(Takes place during second year and above, new characters, Dumbledore and Weasley bashing) Thoughts and messages. Thoughts of the narrator.

Chapter 11: Somethings you wouldn't expect

Hermione felt terrible. She heard muttering as she slowly regained consciousness, trying to remember where she was- the hospital wing.

The mutterings stopped as she groaned, alerting the other members of the room that she had woken up.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes begrudgingly, taking in the people around her. Standing straight ahead of her was Lily Potter, who had a worried look on her face, on her right was James Potter, a look on his face told the young witch that he was reminiscing about something, then next to James Potter was Sirius Black, whose face showed no emotion at all.

It's like trying to get blood out of a stone with his emotions.

Then on the other side of the hospital bed was Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall and Rowena Ravenclaw, who had a knowing look on her face. Hermione was confused. Why was she here again?

"Hermione, can you hear me?" Madam Pomfrey asked her. Hermione nodded as she saw the blinding lights of the wing and groaned as she realised she had a headache. Great.

"Ah, that usually happens when you are knocked unconscious." The matron said wisely, knowing that the young girl had a headache.

"Feel sick…" The girl mumbled. Madam Pomfrey slipped her a potion, which she drank, making her feel instantly better. Hermione nodded her appreciation as she sat up wearily, trying not to squint because of the blinding lights.

She asked what happened. The adults all looked at each other. It was Lily who explained things to her.

"You came to Madam Pomfrey, asking her to give you a flushing potion, and once you drank the potion a white light glowed around you and you fell unconscious." That was a quick explanation.

"Why though?" Hermione's voice cracked, still trying to get rid of the sleepiness in her.

"At the same time Harry," she indicated to the bed left of Hermione, "fell unconscious like you. This is because you share a soul bond."

Wait did Hermione hear her right? Soul bond? Wasn't that when people are destined to be together and they share a connection and nothing can separate them?

Rowena answered her question. "Yes, yes, it is."

Hermione bit her lip. "What does it mean?" the soul bond, "What does it do? Do I need to do something? What happens if we are away too long?" The questions spurted out of her mouth, her thirst for knowledge showing.

Rowena held up her hand to silence the witch as she realised that she was rambling. "We will have to wait till Harry is awake so we don't have to repeat this twice and you can both ask questions together."

Hermione nodded her head and glanced to the bed next to her, looking at Harry with a worried look in her honey eyes.

Silently, the adults left the wing but Madam Pomfrey walked into her office, leaving Hermione and Harry alone. It felt like hours to Hermione as she sat up in the bed, glancing at Harry every few seconds but it was only minutes. She debated to herself with this was a good thing or a bad thing. Would this hurt people around them? Would this make them feel awkward around each other? Is this-

She was dragged out of her thoughts as she realised she had gotten out of the bed, made her way to Harry's bed, and had started to hold his hand. She looked down at Harry and saw a small smile on his face. She smiled herself and tried to think back to when she started to like Harry. In more than a friendly way.

Hermione was sitting on her bed in the 1st year girl's dormitory, crying silently. There was no one else in the room, just her and her whirling thoughts about many things: the troll that just tried to kill her, Ron and Harry. But mainly Harry. How could anyone not have a little crush on the boy that just saved them? Ron was there but she didn't trust him and all he did was cast a spell. Something seemed off about him. Something Hermione couldn't place. And then there was Harry…

The sweet, kind boy who could do no wrong. He never said anything mean or rude to her, unlike Ron, and he came and saved her. She owed him a lot. Especially now. She kind of hoped for more but she knew deep down that she would have to bury these feelings. But how? She couldn't walk up to Harry and say she liked him, could she?

She was dragged out of her thoughts as the door opened and revealed the Headmaster in the doorway. She quickly wiped away her tears and faced him. "Hello Headmaster. What can I do for you?" She asked, her voice hoarse.

Dumbledore moved closer into the room and sat down next to Hermione, the same twinkle in his eye he always has. "Miss Granger I have to ask you a favour."

"A favour?" The girl repeated, making the Headmaster nod his head.

"Yes. I want you to help me out with Harry."

Hermione blushed slightly and stumbled, "H-Harry?"

"Yes. I need you to report back to me what he says and does." He had a smile on his face, clearly thinking she was going to go along with it but Hermione shook her head.

"No." She said with finality. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, a cold look on his face.

"You wouldn't want your secret crush on Harry to be told to the whole school, would you?"

Hermione realised what he was doing; he was blackmailing her with her new-found secret. Oh no. "I-I'll do it."

"I knew I could trust you!" The man smiled chillingly and left, leaving the young girl all alone, crying vigorously because of what she had just done. Hermione muttered to herself, "I hope you can forgive me Harry."

Hermione sank down onto Harry's hospital bed, legs aching with exhaustion. A few stray tears raced down her cheeks, leaving lines, showing she had been crying, and leaving her eyes puffy and red. Hermione felt exhausted. She felt sick... but she felt happy; she was with the person she wanted to be with- Harry. With the content feeling of knowing she was safe, Hermione laid down next to her best friend and let sleep take over, leaving her in her own thoughts.

Madam Pomfrey walked into the sectioned off area of the hospital wing where Harry and Hermione were and opened the curtain to see the two sharing a bed, Harry's arm around Hermione's waist, small smiles on each of their faces. She placed the potions on the bedside, summoning a quill, ink and parchment, and wrote a note, prompting them to drink the potions. Silently, not wanting to wake up the exhausted students, she slid out of the curtained area and saw Lily and James lingering at the doors of the wing, anxiety showing on their faces. Madam Pomfrey walked briskly over to them and asked what ever was the matter and they both looked at each other. James nodded his head at Lily, clearly giving consent for her to ask a question. The matron turned her gaze to Lily, assessing her thoroughly. Her posture was tensed, tears stinging her eyes but a look on anger evident in her facial expressions as well as anxiety.

"We want to know the full extent of Harry's abuse at the Dursley's."

That was not what the matron was expecting.

Ginny sat in the corner of the Gryffindor Common Room, writing in her new diary. Mrs Harry Potter was scribbled all over the pages. "Soon..." She muttered under her breath. She had written to her mum about the situation with Harry, moaning how he hadn't noticed her or how he hadn't looked at her like he did Hermione. Stupid Granger. She had to get in the way, didn't she? Always hanging around her Harry. Always the one to console him when he was upset, always there to laugh with him, always there to look at him with a loving look in her eye. She shouldn't do that. Harry was hers and hers alone. She didn't share with others.

She was pulled out of her thoughts as she heard a something splatter against the window- Errol. That bloody bird. Ginny jumped out of her chair, eager to find out what her mum had said about Harry and her. She opened the window, letting the fuzz that was Errol in, making her spit feathers out of her mouth whilst the owl perched himself on the table she was sat at, looking at her with a blank expression.

Ginny untied the letter from the bird's leg and ripped open the letter and began to read the letter rapidly.

Dear Ginny,

I can't believe that boy found out about our plans. No matter. I lured your father with a love potion when we were at school and I know you will remember the stories of the potion I used. I have made a batch of the potion, enough for you and Ron to give to Harry and Hermione. Harry's money will be ours and you will get the Boy-Who-Lived, like you always wanted.

Everything will work out as it should in the end. Tell Ronald to owl me with updates, and yourself, about what is happening at school.

Love, mum x

Ginny's eyes now had an evil glint in them, a mischievous smirk on her face. The fire crackled as she saw someone walk down the steps into the Common Room. She quickly tried to hide the letter from her mum as a shadow loomed over her.

"What have-"

"You got-"

"Ginny?"

Ginny looked up to meet the curious eyes of her older brothers- Fred and George. A shiver went down her spine as they finished each other's sentences. "I wish you would stop talking like that! Why do you care anyway? Aren't you on Granger's side?" Ginny finished her questions with malice as she remembered that she had to get rid of the smart witch somehow, she tried to hide her annoyance as her brothers sat down next to her, sandwiching her between them.

The twins looked at each other then back at their younger sister. "You are still our sister but you know what you are doing is wrong, don't you?" Fred asked.

This made Ginny think. Was it wrong? Was mum wrong? The twins don't lie.

"Think about it Ginny and maybe you will change your mind."

Fred and George left after that, leaving their sister alone in the Common Room. But Ginny had made up her mind. She couldn't go back to Harry's side, could she? She promised Ron that she would help him. Could she act like she was on Ron's side but really on Harry's?

This was going to be a long week.

Rowena pushed open the door to the Founders Tower, sighing as she did. Godric looked up from the gruelling game of Wizards Chess with Salazar, and saw his wife and asked what was wrong.

"Well, what's happened is good, it's great even, but the way it was stopped is bad."

Godric turned to Salazar and gave him a bemused expression. Salazar copied his expression as he also didn't have a clue what she was in about.

Rowena must have noticed the expressions on their faces as she snapped: "Harry and Hermione have a soul bond!"

Oh. Godric turned to his wife and asked what had happened.

Rowena sat down in a chair next to Godric and held her head in her delicate hands, a pained expression on her face. "Dumbledore has messed with the children again." She muttered darkly. Salazar and Godric stared stupidly at the witch.

They always have that look on their faces.

"What?!" They both exclaimed at the same time, a dark glint in Salazar's cold eyes.

"Harry and Hermione share a soul bond and I know that Dumbledore must have blocked the part of Hermione's mind where she is drawn to Harry until they form a relationship. But Hermione obviously is an extremely powerful witch-"

"-How?" Godric interrupted. Rowena had a very miffed look in her eyes at being interrupted.

"Well I was going to tell you but you interrupted!" Godric now had a deep, guilty blush on his face as Salazar rolled his eyes dramatically, "Her feelings for Harry have overpowered the spell blocking the bond and when the flushing potion was given to her, her magic swelled and broke the spell."

Salazar nodded his head in fascination of the recent discovery. "Definitely a powerful witch," his eyes cast away from Rowena and he looked at something with a dreamy look, "if she could overpower Dumbledore's spell."

Godric suddenly thought of something. "Rowena?"

"Hmm?"

"Didn't you and Helga take her to Gringotts?"

"Yes, we did, why?"

Godric seemed to find the right words and looked into Rowena's eyes. "Do you think she might not be muggleborn?"

Rowena leaned back in her chair, shocked. She stumbled over her words as she looked into Godric's eyes. "We all took Inheritance Tests, it said she was muggleborn…" She trailed off as Salazar reminded her that if a blood adoption was involved then her real parents wouldn't show up.

"I don't know… I really don't know…"

"Did you check her medical history because if you cast the same spell you did for the other heirs, then it would show a blood adoption? For all we know, the muggles might not know that Hermione isn't their daughter. They could have been obliviated and had their memories changed to think she was their daughter…" Salazar asked curiously.

"What makes you say that she isn't muggleborn?" Rowena asked after a long, suffering silence.

Godric sighed as he muttered, "Where do we start?" He turned to Salazar for help and Salazar began to talk.

"Think about it, have you ever seen a muggleborn read as much about the Wizarding World as her?"

"Well, no- but- "

"Muggleborns don't normally read all of their books before they get here and remember them word for word, not even your own House, do they?"

Rowena deflated a little in her seat and muttered a no.

"Only purebloods would listen in to conversations because they have mostly been brought up that way, and muggleborns are told not to listen into other conversations, whether Hermione listens in to the conversations on purpose or not is another thing. But you have to admit, the way she acts as well. I have seen a lot of muggleborns and none of them act as nice as she does and most of them have different manners. We have all seen many pureblood kids and they all act like they are perfect and act nice when they need to be, they can all put on a front so they don't show their emotions."

Rowena nodded her head slightly at Salazar's reasoning and focused on his words.

"And from what I can see, when Hermione wants to show her emotions, she can but other times…"

"She might not be pureblood, you know." Godric inserted. Rowena gave him a strange look.

"How do you mean?" She asked, her curiosity peaked.

"We have seen the pureblood kids in this school, none of them are as skilled as Hermione, unless her real parents were from different countries and different pureblood families, she shouldn't have that much magical ability. Look at Malfoy for example, he is an average wizard at best from all of the inbreeding in pureblood families but Hermione has a lot more magical ability. She could be a half-blood as well. She could have a muggle parent or a muggleborn parent if she is a half-blood as she has a lot of power but if she is a pureblood then it must be a fairly new pureblood family or families from different countries as she is more than your average witch, magic wise."

Rowena nodded her head slowly as she processed this information slowly. "But how would she know how to act this way if she wasn't taught by her family, if she is a pureblood or a half-blood, as she has grown up with the muggles?"

Godric pondered her question but came up with an answer: "What if she wasn't dropped off with the Grangers until she was older than we thought? Purebloods normally start teaching their children how to act when they are around three years old. If she was dropped off when she was four or five, then in her muscle memory she would know how to act and she would apply what she has learnt."

Godric now had an air of smugness around him as Salazar complimented him for his 'incredible theory' whilst Rowena smirked and rolled her eyes at the dazzling smile she got from him after Salazar complimented him. "See, I am good at this, not just you Ravenclaws can come up with great theories."

"Fine, I'll give it to you, it is a very good theory."

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes when Godric broke it by asking: "When are we going to see if we are right?"

Salazar and Rowena shared a look and Rowena stated, "She has had quite a shock now so I don't think we should do it for a little bit, she doesn't now need to find out the people who have raised her aren't her real parents."

Salazar arched his eyebrows and stated, "If she is even a pureblood or a half-blood"

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the wait but I was just visiting my uncle in London but where we were staying there was no Wi-Fi so I literally pulled my hair out as I couldn't write anything or upload anything! So, what do you guys think of the fact Hermione might not be muggleborn? What happened to Hogwarts, she wasn't very active at this moment in time? Is something afoot? Or is it that she couldn't be bothered to say anything? I don't know why, but I really like this chapter for some reason or another and I feel it's an improvement of my writing. Hope you liked this chapter! Bye!