Chapter 34- A bet was made

June 1994

"The only sure thing about luck is that it will change."

Dear Marcus,

I'm glad to hear that you are safe but wow, the battle shook the whole castle and you had to evacuate, that must have been a scary experience. Hogwarts seemed so peaceful and tranquil when I visited, I can't imagine something like that happening there. Do you know who defeated the basilisk? Here on the continent we normally call in an expert like Anna Matou and her sisters. Their mystic eyes are rumored to be some of the strongest in the world, and it's why the unrest in the magical middle east never spread over into Europe. But don't worry though my sister says she is a very nice lady and only dislikes idiots like Professor Snape. I know he is your head of house and potions professor, but he is not well respected on the continent.

Oh, I'm sorry for rambling on. How is quidditch going? Did you win the junior quidditch cup? Did you manage a double, double like you've been working on. Have you tried Millicent Blustrodes food? Hermione sent me some of her scones and they were so good. Oh and what classes are you going to take next year. Hermione told me you can choose to take Runes, Arithmancy, care of magical creatures, divination or muggle studies, instead of magic theory, and flying. Hermione is trying to figure out a way to take all of them, which I think is crazy. Personally I would trade flying for arithmancy, and try to take divination as well. Knowing you, there is no way you drop flying so what do you think you will take.

What are your summer plans? I'm going to Monaco for part of the summer, and i can't wait for the beach. Well I have to run. Talk to you later.

Your friend,

Victoria Granger

"What are you reading," Draco asked.

"A letter from Victoria," Marcus replied happily.

"Victoria who?" Vincent asked.

"Victoria Granger, Hermione's sister," Marcus said.

"That little runt has a sister, I bet she's a ugly little nerd like her sister," Gregory said.

"Hahahahaha," Marcus laughed.

"What's so funny," Draco said.

"Do you remember the blue haired nymph that dueled Tracy," Marcus said.

"Yeah she made Tracy's hair poof out before getting knocked out," Draco said.

"That's Victoria," Marcus said.

"Wait, you're telling me she is Hermione's sister," Vincent and Greggory said.

"Yes," Marcus grinned.

"Dude no way, she's super pretty," the pair exclaimed.

"So what, Pansy is better looking," Draco said.

"That's what you think, she's like a bright blue sky," Marcus said standing up.

"Where are you going," Draco said as Marcus opened the cabin door.

"Gotta write a reply," Marcus said.

Break

"Astoria," Marcus called out.

"Marcus," Astoria squeaked.

"Hey so have you seen Hermione," he asked.

"I think she's playing grail wars with Millie or talking with Padma and Parvati with something," Astoria said.

"Nuts," Marcus said.

"Did you need her for something," Astoria said.

"Well you see the thing is I've kinda been writing to her sister Victoria and I was gonna ask for some advice….." Marcus said.

"Oh…." Astoria said softly, turning away.

"Hey you're a girl," Marcus said, grabbing her hand. "So that means you know how girls think, and can help me not make a complete fool of myself," Marcus said.

"I don't know," Astoria whispered, trying and failing not to blush.

"Any help you can give me would be great," Marcus said.

"But….." Astoria stammered.

"Please," Marcus said.

"Ok….." Astoria relented.

"Great thanks a bunch," Marcus said, pulling Astoria to an empty compartment.

Break

Astoria's year was a rocky one, but the brown-haired girl was feeling good as she stepped off the train. Her ever increasing weight had stopped and she'd even lost a few pounds. She won the award for the highest grade in magic theory, and she was at least passing the rest of her classes. However, her beaming smile and sunny mood were erased with 5 words.

"Astoria, we need to talk," her mother called out as she marched over to her.

"Mother…." Astoria gulped.

"I see you have failed on your diet," she said, poking her in the stomach with her wand.

"No, I didn't, I lost half a stone," Astoria said proudly.

"And yet you are still fat," she hissed, taking a handful of her belly and squeezing harshly. "And let's not even begin about your grades."

"I won the sage award for the high grade in magic theory," Astoria said.

"While that is commendable, I do not care about a fluff class like magic theory, charms, transfiguration, potions, the real magic classes, all of which you only made acceptable," Catherine growled.

"But mom…." Astoria said.

"No buts," Catherine hissed slapping Astoria across the face. "You are a stupid fat little troll, and I don't know if I can fix you, but you are my daughter, so prepare yourself. You will be losing weight and improving your grades this summer."

"While I agree with you mother, there is the basilisk to consider," Daphne said.

"Were either of you petrified," Catherine snapped.

"No," Astoria and Daphne replied.

"Then that is no excuse," Catherine said. "The Greengrass family represents excellence in all things, including knowing our history."

"I understand mother," Daphne gulped only to receive a slap to the face.

"No, I don't think that you do, dear daughter," Catherine said. "An E in the history of magic is not acceptable. We are the ancient and noble Greengrass family, now can you tell me why you failed the history of magic," Catherine said.

"I'm not sure this is," Daphne said.

"Yes, we are on the platform, and yes there is a crowd growing, and no, I do not care. The news will not be reporting this and if public embarrassment is what is needed to get you in line then so be it," Catherine said. "Now why did you have an E in history of magic?"

"I included too much art history in several of my assignments," Daphne said.

"Foolish daughter," Catherine said raising her hand back.

"I think that's quite enough Mrs. Greengrass," Emma said, grabbing her hand.

"You dare interfere with an ancient and noble house," Catherine growled.

"If what you mean by ancient and noble, is child abuse then yes," Emma said as Hermione moved to support Astoria.

"And you think you know better," Catherine said, stepping closer looming over Emma.

"I wouldn't dream of knowing how to run an ancient and noble house, but I do know that telling a lovely girl who has worked hard to lose weight and improve her grades a fat stupid troll is not going to change anything. And being upset over a lovely young woman trying to discover her passion is a mistake," Emma said as she started to sweat a little.

"Perhaps it is you who is mistaken," Catherine said.

"Oh, and what is that I don't know about raising a daughter as I do have one myself," Emma said, sweat beading down her face.

"Quite a lot considering that you are sweating like a pig," Catherine said shoving her chest into Emma's face, making her take a step back.

"And what is that I don't know," Emma gulped as the crowd began to whisper.

"Magic, and how to raise a proper witch," Catherine said.

"She' got a point,'' several people whispered in the crowd.

"And your saying my daughter isn't," Emma said.

"Yes," Catherine said.

"And you think you can teach me," Hermione said.

"Perhaps," Catherine said. "You are in remedial classes so you could use all of the help you can get."

"Remedial classes, but I heard she fought the basilisk," the crowd muttered.

"I heard it was the Potter, Longbottom and Weasley boy who defeated it," the whispers said.

"I heard the same, but the Longbottom heir said that he worked with Hermione, and the Blustrode girl," another whisper said.

"And you are going to help me," Hermione said.

"Hermione you don't have to do this," Emma whispered.

"I know, but I think they could use a friend," Hermione whispered back.

"You are such a good girl," Emma said hugging her daughter.

"Afraid I will break your daughter," Catherine laughed.

"I would like to see you try, my daughter is like the Great Aletsch Glacier, that feeds the Rhone river. She nourishes others and mows down all that stands in her way. She will not break," Emma said, meeting Catherine's glaze with a look of determination.

"Glaciers can melt," Catherine said.

"And they are replenished by the winter snow," Emma replied.

"I won't break," Hermione said.

"You will," Catherine said looking down at Hermione as a stunned Astoria and Daphne watched.

Hermione stepped in front of her mother, invading Catherine's personal space. "I faced Voldemort twice, and slew his pet."

"You had help," a shocked Catherine said.

"I won't need help to deal with you," Hermione said.

"So be it, you will be my daughter until the Med Gala in Monaco in July," Catherine said.

"Works for me," Hermione said. "I'll see you then mom," Hermione said hugging Emma.

"Have fun," Emma said.

"Hold on a minute," Maggie said, stepping in.

"What is it to you, commoner," Catherine said.

"Mom what are you doing," Millie whispered.

"If you can help your friends so can I," Maggie whispered.

"The way I see it you are arguing over who is the better mother, and if you get to "raise" Hermione for a time it's only fair that Emma should care for one of your daughters in return," Maggie said.

"Fine, you can have the spare," Catherine said, roughly shoving Astoria towards Emma.

"Gather your things girls we are leaving," Catherine said, turning away with her head held high.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Astoria cried, bursting into tears as she ran into Emma's arms.

"There, there dear it will be alright," Emma cooed gently stroking Astoria's back.

"Thank you, Maggie," Emma said.

"I'm just sorry I didn't speak up sooner, I really hate that woman," Maggie said.

"Mrs. Granger," Millie said.

"Yes," Emma said gasping at the sight of Maggie's bruised and battered face, with misaligned teeth and a smashed nose.

"Millie what happened," Emma said.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for putting Hermione in danger. She wouldn't have gone down there if it wasn't for me," Millie said.

"She needs a hug," Astoria whispered letting go of Emma. "Don't worry I'll be ok."

"Millie it is not your fault," Emma said, pulling her into her arms as she began to cry.

"But I caused her so much trouble, and she got hurt because of me," Millie sniffled.

"No," Emma said, poking the unbruised part of her forehead. "Hermione told me what happened, and none of it was your fault. And she told me that you helped defeat the beast in the end."

"Yes," Millie said.

"And I trust my daughter completely. Now what happened to your poor face," Emma said.

"They were gonna attack Hermione," Millie said softly, forcing a smile.

"You poor thing," Emma said.

"I know, I look hideous…" Millie said softly as Maggie put a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"You do not, and this is nothing that can't be fixed," Emma said.

"Really," Maggie gasped.

"Oh please, I've seen worse cases," Emma said. "Bring Millie by our practice tomorrow and Dan will take a look."

"Emma, our business is doing better but, we can't…." Maggie said.

"What's a little dental work between friends," Emma said.

"I don't know if I would be able to do that," several mothers whispered.

"That woman's a freaking saint," a couple of fathers said as the crowd dispersed.

Break

"Big," Hermione said as they approached the Greengrass manor.

"Yes, the Greengrass manor sits on 1,000 acres of land outside of Southampton," Daphne said proudly. "The River Hamble runs through the southwest corner of the property."

"So, you control the port through which about 35% of magical Britain's trade flows," Hermione said.

"Yes, but how," Daphne said as her mother's jaw dropped in shock.

"Just because you don't think I'm listening doesn't mean I'm not. You've mentioned it in the past, and you didn't think I wouldn't do my research," Hermione said leaving out how they tried to jack up the prices on Volupsa's fabric shipments.

"It seems there is more Syltherin in you that I thought," Catherine said.

"You have no idea," Hermione said to herself as she looked out the window. The manor was as impressive as it was large. The windows of the sprawling building glinted in the afternoon sun as they drove through the elaborate gardens. "I'm curious if manor is built in the original Tudor style or is it a later Victorian interpretation of the Tudor style?"

"Yes, it is an original Tudor that has been updated over the years. Each lady Greengrass has put their own unique spin on the manor," Daphne said. "You will see more inside, but I would like to try and update it to a more Edwardian style in the future."

"Updating to the current century, I'm shocked, does this mean you are going to add electricity," Hermione giggled.

"I…." Daphne began.

"No true Lady Greengrass will add such muggle nonsense to our treasured home," Catherine said.

"Yes, mother," Daphne replied as they pulled up to the front gate.

"Welcome home Mistress Greengrass," a woman who could have been an extra for Downton Abbey said in a pristine maid outfit.

"Yes, thank you Cassey," Catherine said. "We will be having a visitor for a few weeks, so I would like for you to assign Mina and Ami to look after her," Catherine said as several small creatures removed their luggage.

"Um, Daphne," Hermione asked.

"What are those," Hermione said pointing at them.

"Oh those are house elves," Daphne said.

"But they don't look like elves," Hermione said.

"Those would be high elves, that you are thinking of," Daphne said.

"You have much to learn girl," Catherine said.

"My name is not, girl, Countess Greengrass, it is Hermione Granger, and I suggest you learn it," Hermione replied.

Daphne's bag dropped to the ground; her wide eyes frozen in shock. "What are you doing?" She finally whispered as her mother slowly turned around.

"What did you say to me," Catherine hissed.

"I simply stated that my name is Hermione Granger, Countess Greengrass. My mother raised me to know that it is impolite not to refer to someone by their name. Now I realize that this might not be the same in magical society, so do excuse me if I overstepped my bounds," Hermione said.

Silence fell upon the manner as Catherine narrowed her eyes at Hermione slowly raising her hand up. Hermione's eyes tracked the hand, while not a muscle twitched as the hand fell upon her face with a sharp smack. "I do not appreciate back talk, and children should only speak when spoken to, Hermione," Catherine said as Hermione slowly turned her head back looking Catherine in the eye. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Countess Greengrass, I will be more mindful of my speech in the future," Hermione said.

"See that you do," Catherine said. "Daphne please show Hermione to the guest room," Catherine said before leaving.

"Yes, mother," Daphne said before rushing to Hermione. "How, why, are you insane."

"Wow, it sounds like you might actually care, tomato face," Hermione said. "Hey that stings," Hermione winced as Daphne poked the handprint on her face.

"Why didn't you," Daphne asked.

"Didn't what," Hermione said.

"Use that thing you do. You took a flame arrow head on with barely a scratch, why didn't you," Daphne said.

"Block it. I have my reasons, but mostly I wanted to get a feel for what you and Astoria have to deal with," Hermione said.

"You're insane," Daphne snapped.

"Maybe, but at least we match now," Hermione said as Daphne still sported a similar mark.

"You really are a crazy little runt," Daphne said.

"Yeah, yeah," Hermione said following the maids inside.

Break

"Wake up sweety," Emma said gently nudging Astoria as they pulled into the garage.

"I must be dreaming," Astoria muttered slowly, opening her eyes.

"Why," Dan asked.

"Because, I'm with you and not my mother," Astoria said.

"Well it's not a dream kiddo," Dan said ruffling her hair.

"So that really happened," Astoria said.

"If you mean by staying with us for a few weeks, then yes," Emma said.

"Woohoo," Astoria cheered.

"Well someone's excited," Emma chuckled. "So let's use that energy and get you moved in."

"Ok," Astoria said.

"I know last time you stayed with Hermione, but this time let's get you set up in your room," Emma said.

"My room, don't you mean the guest room," Astoria said.

"Yes, but it will be yours for the next few weeks," Emma replied.

"I don't know what to say," Astoria said, tears threatening to spill again.

"Thank you is a start," Dan chuckled.

"Thank you, but how…" Astoria said.

"You can play us some songs on the piano," Dan said.

"You got a piano…." Astoria gasped.

"Yes," Emma said.

"And I can play it," Astoria said.

"Yes," Dan said. "Go ahead."

"Really, ok, thank you," Astoria said racing inside.

"That poor girl is just starved for love and attention," Emma said.

"You have a heart as big as the ocean," Dan said.

"So do you, you big softie," Emma chuckled. "But that's why I married you."

"And here I thought it was because of my roguish good looks," Dan said.

"Those were a bonus," Emma laughed as they heard the gentle notes of a piano begin to play.

"She knows where the hidden key is," Dan said.

"She is our niece after all," Emma said as they went inside.

Break

"Is everything in this house so big," Hermione whispered as the blond haired maid led her down a hallway that had to be at least 2 stories all.

"While the rooms and hallways are very roomy, the more private areas of the house are not quite as large," Mina replied.

"Or ostentatious I would imagine," Hermione said.

"You would be correct," Mina said.

"Why," Hermione asked.

"Why what," Mina replied.

"Why the display, I mean it's nice and all, but it seems a bit much," Hermione said.

"Seeing as you are staying with us as Catherine's "daughter" I shall answer," Mina said, stopping in front of a pair of tall mahogany doors. "It is to install a sense of awe and wonder in guests," she said, opening the doors.

"Holy crap baskets," Hermione gasped as the doors opened to an enormous room, easily larger than her parents' living room. A king size canopy bed lay at the far end of the room draped in dark green silk sheets with silver curtains hanging from the canopy. The black pillows were at least as big as her. A row of tall bay windows lined the side of the room opposite the door with long green curtains tied to the side should she wish to block out the light. A tall plush armchair sat off to the side the deep red fabric illuminated by the sunlight. At the far end was a desk, if such a thing could be called a desk considering Hermione thought she could probably sleep on it. The deep rich wood and ornate stylings matched the decor overall dark color scheme of the wood. The closets were equally ornate as Hermione continued to marvel at the room.

"I trust the room is to your liking," Mina said.

"It's a bit dark for my tastes," Hermione said offhandedly. "But the bed looks really comfy," Hermione said, backing up a few steps, before taking a running start and jumping high into the air. Her body flopped down onto the bed before bouncing off it and slamming into the wall.

"Ouchie," Hermione groaned as she lay against the wall feet over her head.

"I do not know what passes for appropriate behavior in muggle house holds, but such behavior is unexceptable young lady," Catheirne said glaring at Hermione with a switch in her hand.

"Mistress," Mina said, quickly moving aside. "I was simply…."

"I know," Catherine snapped.

"Please do not punish Miss Mina, as she was not the one who made the mistake," Hermione said. "I was the one who jumped on the bed, and I did not expect it to be quite so soft and luxurious. Honestly, I have a bad habit of jumping on beds I am afraid.'

"Then I will simply add it to the list of behaviors that need correcting," Catherine said.

"I am your eager student Lady Greengrass, please teach me how to be a proper witch and upstanding lady of society. Please treat me well," Hermione said with a rough curtsey at the end.

Mina couldn't help but wonder if that was a smile or a smirk on Hermione's slightly dipping face.

"We shall be eating dinner shortly, and I expect you to be dressed properly," Catherine said as she turned to leave.

"If "mother" will allow it, I would like to ask a question," Hermione said.

"Interesting," Catherine whispered, pausing. "You may ask daughter," Catherine said.

"I would like to ask what would be the appropriate dress for dinner, so that I do not make a bad impression," Hermione asked.

"I believe a fashionable dress would be appropriate for a casual family dinner," Catherine said. "I Mina believe that several of Daphne's old dresses should be suitable," Catherine said, turning on her heel and leaving.

"Yes, Mistress," Mina said.

Break

"Astoria, that was lovely," Emma said as the girl finished playing.

"Really," Astoria beamed.

"Yes," Emma said. "And you must be hungry after all that playing."

"I wasn't playing…" Astoria said looking at the evening sun through the window. "That long…. I'm sorry," she squeaked.

"What are you apologizing for," Emma said.

"Well, I didn't mean to interrupt," Astoria said.

"Honey, you didn't disrupt or interrupt anything," Emma said sitting down on the piano bench and putting an arm around her. "In fact, it was nice to have some music playing while I was making dinner."

"Really," Astoria said.

"Yes," Emma said. "Now let's eat."

"Ok," Astoria said, heading to the kitchen table.

"It's a German spin on fish and chips," Emma said.

"It smells yummy," Astoria said as she sat down.

"Emma, I looked at those pictures you took," Dan said entering the kitchen.

"How bad," Emma said.

"Pretty bad, they really went to town on Millie," Dan said.

"I'm sorry," Astoria said.

"What are you apologizing for kiddo, you didn't do it," Dan said, ruffling her hair making her smile. "And not to worry, Millie will be healed in time for the gala and be the prettiest girl there are you and Hermione of course. It just means we'll have to delay our summer trip by a week."

"So that means you get a few days to decide on where you want to go," Emma said.

"Lichtenstein!" Astoria said quickly.

"Lichtenstein it is then," Emma said. "Now is there anything you wanted to do this summer."

"I think so," Astoria said softly before taking a bite. "Wow this is really good."

"The German flavors add a nice touch," Emma said.

"Well what is it you wanted to learn, we always let Hermione take a class or two, so what's got your interest," Dan said.

"I know I'm not very good, but I would like to take music and ballet classes," Astoria said.

"Music and dance hu, I think we can manage that," Emma said.

"Really,' Astoria said.

"Sure, there is a summer ballet program in Liechtenstein you can sign up for and I'm sure we can find a music teacher somewhere," Emma said.

"Thank you," Astoria said. "And I'll pay you back."

"No need your our daughter right now, remember," Dan said.

"Right," Astoria said, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill.

Break

"So cute," Mina gushed a beaming smile on her face as she examined Hermione.

"I guess, but it's not really my color," Hermione said as she spun around. The knee length dress had white frills at the ends of the long sleeves, around the neck shoulders, chest, and spaced evenly along the skirt. Her legs were clad in lacy black stockings with white socks and shiny patent leather shoes. Mina had put her shiny silver hair into a simple ponytail with a green bow.

"Oh, is something wrong," Mina said.

"No this dress is lovely, it's just a little dark for my tastes," Hermione said.

"The mistress prefers darker colors as she considers them more regal," Mina said.

"Thank you," Hermione said. "Is there anything else you can tell me about the lady Greengrass."

"As you discovered she does not tolerate fits of childishness lightly," Mina said.

"Thank you, Mina," Hermione said, walking over to where a small teddy bear sat picking it up and cradling it in her arms.

"Miss I think it best if you leave," Mina said, reaching for the bear.

"But the house is so big and scary, and Mr. Bear is my friend," Hermione said, sniffling slightly.

"Alright, but the Lady will not like it," Mina said.

Break

"Good evening Daphne," Hermione said as she found Daphne standing in the hallway outside her room.

"Good evening," Daphne replied.

"Are you here to show to the kitchen," Hermione asked.

"No, the kitchen is where the food is made, the family dining room is where we shall be eating this evening," Daphne said.

"Cool beans," Hermione said.

"Cool…. Beans…." Daphne said.

"It is a muggle phrase that means awesome or great," Hermione replied.

"I would not use that term around mother," Daphne said.

"Thank you for the advice big sister," Hermione said.

"Big sister," Daphne said, eyeing Hermione.

"The Countess Greengrass did say that I was to be her daughter until the Gala, and if I am her daughter that makes you my sister," Hermione said.

"That…. Makes sense, but why am I the big sister," Daphne said.

"Because you are taller than me," Hermione replied.

"Well you are a little firstie," Daphne chuckled patting Hermione on the head.

"I'll have you know that I was first in potions, transfiguration and charms," Hermione said puffing out her chest.

"True, but I didn't have to repeat those classes," Daphne said with a smirk.

"Low blow sis, low blow," Hermione grumbled.

"The table is ready for you now," a maid said, opening the door.

"Thank you, Serena," Daphne said as they entered.

"Holy freaking amaze balls, your family dining room is a bloody banquet hall," Hermione said marveling at the dark wood and ornate gold inlay and ornamentation. The rich wood paired well with the gold and jewels adorning the room. "Blue diamonds those are perfect for water and ice magic, demantoid garnet is a super-duper healing amplifier, Padparadscha sapphires that would make the great fire of London look like a bloody campfire, black opal wow those are really creepy looking but like super bloody dangerous you do not play around with those freaking things, but so cool. Dude the Greengrass family is like super freaking loaded, no wonder you walk around like you own the place….."

A sharp crack echoed across the room. "Silence, we do not talk like mere commoners in this house."

"My apologies Lady Greengrass, my excitement got the better of me," Hermione said looking down at the floor to hide the smirk as Catherine cradled her hand.

"She used it," Daphne whispered watching the scene.

"It seems I will have my work cut out for me then, but I will turn you into a proper lady of society," Catherine said. "Now sit and we can discuss your summer plans over dinner."

"Of course, mother, I know I have much to learn, have my grades been forwarded to you," Hermione said heading for the table.

"Yes," Catherine said as dinner was served.

"Daphne, aside from History of Magic your marks were commendable, but might I ask why you were not the top student in your year?" Catherine said.

"Yes mother, Michael Corner a half blood Ravenclaw was the top student amongst the 3rd years. I beat him in Defense, Potions, Charms, and Transfiguration, but he was superior in theory of magic, flying, and history of magic. It was my report on the History of England that lost me the top spot, because I let my passions get the better of me. It is a mistake that will not happen again," Daphne said looking down at her plate.

"Look at me when I am talking to you," Catherine said.

"Yes mother," Daphne said, slowly moving her eyes to meet her mother's gaze.

"Let this be a lesson second daughter, a lady always looks at who she is talking to," Catherine said.

"Yes, always look people in the eye," Hermione said nodding her head before slurping up some soup.

"A lady does not slurp, now sit up and take your elbows off the table," Catherine said. "It seems the list continues to grow. Now for your grades," Catherine said.

"Yes," Hermione said following Catherine's directions.

"It is rather disappointing that you are taking remedial classes. A lady's mind is as important as her beauty, and your mind is clearly lacking. I would recommend that you be pulled from Hogwarts and taught by a governess until such time that you can return, but alas I only have a few weeks. The stigma of being with your peers is something that will follow you for quite some time," Catherine said.

"Lady Greengrass if I may," Hermione interjected.

"You may," Catherine said.

"I have already spoken to Professor McGonagall about the issue of my remedial classes and she informed me that I have until the end of next year to create a project that displays mastery of all my classes at Hogwarts," Hermione said.

"It seems you have initiative unlike the heir," Catherine said causing Daphne to hunch down.

"I would not go so far as to say that, Lady Greengrass," Hermione interjected. "I find Daphne to have the initiative when following her passions. While spending time with me last summer she took the time to learn how to rollerblade, master the basics of ballet, and found time to take drawing lessons."

"I care not for these frivolous muggle things," Catherine said.

"I would hardly call learning how to paint frivolous, as magical portraits are a high priced item desired by many families, and it would be a diversion from the stress of running the Greengrass estate," Hermione said as Daphne stared in shock.

"You have a rather smart mouth," Catherine said.

"I am my mother's daughter," Hermione stressed.

"And I do not like being talked down to by a mere child," Catherine said.

"While I am not yet a woman, 14 years 9 months is not a child, either," Hermione said as Daphne's fork clattered to the table.

"Come here girl," Catherine hissed pushing back from the table.

"Of course, Lady Greengrass," Hermione said.

"She's insane," Daphne whispered, unable to turn away from the sight of Catherine pulling Hermione over her knee and flipping up her dress. The sharp cracks echoed across the table as the blows reigned down stopping after the tenth.

"I trust you understand now," Catherine said.

"Yes, "mother"" Hermione said before slowly walking back to her seat whispering a single word to Daphne as she passed. "Weak."

"Now before I was rudely interrupted, I was surprised by your initiative and your rather extensive knowledge of gemstones. I had heard that you were dabbling in gem magic, but it seems to be more than that," Catherine said.

"Yes, it is something of an esoteric magical topic in Britain," Hermione said. "However, I would like to study up on Rune magic over the summer so that I am better prepared for the coming school year. If it pleases the countess, I could teach Daphne the basics of gem magic in exchange for learning rune-based magic."

"You would give away an advantage so freely," Catherine said.

"It is as you said Countess Greengrass, I am your daughter until the Gala, thus Daphne is my sister, and sisters help each other," Hermione said.

"That is as heartwarming as it is foolish," Catherine said. "However, I will allow it provided one thing."

"And that is," Hermione said.

"I have learned on good authority that your teacher Ria Juitiev is one of the best in the world when it comes to teaching the basics of magical figure skating. She has consistently turned down all of my inquires despite rather generous offers to train the heir of the Greengrass family. Should you arrange for her tutelage of you and the heir during your stay here I will allow you to study runes," Catherine said.

"I might be able to arrange that, but I think I should be provided a teacher as well," Hermione said.

"I shall arrange for one after confirmation of Ms. Juiteiv's acceptance," Catherine replied.

"Certainly, and I have your word that the tutor will be of equal quality to that of Ria Juitiev," Hermione said.

"Of course," Catherine said. "However, before we end there are two final matters to address."

"And those are," Hermione said.

"Your manners and your diet," Catherine said. "You are nearly 15 years of age and still lack the attributes of a woman. I will be placing you on a diet to help spur your development," Catherine said.

"How do I know that this diet of yours is not an excuse to fatten me up like a pork roast," Hermione said.

"Do you wish to be placed over my knee again child," Catherine growled.

"No, but it is a concern that I have. I am a competitive figure skater and intend to remain so for a long time," Hermione said.

"This diet will not impact you negatively, you have my word as Lady Greengrass," Catherine said.

"Thank you," Hermione said.

Break

"Ugh who could it be at this hour," Hermione groaned hearing a soft knock on her door that seemed to echo through the empty room.

"I'm coming," Hermione said, walking across the room and tugging on the massive door. "Daphne!" Hermione squeaked falling on her posterior.

"Can we talk," Daphne said pushing her way inside.

"Sure, what's up," Hermione said.

"What were you thinking, angering my mother like that? She is going to be on the warpath. Are you insane?" Daphne said.

"No, I am quite sane, but then again if I was insane would I know that I was insane," Hermione giggled.

"Quit it with the games, no one talks to mom like that and gets away with it," Daphne said. "The Lady Greengrass does not suffer insults."

Hermione stood silently looking at Daphne illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the open windows. "You know it's almost as if you actually care," Hermione smirked.

"I don't, I just don't want to lose the chance to learn from the best," Daphne huffed. "The silver and gold medalists at Lillehammer both recommended Ria and she has refused Mother's summons. Not to mention learning that little trick of yours," Daphne said.

"Sorry to break it to you sis, but my little trick is not the result of gem magic," Hermione said. "That is a Granger family secret and something that I do not hand out lightly."

"You have family magic," Daphne huffed.

"I did rediscover it, and the people most likely to claim it said that it was mine," Hermione said.

"Like I believe that," Daphne said, crossing her arms.

"Believe it or not that is up to you," Hermione said.

"Fine, but I still think you should apologize, and what is that hideous thing you are wearing," Daphne said looking over the oversized T-shirt and old shorts Hermione was wearing.

"The clothes I sleep in," Hermione said looking down at her shirt.

"Come on," Daphne said, pulling Hermione towards the closets. "Mother had the maids move some of my old stuff in here in case your muggle wardrobe was not up to snuff, and it appears she was correct."

"Hey, I like my clothes," Hermione said, stomping her foot.

"And I am sure they are fine for a muggle commoner, but a proper lady of peerage sleeps in a nightgown and not a pile of rags," Daphne said digging through the closet.

"It can't be all bad, since you didn't want to rip my outfit from the Olympics until after Pansy did," Hermione said, causing Daphne to freeze.

"Only because I didn't want to get your muggle cooties all over me," Daphne said, pulling out a simple light blue nightgown that shimmered in the moonlight.

"Then that wasn't a Voluspa hat I saw you wear during the last snowfall," Hermione said, taking the nightgown.

"I think you need new glasses," Daphne said.

"Meh," Hermione giggled, sticking her tongue out at Daphne as she changed. "Wow is this silk," she gasped, amazed by the light smooth texture of the fabric.

"Yes," Daphne replied. "How does it fit?"

"A little big," Hermione said.

"Good, you can use it for now," Daphne said.

"Thanks," Hermione said.

"Then have a good evening," Daphne said.

"I will and don't worry I will apologize," Hermione said.

"You know…." Daphne said pausing at the door.

"..." Hermione stood silent waiting to hear what Daphne might say only the words never came as the girl left.

Break

"Can I knock, they said I could come to them for anything, but it's late, I don't want to wake them," Astoria said as she paced up and down the hallway outside Emma and Dan's room. "I'm being stupid," Astoria said.

"No, you're a child, and that is perfectly acceptable," Emma said.

"Auntie," Astoria squeaked. "I um…."

"Can't sleep," Emma said. "Hermione used to do the same thing."

"Yeah," Astoria said, hanging her head.

"Well you can start by telling me what's wrong," Emma said.

"It's just that I'm afraid," Astoria said.

"Afraid of what," Emma said.

"That... no it's stupid," Astoria said pulling away.

"No, it's not and as your mom for the next few weeks it's my job to comfort my daughter. A job I wholeheartedly accept. Now what is troubling you honey," Emma said.

"That, I'll wake up tomorrow and be back at the Greengrass Manor," Astoria said.

"Silly girl, while it is true that you will be returning there, but not for a couple of weeks and trips to Liechtenstein and Monaco," Emma said.

"Right," Astoria said.

"Now why don't you come lay down with me, and I promise that I will be there in the morning, ok," Emma said tugging Astoria along.

"Thank you," Astoria said.

"Someone couldn't sleep," Dan said, rolling over to find Astoria nestled between him and wife.

"Yeah," Emma whispered.

Break

"A true lady rises with…." Catherine said, throwing open the doors to Hermione's room as the morning sun rose into the sky.

"Good morning mother," Hermione said standing at attention in a simple dark blue high waisted skirt, and white ruffled blouse with a red bow tied around the collar. "I humbly beg your forgiveness for my unacceptable behavior last night. I realise now that I am a rude mudblood barbarian, who could never hope to attain a mere sliver of the grace that you and your daughter possess, but you are what I aspire to be a noble lady worthy of respect. I am but your humble and eager student," Hermione said.

"So it seems you can be trained after all," Catherine said looking Hermione over. "Very well, you can begin by comparing yourself to the heir."

"Yes," Hermione said, skipping and tripping on the plush carpet.

Break

"Niugh, too early," Daphne groaned as the curtains were thrown back, sunlight flooding the room.

"Sermo," Catherine said, flicking her wand at her daughter.

"Yeaouch," Daphne squealed, bolting upright.

"Mother," a wide-eyed Daphne said.

"What are you doing lazing about when there is work to be done," Catherine growled.

"Right, I was just," Daphne said frantically, scrambling out of bed a sketch pad and pencils falling to the floor before Daphne joined them.

"It seems you are in need of some remedial training as well," Catherine said as Daphne rushed to her closet.

"Yes, mother," Daphne said, quickly changing into a simple white and black dress that imparted a subdued sense of elegance. Said elegance was tarnished slight by the stray lock of hair that stuck up from her head slightly curling at the tip.

"Wow, Daphne's so grown up and pretty like a real lady, do you think I could be like her one day, mother," Hermione said preempting Catherine.

"Perhaps," Catherine said.

Break

"You're getting really good at this Astoria," Emma said as they finished up a yoga video.

"You really think so," Astoria said.

"Yes," Emma said. "That was a mid-level tape and you held every position for the full time.

"Really," Astoria said.

"Yes," Emma said. "Would you like to take a walk around the block?"

"Yes, I'm not that tired yet," Astoria said.

"Great," Emma cheered.

"Will Mr….. " Astoria said as Emma gave her a look. "Dad, be joining us."

"Not today he is doing the preliminary visit for Millie," Emma said.

"Can you really help her," Astoria asked.

"Yes, while we might not have magic, that doesn't mean we can't work some magic in the dental chair," Emma said.

I'm glad, Millie is a nice girl," Astoria said as they headed outside.

"And so are you," Emma said, putting an arm around her as they walked.

"I'm nothing special," Astoria said.

"Yes, you are," Emma said.

"But….." Astoria said.

"No buts," Emma said. "Now who is this Marcus boy Hermione told me about?"

"Hermione told you that," Astoria squeaked.

"Yes, she said Victoria was exchanging letters with him," Emma giggled.

"I am, but it's….." Astoria said.

"If it's uncomfortable," Emma said.

"No nothing like that Marcus is a nice boy, it's just," Astoria said pausing. "That he asked me for help writing a letter to Victoria."

"So cute," Emma giggled. "Now what is he like."

"He's a Slytherin like me, and he's on the quidditch team. He is a nice boy, but the Flint family is…." Astoria said.

"That doesn't matter," Emma said.

"It doesn't," Astoria said.

"Nope, you're from the Greengrass family, which supported anti-muggle movements in the past and I couldn't care less about that. You are still the nice girl I've always known. You said Marcus was a nice boy so focus on that," Emma said.

"Ok," Astoria said. "But like how do I know what to say, Hermione helped me with the last one."

"Speak from the heart, and I can help you if you get stuck" Emma said.

"Thank you," Astoria said as they rounded the block coming back to the Granger home. "I'm gonna run ahead," Astoria said, taking off with a jog.

"That girl is going to kill me, or get rid of you," Emma said, hefting her belly before slowly transitioning to a plodding jog.

Break

Ria,

Why didn't you tell me that you were turning down offers from the so called Countess Catherine Greengrass. Thanks for that by the way, she is a real hundin, who I wouldn't wish on anyone. That being said, how do you feel about taking the woman for a ride. Due to a rather unique set of circumstances my mother and Mrs. Greengrass made a bet to see who was the better mother. So, I am stuck at Greengrass Manner for a while, while Astoria stays with my mother. As a result, she is trying to use me to get you to teach her daughter magical ice skating. Daphne's got some talent, so it won't be a waste of time, and well how do you feel about making 200 Florentines a day while living with all expenses paid at a swanky English manor, courtesy of the Greengrass family.

Your faithful student,

Hermione

"Hermione what did you get yourself into this time," Ria muttered looking at the letter again as she walked down the streets of Vaduz.

"Oh taking a woman for a ride, I'd much rather take you for a ride," a woman with flaming red hair said peeking over Ria's shoulder.

"Alexandra," Ria yelped, jumping back.

"What are you doing here," Ria said. "I thought you were on tour."

"We're on break," Alexandra said. "So what have you been up to? I saw that performance of yours at the Olympics. The looks on the crowd were priceless. Oh and it looks like you've grown," she said copping a feel of Ria's breasts."

"Alexandra," Ria hissed smacking her hands away.

"Awe you're no fun," Alexandra said.

"I've grown up Alexandra, I can't just do what I want all the time anymore," Ria said.

"Right you've got that Hermione girl as a student so you need to be all respectable and junk, no fun girl," Alexandra said.

"I am not a no fun girl, I just have responsibilities," Ria said. "Something you might realize if you had a student of your own."

"I'm not really the teaching type," Alexandra said. "Oh karaoke, you used to love karaoke."

"I'm kind of in the middle of something," Ria said.

"But it's lunch time, surely it's ok to grab some lunch, and you can write your reply while I sing. It will be the surge of inspiration you need to write your reply, and I'd hate to see such a lovely bust wither away from a lack of nourishment,"

"If I go to lunch with you, will you stop making a scene," Ria said.

"Of course," Alexandra smirked.

"Her voice is still amazing as always," Ria said as angelic tones filled the cafe soothing her growing headache. "But you wouldn't know it by looking at her," Ria said. Axelandra was a question, wrapped in an enigma, stuffed in a question. Tall with short fire red hair, and broad shoulders she was a site to behold, pretty like a girl, and handsome like a boy. It was those looks that made Ria blush even now, but it was that heavenly voice that first drew her in like a moth to a flame.

"So did that help," Alexandra said sitting down across from Ria.

"Yes, my headache is gone,"

"Great, see I told you," Alexandra said.

"A headache you caused," Ria groaned.

"Minor details," Alexandra said. "Oh you are popular these days. Magic on Ice wants you as a trainer and performer, multiple offers to teach, requests for interviews. Oh Emma Granger," Alexandra said.

"Alexandra," Ria hissed trying and failing to swipe the letter from her friend's hand.

Dear Ria,

If you haven't read Hermione's letter already, I suggest you take her offer. Not only would you benefit financially from it, you can also consider it a personal favor for me. And before you say anything Astoria is a lovely girl that I would like for you to meet some day soon. Thanks again for the polyjuice potion. Oh and if I could ask one last favor of you, do you know any singers that might be able to teach Astoria some music for a few weeks when we arrive in Lichtenstein in a few days?

Thank you,

Emma Granger

"No," Ria said as Alexandra finished reading the letter.

"I didn't say anything," Alexandra said.

"No, you are not teaching music lessons," Ria said, staring at her friend.

"Do you know anyone else who is an accomplished musician," Alexandra said. "And you've said it yourself that my voice is divine."

"No Alex," Ria said as Alexandra stood up.

"Sorry can't hear you," Alex said dancing away.

"Get back here," Ria yelled as Alexandra vanished into the crowd.

Dear Mrs. Granger,

I am a good friend of Ria's and my name is Alexandra Klein and I would be honored to teach Astoria Greengrass, music. I was the lead singer of ZAFT, a rather well known punk band for a time. I have also performed at the Royal Opera house for a time. Your daughter flourished under Ria tutelage and I believe I can do the same.

I look forward to meeting you and Astoria in the future,

Alexandra Klein

Break

"That's it, yes, good," the instructor said as Hermione and Daphne worked through a series of slow dance moves dancing in unison.

"Now allegro," the instructor said. Hermione leapt into action with a leap that took her a good distance across the ballroom.

"How," Daphne muttered as her leap was not quite as far, but she made up for it with fast movements to catch up.

"Good recovery Daphne, but Hermione considers the others, you to dance in unison for this.

"Right," Hermione said, slowing down slightly to match Daphne as the practice continued catching a reflection of Catherine entering the room as they continued.

"And Jete," the instruction said as the girls leapt into the air. Hermione leaping not quite

"Hermione you need to be like Daphne, leap higher, sore like a bird, and your flexibility needs work," the instructor said.

"Daphne good work, but… no Hermione en pointe, en pointe," the instructor said.

"Sorry," Hermione said, falling out of step with Hermione.

"Stop," the instructor said, clapping her hands.

Hermione made a show of collapsing to the floor in a heap, as Daphne slowly fell to her knees. "Tired."

"Yes, it has been a long lesson," the instructor said.

"They can do more," Catherine said.

"Perhaps, but I would rather they not make mistakes while they are tired and learn bad habits," the instructor said.

"That is acceptable," Catherine said. "Who is the superior dancer?"

"That is a difficult question to answer Lady Greengrass," the instructor said.

"Mother," Hermione said slowly, sitting up her chest heaving. "My elder sister is by far the superior dancer. I feel honored to simply have the chance to practice with her."

"Is this true," Catherine said, turning towards the instructor.

"Yes, while Hermione has an abundance of energy, she lacks the focus and poise exhibited by Daphne. If I had to recommend one I would say Daphne," the instructor said.

"Very well, and thank you for your candor," Catherine said. "Daphne you may have the afternoon off."

"Thank you mother," Daphne said.

"Hermione, you will clean up and come to my study with the dress Mina has laid out for you. It is time you learned some manners," Catherine said before walking out.

After Catherine was safely gone, Hermione put her hands behind her head quickly rolling up onto them before springing upward to land on her feet.

"What, how, I thought you were exhausted," Daphne gasped.

"I am tired if that's what you mean," Hermione said.

"How about some stretching so you don't stiffen up," Hermione said.

"Fine, anything you can do I can do," Daphne said, placing her hands behind her head like Hermiione before trying to replicate the maneuver. She didn't quite get enough power from her arms and her feet slipped sending her crashing to the floor in a spasm. Breathing heavy she could only stare at the ceiling before Hermione's face blocked her view.

"Here," Hermione said, offering Daphne her hand.

"I'm fine," Daphne growled, knocking the hand away only to stumble on the floor as she stood.

"Of course, you are," Hermione said, catching her. "That doesn't mean you can't accept help from a friend."

"We are not friends," Daphne said.

"No we are sisters," Hermione replied.

"Only because of this little bet," Daphne said, yanking away from Hermione.

"Perhaps, but the situation is what it is," Hermione said. "So stretching," she said walking to the barre.

"Yes," Daphne replied, joining her.

"You want to play a game as we stretch," Hermione said.

"Afraid I'm more flexible than you," Daphne said, placing her leg on the barre and leaning forward until her head touched her knee.

"No, and does everything have to be a competition," Hermione said, reaching up as she swung her leg back grabbing her foot behind her head. She held the position for a few seconds before losing her balance and grabbed the barre before falling over.

"No," Daphne said breaking a slight smile watching Hermione struggle a bit.

"So how about it then," Hermione said. "Or is having fun not allowed in the Greengrass manor."

"The manor has plenty of fun, in fact I am having Tracy and Pansy over later this week so that we can all work on our summer homework," Daphne said. "Now what is this game of yours?"

"Twenty Questions," Hermione said.

"That does not sound like much of a game," Daphne said.

"But it is one we can do while stretching, the rules are we alternate asking questions until we reach 20 and the only answers that are allowed are yes, no, and maybe, the goal is to discover as much as possible about the other person as possible. It's more of a get to know you game, so there are no winners or losers," Hermione said.

"And why would I want to get to know you," Daphne said.

"I might reveal my innermost secrets allowing you to finally destroy me," Hermione said.

"Foolish," Daphne smirked. "But I shall play. What is it that you are most afraid of?"

"Direct and to the point, but remember it has to be questions that can only be answered with a yes or no question, now I could dock you question, but I'll let you go again." Hermione said, making Daphne blush.

"Fine," Daphne said, trying to hide her embarrassment as she turned away for a stretch. "Can you really perform magic using magical charged gemstones," Daphne asked.

"Yes," Hermione said.

"Do you like to play Grail Wars," Hermione asked.

"Yes," Daphne said.

"Do you really have a sister," Daphne said.

"Yes," Hermione replied.

"Do you enjoy painting, and the visual arts," Hermione asked.

"Yes," Daphne said.

"Is your sister attending a magical school," Daphne said.

"Yes," Hermione said.

"Do you enjoy ballet," Hermione asked.

"Maybe," Daphne replied.

"I've heard a rumor that Perenelle Flamel is your magical guardian, Is the rumor true," Daphne asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Flamel is my magical guardian," Hermione said.

"Are the rumors about the philosopher's stone being in the Castle during our second year true," Daphne asked.

"To the best of my knowledge yes it was there," Hermione said.

"How is that an answer," Daphne said.

"Daphne I am but a mere novice when it comes to gem magic, I know the philosopher's stone takes the shape of a gem, but I wouldn't be able to tell it apart from a large ruby," Hermione said.

"Fine," Daphne huffed.

"Do you like your sister," Hermione asked.

"Yes, she might be an annoying little turd sometimes, but she is my sister," Daphne said.

"Do you love your sister," Daphne asked.

"Yes, I might not see her very often, but I love her all the same. I would do anything for my family," Hermione said.

"That is the first thing you've said that I can agree with," Daphne said.

"It's a miracle, I never thought I would see the day that the great Daphne Greengrass would agree with me on something," Hermione chuckled.

"Stranger things have happened," Daphne said.

"Hehehehe, will wonders never stop, you actually have a sense of humor," Hermione chuckled.

"Hey I am funny," Daphne said.

"I know…." Hermione said, smirking.

"That's not what I meant," Daphne snapped.

"I know," Hermione said. "Do you feel a pressure to succeed," Hermione asked.

"Yes," Daphne said.

"Do you feel embarrassed to not be in all 4th year classes?" Daphne asked.

"No, I was where I needed to be. If I needed more time to master the basics so be it," Hermione said.

"Do you get nervous talking in front of large groups of people," Hermione asked.

"Sometimes….." Daphne said softly.

"I do too sometimes," Hermione said, placing a hand on Daphne's shoulder.

"Do you want to try some partner stretches," Daphne said.

"Yes," Hermione said.

"That doesn't count," Daphne said quickly.

"Everyone gets one, even you sis, and you used your one," Hermione said as they moved into partner stretches.

"Do you have friends," Hermione said.

"What kind of question is that, of course I do, just who do you think Pansy and Tracy are?" Daphne snapped. "Is Ronald Weasley's story of what happened at the end of last year correct," Daphne asked as Hermione pulled her forward.

"No," Hermione said.

"Stop," Daphne said, wincing a little.

"Come on hold it a little longer, you can do it, Daphne," Hermione said.

"Did you really go down there to save Millie," Daphne hissed as Hermione held her in the stretch sighing with relief when she left her go.

"Yes, she is my dear friend, and I would do anything for my friends," Hermione said.

"Why, she's nothing special?" Daphne asked.

"That is not a yes or no question but I will answer it. Millie is a dear friend who stuck with me when I was at my worst regardless of what it meant for herself. How can I not do the same and still call her my friend," Hermione said.

"That's crazy, her family is nothing special and has nothing special," Daphne said.

"Do you have a close friend who would do anything for you," Hermione asked.

"Yes," Daphne said quickly. "Do you think you are better than me?"

"No, I don't think I am better than anyone. Everyone is different, we all have our own strengths and weaknesses," Hermione said.

"Are you worried about living up to your mother's expectations," Hermione asked as silence fell over the room.

"..." A look fell over Daphne's face as she let go turning away from Hermione. In that brief moment she could see the concern on her face and the fear in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, that was a little too personal. I know you will give it your all," Hermione said. "Last question, are you happy," Hermione said.

"... I think perhaps you are overstepping again," Daphne said. "But I will answer," Daphne said.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Hermione said as Daphne looked away. "Hey how about you answer that one another day and instead would you like to play Grail Wars some time," Hermione said as Daphne stood up.

"Yes," Daphne said perking up. "I've got the best team, the original seven including Saber Artoria. Beat that."

"Impressive, but my team is no slouch either. I've got Ilya, Sitonia, Nightingale, Voyager, Hessian Lobo, Atalanta, and the Arthur Prototype," Hermione said.

"That is an interesting group," Daphne said.

"True, but I make it work," Hermione said.

Chapter 34.5- Strength and Weakness

June 1994

"You have power over your mind – not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength." Marcus Aurelius

Dear Victoria

I hope your summer is going well. Mine has been really busy as I am playing in a quidditch summer league. Don't worry I am doing my summer homework, I do not want to be another Crabbe or Goyle. Sorry I do not know who defeated the basilisk, but one of the rumors is that your sister was somehow involved. Frankly, I am inclined to believe it, because Ronald Weasley couldn't hex his way out of a paper bag, and personally I think he is a bit of a braggart. Some of the Hufflepuffs call him the Gryffindor Draco. Speaking of quidditch, I don't know if I told you yet or not, but the summer league I'm playing in, is sending a team to the Monaco Summer Sports Fest. I'm not sure if I will make the cut, but I will give it my all. Are you going to be singing at the festival, because Hermione said you are really good, and your voice is really pretty. No I haven't tried her food yet, but I want to because everyone in Syltherin who has had it says it's really good. I dunno what class I will take, i haven't really thought about it much. Well I have to run for practice. Hope you are doing well.

Your Friend,

Marcus Flint

Break

"Oh, Professor Dumbledore, what a pleasant surprise," a shocked Emma said as she opened the door.

"Might I come inside Ms. Granger," the colorfully dressed man said.

"Might I ask what your business is here today," Emma said.

"I was hoping to speak to your daughter Victoria," Dumbledore said.

"And what business do you have with Victoria," Emma said loudly as Dan put down a suitcase and headed directly upstairs.

"Astoria," Dan whispered walking into her room.

"I'm ready to go," Astoria said.

"I can see that," Dan said. "Now don't worry but Dumbledore is downstairs asking for "Victoria" think you can put on a little performance," Dan said, handing her a vial.

"Is this what I think it is," Astoria said.

"Yes," Dan said. "Drink up."

"Ok, and I'll be right down," Astoria said before downing the potion.

"I simply wish to inquire into her education," Dumbledore said.

"Her health concerns dictate home schooling and she has attended a school on the continent when her health allows it," Emma said.

"And yet…." Dumbledore pressed.

"Those are private family matters that are none of your concern," Emma said.

"Mother, is there a problem, father said that Professor Dumbledore wished to speak to me," Victoria said.

Emma's heart soared at the sound of Victoria calling her mom. Some of the tears and heartache etched into her soul from years of fertility problems, beginning to heal. "That is what I have been trying to determine," Emma said, turning to face her daughter. This time Victoria was in a white mini dress with blue accents and detached sleeves, and a white half cape.

"Ah so this is the mysterious twin sister of Hermione," Dumbledore said. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"I am sorry for showing up at your school unannounced like that, but I just had to see my sister after her stunning performance at the Olympics. I would have attended myself, but I am not as resilient against the cold as my twin," Victoria said standing next to Emma.

"Might I ask where you are attending school," Dumbledore said.

Victoria paused feeling a slight squeeze as Emma held her hand.

"I could," Victoria began. "But that is a secret," Victoria winked.

"Miss Granger I insist." Dumbledore pressed.

"Insist what," Dan said, taking Victoria's other hand.

"As far as I know magical homeschooling is a viable option for students, Professor," Victoria said.

"That is correct, but I am curious as to why your name did not appear on the Hogwarts registry," Dumbledore asked, stroking his beard.

"I think you already know the answer to that question professor," Victoria said.

"And yet your twin sister,' Dumbledore said.

"Fraternal twin, Professor," Emma said.

"Fraternal twin, I am afraid I am not familiar with that term," Dumbledore said.

"Essentially a sister born at the same time," Dan said.

"So, twins," Dumbledore said.

"True, but no more related to each other than say the Greengrass sisters," Emma said.

"I see, I was unaware of such an occurrence. Most twins in the magical world are identical and share a link," Dumbledore said.

"As I tell my daughters you learn something new everyday," Emma said.

"Yes, as an educator I completely agree," Dumbledore said. "And that is part of the reason I came here today."

"Oh…" the Grangers said.

"Yes, starting during the 4th year the students are allowed to visit Hogsmeade village at certain times during the year and I thought it might be a nice chance for Victoria to be able to visit with her sister during those weekends," Dumbledore said.

"Thank you, professor, we will certainly consider it, but my daughter's health comes first," Emma said.

"Now if you excuse us we were about to leave for a trip," Dan said.

"Might I ask where you are traveling," Dumbledore asked.

"Again, I wonder why a school headmaster is concerned with a family's summer vacation. Good day Professor," Emma said closing the door.

No sooner than the door closed Victoria sunk to her knees. "That was intense," Victoria said.

"And yet you handled it so well," Emma said.

"Really," Victoria said, her eyes lighting up.

"Yes, I didn't know home schooling was an option," Dan said.

"Yes, some pureblood families will hire governesses to teach their children," Victoria said.

"But what did you mean when you said that Dumbledore knew why you didn't appear on the Hogwarts Registry," Emma asked.

"Hogwarts is not the only magical school, it is simply the biggest and the best in the country. As such there is a magical cut off. If you are not powerful enough, then you won't appear on the list," Astoria said.

"How do you know that," Emma asked.

"Catherine was worried I might not receive a Hogwarts letter," Victoria said.

Dan and Emma said nothing at Victoria's choice of wording.

"Father, I thought we were leaving for Lichtenstein tomorrow after the Hogwarts PTA meeting," Victoria asked.

"Yes, but the Headmaster doesn't need to know that," Dan chuckled.

"Hehehehe," Victoria giggled. "Mother may I ask you a question?"

"Of course," Emma said.

"Are you going to wear that to the PTA meeting," Victoria asked.

"Yes, why, is there something wrong with what I am wearing," Emma said.

"No, it's just that the PTA is less about being an actual PTA and more like a party, where appearances matter," Victoria said.

"How do you know all this," Dan asked.

"Lady Greengrass, has a propensity to talk at times," Victoria said.

"Then how about you pick out my clothes while I take a shower," Emma said.

"Ok," Victoria said, racing upstairs in a blue flash.

Break

"I don't know how I missed it last time," Emma said as they walked up to the Whitehall Banquet house.

"Well in our defense it wasn't at the White Hall Banquet Hall last time," Dan said.

"After what happened this past year, they had to find a location that was more accessible to the parents of first-generation witches and wizards," Alex said walking over.

"Alex," Dan said.

"Thanks again for helping Millicent," Alex said.

"No problem, and thanks for having Millicent watch over Astoria tonight," Dan said.

"It's no trouble, and it does me good to see that Millie has true friends," Alex said.

"Agreed, Astoria is a good girl," Dan said. "I do have to wonder where our wives are?"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Maggie said hugging Emma. "You are a miracle worker; I was sure Millie was going to have permanent damage from all that! Emma? Emma where did you go?" Maggie asked looking around.

"Can't breathe," Emma groaned.

"Emma," Maggie said, looking down at the light brown mop sticking out from her chest. Emma!" Maggie squeaked as her friend put her hands on Maggie's stomach pressing away as her head came out with a pop.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Maggie said.

"No problem," Emma said. "But more importantly,"

"Yes…" Maggie said nervously.

"You've lost weight," Emma said with a smile.

"Well maybe a little," Maggie said softly.

"Congratulations," Emma said.

"And you've gotten taller," Maggie said.

"Oh, come on, not you too, I'm just wearing heels," Emma said pointing to her heeled boots.

"Well you look good," Maggie said.

"Thanks Victoria picked it out for me," Emma said, doing a little spin to show off her clothes, a simple dark blue skirt that fell to just below her knees, a billowing long sleeve blouse slightly lighter in color than her skirt. Heeled leather boots, a cute hat, and thin framed glasses completed the look. "I like your dress too."

"Someone is trying to make a statement," Emma muttered as they entered. The opulence of the ballroom was almost overwhelming, but expected. What was not expected was the almost obscene display of wealth by the pureblood families. The men were all in expensive suits, with a few even in tuxedo's with expensive watches on display as they mingled holding their noses up at the more reasonably dressed members of the crowd. The wives were even worse, many were in expensive gowns adorned with some wearing so many jewels it was a miracle they could stand let alone walk. Some were slightly more reasonable with fancy cocktail dresses and fewer jewels.

"Is that Evangeline Tuttle," Maggie whispered into Emma's ear.

"Who is that," Emma said.

"The woman you turned into a maid last year," Maggie said.

"Oh her," Emma said, spotting her. "She's not wearing an evening gown like she did last year."

"Probably because she doesn't want to ruin it, if you blast her again," Maggie giggled.

"I didn't blast anyone," Emma said.

"No, you just smashed her magic back at her," Maggie said.

"It was in self-defense," Emma shrugged.

"I'll be right back, apparently Gwendoline provided the food for tonight, and I want to see how it measures up to mine," Maggie said.

"Go have fun," Emma said as a happier more confident Maggie went to sample the food.

"Excuse me," a woman with salt and pepper hair said, approaching Emma.

"Can I help you," Emma said.

"I just wanted to thank you," the woman said.

"For what Mrs…." Emma replied.

"Oh sorry, I am Amy Clearwater," the woman said.

"Your Penelope's mother. Hermione really appreciates what Penelope has done for her," Emma said.

"That is nothing compared to saving my daughter's life. She was…" Amy said.

"But she wasn't, and Hermione said she made a full recovery," Emma said hugging Amy.

"Thanks to your friend Anna, otherwise we might still be waiting on the restorative potion," Amy said.

"Yes, Anna is sort of an expert on those sorts of things," Emma said. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more, but alas I do not have the gift of magic." Emma said as a couple approached.

"Don't sell yourself short," the man said. "We're Mr. and Mrs. Creevey."

"According to our son, your daughter helped to save the school, and you brought in help to revive the students as soon as you heard what had happened. We can't thank you enough," Mrs. Creevey said.

"It wasn't much," Emma said.

"I beg to differ," another mother said, joining the slowly growing group. "You and your daughter did more to end the problem than anyone at the school."

"Really it was Anna Matou, and my daughter that did all the work," Emma said.

"But you brought them to the school," several more muggle parents said.

"It was all I could do to stay sane after hearing that my daughter was petrified, and I couldn't even go see her. I didn't know if she was dead or alive," the woman said tears building up in her eyes.

"Don't cry, everything is alright, and your daughter is happy and healthy back home with her mother," Emma said, pulling the woman into a hug.

"I felt the same way about my son," a father said.

"I feel your pain, I was ready to call some of my old military buddies, when I heard," Dan said.

"I dunno what the military could have done, better than your daughter did. Rumor has it she blew a hole in the wall, to go after the bloody beast," several parents murmured.

"She takes after her mother in that regard," Dan chuckled. "Restraint can be something of a dirty word with them, once you get them going."

"But my Ronald said that he," a woman with wild red hair said.

"Molly, my daughter was there," Maggie said.

"As was my grandson," Augusta said.

"I will be speaking to Ronald," Molly said holding her tongue.

"Wasn't it…." a couple of people began to murmur.

"Yes, Ginny Weasley was possessed by a book that made her do terrible things, but she was just as much a victim as everyone else," Emma said, shutting the discussion down.

"But…." everyone except Maggie said.

"No but's, my daughter said that it wasn't Ginny's fault," Emma said. "I'm sorry for what happened and if there is anything I can do," Emma said, giving Molly a hug.

"Thank you, and Ginny is doing much better," Molly said.

"Are you going to have her see a mind healer, it's doing wonders for Millie," Maggie whispered into her ear.

"No, Headmaster Dumbledore said that she is perfectly fine," Molly said.

"Really, I'm surprised she's even letting your daughters back into the school," Evangeline Tuttle said walking over to them.

"And why is that," Emma said.

"Because they were the ones responsible for releasing the beast in the first place, which your daughter compounded on by going after the beast. Blowing up a bathroom, shaking the castle down to it's foundation, and scaring all of the students. My Liz is now terrified of earthquakes thanks to you," Evangeline said stepping forward as Emma stepped back.

"Well I…" Emma stammered as she felt a cold round metallic object touching her back. "Am sorry that your daughter was so traumatized by the event," Emma said. "But buildings can be repaired, lost children cannot."

"And do you think I am going to accept that," Evangeline said drawing her wand.

"I had my hopes, since my daughter said Liz rather enjoyed the new maid cafe club that was started this year," Emma said.

"A club your daughter is a part of," Evangeline said pointing her wand at Emma. "Perhaps you would like to join her."

"I really don't," Emma said looking around.

"No shiny trays to save you this time I made sure of that," Evangeline said. "Now enjoy being a waitress for the evening," she laughed firing off a spell.

Emma smirked as the spell left Evangeline's wand pulling out the shiny platinum coated saute pan from behind her back.

"Oh shit," Evangeline cried out trying to dive out of the way as Emma swung the pan like a bat, the spell making solid contact with the spell before reflecting it back at her. She might have made it if it wasn't for her heel snapping off, sending her to the floor and right into the path of the reflected spell.

"Sorry," Emma said softly, trying to shrink away as Evangeline's expensive evening dress turned into a German inspired waitress outfit complete with a dirndl, and Evangeline's long blond hair pulled back into pigtails.

"What!" Evangeline squeaked. "Not again!" she said, pulling at her clothes. "And this wasn't even what I wanted."

"I dunno I was just thinking that if I had to be one I would wear a dirndl, because the corset would help a little," Emma muttered as a silent Evangeline tried to slip away unnoticed.

"Honestly can you go anywhere and not make a scene," Catherine said strutting into the middle of the group, perfectly balanced on her heels glaring down at Emma.

"I wasn't doing anything," Emma said, stepping back slightly as Catherine glared at her.

"So why are you holding a pan," Catherine said, lifting a hand to her chin. "Oh I get it now you were asked to help out because so many muggle parents decided to come. How lovely," she laughed.

"Before we were so rudely interrupted, we were discussing the events of the past year, Catherine," Maggie stated.

"Whatever for," Catherine said.

"You don't think a basilisk targeting students at the school is something to worry about," Emma said.

"No," Catherine said.

"What," multiple parents gasped.

"Why should I worry about the common riffraff, and muggle born students who should not even be attending," Catherine said.

Emma cracked a slight smile and Maggie couldn't help but break out into a fit of giggles as the parents of the other muggleborns looked around confused while a few purebloods gasped. "And yet you took my daughter in to raise as your own for 7 weeks. A girl by your own admission was what did you call her, a useless mudblood. So which is it, is she part of the common riffraff or is she one of the worthy ones," Emma said standing tall as Catherine shift her weight on the back of her heels. Even with her heels she is still nowhere near Catherine's height, and yet some parents would tell their children how tall Emma seemed in that moment. "How is Hermione by the way? I was hoping to pull you aside and ask, but now seems like a good time. I do miss her dearly, but I will see her soon, and I hear she is working with Daphne on a lovely performance for the Summer Festival."

"It has taken some work on my part, to reign in your daughter's atrocious manners, but she has proven to be an eager if untalented student," Catherine said.

"I wouldn't call a girl who helped save my daughter and kill a basilisk untalented," Molly Weasley said.

"I doubt I would call a penchant for destruction a talent, your daughter struggles with basic wand work, but she has proven capable with rune magic and magical gems," Catherine forced out. "The ballet lessons have worked to reign in her klutziness."

"That's lovely thank you," Emma said. "She had been talking about taking up ballet to help her ice skating."

"I see," Catherine said.

"So, is Hermione worthy of your respect?" Emma asked.

Catherine narrowed her eyes looking right at Emma. "Perhaps…Daphne could use a lady in waiting, her talents would be better used in service of a noble family rather than on her frivolous pursuits and adolescent ambitions."

"I see," Emma said, narrowing her eyes at Catherine. "Now is there anything you would like to ask me," Emma said.

"And what further business would I have with you," Catherine said stepping forward.

"Your daughter, Astoria," Emma said. "She has been having a lot of fun learning how to play the piano."

"My concern is with the heir of the Greengrass family," Catherine said. "Astoria has yet to prove herself worthy of my time." She said before leaving.

"Emma, that was amazing," Maggie said.

"The nerve of that woman, how dare she say that Astoria is not worthy of her time. What does that woman think, that Astoria is her spare. The nerve of that woman, Astoria is a lovely girl who is thriving with a little TLC," Emma growled balling her fists.

"Sadly, that is the case with some of the more "pureblood" families," Augusta said.

"Argh, stupid idiotic, mean spirited, lousy," Emma growled.

"Emma dear, it seems like Professor Dumbledore is about to speak," Dan said gently, taking the pan from Emma's hand and giving it back to Maggie.

"I wasn't going to throw it at her," Emma said. "At least until she turned around," she whispered.

"Thank you for allowing me to speak tonight," Dumbledore said taking the stage. "I do realize that there are many of you who are concerned about the safety of the students. And let me reiterate that the school is completely safe. Anna Matou head of the Greek Hitwizard Corp, and Mrs. Flamel herself thoroughly examined the school and determined it is structurally sound and safe for the students to return. I have also been in touch with the ministry and we are working on plans to safeguard the school should any future event occur," Dumbledore explained.

"Frankly, I'd feel safe if Mrs. Granger would be consulted for that," several muggleborn parents whispered as Dumbledore continued.

"My daughter saw Anna use her eyes to depetrify the students," another one said.

"And I heard Mrs. Flamel doesn't play games," a third said.

"Emma, you might not have magic, but you are having an impact," Augusta said to herself.

Break

"I wonder could I use a spin to change direction faster," Daphne muttered as Ria worked with Hermione on jumps. Pushing off with one foot she glides lacrosse the ice for several feet before entering a quick spring before pushing off again repeating the process carving an equilateral triangle in the ice. "Ice skating is fun, but it's nothing like drawing or painting," Daphne muttered as the magical triangle activated.

"Eep!" Daphne squeaked, falling onto her but as a small pyramid of ice rose out of the ice.

"Daphne…." Ria exclaimed racing over.

"I'm sorry I was just practicing figures and wanted to try a triangle, and then it just exploded out of the ice," Daphne exclaimed.

"That was amazing," Ria said.

"Your ice is so clear it's like glass," Hermione said examining the ice.

"Really," Daphne said looking up at Ria.

"Yes," Ria said, ruffling Daphne's hair, a stray lock of blond hair poking up.

"Hey look at the rainbow," Hermione said pointing at the Rainbow on the ice as the light exited the pyramid. "So cool," Hermione said as Daphne smiled slightly.

Break

"Wow that is a lot of silverware," Hermione said as they entered the main dining hall for an etiquette lesson.

"This is the table setting for a full course meal," Daphne replied.

"So there is a set for each meal," Hermione said.

"Yes," Daphne replied.

"That's dumb, why I can't I just reuse my fork for each one," Hermione said.

"... I never thought of that before," Daphne said.

"Then you would be dead," the governess said.

"What… really, but I've reused my fork tons of time for salad, dinner, and desert…. Is that why I'm so shrimpy," Hermione said looking up at Daphne.

"No," the governess snapped. "Even when wiped with a napkin, which is incredibly rude, some food particles will remain, which means any potion the food was doused with will remain, and a multiple part poison could be activated over the course of multiple meals."

"Seriously," Hermione gasped.

"Yes, now sit down," the governess snapped. "Daphne sit up, Hermione, what are you a slug? Stop slouching."

"This woman is a slave driver," Hermione grumbled under her breath as they walked through how to sit, eat, and even talk.

"Yes, she is very exacting," Daphne said as they stood at attention with books balanced on their heads with tea cups placed on top of them.

"Did I say you could talk," the woman snapped.

"No, ma'am," Hermione and Daphne replied.

"Now walk," she said.

"Don't slip, don't wobble," Daphne said, beads of sweat beginning to form as she slowly walked across the hall with purpose placing one foot in front of the other. Her longer strides letting her pull away from Hermione.

"She's going to fall," Hermione whispered as she saw Daphne begin to tremble in delicate balanced heels. The tea in the cup began sloshing rising closer to the lip of the cup. The site of Miss Perfect Prissy Pants falling to the floor covered in tea did cross her mind, and bring a smile to her lips, but the thought of what would come next made her frown. "How do you walk in these things," Hermione said loudly as she rushed to catch up to Daphne. "Stupid lady stilts…." Hermione called out. "Oh no, gonna fall…," Hermione said just as Daphne began to stumble, slamming into her taking both to the ground in a crash tea drenching Hermione.

"You really are a klutzy runt," Daphne groaned.

"And you are Miss perfect prissy pants," Hermione said looking down at her. "But are you ok?"

"I am ok," Daphne said.

"Honestly where did you learn to walk," the governess said.

"And here I thought you were making progress," Catherine said.

"Mother I," Daphne exclaimed, shoving Hermione off her and leaping to her feet.

"Mother, please do not punish Daphne for my mistake. I know that I am an uncoordinated commoner, but I really do want to do better. And I am sorry for staining this lovely outfit," Hermione said, hanging her head. If it wasn't for me Daphne would not have fallen."

"Daphne is this true," Catherine said.

"I….." Daphne said looking at Hermione and then back to her mother.

"I am waiting for an answer, daughter," Catherine said.

Daphne stood frozen, eyes darting between her mother, and Hermione who looked surprisingly relaxed and calm. "Yes, while Hermione has improved she is still something of a klutz when wearing heels."

"Come here," Catherine said, pulling over a chair.

"Yes, mother," Hermione said.

"This is for your uncoordinated, graceless behavior," Catherine said, putting Hermione over her knee, flipping up her skirt and removing her underwear to strike a bare bottom. Catherine's switch landed ten times each strike creating a sharp crack that made Daphne flinch looking away as the punishment continued. "And this is for ruining your clothes," she said, landing an additional ten blows. "Now what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Thank you for teaching me that I am a clumsy oaf, and providing the necessary incentive to improve my behavior mother," Hermione said.

"See that you do. I do not tolerate failure for long, daughter," Catherine said before marching out.

"How…." Daphne muttered watching Hermione stand there with a smile on her face seemingly none the worse the wear for the actions.

"That one actually stung a little," Hermione giggled as Daphne could only look on in shock.

Break

"How are you feeling today," Daphne asked as they waited for their runes instructor to arrive.

"Great, why…." Hermione replied.

"Well um… you know….." Daphne stammered.

"Know what," Hermione said.

"The um… use of a negative behavioral adjustment plan," Daphne said.

"Oh the spanking," Hermione said.

"Yes," Daphne said. "How….." she said softly a stray lock of blond hair poking up from her head.

"Compared to your mother, you hit harder," Hermione said as the instructor arrived.

"But…" Daphne whispered.

"So you wish to learn the art of Ancient Runes," the man said.

"Yes," Hermione and Daphne said.

"Excellent," the man said.

"Now what do you know of Runes," the man asked.

"They were the alphabet of Germanic and Scandinavian people's before the advent of the Latin language," Hermione said.

"They can also be made into runic descriptions or designs," Daphne said.

"Excellent," the man said. "And what are the three main runic alphabets? Take a minute and discuss with each other."

"Elder Futhark are Germanic runes I use in figure skating," Hermione said.

"The runestones that anchor the wards of the manor are written in Anglo-Saxon runes," Daphne said.

"So what's the third," Hermione and Daphne said, reaching for a book.

"No books, just yet," the man said. "I will say that you have both seen the third rune language."

"We have," Daphne and Hermione said looking at each other.

"Yes, and it made quite the splash to, from what I understand," the man said.

"It did," Hermione said.

"Give up," the man said.

"Wait….." Daphne said as a memory came into her mind. Slowly turning to face Hermione her blue wavering as the memory replayed itself in her mind. "That outfit… I know Voluspa made it…. But what was the inspiration for it….."

"Which one…." Hermione asked.

"... That one….. You know… the one from that night…." Daphne said looking away.

"Oh….." Hermione gasped. "It was to honor the Sami people, so Northern Scandinavia."

"Excellently done ladies, although Scandinavian runes are often called the Younger Futhark," the man said. "While you can cast rune-based magic, we will be focusing on learning how to read the runes first."

Break

"I know they might look the same," Hermione said, laying out a number of different gems on the table.

"Yes, that one is a diamond and that is cubic zirconia," Daphne said pointing to two of them.

"True, but the quality of the individual stones matters as well," Hermione said. "Trash gems are low quality stones that might look fine for jewelry, but their imperfections limit their ability to channel and retain magic," Hermione said.

"Then why use them," Daphne asked.

"Because they are perfect for practice, and are good for spells that will destroy the gem," Hermione said.

"From what you said in the dining hall the color affects the magic?" Daphne asked.

Hermione smiled, which made Daphne crack a smile that lone lock of blond hair starting to pop up.

"Any gem can be used for any spell, but they will be less effective," Hermione said, pulling out a color wheel.

White- creation

Black- chaos

Red- fire

Blue- water

Yellow- Earth

Air- clear

Plants- Green

Ice- light blue

"What about the other colors, like orange, brown, pink, purple and the shades in between," Daphne asked.

"Well…." Hermione said.

"You don't know do you," Daphne smirked.

"No, but that is what makes it fun, we can find out together," Hermione said.

"Aren't you worried I'll steal your secrets and use them against you," Daphne said.

"No, you're my sister and sisters can't hurt each other," Hermione said. "No, now do you want to do some experiments."

"Ok," Daphne said.

Break

Sleep was not coming easy to Daphne as of late despite the punishing schedule she was keeping with Hermione. The etiquette lessons, ballet instructions, and figure skating practice plus her magical practice left her physically and mentally drained. And her dreams, no nightmares left her no respite. "Why…. No…. I didn't mean it like that… she's a nice girl….. I'm not like my mother… Stop…." Daphne screamed, bolting upright her room bathed in starlight.

"That dream again," Daphne muttered, pushing the sweat soaked hair out of her face. "What's done is done, why does it haunt me. I'm the heiress of the Greengrass Family. I need to uphold the family name," Daphne said, throwing the covers off and walking to an easel set next to the window. A half-painted landscape on the canvas. A beautiful, but desolate garden under a starry sky. Careful picking up the brush Daphne began to paint adding a cold imposing manor to the image, a lone girl standing in the large windows looking outward. "Did I really help the family or anyone by doing that," Daphne muttered as she put down the brush looking at her work.

Break

"Who could that be," Hermione said, roused from her slumber by a light knocking on the door.

"Are you awake," Daphne softly called out.

"Daphne," Hermione gasped, scampering to the door.

"I um…." Daphne stammered her eyes wavering as Hermione looked at her.

"Is everything ok," Hermione asked.

"Yes, no, I mean.. I don't know," Daphne stammered turning to run.

"Wait," Hermione said, grabbing her arm.

"..." Daphne just stared at Hermione.

"Can't sleep," Hermione said, waiting as Daphne slowly nodded her head.

"Want to talk about it," Hermione asked, pulling Daphne inside.

"I don't know why I'm doing this," Daphne said.

"Hold on," Hermione said, pulling out a yellow gemstone. "Schnarchen," she said as the sound of soft snoring filled the room.

"Snoring," Daphne said.

"It's a new one I came up with to prevent eavesdropping," Hermione said. "Now it's just you and me. I promise that whatever you tell me will not leave this room."

"Ok," Daphne said.

"Now what's bothering you," Hermione asked.

Daphne took a deep calming breath. "Have you ever done something that later regretted," Daphne asked.

"Yes," Hermione said.

"How did you deal with it," Daphne asked.

"I tried to make amends," Hermione said.

"Were you successful," Daphne asked.

"I think so," Hermione said.

"What if it was something so terrible that you could never take it back or make amends for," Daphne asked.

"Daphne we're kids, I don't think either of us can do something that is impossible to make amends for," Hermione said.

"Do you really think so," Daphne said looking Hermione in the eyes.

Slowly Hermione reached out holding Daphne's hands. "Yes, I do," Hermione said.

"How do I…." Daphne said.

"I can't tell you how to do that," Hermione said. "That is something only you can decide."

Daphne remained silent looking at her temporary sister illuminated by the starlight, her silver hair seeming glowing. Slowly she reached out tentatively wrapping her arms around Hermione. "Thank you…. Hermione..." she said softly.

"I don't know what I did, but you're welcome," Hermione replied. "You said my name….. You actually said my name…"

Daphne recoiled in surprise before relaxing. "Yes, I guess I did."

"Does this mean I'm not a klutzy little runt anymore," Hermione asked.

"Klutzy no, runt yes" Daphne chuckled.

"Nuts," Hermione pouted.

"Hey Hermione…" Daphne yawned as a wave of exhaustion washed over her.

"Time for bed," Hermione said.

"Yes," Daphne muttered as her eyes slowly closed over her eyes.

Break

"Morning sleepy head," Hermione giggled.

"Hermione, what are you doing in my room," Daphne gasped, bolting upright.

"You're in my room, remember," Hermione said.

"... Right…" Daphne muttered as the memory of the previous night came to mind. "Um… what are you doing…." Daphne asked as she watched Hermione try and turn herself into a pretzel.

"Yoga," Hermione said, dropping into a split.

"Is that why you're so flexible," Daphne said.

"Probably," Hermione said. "Would you like to learn some?"

"Yes," Daphne said quickly. "Just let me…" she said, racing for the door.

"They might be a bit small but they should stretch," Hermione said pointing to a pair of bike shorts and a large T-shirt.

"Ok," Daphne said, changing.

"Dang, you make anything you wear look good," Hermione said enviously looking at how daphne filled out the simple outfit.

"Do you do this every morning," Daphne asked joining her.

"Not everyone morning but at least 3-4 times a week, with pilates on the other days," Hermione replied.

"Pilates….." Daphne asked.

"Strength training exercises," Hermione said.

"Oh….." Daphne said noticing the muscles of Hermione's legs flex as she moved.

Break

"Ok, today is the day," Daphne said, slapping her cheeks. "I'm going to do it." she said looking at herself in the mirror an outfit exquisitely displayed in the closet. "I almost ruined the surprise," she gasped, rushing over to close the closet. "Everything is perfect," she said, taking a final look before leaving.

"Hermione," Daphne said, knocking on Hermione's door.

"Yes," Hermione said.

"Can you come with me," Daphne said.

"Sure, why is something up," Hermione said.

"No just come with me," Daphne said, taking Hermione's hand and pulling her along.

"Ok, I'm coming," Hermione said. "Hey slow down, your long graceful stride covers more ground than my…"

"Dainty," Daphne said. "Your steps are dainty, not small," Daphne said, shortening her stride to match Hermione's.

"Daphne I'm nearly 15 and 4'5.5, even though I know that I'm…." Hermione said.

"Your 4'7, and petite is the correct term," Daphne said… Wait your almost 15, I thought you were maybe going to be 14 by August," Daphne said.

"Yes," Hermione said. "And I grew more, sweet," Hermione cheered

"Well you don't look it," Daphne said.

"I know," Hermione sighed.

"No, I didn't mean it like that," Daphne blurted out. "I mean you could easily tell people your 14 or even 13 and they would believe it."

"I never thought of that," Hermione said.

"Yes, that way you could say you're actually advanced instead of held back, but that's not important," Daphne said as they stopped in front of her room.

"Is this your room," Hermione said.

"Yes," Daphne said, opening the door.

"Wow," Hermione said, marveling at the opulence. If she thought the guest room was Big Daphne's had to be at least twice the size, and half again as nice.

"I'll give you the tour later, right now we're here for this," Daphne said, placing her in front of the closet.

"Daphne are you going to lock me in the closet during their visit today,"

"No," she blurted out. 'I have something I want to give to you," she said barely above a whisper.

"Then what is it," Hermione said.

"I said I wanted to give something to you," Daphne yelled, stomping her foot as a lock of hair shot up from her head.

"Oh, ok," but what and why," Hermione asked.

"I kinda sorta," Daphne said softly pressing her index fingers together. "Destroyed one of your nicest outfits and it was really cute…. So I thought maybe….."

"Maybe what," Hermione asked.

"Replace it," she said, opening the closet revealing a multicolor outfit. The strapless dress began with a sliver of black over the chest, then white at the top slowly fading to silver and then light blue where it ended just above the knee. A long sleeve Bolero coat with billowing sleeves with a high ruffled collar shared the same color transition, but it was lined with red on the inside. There were light blue calf length boots with 3 inch heels and a bit of silver metal ornamentation on the top of the foot.

"Daphne it's gorgeous," Hermione gasped.

"You like it," Daphne said.

"I love it," Hermione said.

"What, how….." Hermione said. "Did you make this?"

"Oh no, I just picked out what I thought would suit you the best. "White for virtue, Blue for responsibility, Silver for success, and Red for passion, and the Black for elegance," Daphne explained. "Do you want to try it on?"

Hermione slowly turned towards Daphne. "Yes, a lot," she said with a beaming smile.

"Great," Daphne said, clapping her hands with a little giggle, her lock of hair bouncing happily. "And wear these," Daphne said, handing her white lacy underwear. If you are going to dress like a noble lady, you should do the whole part. Plus they can help, you know," Daphne said cupping her chest.

"Alright," Hermione said, moving behind a screen to change.

"Is it the right size? I was worried I might have gotten the size wrong," Daphne said.

"No, it's good, it's not too big, and I feel like I have room to grow into it," Hermione said.

"And what is it made of? It's so light, soft and smooth," Hermione asked.

"The dress is acromantula silk, lined with high thread count magical cotton from India, and it's the same for the jacket. The boots are made of Sobek, leather," Daphne said.

"Sobek?" Hermione asked.

"It's a magical alligator found in Egypt," Daphne said. "Come on, come on, come on," Daphne giggled, bouncing on her toes.

"So how do I look," Hermione said.

"Perfect," Daphne said as she seemed to dart around her so fast she was a blur. "How are the boots?"

"Surprisingly comfortable, and I don't feel as off balance as I thought I would," Hermione said.

"I made sure they were charmed for comfort and stability, and they make you look so much taller,' Daphne said.

"Nice," where is a…." Hermione said.

"No not yet," Daphne said, pushing Hermione to a chair.

"Wait Daphne, what are you doing," Hermione said.

"Hair and makeup," Daphne said, pushing Hermione down into the chair.

"You don't..." Hermione protested.

"Tracy and Pansy are coming for tea time and I want you to look your best," Daphne said.

"Why," Hermione asked.

"Because this way they might see you the way I do," Daphne mouthed. "Why not, it will be fun."

"Alright, I am in your capable hands," Hermione said.

"Great," Daphne said, quickly brushing out Hermione's hair that hung to her shoulders. As she brushed Daphne couldn't help but think the silver strands would look better longer. "Hermione, your roots are showing, can I dye them quickly," Daphne asked.

"Sure," Hermione said as Daphne used a separate brush to work a potion into the brow roots and gave them a rich silver color that spread down her hair. She followed that up with a brush treated to make a ladies hair grow. Hermione could feel the weight of her hair growing as it brushed against her shoulders, before drifting down her shoulder blades, stopping just below them. She let out a sigh of delight, and yet she was saddened that it wasn't longer.

"I would go more, but I risk damaging your hair," Daphne explained, setting the brush down Daphne worked her hair into a simple yet elegant bun, held in place with an elaborate hair piece that shared a not insignificant resemblance to a tiara with several blue gems. The remainder of her hair trailed out of the bun in a simple ponytail touching the top of her shoulders.

"Close your eyes," Daphne said as she opened her makeup kit. Hermione felt Daphne trim up her eyebrows and brush what she assumed was dye into before lighty them applying some makeup lightly on her cheeks. "Earnings," she said, attaching silver ears with small clear diamonds on her ears, with a small necklace with a light blue sapphire around her neck. "Eyedrops," Daphne said carefully, placing a drop in each eye. "And can that family magic of yours improve your eyesight so you don't need glasses."

"Yes," Hermione said, activating her reinforcement.

"And open," Daphne said.

"Oh my… Hermione gasped as she saw not herself, but a younger version of the girl from the mirror looking back at her. Slowly she stood up examining the outfit as she twirled in front of a full length mirror. A white snowflake embossed on the back of the jacket. Her creamy pale skin stood out against the black lace at the top of the dress, showing the hint of a small developing bustline, while the sash at her waist highlighted her slim figure and burgeoning hips, while the heels made her legs look longer.

"Do you like it," Daphne said softly.

"Like it I love it," Hermione exclaimed, amazed by her own reflection. Slowly, walked over to Daphne and wrapped her arms around Daphne. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome," Daphne replied.

"But what are you going to wear, it's not fair for me to be all dressed up, you need something to," Hermione said.

"Right," Daphne squeaked. "I guess I was so busy I didn't think about it."

"Daphne your closet is huge, I know we can find something," Hermione said.

"You think so," Daphne said.

"I know so, and since you were so nice, I think it's my turn to repay the favor," Hermione said. "Now sit down and I'll be right back."

"This closet is like a room just by itself," Hermione said, marveling at the size of it. "And so much clothing," she said. "Now let's think, what would be best for Daphne…. No not blue, she can be calm and responsible, and while there is sadness to her, she seems happier now. She's still Daphne, but there is this mysterious purity to her, that I didn't see before," Hermione mused. She's like Astoria in a way, deep down underneath it all there is a little girl yearning for friends. White it is," Hermione said moving towards a row of white dresses. "Now she is elegant so it needs a little black," she said, narrowing down her selection. "With a little black for elegance and mystery. It needs some blue, and a touch of pink, she said, picking out several more items.

"I wonder what's taking so long," Daphne said, growing excited as she exited and entered the closet several times.

"No peeking," Hermione said.

"I wasn't going to," Daphne squeaked.

"Really," Hermione said looking right at her.

"Well maybe a little," Daphne muttered as her lock of hair seemed to move side to side on it's own.

"Almost done, why don't you draw something while you wait.

"Ok," Daphne said, rushing over to an easel and started to draw.

"Hey that's pretty good," Hermione said looking over Daphne's shoulder at what appeared to be a plush elegant chair.

"Hermione," Daphne squeaked, leaping into the air floating for a second as she blinked before crashing to the ground, the easel falling on her head covering her in paint. "Ouchy," Daphne muttered.

"Hehehe, sorry about that, you were just so engrossed in your painting.

"Now I'm all covered in paint," Daphne groaned.

"Sorry about that," Hermione said, placing a finger to her chin. "Hey I know, why don't you take a shower and get cleaned up, while I put everything together for a big reveal."

"Alright," Daphne said, setting her easel back up and using a spell to clean up the spilled paint. "I'll be right back," she said heading for the attached bathroom.

"Once she lets her guard down, she really is a nice girl," Hermione said strolling around the room. "She is quite the Nasu doll fan too," she said examining Daphne's collection. "She really likes art," She whispered looking at the books and art supplies scattered around the room before setting everything up for Daphne.

"So what did you pick for me," a giggling Daphne said entering the room with a towel wrapped around her body.

"Daphne Greengrass today I present for your wearing pleasure, Lily," Hermione said, opening the closet with flourish revealing the outfit. White to represent your inner purity, with a bit of black for a mysterious elegance. Pink for a playful girl who believes in romance, with a bit of blue to tell us that she is an intelligent girl who can be trusted.

"It's so pretty…" Daphne said letting her towel drop to the ground.

"Lucky girl," Hermione muttered examining Daphne's figure which was leaning more slightly more towards woman, than girl. Her silky smooth blond hair was longer than hers even after Daphne extended it.

"I'm naked," Daphne squeaked freezing as her smooth skin turned a lovely shade of pink before she dove behind the screen.

"Hehehehe," Hermione giggled.

"Don't laugh….." Daphne protested. "But I guess it's fair, I did…..." Daphne whispered thinking of leaving Hermione naked and alone in the castle.

"Sorry, it's just you're so cute when flustered," Hermione said.

"Well at least a boy didn't see me, then I could never get married," Daphne said.

"That's…" Hermione said.

"It's a pureblood thing," Daphne explained as she changed.

"Ok, but it's still weird, I mean how does being seen naked ruin you. I mean sure it's embarrassing, but it shouldn't mean you can't get married," Hermione said.

"It shows that you've lost your purity, if someone you don't intend to marry sees you naked," Daphne explained.

Anyway, how's it look, I want to see," Hermione said.

"Alright, but don't laugh," Daphne said tentatively stepping out from behind the screen.

Daphne didn't think a person's eyes could look so big as the smile Hermione had threatened to break her face. "White is definitely your color, and the black accents it perfectly," Hermione said as she moved like a silver blur around Daphne.

"Isn't it a little short," Daphne said, tugging on the thigh length hem of the dress.

"No you have the legs for it, and the tights make it so even if it blows up no one will see anything," Hermione said as Daphne twirled, showing off the blue under layer that appears as she walks. The dress that billowed out over her hips narrowed hugging her waist with a single strap went up around her neck. The cut did show a moderate amount of her chest but a blue bow around the neck added a cute tasteful coverage. The sleeveless dress went down below her shoulder blades in the back. Light pink arm warmers covered her elbows, with light pink gloves over her hands, both of which highlighted her complexion. Simple dark blue ballet slippers allowed her to glide across the floor.

"If you say so," Daphne said.

"I do say so, now hair time," Hermione said, pushing Daphne into a chair. She brushed out Daphne's lustrous hair allowing two long locks to frame her face, while pulling the rest up into a ponytail held in place with a big blue bow. "Personally, your skin is so nice I think putting anything more than a little blush would be a mistake.

"Wow, is that me," Daphne gasped looking at herself in the mirror. She was a young and maybe a little naive girl still growing, but who had a good heart. "And I think you're right, but…." Daphne said trying and failing to pat down a lone lock of hair that refused to behave.

"I know, but it's cute," Hermione said as a loud knock echoed through the house.

"Oh crap they're here," Daphne squeaked. "Come on," she said, racing out.

Break

It was a unique site as two very different pairs of girls looked at each other as the door opened. Tracy and Pansy gasped shocked by what they saw. They were expecting the brown haired runt of a bookworm with her large glasses and metal mouth. What they got was a silver haired beauty with an air of nobility. Daphne on the other hand had a girlish naive purity to her. Perhaps the biggest shock was that while Daphne was still taller, between the heels, and hair style the silver haired girl did not look short standing next to her, and her presence made her seem even taller.

Daphne had to take a half a step back as she looked at Tracy. She was wearing a long sleeve black dress that ended just above the knee, and seemed to soak up the light around her. Dark purple lined the sleeves, high collar and hems of the dress, while a black leather corset slimmed her, but a bit of soft fat appeared to be poking out the top and bottom of it. A small cutout above the chest drew the eyes to her bustline which seemed larger than Daphne expected. Black tights, led into leather boots whose heels put her even or possible higher than Daphne who seemed to shrink slightly in her presence. Her red hair looked like a shade lighter pulled back in a braided bun held together with a purple bow, with makeup to hide a few blemishes. All together it screamed, mysterious, evil, and wealth.

Pansy on the other hand was the complete opposite of Tracy's darkness. Her long blond hair flowed freely, big bright eyes with equally large lashes. Her figure seemed to have grown slightly on display in a short, sleeveless, low cut pink dress, with thin straps over the shoulders. Her breasts and hips on full display aided by the pink heels she was wearing. While it screamed femininity, Daphne couldn't help but wonder if a certain spark was missing from her friend's eyes.

"Welcome to Greengrass Manor, it is a pleasure to have you today," Daphne finally said breaking the ice.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Tracy said offering a curtsey.

"You're welcome, please come in, I have set up the library for us today," Daphne said, showing them the way.

"Hey Daph," Pansy asked.

"Yes, Pansy," Daphne replied.

"Who is your friend," Pansy asked.

"Yes, I am curious as well," Tracy said.

"You mean you don't recognize her," Daphne said as they entered.

"No, is she from one of the other houses," Pansy said.

"Are you perhaps related to Baron Harkonen?" Tracy asked.

"Baron Harkonen?" Hermione said laying it on thick with her german accent.

"He is a powerful Russian pureblood whose family is descended from Ivan the Terrible's second son Ivan," Daphne explained.

"Ah the one who the muggles believe was killed by the first Tsar of Russia," Hermione said again using a thick german accent.

"German," Tracy said. "Are you perhaps related to the Hohenzollern or Habsburg families," Tracy asked.

"Not that I know of," Hermione said as Daphne began giggling.

"What's so funny," Pansy said.

"You really don't recognize her," Daphne said.

"No," Tracy and Pansy replied.

"Go on," Daphne said, nugging Hermione.

"Hello, my name is Hermione Johanna Granger it is a pleasure to meet you," Hermione said speaking normally, a hint of a German accent remaining in her voice.

"Holy freaking Merlin's big bloody balls, what the hell did you do," Pansy exclaimed.

"I gave her a makeover," Daphne said proudly.

"I don't buy it," Tracy snapped. "There is no way that you are that retarded mudblood runt," Tracy growled stepping forward looking down at Hermione who matched Tracy's glare with one of her own.

"Tracy Davis, Daughter of Gwendoline Davis, who excels at Herbology and Potions, and has a fondness for baking. You hurt your foot kicking me in a Hogwarts Train compartment. You cracked a nail when tearing a dress off me in an abandoned 5th floor classroom. You also developed a fondness for sausages, Vincet Crabbe, and Greggory Goyle were surprised when you ate three of them. But it looks like you had a few more than that." Hermione said, her blue eyes looking straight at Tracy.

"Impossible, but it is the stupid little runt," Tracy said. "And at least I have curves," Tracy huffed, tugging the hem of her skirt down a little to hide her thicker thighs.

"See isn't this great now," Daphne said.

"I do not see how this is great," Tracy said as they sat down.

"Well, I thought…." Daphne said.

"That we could all be friends, please, like I could ever be friends with a friend of Potter," Pansy said.

"So, just because Draco…" Daphne muttered.

"Regardless of how she looks, it is nothing more than putting lipstick on a rather ugly pig, and I will never accept you as anything more than the stupid mudblood runt that you are" Tracy said.

"Her blood status and standing aside, you are being rude to one of my guests, Tracy," Daphne said moving between them.

"I do apologize for sullying the halls of Greengrass Manor with my vulgar language. Now I believe we have summer projects to work on," Tracy said.

"Right," Daphne said.

"Wow," Hermione mouthed in shock stunned by Daphne's behavior.

Slowly the girls got to work, and despite the appearance of a group of girls working friendly on their summer homework there was an imperceptible barrier between them. Daphne and Hermione on one side, with Daphne trying to include Hermione in the group, while Tracy and Pansy opening dismissive of the silver haired girl.

"I did my charm report on beauty charms, you know" Pansy said, flipping her hair. "I wonder how many you have on you right now Hermione." Pansy said, drawing her attention.

"I'm surprised the retard could even pull it off since she's in remedial charms," Tracy said. "You can't deny it because it's true," Tracy said as Hermione said nothing

Before Hermione could even think of dignifying the statement with a response Daphne spoke up. "She's not you know," Daphne said.

"What do you mean she's not," Pansy said, cocking an eye at Daphne.

"She's actually only 13," Daphne said.

"Wait, are you saying that Hermione is only supposed to be a….." Pansy gasped.

"Second year," Daphne said with a slight smirk.

"Wait that means…." Pansy said.

"She's not behind but actually advanced," Daphne said happily.

It took all of Hermione's control to not gasp in shock. "What is she thinking," Hermione said to herself.

"So you're two years ahead in defense against the dark arts, herbology, and history of magic," Tracy said.

Daphne nugged Hermione with her knee underneath the table. "I do not like to think that I am advanced, but rather that I am in the class most appropriate for my current level of knowledge and skill," Hermione said.

"You are bluffing," Tracy said.

"What am I bluffing about," Hermione said.

"The dress, the makeup, the being advanced, and not to mention your stupid silver hair," Tracy said.

"But I like the color, it''s regal and elegant," Daphne said softly, her head dipped slightly, eyes tilted upward as she nervously pressed her index fingers together. Seemingly wilting underneath Tracy's overwhelming pressure.

"Regal and elegant," Tracy scoffed. "Please it is garish and vulgar, and I have to squint because of all the light reflecting off it."

"My apologies Dame Davis, I had no idea my hair was disturbing you," Hermione said, adjusting her seat.

"It's mere presence disgusts me, brown is a much more wholesome and dependable color, something you will need if you wish to be a competent maid," Tracy said.

"Well I think you are wrong," Daphne said, sitting a little taller.

"Sadly you are mistaken daughter, I happen to agree with Tracy's astute observations," Catherine Greengrass said coming out from the shadows of the library.

"Countess Greengrass it is a pleasure to see you today," Tracy said standing and offering a curtsey.

"Thank you Tracy, and I must say that I adore your outfit's mysterious elegance," Catherine said.

"You are to kind my lady," Tracy replied.

"And Pansy my dear you are looking cute and flirtatious today," Catherine said.

"What about us mother," Daphne said.

"You look like a naive little girl playing dress up games," Catherine said.

Hermione scowled watching Daphne deflate in front of her mother. The bubbly and excited girl just shrunk further back within herself.

"And what is with this hair style," she hissed grabbing the lone lock of hair that stood up on Daphne's head.

"Mother…." Daphne whimpered painfully as Catherine ripped it off.

"Fix your hair and change into something more befitting the Greengrass Family," she growled into her ear.

"You stuck up, worn out, bitter old whore, can't you see how happy and excited Daphne was to show you her outfit. But no you had to crush it beneath your heel because you are a jealous old woman, whose only goal in life is to ruin the happiness of others." Hermione said not quietly but not loudly either causing everyone to gasp.

The elder Greengrass froze, slowly turning towards Hermione fire burning in her eyes. "What did you say to me," she hissed her nostrils flared with anger.

If she was expecting to scare Hermione it failed as she held her ground matching Catherine's fiery glare with her icy gaze. "Mrs. Greengrass, I believe what I said was that you are a bitter dried up old crone, whose sole purpose in life seems to be sucking the life out of your daughters in some vain attempt to make yourself seem more noble than you are. You claim to be a woman of high breeding and class like Princess Diana. I have met Princess Diana and you are not her, nor are you worthy to wash the ground she walks on," Hermione said.

"Why you," Catherine growled, slapping Hermione across the face with her white gloved hand, the loud smack echoing across the room as Hermione never moved. Silence reigned as the girls wondered who would make the next move.

Slowly Hermione picked up one of Daphne's gloves, putting it on before slapping Catherine across the face hard enough to jerk her head to the side. "I accept your duel Mrs. Greengrass."

"You will regret this," Catherine said.

"Regardless of the outcome I regret nothing," Hermione said.

Break

"Hermione…." Daphne began as she fretted with her hands encased in long white opera gloves that ran to her upper arm. A blue choker around her neck. The strapless floor length gown was white on the top, with a shimmering blue skirt that traveled to the floor.

"Did you say something," Tracy said as Hermione and Catherine squared off.

"Is going to be taught a lesson by my mother," Daphne said softly.

"And I am going to enjoy it," Tracy said.

"I guess we will really see if she is advanced or not," Pansy said.

"Now I trust you understand the rules of dueling," Catherine said.

"I do," Hermione replied. "And what are your rules for this duel, Mrs. Greengrass," Hermione said.

"That is Countess Catherine Greengrass, all forms of magic sans the unforgivables are allowed and no muggle fighting is allowed, magic only.

"That is agreeable," Hermione replied, having already activated her reinforcement.

"Now we bow," Catherine said as they bowed in unison firing a silent spell off. As Hermione's line of sight dropped to the floor. The duel appeared to be over before it started but Hermione leapt into the air at the last second, the spell passing harmlessly below her.

"Doppelter Einfrierpfeil," Hermione said loudly, one arm out straight as she pulled the other back like drawing an imaginary bow losing twin arrows of ice at Catherine who countered with a wave of fire from her wand.

"It will take more than that to make me move," Catherine said, launching a barrage of stunners at Hermione who wove through the barrage like a ballerina.

"Is that a challenge," Hermione said. Dropping to a split to avoid a whip of flame.

"She's got her,'' Pansy said as the flame descended on Hermione who twisted, placing her hands on the ground, swinging her legs around as one of her earrings and one of the gems on her tiara glowed. "Bergbrise," she said as her legs spun around a blast of icy wind cut through the flame, buffeting Catherine with a freezing mountain wind.

"So you really can use gem magic, perhaps I have been taking you too lightly," Catherine said deflecting Herimone's breeze towards the girls. Pansy's hair and skirt blew up revealing a pair of very adult underwear.

"Cold," Daphne muttered as she slid back slightly rubbing her exposed upper arms.

"Weak," Tracy muttered looking at Daphne as she was barely phased by the blast.

"Eiszapfenpfeile," Hermione called out, slashing her wand at Catherine, a single dart of ice rocketing towards Catherine. "Come on," Herimone hissed glaring at her wand that was being troublesome again. On the defensive again it was all she could do to dodge as she danced around Catherines spell fire.

"And it's over," Tracy said as Catherine landed a glancing body bind on Hermione with a dizziness and clumsiness spell.

"Think again," Hermione yelled, raising her arms and breaking the bind.

"How," Tracy gasped.

"Hermione is not weak," Daphne muttered as a slight bulge appeared in her hair.

"I thought there might be some beast blood in you," Catherine said. "I guess this means I can stop holding back."

"That was close," Hermione said, shaking off a dizziness and clumsiness spell diving out of the way of a blast of wind.

"If you conceded and appropriately apologized I might just decide to be lenient on you," Catherine said.

"When you haven't landed a solid hit, and I would never apologize for defending my friend," Hermione replied, firing off an ice arrow from a kneeling position.

"She is your friend," a surprised Tracy and Pansy said, turning towards Daphne.

"..." Daphne wanted to speak but the words died in her throat as Catherine glared at her.

"My daughter would never be friends let alone seen with the common riffraff," Catherine said.

"Then you are blind," Hermione said, wincing as a pain spell clipped her. "Then again you can't seem to hit me let alone the broad side of a barn."

"You will submit," Catherine growled, launching a torrent of water from her wand that Hermione leapt clear over as it covered the flood of the ballroom.

Ripping her necklace off ice Hermione pumped magic into the gem hearing a slight cracking sound before throwing it into the pooling water below. "Einfrieren," Hermione roared as ice raced across the floor covering the entire ballroom before stopping. Tapping her boots with her wand transfiguring the soles to skates, Hermione slid down a slope of ice formed by a frozen chair.

Daphne couldn't help but smirk as Pansy slipped and fell on her but, while Tracy dropped to a knee tights tearing as the ice appeared below their feet. Catherine sent a blast of flame into the ground protecting her.

"That was impressive as it was futile," Catherine said.

"We're on my turf now," Hermione said, rocketing across the ice Catherin's spells passing harmlessly behind her.

"And you're down to two water gems, an air gem, with a wand that doesn't do listen to you," Catherine said, lashing out with a bludgeoning spell that passed under Hermione as she spun through the air.

"She doesn't know," Daphne whispered.

"Doesn't know what," Tracy hissed.

"Hermione has the home court advantage," Daphne said softly as Hermione slid to a stop using a blast of wind from her wand to throw shards of ice in Catherine's face obscuring her vision. "Consider this a present from your daughters, Cathy" Hermione yelled a silver blur as she flashed across the ice spinning before changing direction, a sapphire falling at the spot of the spin, a second spin dropped a diamond and a third left another sapphire forming a triangle in the ice around Catherine.

"Is that supposed to impress me," Catherine said.

"Kristalleisgefängnis," Hermione roared as ice erupted out of the floor locking Catherine in a pyramid of crystal-clear ice.

"Merlin's beard did that just happen," Pansy said, looking at Catherine locked in a crystal cage.

"Hermione…" Daphne whispered as a lone lock of hair broke free popping back up.

"It's not over," Tracy said as flames erupted from Catherines wand.

"I am Lady Catherine Greengrass, the Countess of Greengrass, and I have had enough," Catherine roared as the prison exploded in a blast of fire throwing Hermione back.. "I am done playing games little girl," Catherine growled, stepping out of the prison.

"Got you to move didn't I," Hermione said, leaping to her feet.

"Rune missiles lock on target Hermione Granger and fire," Catherine said in Old Brittonic as several rune clusters appeared around the room. "It was never your turf girl," Catherine said as the magic locked onto Hermione.

"Crap baskets," Hermione exclaimed as lances of magic erupted from the corners of the room chasing after her.

"You can run but they will catch you eventually," Catherine said as one of the missiles clipped Hermione tossing her off balance.

"It's a combat skirt," Daphne with a smile as Hermione remained standing.

"That's fine, but let's see you dodge!" Hermione yelled, racing at Catherine sliding underneath her at the last second.

"What," Catherine roared as a group of missiles slammed into her, launching her into the wall of the ballroom with a deafening crack.

"Take that you stuck up bitch," Hermione said flipping her ponytail over her shoulder.

"This is happening right, we are actually seeing this," Pansy said blinking at the images being seared into her brain.

"I can't believe it," Tracy muttered.

"Believe it," Daphne said her lock of hair bouncing happily.

"I am done playing games," a bruised and bleeding Catherine said as she fell from the wall, braided hair coming loose.

"I can do this all day," Hermione said as Catherine seemed to flicker before appearing before her, a blood red spell glowing on the tip of her wand held firmly in both of her hands..

"Dragon Flame Buster." Catherine roared as a blast of dark red energy slammed into Hermione.

A deafening explosion rocked the manor as the world turned red obscuring everyone's vision.

"I am not pissing off Lady Greengrass, ever," Pansy said, her jaw dropping at the sight of the manor. The back wall of the ballroom was simply gone burnt to a crisp as the destruction continued cutting through the manor before blasting out the back wall, a line of scorched earth cutting through the gardens before stopping at a stone wall where a naked Hermione lay covered in ash.

"Ouchie," Hermione groaned, coughing up smoke before passing out.