Chapter 37- Changing Tides

September 1994

"I am not some dippy goddess!" Luna Lovegood

Sirius Black Escapes

Sirius Black, the heir to the Black family has escaped the seemingly inescapable Fortress Prison Azkaban located on an unplotable island in the Hebrides Archipelago. He was being held there for the alleged betrayal of James and Lily Potter along with the murder of 11 muggles during a confrontation with Peter Pettigrew. I say alleged because while he was arrested and charged with those crimes he has yet to be tried according to records from the British Ministry of Magic. One could understand the trial being delayed due to the turbulent times surrounding the rise and fall of the Dark Wizard Voldemort. However, a 13-year delay is a breach of British Magical Law and basic human rights. That being said the British Ministry of Magic says that it is unlikely that Sirius Black made it to land, but information from a confidential source has reported that the health tracker placed on all Azkaban inmates is still active, and reports that while Mr. Black is exhausted and magically drained; he is still very much alive. Sadly, this tracker does not include a location, which can be seen as an oversight. In response the Irish Ministry of Magic has increased their border patrols along the northern shoreline. Rest assured Ireland is aware of the danger and taking steps to make sure that if Sirius Black arrives in Ireland he will be swiftly taken into custody.

Brian Murphy Leprechaun Times

"Wow, the news really is different outside of England," Millie said looking at a selection of morning papers as she looked out over the Mediterranean Sea.

"I agree, I knew the Daily Prophet was biased, but frankly it's more of a gossip rag than an actual newspaper these days," Alex said. "But more importantly are you ready to go."

"Yes, I can't wait, this year is going to be great," Millie said excitedly.

"Oh…." Maggie said.

"Yes, Hermione got Elizabeth to start a maid cafe club, but well they can't really cook, and everyone knows the best cafes have the best food," Millie said.

"So, you are going to take it over," Alex said.

"Yes," Millie said. "Well I kinda already did, but I'm just going to make it official."

Break

"Wow the station is busy today," Emma said looking at the throng of people crowded along the path to the platform.

"Psst Hermione," a voice whispered.

"Eeeeppp!" Hermione squeaked as a hand grabbed her arm. "Millie!"

"Thought you might want a heads up," Millie said pointing to the crowd.

"Yeah what is the deal?" Hermione asked.

"It seems about half of them are looking for Harry to ask him about Sirius Black," Millie said.

"Really," Hermione said glaring at the crowd. "Hasn't he been through enough already?"

"Well it doesn't help that it turns out Sirius Black is his Godfather," Millie explained.

"You've got to be kidding me," Hermione said.

"I wish I was," Millie said.

"What about the other half," Emma asked.

"They are looking for you?" Maggie said.

"Ugh… really, why are they still making a big deal out of this," Hermione sighed.

"I'll give you three guesses and two don't count," Alex said.

"Catherine Greengrass," the Grangers sighed.

"Most likely she is using her connections to stir up trouble," Maggie said.

Hermione looked at the crowd for a moment, a smile growing on her lips. "Well jokes on her then."

"No explosions," Dan said.

"Or cooling heads," Emma added.

"Mom, Dad," Hermione pouted. "I'm not going to do anything like that."

"Then what are you going to do?" Emma asked.

"Something I've noticed over the last year is that for some reason people can't tell that Hermione and Johanna are the same person," Hermione said.

"Great idea," Millie said.

"Exactly," Hermione said. "Millie can you help me with the hair dye."

"Sure," she said as the girls headed to the bathroom.

"I see Monaco really agreed with you," Hermione said as Millie dyed her hair.

"You think so," Millie said.

"I know so," Hermione said. "You look great."

"Thanks, I've been swimming a lot and…." Millie said.

"And what…." Hermione said.

"I want to be part of the race next year," Millie said. "I know I can't ice skate, but I bet if you made a water track, I could keep up with you."

"Wunderbar Millie, wunderbar!" Hermione clapped excitedly.

"I just hope the lake isn't too cold," Millie said. "I mean I bought a wetsuit, but still."

"I don't think it will be…" Hermione said trailing off as Millie shot her a look.

"Hermione you don't think anything is cold," Millie said.

"But it's…. Right…," Hermione said, turning her eyes to the mirror. "Wow, great job Millie," Hermione said examining the silver ponytail that fell to the bottom of her shoulder blades.

"You're welcome," Millie said. "So what is the Johanna uniform for this year?" She asked as Hermione went into a stall to change.

"Tada!" Hermione giggled hopping out of the stall in a simple blue skirt, and white blouse with blue cuffs, a blue bow and simple Mary janes on her feet.

"Merveilleuse," Millie exclaimed.

"I thought so too," Hermione said, removing her retainer and glasses completing the look. "And since when did you learn French?"

"I wouldn't say I learned French, I just picked up a few things while in Monaco," Millie replied as Hermione began to smile. "No..." Millie said, backing away from her friend.

"But you haven't even heard what I am going to say," Hermione said.

"Johanna… no," Millie said.

"Johanna yes," Hermione said, blocking the exit.

Break

"She really does look like a completely different person when she does that," Maggie said as Hermione exited with Hermione.

"And is that Millie," Emma said.

"Oh my," Maggie gasped looking at her daughter in a green skirt, white blouse with green cuffs, and a green bow.

"Psssttt, it's not Millie right now it's Melissa," Hermione said.

"Hehehehehe, perfect," Maggie and Emma giggled.

"Now run along before standing with us ruins your secret entry," Emma said.

"Ok, see you at Christmas," their parents said.

"C'est fou," Millie said as they walked the gauntlet of people crowding the platform.

"Ich weiß es schon gut," Hermione replied surprised by the unusually large crowd of people.

"Think Harry will have any trouble," Millie said in French.

"With his invisibility cloak I doubt it," Hermione replied, sticking with German. "And since when did you know German."

"How could I not, hanging around you all this time," Millie said in French.

"Oh great, Kraut brought a Frog with her," Pansy said walking up to the pair.

"Is there a problem Pansy," Hermione said.

"No, just disappointed that we have to deal with a foul-smelling kraut again," Pansy said.

"And I have the pleasure of dealing with an arrogant limey," Millie said.

"That's rich coming from a cheese eating surrender monkey," Tracy said approaching the group.

"Who looks like she's been eating a little too much cheese," Hermione said in German surprised by the breakout on Tracy's face.

"Râpe à fromage est plus comme ça," Millie said swatting her friend.

"Was that an insult munchkin," Tracy snapped.

"I believe that they were just commenting on your lovely complexion Tracy," Daphne said.

"Humph….. Like I care what a dumb foreigner thinks," Tracy huffed.

"If they are attending Hogwarts, I hardly think they would count as dumb, and Melissa is from Monaco, correct," Daphne said.

"Oui," Millie said. "And I thought you did an excellent job in the race," Millie said

"Thank you," Daphne said. "The concept caught me by surprise, but it was fun and I would like to try again in the future."

"Wunderbar, I can't wait to see it next year," Hermione said as Tracy fumed.

"Come on let's get on the train," Pansy groaned pulling the pair along.

"Yes, of course," Daphne said as they left.

Break

"How could you be friendly with the Kraut and the Frog," Tracy grumbled as the Hogwarts express rumbled down the tracks.

"It's called being nice Tracy," Daphne said.

"I can see that, but what I want to know is why," Tracy snapped.

"You can catch more flies with honey," Daphne shrugged.

"And what are those two little runts then, what makes them so important," Tracy said.

"Yes, why are you so interested in that stupid little Kraut, and the invisible Frenchie. I mean is she even in Slytherin," Pansy added.

Daphne suppressed a giggle. "Melissa is in Slytherin, she is just very shy. And why shouldn't I be nice to them. They pose no danger to me, and you can never have too many friends," Daphne said.

"Only if they are the right friends, what advantages can they give your family," Tracy said.

"Ugh, Tracy, we're kids, let's just enjoy life and save the politics for later," Daphne sighed.

"Argh what happened to you, making friends with that mudblood, then defending the fatty, allowing a squib to embarrass your mother, losing to the runt, and now being nice to those exchange students! How can you be so weak!" Tracy snapped.

"I am not weak, Tracy, and perhaps girls in glass houses shouldn't throw stones," Daphne said glaring at Tracy.

"What did you say," Tracy growled.

"I think perhaps that you should worry about yourself before criticizing others Tracy. It's clear that you've had a bit of a growth spurt over the summer, but one should be growing taller not wider," Daphne said.

"I am not fat," Tracy snapped.

"Denial is a river in Egypt, fatty," Pansy giggled, poking Tracy's thighs with her wand watching as it sunk into the soft flesh.

"Pansy I see no reason to pick on Tracy, and there is nothing wrong with being a little thicker," Daphne said as Tracy's head snapped towards her.

"I am not thick, fat or anything else. Millie is still the fat girl," Tracy hissed.

"I never said that," Daphne said defensively as the room began to suddenly grow cold.

"Is it cold in here or is it just me," Pansy said.

"Just you, bimbo," Tracy said as Daphne and Pansy began to shiver.

"Something is wrong…." Daphne muttered as Pansy slowly turned catatonic.

"It's just a little cold," Tracy said, still too angry to feel anything. The thought of them even considering her a fat girl made Tracy's blood boil. She was not fat, or anything like Millie or Hermione.

"What is that," Daphne whispered as a hooded shape appeared in the window.

"Dementor…." Pansy muttered as she began rocking back and forth.

"Pathetic," Tracy muttered looking at the empty black hood cloaking the entity, while her "friends" tried to scoot away from it.

"No, no, no, no, I'm not like that, I wouldn't kill Hermione or Millie, they're my friends. I'm a nice girl, not a mean girl. I don't want to be like that anymore," Daphne muttered tears streaming down her face.

"Interesting," Tracy said to herself a wicked grin crossing her face.

"I'm not a bimbo, I just like boys, what girl doesn't….." Pansy muttered, rocking back and forth.

"Seriously what is with you two," Tracy said, still fuming over being called fat as the creature opened the door. The icy cold oddly calming as she got a better look at the faceless being. She could see the creature standing before her, but she could also see something else, a vision of sorts. She could see herself standing at the top of a smoldering hill, dressed in form fitting black armor that did not hide her curvy figure. Long pale blond hair blew in the wind as she looked over the piles of dead and defeated opponents, a tall jet-black lance with a snake standard in her hand. "Yes, that is how it should be," Tracy said smiling as she gazed into the vision. Silver, Blue, Orange, Blond, and Pink haired girls lay shattered on the ground beneath her boot. Pansy bounced around in the background entertaining the troops with her overly curvaceous body in a scandalous outfit. "Is that Daphne…." Tracy muttered as another pale blond girl in black armor walked up to her dragging a body along with her before tossing it at Daphne's feet. "No…. she's not strong enough for this…" Tracy smiled looking at the body lying at her feet. "Who is the fat one now Daphne," an evil giggle escaped her lips as the vision of her poked the fat ugly Daphne lying at her feet. "And I do look good," Tracy said as a bright light exploded down the hallway flooding the room driving away her dark vision.

"Are you girls alright," a man called out.

"So cold," Pansy and Daphne chattered.

"Here have some chocolate," the man said, giving them each a large piece.

"No thank you," Tracy said, unaffected by the experience.

"You were not affected by the dementor," the man said.

"So that is what they are called, interesting," Tracy said as the man left as another flash of light filled the hallway. "So weak…" Tracy muttered watching Daphne scarf down the chocolate.

Break

"Hello, do you mind if we sit here?" a young girl with pale blond hair said entering their compartment.

"We…," Millie said.

"Oh, is Ginny not with us…" the girl said looking around. "Oh dear, we'll find her later, right now I'd like to talk to you,"

"Um, should I know you," Hermione asked.

"No, Johanna is only a second year, and Hermione is a 4th year, and Luna is a third year," Luna said. "So, it's not like you shared any classes yet, but maybe this year."

"Oh boy," Millie said. "Hermione this is Luna Lovegood, she's a bit peculiar."

"A pleasure to meet you Luna, what is it you'd like to talk to me about," Hermione said as a chill began to seep into the room.

"Well you see," Luna said before growing and stomping her foot. "I don't know what is more upsetting that those idiots did it, or that these things are still around."

"Cold…." Hermione muttered.

"Oh crap," Millie said.

"What…" Hermione said rubbing her arms.

"You're never cold, ever, and there is only one thing that could do this," Millie said.

"What thing," Hermione shivered as ice formed on the windows.

"Mot personified," Luna said. "Although the flying death also applies, or as you would know them dementors."

"Crap baskets," Hermione and Millie said hugging each other as the faceless entity appeared in the window.

"An appropriate reaction, for an ancient science experiment on the nature of death and the soul, which gained sentience at some point," Luna said as the door opened. "The Alterans were many things, but perhaps their greatest flaw was their hubris. But they never did what the Americans did and landed on me. I don't mind visitors but they could have been a little nicer, that rocket burned terribly." She said as the dementor loomed over her.

Hermione and Mille could do nothing as faint wisps of magical energy began to emanate from Luna as the dementor began to feed. "No, I have to…" Hermione said, struggling to reach for her wand.

A pulse of magic exploded from Luna throwing the dementor back into the hallway. "How rude, don't you know it's not polite to interrupt a lady's conversation," Luna said with an-other-worldly voice.

"Luna, who or what are you," Hermione said.

"It's like she's a force of nature," Millie said as Steve poked his head out.

"Nature spirit…" Steve hissed.

"Close, but not exactly," Luna said over her shoulder before turning back to the dementor. "Now go away, people talking," Luna said, throwing the dementor out of the room.

"Luna…." Hermione said looking at the slightly glowing girl, not unlike the light of a full moon. "That was the name of the Roman Moon Goddess."

"And your mother was Selene, which is the name of the Greek Titan and goddess of the moon," Millie added.

"All correct," Luna said.

"You called it an ancient experiment from the Alterans, are you a Divine spirit," Hermione said.

"Yes," Luna replied. "I have many names, but I've always had a preference for Artemis."

"Like the Nasu doll," Hermione said.

"Ugh don't get me started on that doll," Luna grumbled. "I'm fine with being a 5-star archer, and I did like Orion, but really, that outfit is far too scandalous. I mean really, where does Zeltretch get off doing something like that."

"Ok," Hermione said. "But how did you know about the Dementors and what are you doing here?"

"I know about them, because I tagged along with Ishtar who went to find out what the Alterans were doing playing around with death as a favor for her sister, but really I think it was because Ereshkigal threatened to tell everyone about something stupid Ishtar did, was it losing Gulgalanna, being shrunk or stripped naked, I wonder," Luna said as another dementor walked past their compartment. "Ugh there are more of these ass hats, excuse me," she said stepping into the hallway, a bow of energy forming in her hands. "Piercing sky bullet!' she said firing a lance of energy down the hallway. "Ugh…. tired…. And here I wanted to talk more but those jerks got in the way," Luna groaned. "I'ma gonna take a nap now."

"Hi," Luna squeaked as the magical glow faded.

"Luna," Hermione said.

"Yes, that me," Luna said looking at them.

"Luna do you know anyone by the name of Artemis," Millie asked.

"Oh, did she come out and talk to you," Luna said.

"Yes, and how did you end up possessed by a divine spirit," Hermione asked.

"It's complicated," Luna said.

"That's ok, we promise not to speak of this again," Hermione said as Millie nodded in agreement.

"Thank you," Luna said. "And I promise not to tell anyone about you as well."

"Thanks, how about we play some grail wars," Millie said.

"I've got an all divine spirit team," Luna said excitedly.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," Hermione said.

Break

"Hello and welcome to another year at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said addressing the school. "As many of you are no doubt aware Dementors have been placed at the school to give us an extra layer of protection during these trying times. Rest assured they will not harm students," Dumbledore said as murmurs filled the great hall.

"Yeah fat chance of that," Marcus said.

"Maybe we can get them to take care of a few of the riff raff," Tracy muttered.

"I'll just pretend I didn't hear that Tracy," Liz said.

"Yeah, yeah," Tracy said.

"Don't you take that tone with me," Liz hissed.

"Whatever," Tracy said.

Liz's retort was cut off by Dumbledore continuing. "Also, I would like to introduce your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, Professor Lupin," he said as a thin shabbily dressed man stood up.

"Yes, thank you," the man said. "My name is Remus Lupin and I look forward to working with all of you this year."

"He doesn't look like much," Anna said.

"True, but Miss Matou has worked with him in the past, and had nothing but good things to say about him," Hermione said.

"That's good enough for me," Belle said.

"I dunno," Elizabeth added.

"Apparently he acts very strategically and can be ferocious when cornered," Hermione said. "I don't know much else besides the fact that he is something of a freelancer and scholar."

"Oh, oh, oh, I know something too," Astoria said.

"What did you hear," the girls said.

"Well I had a chance to talk to Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, this summer," Astoria said.

"You got to meet the creator of Nasu Dolls," Millie gasped.

"Lucky…." the other girls said.

"Hehehehe, well he said that he was excited to see how Nasu Dolls could be used in the classroom, and that he has donated a supply of them to the school this year," Astoria said.

"We're not going to use a bunch of stupid dolls in class," Pansy said.

"It's not a crazy idea," Daphne said.

"Of course, you would agree with your sister," Pansy said.

"That's because it's a good idea," Daphne said. "The dolls can be used to improve control of your magic, and the battles could be used to practice tactical thinking."

"Blah, blah, blah, tactics are useless against true power," Pansy said. "Or did you forget how your mom roasted the runt."

"Your mom roasted Hermione," a number of students gasped.

Daphne slowly turned red as the others stared at her. "Kind of," she said softly pressing her index fingers together. "But she was a little mad after Hermione used her own spell against her blasting her into a wall and locking her in an ice prison."

"I still wish I could have seen that," Astoria whispered to Hermione.

"Well she was being a meanie," Hermione huffed. "And next time I'll freeze her hair off."

"She'll just hit you with a Dragon Flame Buster before you can do that," Tracy said.

"If she hit's me with it," Hermione said.

"She did it easily enough last time," Pansy chimed in.

"I still call shenanigans on that, since when can people teleport," Hermione said.

"It's called apparition, you mudblood dolt," Pansy said.

"Apparition, more like teleportation," Hermione said. "And since when is that a thing."

"It's an advanced magic that isn't taught until 7th year at the earliest, but I hear they are moving it back now that Hogwarts is nine years," Matthew said joining them.

"Who asked you," Tracy said.

"Hermione did," Liz said. "This idiot just beat me to it," Liz growled.

"Oh you wound me my delicate little flower," Matthew sighed.

"ARGH!" Liz growled elbowing him in the ribs. "I told you not to call me that." She hissed. "Now as this dummy was saying it is a form of magical transport that is taught in the upper level classes after you have proper control of your magic."

"How does it work," Anna asked.

"I dunno," Liz said.

"Dummy," a random Slytherin said.

"Shut up, I am not a dummy, I just haven't learned it yet, it's an 8th year class," Liz snapped.

"Lev, is that you little shit," Matthew snapped.

"Letting your boy toy, fight your battles for you now," another student said.

"I am not," Liz snapped.

"Hahaha, that's rich coming from the daughter of a waitress," an older girl said

"My mother is not a waitress," Liz said.

"Then why was she seen walking around as a waitress during the PTA meeting. I thought she was a maid." more students began to mutter.

"My mother is a Marquess not a maid or a waitress," Liz said. "And I am the heir to the Tuttle name, and I expect to be treated with the proper respect."

"Weird," Millie whispered to Hermione.

"Yeah what the hell was all that," Hermione replied.

"Politics," Astoria said as dinner was served.

"Politics, what does that have to do with it," Millie asked.

"Technically, speaking the peerage controlled by the Tuttle family is a Marquess, which is the highest-ranking magical title short of the Malfoy Dukedom. This is why Liz has been in control of the dorms," Elizabeth explained.

"I thought that was because she was an older student," Millie said.

"Well that's part of it, but mainly it's because of her title," Elizabeth said.

"But then why is Lady Greengrass so powerful?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione you saw her house," Astoria said. "While the Tuttle family has a higher title, the Greengrass family is the second richest family in England short of the Malfoys, and money is power."

"Ok, but what does that have to do with school," Millie said.

"It's a lot of political posturing by the Tuttle family's actions or lack of action against your mother has caused her to lose a lot of respect and opportunities. Thus, the other families spell weakness," Matthew said.

"Oh…." the girls said observing the table. The first and second years along with Matthew, Hermione and Millie seemed to be clustered together. The remaining students seemed to be clustered around Liz, or the trio of Daphne, Tracy, and Pansy. Only a few students like Matthew seemed free to move about.

Break

"Slytherin cheerleading team," Hermione said looking at a flyer Pansy posted in the common room.

"Since when did we get a cheerleading team," Millie asked.

"I dunno, but I heard Draco saying something about it to Pansy," Daphne said.

"While I am loath to take part in such a muggle activity, all of the other houses have a team to cheer on their quidditch teams, and our team could use the support," Pansy said.

"She just wants to look at Draco in his uniform," Daphne whispered.

"So, what if I do," Pansy huffed.

"Don't bother trying out runt, fatty," Tracy said.

"And why can't they try out," Liz said from across the room.

"Because she's a runt, and Millie is a fattie," Tracy said.

"This runt has a name you know," Hermione pressed.

"And is an accomplished figure skater, which could come in handy," Liz said. "Now I'm not saying she's on the team, but she can certainly try out."

"Liz you can't be serious," Pansy said as Tracy's jaw dropped.

"And you're an idiot," Liz said. "Did you not see her performances in Lillehammer and Monaco, not to mention she has fashion connections for cute uniforms. Plus, you did ask me to help set this up, so don't think you can just run roughshod."

"Ugh, fine…" Pansy sighed.

"What does the tryout entail," Hermione asked.

"Show us how you can cheer and dance," Liz said.

"I can't wait to see you trip all over your feet fatty," Tracy said.

"Tracy I am…" Millie began.

"Going to knock your socks off," Hermione finished. "Come on Millie I'll show you some stuff to get ready. The tryout is on Saturday right, plenty of time," Hermione said, pulling Millie along.

"Hermione no…." Millie wailed, struggling to resist.

"Hermione yes," Hermione said, tugging on Millie.

"Hermione no," Millie said, digging her heels into a gap in the stone floor.

"Now stop resisting," Hermione said, as Millie pulled her back slightly.

"Hermione, no, I can't be a cheerleader there is no way," Millie said.

"Hermione yes, and you can be a cheerleader," Hermione said as her eyes flashed blue for a second.

"Hermione what are you doing," Liz said as Hermione threw Millie over her shoulder.

"I'm helping," Hermione said as she walked out.

"Hahahahaha," Daphne chuckled. "Looks like you will need to bring your A game Tracy or you might not make the team."

"As if," Tracy said, holding her head high as she left as more than a little junk in the trunk swayed back and forth.

Break

"Alright ladies…" Liz said.

"Ahem," a male voice said. "And Matthew," Liz sighed.

"Thank you," Matthew said, not fazed by the stares in his direction.

"As I was saying, you are all here for the Slytherin Cheer team tryouts, and like the Quidditch team there will be a senior and junior team, each with seven members and a manager for each one, which means not all of you will make the team," Liz explained.

"You'll be lucky to make manager fat ass," Tracy whispered in Millie's ear.

"We'll see who is the manager," Millie replied.

"You will be judged on the following three things, how you look, how you sound, and how energetic you are," Liz explained.

"Superficial much," Hermione whispered to Daphne.

"This is Pansy we are talking about," Daphne replied.

"Right…." Hermione said, looking at their perky blond housemate.

"Alright, Matthew, let's get this over with," Liz groaned.

"Alrighty then," he said, moving to the front. "Now I know you think the cheerleaders are just eye candy for the boys, but ladies enjoy quidditch as well, so why not give them something nice to look at," he said striking a few poses to show off his physique.

"Stupid sexy Matthew," Liz grumbled turning her head even as her eyes tracked his every move.

"He's got a cute but," Daphne said.

"Look at those arms," Millie added.

"What about Neville," Hermione asked.

"A girl can look right," Millie said.

"I guess, but did he have to wear a skirt?" Hermione said.

"Look at those abs," Millie said.

"Oh my…" Hermione said as Matthew's shirt rode up.

"Can you do anything other than pose," Liz sighed.

"Go, Fight, Win," Matthew yelled.

"I meant besides yell like an idiot," Liz said.

"Well I'm glad you asked," Matthew said. "But I will need a volunteer?"

"What are you going to do," Liz said.

"You mean you don't know," Matthew said.

"No, I don't know, now stop messing around," Liz snapped.

"Throws," Matthew said. "Hermione would you care to demonstrate."

"Oh!" Hermione's eyes lit up. "I get it," she said, moving back for a running start.

"If you get hurt it's all on you," Liz said.

"It looks dangerous," Pansy said.

"That's the fun," Hermione said with a big grin as Matthew got into position. With a nod from the older boy she took off racing across the field. As she reached the girls Hermione cartwheeled landing on her feet her back facing Matthew immediately launching into a back flip. Landing on her hands, she pushed off using reinforcement to flying into the air for a twisting tumble before falling towards Matthew.

Allie…." Matthew said as Hermione's foot landed perfectly in her hands. "Oop!" he yelled, throwing Hermione high in the air much to everyone's surprise.

"Go snakes, eat those ravens," Hermione yelled, doing a split in the air touching her toes with her fingers adding another twisting flip before falling into Matthew's strong arms.

"Nice job," Matthew said looking down at her.

"Um... thanks…." Hermione said blushing a little as she realized where she was.

"What the bloody hell was that," Tracy gasped, eyes bulging out of her sockets.

"Hermione being Hermione I guess," Daphne said.

"Where did she learn to do that," Pansy said.

"Figure skating…... I think," Daphne said.

"So how did we do," Matthew said.

"That was…" Liz said glaring at them. "...Passable…." Liz finally said. "And don't think that Hermione is the only one you'll be throwing."

"Certainly, and will you be on that list," Mathew said as a blushing Liz quickly turned away.

"I think that means yes," Hermione whispered.

"It does not," a blushing Liz snapped.

"In Liz speak that means yes," Matthew said into Hermione's ear as Liz marched off.

"Hehehehehe," Hermione giggled.

"Pansy, you're up," Liz snapped.

"Let me show you what a real cheerleader looks like," Pansy said, strutting to the front.

"Ok…." Daphne said.

"All of that aerobatics was cool and all, but real cheerleading is about looking and sounding pretty," Pansy said as she began dancing and cheering.

"Those aren't really cheers," Millie said.

"Of course, it is," Tracy said.

"I'm with Millie on this one Tracy, calling your opponents retarded inbred muggle loving mudblood bastards doesn't seem like much of a cheer," Daphne said.

"But that is what they are," Tracy said as Pansy did a rather provocative ballet routine that seemed to put the focus on her chest and ass as she danced.

"Ugh…." Daphne groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"And that is how it is done," Pansy said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"Alright, but we are going to need to work on those cheers, Pansy. Some of those might get the team disqualified," Liz said.

"Beat that fatty," Pansy said proudly as several more girls tried out.

"Maybe I will," Millie replied.

"Oh, please you're not hiding anything besides your fat ass behind that cloak," Tracy said.

"You'll just have to wait and find out," Millie said.

"Good luck," Hermione said to Daphne as she stepped forward.

"It's all skill, and I planned this," Daphne replied, tying her hair back.

"Alright Daphne show me what you got," Liz said. Daphne nodded before taking a running start doing a cartwheel into a flip only to slip on the landing falling on her but.

"Impressive, but the landing needs a little work," Hermione said as a red-faced Daphne stood up transitioning into a mix of ballet and figure skating moves. "She's usually more flexible than that," Hermione said as Daphne slid to the ground, her legs slightly under 180 as they pushed out in front of her. "Don't…." Hermione muttered as Daphne placed her hands behind her head rocking backward before kicking upward. It was a valiant attempt at a bridge up, but Daphne still ended up flat on her back.

"Sorry…." Daphne squeaked quickly jumping up.

"She must be getting flustered," Millie said as the rest of Daphne's routine came off a bit stilted, wobbling a bit as she balanced on one foot.

"Nicely done Daphne," Liz said.

"Good job, Daphne," Hermione said.

"Thanks," Daphne said.

"Ok Tracy you're up," Liz said.

"I think Mille should go first," Tracy said.

"I called you Tracy," Liz said.

"But once that tubbo tries and fails…." Millie said.

"You will still need to try out," Liz snapped. "Now get moving."

"Ugh, fine…." Tracy groaned. "Hold my cloak, fat ass," Tracy said, throwing her cloak at Millie.

"...Oh my," Hermione gasped.

"Jealous runt," Tracy said dressed in a silver and green cheerleading outfit with green pom poms in her hands. The skirt did little to hide the softness of her thick thighs as they rubbed together as she walked forward her posterior swaying widely.

"Um, Hermione is it just me or is Tracy actually looking a little husky," Millie whispered to Hermione.

"No, it's not just you," Hermione said.

"Merlin, she got fat," Daphne said as Tracy began a simple routine that was more bouncing and moving her arms than actual dancing with slightly less offensive cheers than Pansy.

"Daphne…." Hermione sighed.

"Sorry I can't help it," Daphne said softly. "But she is quite thick." She added as a red-faced Tracy began to pant her body jiggling as she slowed as the routine went on.

"Go Slytherin the Greatest of the Hogwarts 4," Tracy screeched loudly throwing her pom poms in the air before hunching over hands on her knees as she struggled to breath.

"You ok Tracy," Liz said.

"Yeah, just gotta," Tracy said, collapsing on the grass. "Sit down for a minute," she groaned, flopping on the grass.

"Fine," Liz said pointing her wand at Tracy. "Solvo," Liz said.

"Don't," Tracy squeaked, putting her hands on her stomach.

"What did she do," Hermione asked.

"That's an unfastening charm, Tracy must have…." Daphne explained as a slight bulge appeared below Tracy's chest a slight rounding on the tight-fitting shirt. An additional slight bulge could be seen around the top of her skirt.

"What the hell did you do that for," Tracy screeched.

"I was trying to help you breathe," Liz said.

"Stop helping," Tracy grumbled, scrambling for her cloak.

"Ok, Millie you're up," Liz said.

"Watching the fat ass …." Tracy began to say as Millie removed her cloak revealing her hard work. The green skirt was just as long as Tracy's but her thighs looked strong in the blue bike shorts, she was wearing. Her green and yellow top fit snugly on her thick, but flat stomach, and covered her developing chest. The blonde's arms looked toned, in the sleeveless top, while a blue hair band held her hair back.

"Yes, I guess it is still a little big," Millie said looking over her shoulder at her ample posterior. "But I think I carry it well," Millie said.

"You're still fat," Tracy grumbled as Millie just shrugged.

"So are you," Daphne said, while Tracy just grit her teeth and clenched her fists.

"Ok Millicent show me what you've got," Liz said.

"Ok," Millie chimed, thrusting a fist into the air.

"Alright how is everyone doing today," Millie yelled.

"Good," the group replied.

"Great," Millie said, doing a cartwheel. "Now Give me an S," she yelled, forming her body into an S," she said. "L," Millie said before jumping into the air and kicking her legs up to form an L shape. "Y," she yelled holding her arms out. "T," she yelled, moving her arms. "H," she said holding one arm up as she bent over to make the letter. "E, R, I, N." Millie cheered as her contortions continued, some in the air and some on the ground.

"What's that spell," Millie cheered. "Slytherin!" Millie said signaling Matthew. "What's that mean?"

"Alley oop," Matthew said, launching Millie into the air.

"Victory!' Millie yelled, throwing her arms and legs out before Matthew caught her.

"What the bloody hell was that," Tracy snapped.

"Cheerleading…" Millie said nervously pressing her fingers together.

"Obviously," Pansy droned. "But where did you learn how to do that."

"It's all Hermione's fault," Millie said.

"Hey, all I did was help you train, it was your mom that got you in touch with those cheerleaders," Hermione said.

"Yes, but…" Millie said.

"You're still fat, and we can't have fat girls on the team." Tracy said glaring at Millie while thrusting her chest out.

"Well I know I'm still kind of heavy…." Millie said.

"Knock it off Tracy," Liz said.

"But Liz…" Tracy began.

"I will post the list later," Liz said leaning in to whisper in Tracy's ear. "She's the same size as you, and carries it better so I wouldn't go around calling her fat anymore."

"There is no way she is smaller than me," Tracy hissed stomping her foot.

"Millie, what size dress do you wear," Daphne asked.

"I dunno a 10….," Millie said.

"Hah I wear the same size as you," Tracy said quickly.

"But I can get into some 8's depending on what it is," Millie added.

"And I know you have a few 12s," Daphne said looking at Tracy. "So, knock it off with the fat remarks."

"Shut your mouth traitor," Tracy growled, storming off.

"Well that happened," Pansy said. "I mean I knew she gained some weight but man did she get fat. I guess that means Tracy is the fattest 4th year now," she said before Millie smacked her on the back of the head.

"Argh, really, can you say anything without insulting anyone," Millie growled.

"Stupid, Millie, stupid Daphne, Stupid Pansy, Stupid Mom, they will pay," Tracy growled. "I wouldn't be like this if mom hadn't forced me to work all summer. And what the hell was that with Daphne and Pansy, dam traitors," she grumbled her boiling temper cooling to a mere simmer as she passed the Dementors at the gate of the castle. "Well at least you guys make me feel better," Tracy said looking up at the floating vision of death, the icy cold feeling familiar and comforting to her. As the creature looked at her with its faceless hood a thought passed through her mind. "Yes, it will take cunning and hard work, but if she can change, so can I. Thank you, for cooling my rage," Tracy said before leaving the creature.

Break

Slytherin Cheerleading Team

Senior team members

Liz Tuttle- Captain

Pansy Parkinson- club president

Daphne Greengrass

Hermione Granger

Millicent Blustrode

Matthew Krylieght- token boy

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Tracy Davis- Manager

Junior team members

Anna

Belle

Elizabeth

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Astoria- Manager

"Hermione, I made the team," Millie gasped as she began hopping up and down.

"Congratulations Millie," Hermione replied. "I knew you could do it."

"What is this," Tracy shrieked, staring at the list in abject horror.

"The roster," Liz said.

"But…." Tracy stammered.

"Look, the other girls put together more impressive performances," Liz said.

"But Pansy…." Tracy said.

"Is fine as long as she keeps her mouth shut, and I'd rather not annoy Malfoy right now," Liz said. "Look at least this way you are still part of the team and will have a leg up for next year." she added putting a hand on Tracy's shoulder.