Here is the next chapter. Please enjoy it and read and review love Hannah xxx

Ron jolted awake with a huge start and almost screamed but he managed not too. He wasn't fast enough however and the slap got him across the face. He did manage to miss the swing of the frying pan only just. "Up boy! Get up right now and make me my breakfast! You useless freak of a boy. Work faster or I'll tell Vernon and he'll get out the belt again. We wouldn't want that now would we? I mean the last time that happened it took hours for you to get the stains off my precious floor!" Petunia screeched at a terrified Ron. Was he having a nightmare? What in the hell was this? He shrieked as another slap hit him and woke up Hermione who screamed her head off but not for the same reason. Vernon was standing over wielding a belt.

"You've really done it now boy! You freak! You absolute freak! What have I told you? No better grades then Dudley and no freakish behaviour and what do you do huh? You do both you fucking bastard!" he snapped lashing out at her getting her back with the belt as she screamed her head off. It was a Saturday and this went on for the rest of the weekend before it finally ended. They were both truly traumatised. They had experienced a mere fraction of the crap Harry had and to say they were scarred for life would be an understatement. A part of the ritual insured they couldn't get it healed either by Madam Pomfrey. No one had been there to heal him when he had needed it most so they didn't get any healing either. It might teach one or both of them some humility and manners.

Ron for the most part had gotten the message and vowed to do better. Hermione however was bitter as all hell about the whole thing. It wasn't her fault this happened to him and it wasn't her fault he'd elected to tell them next to nothing about it. What the hell did he expect? The more she thought about how reckless his death had been the more she thought he may have deserved it for tempting fate and trying to have a relationship with a dangerous man. He wasn't dangerous on purpose obviously but his prison time had made him that way and because of this he was a danger to not only himself but Harry as well. If Harry hadn't been so fucked in the head and had listened to Molly Weasley he'd still be here. That's what fucked her off the most. Molly was like a mother to him. Every summer she had taken him into her home graciously and when she was at the home of Sirius had tried her best to look out for him too. She had not been successful but that truly was beside the point. He should have listened and who knows maybe if he hadn't been such a freak at home they might have loved him more. Everyone should know that you don't ever outclass the child of the people you live with. It's just not good manners.

She couldn't understand why he had always done it there when he was shit at his classes here. Why was magic so different that he sucked at all of his classes except DADA which really didn't count at all as all the teachers they'd had for that class so far had all sucked. She hated admitting it but sometimes in exceptionally rare cases the teacher was wrong. Thinking of this made her cringe internally. She looked for Dumbledore but was told he would be gone for the week. What could he have to do which was so important that he abandoned his school and all of the children who needed him for whatever reason he was gone? Nothing mattered anymore.

Her mood only soured further that night at the feast when Spaghetti Bolognese and Chicken Korma were on the table for dinner. Just who the fuck did the magical world think they were? Those were muggle dinner items and here they were trying to look all cool well it didn't fly right with her and she decided to ask McGonagall about it tomorrow. She was further stunned when many purebloods seemed relieved that these foods were here at all. It was quite ok for them all to hate muggles and everything muggle but they could love the food no problems. They really were thick as two planks sometimes. It made her so mad. They even knew how to twirl their pasta the right way. How was that at all fair? How was she to be better then everyone if they already knew things like this. At this rate she would never be better than them. After the feast Professor McGonagall approached the podium with a smile.

"Good evening everyone. Professor Dumbledore is busy with the ICW this week so I am in charge for now. I wish to let you know of some changes this school will be going through in the next while. You will notice different foods on the tables because the elves wish to include everyone and we thank them for it and wish them well. You will see in the future that we will celebrate Valentines, Samhain, Yule and the festival of lights in the ways of old once more I am so happy to announce. It is time we all included everyone in this process so we may learn and grow together. There will be some curricular changes as well" she said pausing as everyone looked at her with rapt attention something which didn't often happen when Dumbledore spoke as he tended to ramble a lot.

Hermione was furious that the house elves the bloody people she'd been trying to save had been behind the changes to their meals. It somehow made the meals dirty and cheap. Why in the hell didn't they want to be free? Why were they ok being slaves? Why was everyone so blind to that? It really made no sense. What in the hell happened to Christmas and Halloween? What in gods green earth was the festival of lights and why had she never heard of them much less read about them? What was going on at all? Her back still ached from the belt welts on it and she was still bitter about it. More than likely they would scar and she'd have them forever. Great just great! Actually magic would insure they didn't stay there after a few months. It was after all done to prove a point and teach them a lesson. What curriculum changes could possibly be taking place now? Were they going to be cutting out some classes? She suddenly felt faint at the thought of that.

"Years ago some classes were cut from the curriculum that we don't feel should have been so we shall be reinstating them. We shall be reinstating the classes of Ancient studies, Alchemy, Art and Music to all students. You may if you wish take these subjects. There will be an exam in each of them at the end of the year. Please welcome Professor Wesley Clubber who will be teaching you music this year. Thank you Professor for coming here to revive this wonderful subject!" she said as a gorgeous young man stood up and bowed. He had a beard and long brown hair which hung in voluptuous waves over his shoulder in a leather strap. His bright brown eyes sparkled out at people and many girls sighed making Hermione mad. He wasn't Gilderoy Lockhart so why were they all cooing over him? Gilderoy had looked wonderful in comparison. No Ron was all she needed now and no sexy teacher was going to cloud her thoughts. She did not just think that in her head. No she didn't.

"Thank you so much Minerva and thank you everyone. I hope this year we can bring music alive in the school halls once more. My grandfather himself took this class and it was one of his favourites. We will be learning an instrument or using the ones we have internally our voices and put on different performances for the school each month. Please sign up on the sheet outside the door on your way out. Thank you all and I look forward to class tomorrow!" he said in a deep accent which made even Hermione go weak at the knees and hated herself for it. Even Astrid who loved Blaise with all she had was a bit wet at the deep timber of his voice. Blaise would so be getting some tonight.

"Thank you Professor Clubber and we look forward to those classes. Next I wish to introduce a dear friend of mine and Alchemy expert from Maine in the US Professor Alexander Williams" she said gesturing to the professor who stood up and smiled.

"Thank you Minerva and welcome all. I was honoured to be asked to teach in Europe's premier school. It is no secret that outside Asia and America Hogwarts is the best so this is an honour for me. Join me as we delve deep into the silk velvety golden pleasures of Alchemy! Sign up as you leave tonight!" he said chuckling at his own joke as the staff joined in. he was tall with a short mop of salt and pepper hair and a goatee. He looked to be middle aged and very friendly. His accent was a lovely pleasant one and everyone just knew he'd be a great teacher. Hermione didn't find him funny and thought his joke was a bit pointless like him but would of course give his class a go and see what happened.

"Thank you Professor now we welcome Professor Hannah Monroe to teach us ancient studies" she said as the elegant woman stood up and Blaise's mouth fell open. She was very curvy with luscious brunette waves and a bright face. She was breath taking. Although he was so happily married he did enjoy looking from time to time which Astrid never minded only because the same was true of her. Hermione however was pissed off at Ron's amazement as her hair was brunette and no one ever looked at her in that much awe.

"Hermione look her hair is beautiful like yours. Wow she looks pretty like you!" he said confusing her greatly. What the fuck was that about?

"Thank you professor and welcome everyone. I am delighted to be here to teach you all about ancient studies. I take this subject very seriously so only apply for this class if you are willing to put in the work it takes. I will not accept any sucking up or nonsense in my classroom either. If you wish to show off how much more you know then others my classroom is not the one for you. Let me take you a journey through the history of magic in an interesting way this time! I can't believe old Binnsy is still here!" she said rolling her eyes as everyone laughed their heads off.

Unbeknownst to everyone Poppy had hired a friend to exercise Cuthbert and send him on to the afterlife peacefully. He would no longer bore people to death in his classes and the only person who would miss him would be Hermione. She only liked him so much though because no one else did. She thought it mean to hate a teacher even if he'd called her Heather, Harriet, Hannah and Holly on occasion and never got her name right. It was after all a very class with an even sweeter teacher she was just the sole person who could see it.

"Thank you Professor. Finally may I introduce Professor Amira Shafiq who will be teaching you art!" she said as the tall tanned black haired woman stood up.

"Many thanks Minerva. You are too kind. Thank you all for having me. I loved this class in my day and I am so happy to be reviving it. Come join me on the magical easel of discovery as we paint and learn the history of art through magic!" she said as everyone clapped and she sat down.

"Thank you professor. Now as I said all occasions we celebrate will be done so magically. I ask all half-blood students and pureblood students to kindly teach muggleborns how we celebrate these occasions and why we celebrate them this way as they will not understand. If you do not feel you cannot do so kindly then shut your mouth and allow someone more intelligent to do it for you. We don't need to be nasty to others. School lists for these subjects will be available and you will all be free to get your books in Hogsmeade should you choose to take these subjects. Those in first or second year will pay their prefects who will get the books there for them. Thank you all and goodnight!" she said dismissing them all. Hermione's head was swimming with the new information and she hated it so much. Her back ached and now this. Where the fuck was Dumbledore what a mess!