nymph. (No, I am not going to tell you what she read…it would be a spoiler…plus her thoughts later in the future will do a flashback to this section)

After reading for a while, Hermione saw that it was time to go up to the front compartment, as she had been made head-girl.

Grabbing Ron who was amazingly still shoving food down his throat, she pulled him out of the compartment, down the hallway. 'How did Dumbledore ever decide to make him head boy?' she wondered.

Reporting to the front of the train was a relatively easy thing. They were told to walk down the corridor and tell everyone that the train was starting to reach Hogwarts and for everyone to get their robes on.

Ron yawned and scratched the back of his head "So Hermione, how long are we supposed to do this for?"

"Ron, weren't you listening?" After looking at his vacant expression, she sighed. She had been doing a lot of that recently; and when she said recently she meant within the time she had been on the train.

"We are only supposed to walk down to the first half of the train.

Slowly walking down, they reached the first door.

Ron not wanting to waste time slid the door open quickly.

"EEEEEEEEK!"

Hermione winced; honestly, he should have known to at least knock before opening the door. Looking inside she saw a group of second year Hufflepuff girls attempting to cover themselves up. It seems that they knew that they were coming up to Hogwarts and decided to get changed.

Ron was still frozen. Ears, face and back of neck were all red enough to make even the most genetically altered tomato jealous.

Pulling Ron hard out of the compartment by the back of his shirt, she apologized profusely to the poor girls who only nodded and smiled weakly.

The rest of the trip was not half as exciting. Hermione thought a lot about her friends.

Ron she knew was becoming rather…how should she put it?...Stupid. That would not be good for when he supposedly became an auror. Merlin, she thought, the ministry would probably give him the job just because he was part of the 'Golden Trio.' She shuddered knowing full well how deplorable that would be.

Harry on the other hand had become more and more independent, and quiet. Perhaps, she thought, it is the fact that Ron is his best friend and he feels much more mature then him. When she had talked to Harry over the summer, he seemed to have gotten a better understanding on things. Cedric's death she knew still haunted him. She guessed he was still having nightmares about it as his face was somewhat gaunt and his eyes were slightly ringed with bags. His dream job she wasn't even aware of anymore. He didn't seen to have the volition to become an auror anymore, but seemed to be more and more of a slump.

She sighed once again.

She had been thinking and researching about jobs during the summer. One that had really stood out to her was going back to Hogwarts and teaching. She had found this to be both exciting, as she could teach new students many things and that she could still learn much from the vast, ever-growing library that Hogwarts had.

Hearing the train coming to a stop she nudged Harry who sat up and pulled his robes on. Making their way to the threstrals (Harry had told her and Ron about them in the beginning of their fifth year) She got into the carriage.

The ride to school was a short one, and soon they were all sitting at there tables. Looking to the side, Hermione saw the new first years and smiled. She remembered how nervous she had been when it was almost time for her to be sorted.

She was very surprised when after the sorting Dumbledore stood up and instead of telling everyone to start eating, thus making the foot appear, he made an announcement.

Students of new and old. It is my pleasure to announce that we have a new student in our school. She is the first exchange student in over a hundred years. The reasons in which she transferred, are her decision whether to tell or not"

All the boys Hermione noticed suddenly picked their heads up once they heard it was a female student. Tsking softly to herself she shot her attention back at Dumbledore.

"May I present,…Krin Naxos."

Looking to the side, a girl gracefully walked up to Dumbledore. Whispering from all sides of the Banquet

Hermione's breath caught in her throat. The girl had long black hair with streaks of silver in it that reached down to her lower back. Her skin was caramel color and smooth.

On her ears Hermione saw several gold hoops and studs. Around her slim neck Hermione saw two gold chokers. Following her eyes down the girl she saw that she was about five foot four and very slim.

Her clothing was a normal school robe, but when she shifted, Hermione's breath was taken away. Underneath she was wearing a dark blue toga. It wrapped around her waist showing how thin she was and went loose around her legs. The top part Hermione saw was tight, but modest enough so that it didn't look like a second skin.

Not wanting to seem like she was checking out the girl, Hermione turned her attention back up to the girls face. Two lavender eyes caught hers, and for several seconds held her fast. Slowly a pair of red lips curved upwards.

Hermione blinked, it couldn't be…this girl looked almost like the woman in the book that she had been reading.

Slowly a light burning feeling made it's presence known. Feeling slightly uncomfortable , Hermione shifted slightly on the bench.

What she didn't notice was the girl smirk slightly at this.

"Now students, we are very privileged to have Ms. Naxos here. I am sure by now you have noticed that her appearance is different then most."

Most of the student body at this point made a affirmative sound.

"Well, Ms. Naxos here is a half Dark Nymph. If you wish to know more about them" He said, raising his voice slightly over the grown volume of the murmurs. "Then I suggest you either ask Ms. Naxos here directly or spend some of your free time in the library" He ended his speech with a bright twinkle in his eye.

"Now Ms, would you please take a seat on the stool here so we can sort you."

The girl moved over to the stool. Almost like a dancer, Hermione thought.

Sitting down on the bench, Professor McGonagall immediately put the sorting hat on the girl's, no Krin's head.

Hermione unconsciously crossed her fingers under the table.

"Hmmm…" She heard the Hat say out loud. "Gryffindor"

Krin took off the hat and placed it on the stool. She was smiling brightly. Dumbledore walked over to her and talked quietly in her ear. Smiling brighter, the girl nodded. Then Dumbledore spoke out loud. "Miss. Granger"

Hermione looked up, "yes, sir?"

"I was wondering if you could please show Miss. Naxos around. She is also to be in your dorm."

"Yes, of course I would." Hermione felt strangely excited.

Krin walked down to the table. Two boys with flaming red hair called her to sit between them. Sitting down the spot. She finally spoke. "Ummm...hi"

"Hi, I'm Hermione, this is Ron and this is Harry…" Hermione was cut off.

"And I'm Fred and I'm George." Two voices chorused.

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Krin...which you probably know from the introduction."

"It's ok" Fred said.

Yea, when have we ever listened to speeches anyways?" George added with a smile.

Krin smiled. "I think I'm going to like it here" She thought.

end...for now