Chapter 21:

Potions, Duels, and Trivial things:

Hermione Potter didn't know what possessed her to wake up at 5 a.m., but whatever it was led her down to the third-floor girl's bathroom. It was late, but something was eating at her to get started on the Polyjuice potion that she'd spent the past few days talking about with Harry.

With Harry being tucked away in the hospital wing she supposed it would be a nice surprise, and potions gave Hermione time to think. It was a habitual process: the stirring, brewing, putting in new ingredients. It was calming. She didn't like it nearly as much as she did charms or even transfiguration, but that wasn't to say she hated it. She more disliked Snape than anything else. He was a hard man who seemed to enjoy making Harry squirm.

She was surprised when she saw the light heading up over the windows. Running out of the bathroom in her PJs she was careful not to look at the bloody writing still shining on the wall. She was just happy it was Sunday. That meant she could spend the day alone. Tomorrow was going to be hard enough, especially when she quit playing Quidditch. She loved to play, but she was dealing with too much.

Hermione Jean Potter just wanted to take the time off and deal with her own rising stress. She knew that Wood's training regimen wasn't helping her at all. She also knew the team would be upset, but if what Tom had said was right she'd be cutting them loose, and ultimately doing them a favor. Harry didn't need her by his side, truthfully, he'd never needed her to do anything.

He was far stronger then she was, and a far better player. That was why he was the youngest Seeker in a century. Hermione knew if she kept playing she'd just get in the way of that. She wasn't like him or Ron, she wasn't even as passionate about it as Fred and George. She loved it because she loved her team. She really loved it because she enjoyed the freedom it brought about.

It didn't take long for Hermione to get back to her dorm. Shutting the door behind her silently she grabbed her clothes and walked straight to the shower. She'd been doing better the past few days at keeping her thoughts in check, but since she'd gotten ahold of that diary she couldn't stop hearing a distinctly male voice in her head. It was like Tom was beside her the entire time whispering in her ear.

"They all hate you," Tom said. Hermione closed her eyes knowing that no one was there. "They just wish you'd kill yourself."

Hermione clenched her teeth as the hot water stung into her skin. It was moments like this when she was alone, or heck even sometimes when she was in a room full of people. She heard him so clearly. "Shut up," she muttered washing her hair.

"It wouldn't take much if you just did a slicing hex against your throat or a blasting charm to your head. No pain, quick, and everyone's lives would be far better off," Tom's voice persisted.

Hermione sunk down cradling her head. "SHUT UP!" she finally screamed a loud resonating crack filling the air as the tile on the shower wall broke and crumbled.

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?" Fay Dunbar asked ripping the shower curtain back. Hermione looked up into the questioning eyes of her dorm mates. Grabbing her towel she didn't say a word as she started jerking her clothes on. She was too aware of the painful silence that was surrounding her and the questionable looks as she fixed the tile with a wave of her wand. Walking from the room she heard Lavender clearly.

"I told you all she's an absolute basket case. Someone needs to tell Professor McGonagall before she tries to kill one of us in our sleep."

Hermione took a deep breath and went to the one person she knew would always listen, McGonagall. She had to tell the Professor that she was quitting Quidditch anyway.

Walking into the deputy headmistresses office reminded Hermione of last year when she and Harry were caught trying to get rid of Norbert. Sighing she sat down waiting for the elderly professor to come out, or to come up. She stared at her shoes for what felt like hours before the door finally opened and a black-cloaked figure swept out. Hermione barely noticed Snape's look of disdain as he stared down at her small figure. Looking up her Hazel eyes came into contact with the black and for the first time since she'd met him Severus Snape recoiled from her as if he'd been physically struck.

"What's wrong with you?" he barked at her.

"With me sir?" Hermione asked confusion clear in her voice.

"Yes you, out with it your Professor just left so you might as well tell me what you want," Snape snapped impatiently.

"I…I…" she stammered her mouth opening and closing like a floundering fish.

"Out with it girl or I'll take 15 points from Gryffindor," Snape said coldly.

"I just needed to tell Professor McGonagall that I can't play Quidditch any longer," Hermione blurted out. She quickly stared at her hands as Snape raised a dark eyebrow.

"Take one bad hit and you lose your nerve huh Potter?" he sneered and Hermione looked up at him her eyes flashing in anger.

"He's right you're pathetic," Tom muttered into her head and Hermione's anger dimmed as her head dropped back.

"Please just shut up," she muttered quietly.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" Snape said his voice deadly calm and Hermione looked up in shock her eyes wide while Snape's nostrils flared.

"No sir!" she gasped.

"I don't see anyone else here Potter; therefore, you must've been talking to me. Five Points from Gryffindor and you'll spend detention with me tonight," Snape said before turning around with a swish of his black cloak.

Hermione's eyes widened as she watched him walking away from her and she closed her eyes tightly. "Why am I such an idiot?" she muttered to herself as McGonagall's door opened again.

"Ah, Miss Potter. I didn't expect to see you outside my office this morning. How may I help you?" Professor McGonagall asked briskly.

"I… I was just coming to tell you that I'm done playing Quidditch ma'am. I'll turn in my uniform tomorrow," she said quietly.

"Why Miss Potter, I must say I never expected you to say anything like that," Professor McGonagall said astounded.

"I'll just bring my stuff to you then?" she asked softly.

"Of course not, if you are quitting then you must take this up with Wood, and your team. It's them your letting down," Professor McGonagall tsked and Hermione frowned.

"Yes ma'am," she murmured before turning around walking out of the room with her shoulders slumped.

"Hermione!" Harry yelled as he ran up to her with Ron. Hermione looked into the eyes of her twin brother and she bit her lip.

"What's wrong?" she asked sensing something was going on.

"Haven't you heard?" Ron asked his eyes wide.

"I haven't heard anything," Hermione said with a frown as she looked between the two boys.

"Collin Creevey, he's been petrified," Harry said breathlessly and Hermione's eyes widened.

"How do you two know?" she asked suddenly.

"I saw him get brought in last night, Dobby was there," Harry murmured quietly to her.

"Why was Dobby in the infirmary last night?" Hermione asked with a frown.

"It was him, he set the bludgers on us. He thought it'd save our lives or something," Harry said irritably. Hermione blew a steady stream of air out rubbing her face. As if she didn't have enough problems now she really had to worry about a House Elf who was going to kill her in order to save her life.

"Well last night I got started on the Polyjuice Potion," she said quietly which caused both boys to look at each other excitedly.

"Brilliant Mione," Ron commended her with a grin.

"All we need are the ingredients Snape keeps in his private stores," Hermione said rubbing her face.

"Yeah, but how are we going to even do that?" Harry asked with a frown.

"I may have detention with him tonight… He thought I told him to shut up," she sighed rubbing her face. "Don't worry I'll get it tonight, or at least come up with a plan to retrieve it…" Hermione promised.

"You are brilliant," Ron said again and Hermione blushed.

"Why is Mi brilliant this time?" Fred asked wrapping his arm around the young witch.

"Oh I bet she gave Ron answers to his homework again," George responded as he rested his arm on top of Hermione's head.

"See how they just use you? You're nothing to any of them… they don't see you… Who would want to see you when you're brother is right in front of them?"

Hermione gritted her teeth and her hands clenched into fists until they turned white. She was trying to hide it, hide what she was hearing.

"You alright love," George asked.

"I'm fine I just need everyone to bugger off," Hermione finally snapped. Turning on her heel she stalked back into the castle.

It was at lunch when Snape told her right after dinner was when he'd expect her in his office. She didn't look up she just nodded mutely as she pushed around the food on her plate. She knew that this was going to be a horrible night.

At least that's what she was expecting when she walked into Snape's office. She quietly looked around ignoring the jarred body parts. Harry had told her it wasn't exactly a cheerful place, but still, she hadn't expected something so dark… Sighing she waited until Snape swept in. He took one look at her a sneered down his large hooked nose at her.

"You'll be organizing the student stores since the lot of you get everything hopelessly muddled," he told her sharply and Hermione nodded hiding the slight flash of victory. She had hoped this would be her job, now she'd be able to easily get the last ingredients of the Polyjuice Potion.

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A week later found Hermione eating alone as was becoming typical. After resigning from the Quidditch team the whole team refused to even so much as speak to her. They were all pissed, and steadily Tom's voice was getting worse in her head. Closing her eyes tighter Hermione pushed the food around some more.

Harry was angry at first, but he seemed to have gotten over it quickly, and Ron didn't understand what was wrong. He told Hermione if it made her happy then he couldn't be angry at her. The only thing was everyone being so angry wasn't making Hermione happy at all. She felt even more like an outcast than she had before.

Hermione mainly spent all her time alone in the girl's bathroom watching the brewing potion. That was why she jumped at the chance to be apart of the dueling club the moment she heard Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan talking about it.

She thought they'd learn how to properly fight, but it seemed like she was destined to get into a wrestling match with Millicent Bulstrode. The Slytherin never even gave Hermione a chance to reach for her wand before she'd launched at her.

"Pathetic, stupid, weak," Tom chanted into her mind one insult after another. Lockhart seeing the violence had called it all to a halt, when Snape suggested Draco and Harry be paired together to demonstrate disarming spells.

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm as he moved to step forward. "Don't be an idiot," she murmured to him and Harry nodded with a grim look.

"Scared Potter?" Malfoy gloated as he pulled out his wand.

"You wish," Harry said calmly as he pulled out his own. Slowly the two bowed to the other their eyes never leaving their enemies. It seemed like it would be an interesting fight until Harry cast Lockhart's completely useless spell, and Malfoy shot a giant snake out in front of Harry.

Frowning Hermione watched as Harry stepped boldly towards the snake. She'd seen him talk to a snake once, she'd heard the snake talk back. The thing was that day in the zoo all she'd heard was a fuzzy thank you. It was like her brain was struggling hard to translate the wording and it ended up coming out fuzzy and short circuited. Here she had no idea what was being said.

She knew Harry was speaking to the serpent in a hissing language she'd never heard before. She could see the snake arguing almost, it seemed like it was trying hard to disobey what orders were being given to it. Hermione just couldn't grasp the missing pieces of the language her brain had no hope of translating.

Everyone around them seemed absolutely horrified as they stared up at Harry with wide eyes. It seemed like Harry was egging the Snake on. Then it all clicked in Hermione's head. Salazar Slytherin was able to talk to snakes, she'd read about it in a book on the four founders. He was not only able to speak to snakes, but that was why it was the symbol of his house.

This wasn't going to be good, it couldn't be good. Hermione watched as Snape disposed of the serpent with a well-placed spell and she quickly made her way through the gathered crowd only slowing down when she heard Harry calling her name.

"You're a parselmouth," she said to him her eyes wide.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked confused as Ron caught up to him.

"Why didn't either of you tell me?" Ron demanded.

"I didn't realize it myself," Hermione said frustrated at her inability.

"You mean you had reason to suspect?" Ron asked furious.

"I mean I've seen him speak to a snake before but that was different, I could understand it in a way, but it was fuzzy… I didn't understand anything that Harry or the snake was saying this time," Hermione said.

"You mean I was speaking another language? Hermione, you knew?" Harry asked with a frown.

"No, I hadn't put it together," Hermione said irritably as Ron stared between them.

"Hermione, are you one too?" Ron asked.

"No, I don't think so, I think that time at the zoo was a fluke, accidental magic," Hermione said with a frown. "Maybe our twin bond allowed Harry to act as a one time translator…" she mused.

"Twin bond?" Harry asked with a frown.

Hermione sighed and shook her head. "There are several ways to bond magic together, there are different types of ceremonies that can take place, or the people can be bonded together because they shared a womb. Technically you and me, our magic is in some way bound together…" she tried to explain with a frown.

"Do Fred and George have one as well?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Harry this Parseltongue thing isn't good," she told him.

"Why not I'm sure loads of people here can do it," Harry said.

"No Harry it's rare, really rare. Nobody wants that curse, or that gift… Besides its hereditary," Ron said.

Harry looked at Hermione confused and she sighed. "Harry, Salazar Slytherin's line was the last known family to have that talent… People will think that we are his heirs, or at least that you are…"

"No! We aren't, we can't be…" Harry said with a frown looking at his sister.

"Harry we don't even know our grandparents… For all we know he could be our great-great-grandfather or something," Hermione sighed. "I'm going to go do some research okay, just tell Justin you weren't trying to talk the snake into killing him."

The next day Hermione found herself walking back to the library after Herbology was canceled. Rubbing her face she didn't notice the whispers until she passed by the library and everyone was silent as she walked inside. Frowning uncomfortably Hermione saw Harry asking a group of Hufflepuffs where he could find Justin, and then she heard it.

The whole school thought she and Harry, mostly Harry, were Slytherin's heirs. Frowning Hermione locked herself away in her study room and started reading as many books as she could.

"This is pathetic," she heard as if Tom was beside her. "I don't understand why you don't just give up this quest to be useful… It's not going to work, you were born a waste of space,"

"Leave me alone," she said sharply over her shoulder.

"Why, I'm just trying to help you," Tom purred.

"Stop!" she begged not hearing the lock click and the door open.

"Poor little Potter, doesn't want to accept the fact that she's a waste of space," Tom said.

"I'm not!" she screamed and in a burst of accidental magic her books nearly exploded and the glass from the door shattered.

"Blimey, who are you yelling at Mi?" Fred asked brushing the glass from his robes. Hermione looked at him and her face paled.

"Get out of here Fred," she said softly and Fred frowned fixing the glass, and her books.

"I've never seen you lose control like that Mi… Tell me what's going on, I can help."

"You can't," she told him stubbornly.

"You'll never know if you don't try and talk to me," he told her gently.

"Just leave me alone Fred! Can't you see that I don't need you! Can't you see that I know why you're here, why you're nice to me! I'm done with it, I'm done with you and everyone else. I don't need your pity so get out!" she said shoving him out of the room and slamming the door in his face.

"Oh yeah? Fine, I don't want to be around you either you bossy little bucktoothed know-it-all. Forget I was ever your friend!" Fred yelled back banging his hand on the door and stalking out of the library ignoring the angry glare Madame Pince was giving him.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked looking at the angry Weasley.

"You're sister is a damn crazy bird Potter, just make sure to keep her the hell away from me," Fred bit out walking past coldly.

Hermione sunk down closing her eyes tightly. "I told you," Tom taunted. "They don't care about you, they don't love you… You should throw yourself off the astronomy tower, nobody would miss you."

Hermione stood up and gathered her things quickly. She didn't know what to do, so she ran down to the dungeons and ended up banging on Snape's office door until it opened. Snape looked furious as he met her broken eyes. "What is it Potter?" he snapped.

"Sir I…" Hermione almost immediately broke down crying. "I think somebody gave me a cursed object, and I don't know who to talk to because Lockhart is a bumbling idiot, and I needed someone who can get rid of curses…" Hermione gasped out and Snape watched her his black glittering eyes now shining with something other than cruelty.

"What is the object?" Snape drawled leaning back.

"It's a diary sir, a rather old leather bound diary, and it writes back to you…" Hermione whispered. "At first I thought it was my friend. His name is Tom you see sir, and he was so lovely at first, but then he started showing me what other people thought of me. He'd lead me through memories conversations where my friends would be talking about me… Then he started to say such cruel thing to me," she looked down.

"I got rid of it, but I can hear him sir, he's in my head… He tells me that I should just kill myself. He says I'm weak, pathetic, and stupid… That no one cares if I live or die… He says I'd be doing everyone a favor by just ending it," she whispers the last part and for once Severus Snape sees a person that is neither Lily Evans nor James Potter. He sees a girl struggling so hard to live up to the expectations of everyone around her.

He sees a girl who is desperately trying to make her family proud, and for once Severus Snape can say he feels something other than disdain for the child of Lily and James Potter. He can empathize with her, and he wants to help her.

"Where is this diary now Miss Potter?" he asked his voice kinder towards her than it'd ever been before.

"I don't know sir, hopefully in the garbage," Hermione said protecting Ginny immediately.

"Alright then we will have to battle the symptoms, and hope in time they lessen," Snape said standing up.

Hermione stayed quiet as Snape ran test after test, but oddly enough every test came out negative. It'd been at least an hour and there was nothing to prove she'd been cursed, and that was when Severus Snape began to understand.

"I need you to tell me everything, you said this diary had an entity inside it, what was its name?"

"Tom sir, Tom Riddle," Hermione said softly and she frowned as Snape stared at her in what could only be considered horror.

"Miss Potter I want you to stay right here while I go talk to Professor Dumbledore, and possibly even send a letter to Lupin," Snape said calmly.

"No sir, please don't bother them. I promise I'll be fine! I'll get over it," she told Snape seriously her hazel eyes wide. "If I start to see a change I'll tell you right away I swear," Hermione said. Snape wasn't sure what to do or how to help. All he could do was nod mutely as he watched the girl run off, all he knew was that he had to tell Professor Dumbledore.

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It had been a month since the lacewing flies had started to brew, and Hermione was confident that the potion would work. The three second years were anxious to prove Malfoy was the heir. Especially after Justin and Sir Nicholas had both been petrified.

Hermione of course already had her hairs, turns out wrestling with Millicent Bulstrode wasn't such a bad thing after all. Especially since that was how she'd gotten her hair. The boys were less than enthusiastic about using Crabbe and Goyle's hair, but this was the reason why they'd stayed over the Christmas holiday. Harry was watching as Hermione handed out a mug filled with a putrid lumpy fluid that seemed to have the consistency of oatmeal. Grimacing he took the mug from her adding Goyle's hair into it.

The real Crabbe and Goyle were both knocked out in a broom closet at the moment. The two having stuffed themselves full for hours even after the Christmas feast had ended.

Harry downed the liquid as fast as he could feeling a warm sensation; his skin, bones, hair, and even his organs were changing to that of Goyle's. He looked over to see Ron coming out of the stall. Removing the glasses that were now making his vision blurry he could clearly see Ron who was now Crabbe. "Hermione are you ready?" he called out.

"There's been a change of plans," Hermione said back staring at her fur-covered skin. "Go without me, you don't have much time," she called closing her eyes against the stubborn onslaught of tears. She was just so tired of crying.

"Hermione this wasn't part of the plan," Ron called back. "I mean we know Bulstrode isn't exactly a looker, we promise not to judge you."

"Just leave!" Hermione yelled back groaning as she heard the boys run out. It was infuriating that she messed up once again. Why was it that she couldn't seem to be able to do anything right?

"I've told you the way out," Tom hummed in her head. "They wouldn't care especially now you've led them to getting their answers. They'll toss you to the side soon."

"Stop," Hermione whimpered pressing against the cat ears protruding from her head.

Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse she heard Moaning Myrtle's haunting cackle fill the bathroom. "Oh what do we have here?" the ghost asked with a smirk appearing in front of Hermione.

Hermione didn't look at the ghost just hugged her middle and stared firmly at the ground. "What's the matter love, cat got your tongue," Myrtle cackled and Hermione frowned. It felt like forever as she took Myrtle's insults silently.

"Hermione come out," Harry shouted and Hermione groaned. Their Polyjuice potion must have worn out.

"Oh you should see," she heard Myrtle's gloating voice. "It really is just absolutely dreadful," Myrtle cackled happily.

Hermione closed her eyes as she heard her bathroom stall bang open. Looking up she met her brother's eyes.

"Hermione?" Harry asked confused.

"It was cat hair on Millicent's robes," she muttered quietly looking down.

"We'll take you to Madame Pomfrey," Harry said taking her hand.

"I wonder if you can keep the tail," Ron said in wonder reaching out only to have his hand slapped by Hermione's.

"If you touch me Ronald so help me I will cast a slicing hex in a very uncomfortable place," Hermione warned and Ron gulped paling.

With Hermione's tail flicking she knew this was going to be a long couple of weeks. She just hoped that maybe she would be able to relax and keep up with her schoolwork. She also hoped that no one else would hear about her complete and total failure.

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Harry had been tactfully avoiding any question about Hermione's absence. She rarely took visitors, and though that seemed to be making her more upset he couldn't say that he blamed her. That didn't stop Fred and George from talking to her everyday outside of a screen.

Harry knew it was hard for them, and it was harder for her. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew Hermione was going through something he'd never had to deal with before. That in itself was hard for him to take.

Rubbing his face Harry smiled as he walked into the infirmary to see Hermione's hairless face looking up at him from a stack of books. "See you haven't wasted much time," he teased.

"Not my fault, if I fall behind my spot at top of the class goes to stupid Draco Malfoy. I'm not going to let that jerk beat me," she told Harry stubbornly.

"How are the hairballs?" Harry asked replacing her flowers and Hermione grimaced.

"They're stopping slowly but surely. I should be out by the end of the week," Hermione said with a shrug. The truth was Hermione was so ready to be out of the hospital wing. Tom's voice had only been getting worse, and she found herself becoming more and more inclined to do something desperate. It was terrifying her to no end.

"Harry we got to go," Ron called and Hermione sighed and waved to her brother. She truly did miss him and Ron being alone with only Madame Pomfrey, and occasionally McGonagall, Dumbledore, and even Snape was still lonely.

Harry followed Ron the two planning on finishing homework when he heard Filch grumbling angrily about the flooded bathroom. Grabbing Ron's sleeve he pulled him against the wall watching as Filch passed him. Without a second thought, Harry took off running into the girl's bathroom.

"Myrtle?" Harry called with a frown.

"Have you come to throw more things at me?" Myrtle asked floating over to him.

"Who would throw something at you?" Harry asked and Myrtle grimaced.

"I don't know I was just sitting in the U-bend thinking about death when a book fell through the top of my head," Myrtle started sobbing and Harry looked over to see a beaten up diary lying on the wet ground.

"Well I mean it can't hurt can it, it'll just go through you right?" Ron asked and Myrtle flew at him, and Harry intercepted.

"Myrtle I'm sorry, but we're going to take this book and be going now alright?" Harry asked and Myrtle narrowed her eyes at him before diving into her toilet.

Harry and Ron walked out together the two getting almost completely to the portrait before they stopped to look at the book someone had thrown at Myrtle. From what Harry could see it was just an old blank diary. The initials T.M. Riddle were inscribed into the leather and Harry frowned.

"Wait I know that name!" Ron exclaimed taking the diary and frowning. "It's… Oh, I've got it, it's from when I was polishing the trophies. Riddle had this nice big shield for a special service to the school about fifty years ago… I remember it because I kept burping up slugs and having to polish it again," Ron shuddered.

"Fifty years ago?" Harry looked at Ron who nodded his eyes widening as he understood what Harry was getting at.

"Harry you don't think…" Ron started only to be cut off.

"I don't know, but there may be something hidden in this diary that can tell us more about the chamber…" Harry looked down and bit his lip. "Don't mention this to Hermione, she has enough on her plate without the two of us bothering her with something that may be nonsense."

Ron nodded determinedly and walked with his best friend to the Gryffindor Common Room each silent as they went up to their dorm to try and unlock the secrets of the diary.

Hello loves! First of all I am so sorry I just started college and I've been very overwhelmed here lately. No I'm not stopping this story, I'll try and update more regularly, but right now jut thank you to those who keep reading!

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