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Disclaimer: Ok, I'll make this sweet and simple and to the point. I do not own any of these familiar characters that we all love (if you don't love 'em or at least love to hate 'em, what are you doing reading this??) although I'd love to own at least one of these characters.**suggestive grin** Once again; I do not own any of these characters, they belong to JKR. Please don't sue me.
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"---Crank the Incorrigible lead his army of Trolls into the empire of Rome, managing to kill 50 thousand Muggles and wizards. No witches were killed, a mystery to this day. West Rome fell, and surrendered power to the kingdom of Trolls. Conch the Intolerable, came into power in 477, after the death of his father, Conk the Impalpable, who was killed by his son. Soon after that, Melina of Fire, lead siege on the West of Rome. She and her army of unknown numbers, brought on the death of Conch and his brother Bob. When--- "
"Excuse me, Professor?"
"Yes, Ms. Green?"
"It's Brown, Professor."
He blinked once. "Ah, yes, of course. Now, on with my lesson---"
"Professor!"
"What, Ms. Brings?"
Lavender rolled her eyes, but let it go. "Crank the Intolerable had a brother named Bob?"
The ghost looked at her in shock. "What on earth are you talking about, girl?!"
"You said Conk the Incorrigible had a brother named Bob!"
"I said no such thing!"
Hermione's hand waved in the air, to know ones shock. "Excuse me, Professor, but---"
"What now, Ms. Granges?"
"It's Granger, sir---"
"Good, good. Now, after the death of Conch the Intolerable and his brother Bob, the---"
"There! You see!" Lavender broke in. "Crunk the Impossible had a brother named Bob!!"
"No," Hermione told her, both girls now completely ignoring their Professor. "Conch the Intolerable had a brother named Bob."
"But that's just silly. Have you ever heard of a troll named Bob? Honestly!"
The professor sighed. "How about we cut class early today, eh?"
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"So now what do we do? We have an hour before Potions."
Hermione shrugged. "We could go study, since we didn't get the entire of today's lecture---"
Ron eyed the blue sky out the widow longingly. "Hermione, come on! In less then an hour we have to go suffer though potions, side by side by the Slytherin scum, with Snape breathing down our necks, smilingly happily at Malfoy and Co."
Harry frowned thoughtfully. "I don't think Snape has ever smiled. Ever."
"Of course he has!" Hermione said. "He---okay, no, no he hasn't."
In the end, Ron and Harry talked Hermione into going outside into the bright sunlight. Harry and Ron sat playing a game of exploding snap. Hermione lay on her stomach, reading a book. Her brown curls fell forward, hiding her face like a curtain. Every now and then she would mutter, and once she was heard murmuring the lyrics of a song under her breath.
"I heard that Goyle was going home on Halloween." Ron told them, absentmindedly.
"Why? Not that I'm complaining, but why?" Harry asked.
"Supposedly because he got his girlfriend pregnant."
Harry looked up now, shock apparent on his face. "He has a girlfriend?"
Ron took on a very grim expression. "Yes." He said blandly. "He's girlfriend is Penelope Clearwater."
"Wait." Harry's brow furrowed. "I though that she was . . . "
"Percy's girlfriend. That's right." Ron interrupted him, his voice taking on a tight angry tone. "He broke up with her after she tried to sleep with Fred."
Harry's jaw dropped. "She slept with Fred!?"
Ron grinned bitterly. "Oh, no. Fred told her flat out to fuck off. She got angry and tried to curse him. But he blocked it and Bob---that's dance lord, the yellow clock---tackled Penelope, and kept her there. It wouldn't let her go, even when Fred and George told him to, until Percy showed up. Ginny and me went with him. He broke up with her, in a polite manner, then left. She slapped Fred, slapped George, slapped me just for the hell of it." He smiled genuinely now. "That's when Ginny punched her."
Harry looked stunned. "Wow. She seemed so nice, too."
Ron laughed sourly. "Yeah."
"How's Fred anyway?"
It took them a minute to realize that Hermione had spoken. "Oh." Ron blinked. "Um . . . fine. Fred's fine. Why?"
She just smiled smugly. "Just curious." And then she went back to her book. Ron and Harry exchanged looks.
"She's your girlfriend." Ron whispered.
Harry just smiled and shrugged. "So Goyle got Penelope pregnant?"
"Supposedly."
"Oi, Hermione!" A voiced called out. A second later, Ginny's head of flaming hair appeared, her eyes shinning excitedly. "Hermione, come hear, we need your help!"
Hermione muttered and waved her hand, never taking her eyes of the book.
"Hermione!!"
"Oh!" She looked up, taking a moment to clear her eyes. "Hi Ginny. Did you need something?"
Ginny was practically bouncing. "Yes! Come on!" She shot a look towards Ron and Harry. "I have to talk to you!"
Hermione's eyes went wide and knowing. "Oh!" She jumped up, sending chestnut curls flying. Although she was older then Ginny, the younger girl was a good three inches taller then her. She was built tall and slender, with a stream of dark red hair that fell down her back, strait as rain. Hermione was smaller, shorter, and fuller at hips and breasts. Where Ginny was all fire and cream, Hermione was warm cinnamon and caramel.
The two girls had become very close throughout the years since the chamber of secrets. A bond of friendship, trust founded out of secrets and common ground. Ginny had planned on asking out Josh Bailey, a muggle born Hufflepuff out, finally tired of waiting for him to make the first move. Apparently it had gone well.
"I'll see you guys later!" The two girls all but ran towards the castle, huddled close together, giggling and whispering.
"Your sister brings out the giggling girl in Hermione." Harry noted.
"Yeah, I suppose so. They sure do spend a lot of time together lately, have you noticed?"
"Yeah." Harry yawned, laying down in much the same way Hermione had been. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he saw that Hermione had forgotten her book she had been reading. Scooting over, he glanced at the page she left open.
"What did Ginny have to talk to Hermione about, I wonder." Ron speculated.
"Er, Ron?" Harry stared down at the book. "Why do you think Hermione was reading about The Four born of the Elements?"
Ron just blinked at him. "Huh?"
Harry began to read. "The Four born of the Elements, Earth, Fire, Air, and Water. Each born of their own basic elements, powered by their nature, and each with a special skill. Willow of Earth, dwells in Forgotten Forest. In her hand, is the Dagger of Knowledge. She is the teacher of the Past, Present, and the Future. She is the History of Magic. And only few seek her.
Melina of Fire lives in the Hidden Jungle of the Amazon. She is a mighty warrior, and carries a sword forged out of the fire of which she was born. She also holds the skill of the most basic, primitive, and most powerful battle magic. She is fire. She is strength. And although most wish for her, few can hold her.
Kayleen of Air resides in the Protected Mountains. She is the most powerful healer, of all of time. She carries the Wand of Life. She is innocent and much loved. Her sisters stand for her, protecting her against harm. Only those judged worthy may find there way to her home, and to her heart.
Serena of Water is held within the Lost Island. She is born of water, the most powerful of the sisters. She holds the Staff of Power, of dreams. Moody and wild as the sea, gentle and giving as the streams, she is one of mind. She is given dreams, and therefore hunts them. She is the one who gives the gift of sight. She is the one who hold the world of magic in her hands."
Harry looked up and saw Ron staring at him. "Harry, mate, its Hermione. She read everything. Plus, wasn't that one Melinda woman the one the Professor was going on about in History of Magic? She probably just felt deprived that she didn't get the whole class worth of notes, you know?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, your right."
Disclaimer: Ok, I'll make this sweet and simple and to the point. I do not own any of these familiar characters that we all love (if you don't love 'em or at least love to hate 'em, what are you doing reading this??) although I'd love to own at least one of these characters.**suggestive grin** Once again; I do not own any of these characters, they belong to JKR. Please don't sue me.
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"---Crank the Incorrigible lead his army of Trolls into the empire of Rome, managing to kill 50 thousand Muggles and wizards. No witches were killed, a mystery to this day. West Rome fell, and surrendered power to the kingdom of Trolls. Conch the Intolerable, came into power in 477, after the death of his father, Conk the Impalpable, who was killed by his son. Soon after that, Melina of Fire, lead siege on the West of Rome. She and her army of unknown numbers, brought on the death of Conch and his brother Bob. When--- "
"Excuse me, Professor?"
"Yes, Ms. Green?"
"It's Brown, Professor."
He blinked once. "Ah, yes, of course. Now, on with my lesson---"
"Professor!"
"What, Ms. Brings?"
Lavender rolled her eyes, but let it go. "Crank the Intolerable had a brother named Bob?"
The ghost looked at her in shock. "What on earth are you talking about, girl?!"
"You said Conk the Incorrigible had a brother named Bob!"
"I said no such thing!"
Hermione's hand waved in the air, to know ones shock. "Excuse me, Professor, but---"
"What now, Ms. Granges?"
"It's Granger, sir---"
"Good, good. Now, after the death of Conch the Intolerable and his brother Bob, the---"
"There! You see!" Lavender broke in. "Crunk the Impossible had a brother named Bob!!"
"No," Hermione told her, both girls now completely ignoring their Professor. "Conch the Intolerable had a brother named Bob."
"But that's just silly. Have you ever heard of a troll named Bob? Honestly!"
The professor sighed. "How about we cut class early today, eh?"
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"So now what do we do? We have an hour before Potions."
Hermione shrugged. "We could go study, since we didn't get the entire of today's lecture---"
Ron eyed the blue sky out the widow longingly. "Hermione, come on! In less then an hour we have to go suffer though potions, side by side by the Slytherin scum, with Snape breathing down our necks, smilingly happily at Malfoy and Co."
Harry frowned thoughtfully. "I don't think Snape has ever smiled. Ever."
"Of course he has!" Hermione said. "He---okay, no, no he hasn't."
In the end, Ron and Harry talked Hermione into going outside into the bright sunlight. Harry and Ron sat playing a game of exploding snap. Hermione lay on her stomach, reading a book. Her brown curls fell forward, hiding her face like a curtain. Every now and then she would mutter, and once she was heard murmuring the lyrics of a song under her breath.
"I heard that Goyle was going home on Halloween." Ron told them, absentmindedly.
"Why? Not that I'm complaining, but why?" Harry asked.
"Supposedly because he got his girlfriend pregnant."
Harry looked up now, shock apparent on his face. "He has a girlfriend?"
Ron took on a very grim expression. "Yes." He said blandly. "He's girlfriend is Penelope Clearwater."
"Wait." Harry's brow furrowed. "I though that she was . . . "
"Percy's girlfriend. That's right." Ron interrupted him, his voice taking on a tight angry tone. "He broke up with her after she tried to sleep with Fred."
Harry's jaw dropped. "She slept with Fred!?"
Ron grinned bitterly. "Oh, no. Fred told her flat out to fuck off. She got angry and tried to curse him. But he blocked it and Bob---that's dance lord, the yellow clock---tackled Penelope, and kept her there. It wouldn't let her go, even when Fred and George told him to, until Percy showed up. Ginny and me went with him. He broke up with her, in a polite manner, then left. She slapped Fred, slapped George, slapped me just for the hell of it." He smiled genuinely now. "That's when Ginny punched her."
Harry looked stunned. "Wow. She seemed so nice, too."
Ron laughed sourly. "Yeah."
"How's Fred anyway?"
It took them a minute to realize that Hermione had spoken. "Oh." Ron blinked. "Um . . . fine. Fred's fine. Why?"
She just smiled smugly. "Just curious." And then she went back to her book. Ron and Harry exchanged looks.
"She's your girlfriend." Ron whispered.
Harry just smiled and shrugged. "So Goyle got Penelope pregnant?"
"Supposedly."
"Oi, Hermione!" A voiced called out. A second later, Ginny's head of flaming hair appeared, her eyes shinning excitedly. "Hermione, come hear, we need your help!"
Hermione muttered and waved her hand, never taking her eyes of the book.
"Hermione!!"
"Oh!" She looked up, taking a moment to clear her eyes. "Hi Ginny. Did you need something?"
Ginny was practically bouncing. "Yes! Come on!" She shot a look towards Ron and Harry. "I have to talk to you!"
Hermione's eyes went wide and knowing. "Oh!" She jumped up, sending chestnut curls flying. Although she was older then Ginny, the younger girl was a good three inches taller then her. She was built tall and slender, with a stream of dark red hair that fell down her back, strait as rain. Hermione was smaller, shorter, and fuller at hips and breasts. Where Ginny was all fire and cream, Hermione was warm cinnamon and caramel.
The two girls had become very close throughout the years since the chamber of secrets. A bond of friendship, trust founded out of secrets and common ground. Ginny had planned on asking out Josh Bailey, a muggle born Hufflepuff out, finally tired of waiting for him to make the first move. Apparently it had gone well.
"I'll see you guys later!" The two girls all but ran towards the castle, huddled close together, giggling and whispering.
"Your sister brings out the giggling girl in Hermione." Harry noted.
"Yeah, I suppose so. They sure do spend a lot of time together lately, have you noticed?"
"Yeah." Harry yawned, laying down in much the same way Hermione had been. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he saw that Hermione had forgotten her book she had been reading. Scooting over, he glanced at the page she left open.
"What did Ginny have to talk to Hermione about, I wonder." Ron speculated.
"Er, Ron?" Harry stared down at the book. "Why do you think Hermione was reading about The Four born of the Elements?"
Ron just blinked at him. "Huh?"
Harry began to read. "The Four born of the Elements, Earth, Fire, Air, and Water. Each born of their own basic elements, powered by their nature, and each with a special skill. Willow of Earth, dwells in Forgotten Forest. In her hand, is the Dagger of Knowledge. She is the teacher of the Past, Present, and the Future. She is the History of Magic. And only few seek her.
Melina of Fire lives in the Hidden Jungle of the Amazon. She is a mighty warrior, and carries a sword forged out of the fire of which she was born. She also holds the skill of the most basic, primitive, and most powerful battle magic. She is fire. She is strength. And although most wish for her, few can hold her.
Kayleen of Air resides in the Protected Mountains. She is the most powerful healer, of all of time. She carries the Wand of Life. She is innocent and much loved. Her sisters stand for her, protecting her against harm. Only those judged worthy may find there way to her home, and to her heart.
Serena of Water is held within the Lost Island. She is born of water, the most powerful of the sisters. She holds the Staff of Power, of dreams. Moody and wild as the sea, gentle and giving as the streams, she is one of mind. She is given dreams, and therefore hunts them. She is the one who gives the gift of sight. She is the one who hold the world of magic in her hands."
Harry looked up and saw Ron staring at him. "Harry, mate, its Hermione. She read everything. Plus, wasn't that one Melinda woman the one the Professor was going on about in History of Magic? She probably just felt deprived that she didn't get the whole class worth of notes, you know?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, your right."