Author Note:

Read before the story otherwise you will disappointed.

Dear Fans of Fanfiction (actually of this particular story)

It is probably hard to understand (maybe also so for those who know me) but I am rather nervous, paranoid and slightly obsessive compulsive person. I need to have things perfect, especially when people rely on me. That's why I was freaked out by your awesome response and for me at least I think the 33 people who reviewed, the 3125 people who were Hits, the 5 people who added it to their communities, the 13 people who added it to their favourites and those 39 others who alerted it are an awesome response. It's just mindboggling for somebody who really doesn't have much faith in their own writing. Especially when I believe that I have only given you all one descent chapter that still needs work.

And it's because your support that I figure that it'd be best if I sent this information out through the chapter system. I know this story has potential (you all be my judge) however all I have in my head is that one scene at the cafe of Hermione handing 'X' (I know his identity) information in a spy like manner, the knowledge Hermione isn't part of the Order of the Phoenix, and the key moment when this universe was pulled away from the cannon universe. I have tried since I wrote that chapter to think of a central force, the bits and pieces... anything really that brings a spark to the work or that makes any sense (I guess this is what they call writers block) and I've failed. I have folders full of failed suggestions (which I won't bring up here because It'll be an evil virus that invades others minds and cause road blocks there). I figure because the past few days have had another rush of enthusiastic readers that you might just help.

My Hotmail account is: sirenic (underscore) griffin (at etc.), I also use this account for MSN Messenger and am available for chat, usually. I live in Australia (GMT + 10hrs) but I am also a University Student and keep odd hours. I appreciate all help from registered Fanfiction-ites to those who prefer not to register at (I gave my email address for this reason as Fanfiction-ites can IM me but then MSN messenger is more face-to-screen) I appreciate all help, also this idea was spawned by the anon. Reviewer who tried to give me their email and failed.

Any help you can give is much appreciated from brainstorming, ideas, your opinions on where the story could go, ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING is useful, even just an offer to beta (... never had one before.... don't really know what it does), an email. I need your help.

The snippet below was written on the fifth of August 2007, and was the most developed of the all the Ch02's that I could recover off my burnt out computer hard-drive.

Enjoy, I think it would've originally been Chapter 2, now excuse me while I attempt to help my brother with his Japanese Assignment.

~Sirenic_Griffin~

The Triwizard of Sixth

Summary: AU: Hermione Granger has become an intelligent wallflower, abstract from her peers but that all changes in 6th when mysteries are afoot concerning the Triwizard Tournament and… worst of all she's noticed. HPHG

Chapter Two

"Fatigue is the best pillow."

Benjamin Franklin

She gulped nervously, but had yet to move off the floor from her very comfortable position.

He looked healthier than his first year self, more muscular but still retaining his small build perfect for his seeker career. His jaw was thicker-set but he was most certainly not a pretty-boy. His black hair was messy and somewhat long at the back.

And his green eyes, although they had been touched by death they hadn't seen it.

It was unlikely anybody on this train had.

"Are you okay?" She was suddenly aware of a voice – the Boy Who Lived's voice – speaking to her.

"Ye-" She began before a coughing fit overcame her. A white hand handed her a water bottle and she gazed gratefully into the red-headed boys blue eyes. He blushed from his ears but she took no notice downing half the bottle. The metallic taste of chemicals met her tongue and she grimaced and handed the bottle back. The water obviously was rainwater stored most probally in a metal tank or jug.

"Thank-you." She said, pulling herself off the floor.

"You wouldn't believe how that tastes after a month drinking bottled water." The red head, if possible, turned redder.

"It's ma, she-" Hermione shook her head.

"Don't worry. The air at least is cleanier and I haven't drunkedn or slept for at least twelve hours., Anything tastes better compared to that." He nodded and she turned her attention to the other children of the compartment.

Another red-head. Female. Similar to both the boy and graduates Fred and George.

Two Weasleys. Duh.

A boy with hair that fondly reminded her of chocolate milk and eyes the annoying blue-colour one painted a baby boys bedroom was staring at with a thoughtful expression. Neville Longbottom, the first wizard she'd come into contact with. His brow was furrowed as if he was trying to remember something.

A blonde with radish earrings. Must be of course Luna Lovegood.

An awkward silence descended on the cabin and would've continued if Neville hadn't had a rare of moment of brilliance. He had come across what he'd forgotten.

"Your Hermione Granger." He said loudly and Hermione tilted her head thoughtfully. Her mouth twitched.

"Are you Trevor Prewitt?" She asked biting her lip and Neville looked ghastly.

"No,"She continued again, moving to an unoccupied seat and settling herself down to lean against the corner.

"That was the toad. Your Neville londbottom 1." She said pointing her fingure at him and then pointing at Harry.

"And your Neville Longbottom 2." She smiled and snuggled herself into the seat ready for hibernation.

"Or-" She yawned loudly. "Or you were the summer of third year." Her eyes shut and she snuggled into her coat.

She regulated her breathing and waited for her body to rest as the cabins voices washed over her.

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"Neville Longbottom 2?" choaked Ginny as she looked Harry in the eye. The sixteen year old sent her a glowering look.

"It was after I blew up Aunt Marge. I thought I was a WANTED man. I thought if I was discovered that they'd snap my wand." Ginny raised a delicate blonde eyebrow.

"I was TWELVE! Not even thirteen yet besides I thought you'd get more punishment after what happened last night." HE settled back into his seat next to Ginny which was coincidentally next to Hermione. Ron was staring at the their invader with wonder, or at least something very close to it.

"Ron." Ginny hissed and her elder brother's eyes flashed in her direction then back to the girl.

"Ron, it's rude to stare." The blood rushed to his face and he deliberately turned away.

"And she's probally not asleep yet. It isn't natural to fall asleep so fast." She muttered but Ron ignored her.

"Why do you think she'd here?"He asked them softly and Ginny shrugged.

"I dunno. You guys only mentioned her twice in your letters. First as a know-it-all who couldn't fly yet lectured you on Charms and second and as the person who got attacked by Quirrel's Troll." Ron nodded.

"She didn't go to classes after that. First we thought it was because she was in the hospital wing, then we heard she was in St Mungo's because it was delicate work then that her parents had pulled her from the school." Harry nodded.

"That's probally why she's back. To resume her education, or it might have something to do with whatever your brother's were hinting at."

"So, she might know something?" Ginny's eyes brightened.

"Or she might not." Said Neville looking at the 'sleeping form.'

"I still say that they were invaded by Snor-" Luna began when the door surged open. A rather short girl with honey-blonde hair and bluish eyes stood in the doorway. Whatever Luna had been about to say was interrupted by Lavender's loud trained soprano voice.

"Ron! We have a prefects meeting." Ron nodded and turned bak towards his conversation with the Primary and Secondary members of Dumbledore's golden group.

"Now Ronald." The girl said firmly looking at his. Ronald gulped and pushed himself away from the seat.

"See you guys later at the Great Hall." He said mumbling and followed the domineering Gryffindor into the corridor. Ginny huffed and looked around for a moment. Her eyes falling on Hermione again.

"Do you suppose…" She began and Harry met her gaze.

"No."

"You didn't let me finish."

"The answer is still no."

"But Harry- "

"No."

"Oh come on-"

"No."

"Fine. I will start singing."

"Your intitled to freedom of speech just like Neville, Luna and I are intilted to freedom of action."

"Fine." Ginny opened her mouth and looked for the right words.

"One thousand and fourteen piles of dragon dung to clear,

One thousand piles of dung.

You pick on up and

You bottle it up

One thousand and thirteen piles of dragon dung to clear!"

She glared at the others but Luna and Neville had began a convestion involving the uses of a WeepingBell plant and Harry was staring at her in amusement, waiting for her to continue. She set her jaw and took up the challenge.

Harry closed his eyes and blocked his ears and took a deep breath.

Happy thoughts. He mummered to himself, in a mantra similar to the mantra that involved dementors, and he willed himself to ignore the shrill voice remenesnt of one Molly Weasley.

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She knew it was half an hour to arrival. She couldn't explain how she knew. She just always did. The cabin had fallen silent after a yawned 'Eight hundred piles of dung and that had been.