A/N: ok, I'm going to try to make this chapter longer, but no promises. I'm sorry to anyone who liked the original story plan, I couldn't think of a way to continue it. If anyone would like to use the first chapter and continue with the original idea, you may. If you do, tell me so I can read it, I'm actually interested in what my happen. Anyways, on with the story—sorry for the rambling.

I walked slowly to the end of the bus, I didn't want to go any higher, it wouldn't feel safe to me. I picked a bed in the very back. The mattress was worn and had a little bit of an odor to it, but compared to the others, it was like royalty. I looked around the bus as I sat down. Stan was talking to the shrunken head, other than that there was no talking and only one other occupant on the bus. He was on the second level but on the opposite end of the bus so I could easily study him.

His hair was very dark brown, nearly black, and it lay in thick, curly layers reaching down to his shoulders. His skin was slightly tan. He looked to be tall, but not that much taller than myself. I couldn't see his eyes, but for some reason I thought they were green. That was when it clicked, I knew him. He was a kid from Hogwarts, he was in Ravenclaw. He had almost all of my classes and was my partner in four of them-transfiguration, charms, arithmancy, and potions. I smiled and walked up the stairs, against my better judgment, and walked over to him.

"Hey Corey! What are you doing here?" he opened his eyes-which were indeed green-and looked at me. He smiled and moved over on the bed he was on, offering the open seat to me.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I asked first." He gave me a playful glare and answered.

"I'm visiting a couple of my friends at the Leakey Cauldron before Christmas. Your turn."

"Well, you know that man that's been living in my mum's home, right?" Corey was the only one who believed me that Gregory was a Death Eater. "He got my mum pregnant. So I'm going to spend the rest of break at Hogwarts. Oh, your stop is coming up…I guess I'll see you when school starts." I smiled at him as he stood up.

"Yeah, guess so. Send me an owl whenever you feel like, I'll answer. See you kitten!" and with that he got off the bus before I could hit him. He had given me that nickname about a year ago when we had our first class together. I was easily angered and easily fascinated-as long as it didn't have anything to do with Quidditch. I stuck my tongue out at his back as he walked inside the building.

I sat back and closed my eyes as we began to pull away. I fell off the bed as we stopped. I looked down to the doors to see who was coming in. stan was in the beginning of his welcome speech but was cut off by a deep voice.

"Boy, I hated your annoying voice when I taught you, nothing has changed that, trust me. Now move. Take me to Hogwarts." Hmm, I didn't know Professor Snape taught Stan. Stan must have dropped out. I watched Professor Snape walk to the bed I had previously vacated and sit in it. I watched as he looked up at me and raise an eyebrow. 'How does he do that?' It was then that I realized I was staring. I blushed and turned away. I pulled myself off of the ground and onto the bed. A moment later I felt the bed dip. I looked up to see Professor Snape sitting on the bed and pulling off his shoes. As soon as they were off he pulled his legs onto the bed. He raised an eyebrow at my expression.

"What, you were staring at me, it's rude to stare. I'm just returning the favor. It's rude to join someone in bed if they haven't invited you." I blushed at his comment; I had no idea why I was blushing so much that night. "So, where are you headed tonight, Miss Granger?"

"I'm going to Hogwarts, I would rather not go back home…" I trailed off at the end, hoping he wouldn't ask why. I was lucky, he didn't. Instead he just nodded his head and leaned back against the bed, I followed suit. We had a couple of hours before we would arrive.

Time skip—about three hours later [4:09pm]

"Miss Granger, would you like me to walk you to the kitchens for a late lunch?" Professor Snape asked as we walked in through the front entrance, my trunk floating behind us. I nodded and he walked with me down to the kitchens. Before he could order one of the house elf's to get me something to eat I was lead to a table piled with food. I smiled sheepishly at Snape as he raised an eyebrow in question.

"I come down here a lot; they feed me all the time and already know what I like. Would you like some of this, they always give me to much food." He gave a curt nod and sat down across from me. We ate in silence for the next half hour. Once we were finished he walked me to the prefect dorms. I thanked him and walked in. But right before I closed the door, he spoke.

"Oh, and Miss Granger, don't think I'm letting you off the hook, I expect an answer as to why you have suddenly decided to come to Hogwarts in the middle of break. That is all, I shall see you later for dinner." He turned and walked down the hall. I watched until he disappeared into another hall. I closed the door and walked to my room. I stripped my clothes off and pulled on a shirt I had stolen from my older brother a while back, it was navy blue with a golden snitch on the back. Yes, my brother is a wizard, but he lives in Romania, he may know Charlie Weasley…

But that was a story for another time; right now I was going to sleep. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Time skip—August 12; lunch time

I had finally received a letter from my brother Paytah. He was older, about 22 years old. He had gone home at the beginning of summer to watch mum. We had planned together to take the child as soon as it was old enough to leave her. We didn't trust her or her husband; we knew he planned on taking the child, though we have no idea why. We were going to immediately take the kid and give it formula milk until he was old enough to have baby food. We were actually quite excited; it would be fun to take care of a kid.

But we didn't have much of a plan, Paytah was going to be settling in about now and I could probably take it for a while, but we had to think of a way to sneak it around while I was at school. I couldn't do it alone, but I would have to try. We would be switching every so often. Luckily I had made Head Girl, so I would have my own room, sort of. I had to share with the Head Boy. I would survive.

Right now I was headed out of the Hogwarts grounds so that I could apparate to my mum's house, Paytah would greet me. The baby was going to be a boy, so after a lot of arguing, we had decided on the name Kyle Gordon Granger. It was a great name; we both got our favorite name in there.

I embraced the familiar pull of apparating and opened my eyes to the sight of the house I had left not that long ago. It was the same, except that it was dirtier and the yard was very unkempt. I sneered-not unlike a certain Potions Professor-at the place as I walked up to it. When I got halfway across the lawn my brother exited the house and greeted me. I took a good look at him when I pulled back from the hug, I hadn't seen him in about a year and a half; he was disowned by my mum when he hit Gregory, the damn bastard was planning it.

Paytah's hair had grown longer, it nearly reached his shoulders and it was wavy now. It was a burnt red color with a darker underside. His skin had a darker tan than last time I had seen him, probably had to do with all the dragons. He was about 5'11" still, a solid eight inches than me. His eyes were dark brown with lighter brown flecks. My own were brown, but nearly golden. I smiled up at him, he looked good.

"Kyle's inside. The idiots are out, they didn't even know I was here and they left him alone. We're making a good choice by doing this, Hermione. You ready? I've already packed everything he will need." I nodded and followed him inside.

We walked up the stairs and down the hall to my old room. He lead me to the crib in the back of the room. I looked inside and gasped in delight. He was beautiful. His eyes were green-from his bastard of a biological father-and chestnut red hair. His skin was tan, almost as dark as Paytah's. I smiled and gently lifted him up. He giggled and grabbed a handful of my waist length curly brown hair-yes, my hair had finally tamed down to soft curls, it was because of the length. My eyes glowed and I looked at my brother in happiness, he smiled back but ushered me out the door while grabbing a bag I hadn't noticed earlier.

"So when was he actually born?" I asked, curious. He hadn't told me.

"August 2. He's a healthy young boy. Now, I don't mean to rush, but I see the idiots coming down the street," I turned my head. Sure enough, they were walking down the street. Luckily they didn't seem to notice us, yet. "So I would say it's time to go. Come here, I'll apparate us outside of the Hogwarts gate." I walked into his arms and felt the familiar pull of apparition, yet again. As soon as we settled down Kyle threw up all over the front of my shirt.

I grimaced at the sight until I gave my brother a glare as he began to laugh. "Aren't we lucky that we're witches and wizards?" he asked rhetorically. I stuck my tongue out at him after he had cleaned up the mess on my shirt. We walked up to the school, carefree. Now that I look back at it, I'm glad we ran into him.

We had walked through the front entrance, not noticing the man waiting for us. I noticed him first. His eyes were wide-or, as wide as his eyes could get-and he was looking between me, Paytah, and Kyle. We all stopped as he spoke.

"Miss Granger, I believe you have some explaining to do." oh boy…

A/N: ok, this is longer. I hope everyone enjoys, it took me a while to write this…oh, and Merry Christmas!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters.