Author's note- This story is based off a Harry Potter RP that I did with a friend off and on over the past year. It is a Harry Hermione pairing and Hermione sorted into Syltherin story, but I think I've done it in a way that it is unique. It uses some ideas that I have wanted to play around with for a while regarding worlding building and magic systems in Harry potter.
The BBC Presents
Harry Potter and The Princess of Liechtenstein
Much is known about the life of Harry Potter, from losing his mother and his tragic childhood to his rise to greatness as the one who vanquished Lord Voldemort as he threatened to engulf all of Europe in darkness. However, much less is known about his long-time friend, confidant, trainer, and eventual love of his life Johanna Grunberg, the Princess of Liechtenstein. She was many things, a daughter, a friend, a figure skater, a trainer, a leader of her country, and a lover. But the question still remains, just who was Johanna Grunberg, where did she come from, and what drove her to greatness.
Our tale begins not in the mountains of Liechtenstein, or in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, but with a simple girl British girl by the name of Hermione Granger. Why Hermione Granger, you ask, well for decades some have said that Hermione Granger and Johanna Grunberg were one in the same. Several British families have gone so far to say that Johanna Grunberg has committed the When asked all the royal family had to say was that Hermione Granger was a close friend of the family and that anything else can be considered lies and slander, especially anything coming from the Greengrass, Davis, and Parkinson families. However recently discovered documents along with a copy of Johanna's and others diaries may prove otherwise. So is Johanna Grunberg truly the Princess of Liechtenstein and one who helped merge the magical and mundane worlds together or is she the world's greatest fraud in this new documentary as we follow her life month by month from her earliest days at Hogwarts to her ascension to the throne. Discover and decide for yourself if she is a fraud or a regal princess worthy of praise.
Episode 1- Fated Meeting?
September 1991
"How do I sort students? Easy I talk to them and I put them where they can reach their full potential, even if some don't see it at the time," Hogwarts' sorting hat.
"This is going to be so awesome," a young 11-year-old girl squealed as the Hogwarts express slowly began to roll down the track towards Scotland. "I'm going to learn magic," she exclaimed waving to her parents before the train left the station her bushy brown hair bouncing along with her. "I wonder if magic can do anything about my braces," the girl thought running her tongue over the metal attached to her teeth.
"Hi, can I sit here," a blond-haired girl asked as the cabin door opened.
"Sure," the brown-haired girl stammered her eyes going wide at the girl's clothes.
"My names Millicent Blustrode," the blond-haired girl said holding out a hand.
"Hermione Granger," she replied shaking the hand. "Is there something wrong," Hermione stammered as Millicent stared at her.
"Are you a muggle-born," Millicent asked.
"What's a muggle-born," Hermione said.
"A muggle-born is someone who doesn't have magical parents?" Millicent asked.
"Oh," Hermione said.
"And what are those things on your teeth," Millicent asked pointing towards Hermione's mouth.
Hermione slowly turned red turning away covering her mouth. "Braces."
"What are they for?" Millicent asked.
"Straightening my teeth," Hermione said softly.
"Cool," Millicent said.
"You don't think it's weird," Hermione said softly.
"I don't know you probably think wearing robes is weird," Millicent said pointing to the bright multicolored robe she was wearing.
"So, we're even," Hermione said softly a hint of hope in her eyes.
"Well we are both wearing something weird," Millicent said as someone knocked on the door.
"Um excuse me," round blond-haired boy said opening the door. "But have you seen a toad?"
"A toad," Hermione said looking at Millicent.
"It's my pet, and he got out of his case," the boy said.
"Magic," Millicent said with a shrug.
"Ok," Hermione said before turning to the boy. "No, I haven't seen a toad."
"Thanks," the boy said sadly turning away.
"But I can help you look for him," Hermione said hopping up.
"Yeah, I'll help to," Millicent added.
"Thank you…." the boy exclaimed.
"Hermione, Millicent," the girls said introducing themselves.
"Neville Longbottom," Neville replied.
"Neville what species is your toad," Hermione asked.
"I don't know," Neville replied. "Oh, I hope Trevor didn't jump out of the train.
"Neville, do you live near the beach," Hermione asked.
"No…" Neville replied.
"That means it's probably a common toad then," Hermione said.
"Like the ones I find under trees in my backyard," Millicent said. "They are really tasty if you prepare them right," Millicent added. Neville palled his jaw dropping as he looked at Millicent.
"Don't worry, I promise I won't eat Trevor," Millicent said quickly. "It just means that you might find him in a damp dark place," Millicent added waving his arms.
"Really," Neville said.
"Yes," Millicent said.
"Neville why don't you check the boy's bathroom, while Millicent and I check the girls," Hermione said.
"Do you see him Hermione," Millicent called out.
"No," Hermione said ducking to see behind the toilet. "Do you?"
"No ... wait..." Millicent called out. "Hermione check the sink."
"Ok, wait I see him," Hermione said spotting Trevor as he hopped onto the top of the sink behind her.
"Gotcha," both girls said staring at the toad. With a croak the toad leap first landing in Millicent's hair before bouncing off Hermione's face landing in the toilet with a large splash soaking both girls before jumping out and resting on the toilet. Not to be denied Millicent's hands shot out capturing the toad.
"Trevor," Neville exclaimed as the dripping girls excited the bathroom. "How can I thank you."
The smiling Hermione and Millicent shared a look. "Nothing, that's what friends are for."
Break
"Wow," Hermione and Millicent gasped looking up at Hogwarts as they floated across the lake, the massive castle outlined by the light of the rising moon.
"Scary," Neville gulped as the boats floated through the wall looking up at the sharp spikes of the raised metal gate.
"Cool," Millicent gasped. "It's like a secret entrance."
"It was probably added as a secondary entrance, to bring in supplied across the lake during sieges," Hermione said.
"Nerd, stupid muggle, know it all," a trio of black, blond, and red-haired girls sneered strutting past them.
Hermione sighed dropping her head glancing at Millicent and Neville.
"Meh, what do they know," Millicent said smiling at Hermione.
"What house are you looking to be sorted into," Neville asked.
"I don't know, Hufflepuff would be nice," Millicent said with a shrug.
"Hogwarts a History said that a lot of great witches and wizards came from Gryffindor," Hermione said.
"What about you Neville?" Millicent asked.
"I want to be in Gryffindor like my dad, but I'm not very brave," Neville said.
"Neville, we're 11 we are allowed to be scared," Hermione said.
"Ok," Neville said. "But I still want to be in Gryffindor," Neville said.
"And that is called being brave," Millicent added as they marched up the stairs deeper into the castle.
Break
"Millicent Blustrode," Professor McGonagall called out.
"You can do it Millicent," Hermione said softly watching her friend walk to the front of the Great Hall.
"Hufflepuff," Millicent whispered.
"Hufflepuff you say," the hat said.
"I want to make friends," Millicent replied.
"Friends you say, but you already have friends," the hat said causing Millicent to glance at Hermione and Neville.
"I do…. But we just met…." Millicent whispered.
"Better be Slytherin," the hat bellowed.
"Hey wait…." Millicent protested as the hat was removed and McGonagall pointed to the Slytherin table.
"Hermione Granger," Professor McGonagall called out as the sorting of the first-year students continued.
"Good luck," Neville said.
"Thanks," Hermione replied.
"Hurry up you useless puff," a blond girl said shoving Hermione forward.
"Hey!" Hermione squeaked before slamming face first into the cold hard stone. The hall erupted in laughter
"That is enough," McGonagall roared silencing the great hall in an instant a steely eyed glare roaming across the hall before settling on Hermione. "I do not take kindly to funny business, Miss Granger," McGonagall hissed.
"I… um…. It…." Hermione squeaked fidgeting nervously.
"Today Miss Granger," McGonagall snapped.
"Yes," Hermione squeaked rushing to the front of the Great Hall arms flailing as she nearly fell a second time tripping over her robe.
"Don't be afraid young one," a voice said as the hat was lowered onto her head.
"You're the hat!" Hermione gasped in surprise.
"Yes, and I am going to sort you," the hat replied.
"Can you put me in Gryffindor," Hermione said softly.
"You want to be in Gryffindor because many famous wizards have come from Gryffindor," the hat replied.
"Yes," Hermione said perking up a bit.
"It's true that you could become great in Gryffindor, but you are no stranger to adversity and perseverance," the hat said viewing images of Hermione's time studying, doing well in school and dealing with bullies.
"Yes," Hermione replied sadly. "I don't like bullies," she muttered.
"Then it's time to set you on a path to true greatness," the hat said head. "Better be Slytherin," the hat exclaimed to the great hall much to Hermione's dismay.
"But, that's not what I wanted," Hermione stammered.
"No, it is not, but your true destiny lies elsewhere," the hat said as it was removed from her head.
A dejected Hermione slowly made her way to the green and silver colored tables filled with more glares, and looks of abject surprise than welcoming smiles. "At least, Millicent will be with me," Hermione said softly spotting Millicent at the end of the table.
"It's bad enough we have to take in half-bloods," an older student groaned pointing at Millicent. "But a stinking mud blood, just what is that hat thinking," the student added as Hermione walked by.
"She's not even that good looking either," his friend added.
"Well she is only 11," another student said.
"Um, I'm actually almost 12," Hermione said.
"Did we ask you girl," a boy at the head of the table snapped as Hermione quickly shuffled to the far end of the table anything to get away from the older students.
"Hermione," Millicent called out waving to her friend as the sorting continued.
"Millicent," Hermione said taking a seat at the very end of the table next to her. "Looks like neither one of us got what we wanted," Hermione said softly.
"The feeling is mutual, dork face," a girl with flaming red hair said sneering at Hermione.
"Ugh, the least you could do is keep your uninformed muggle opinion to yourself, like a good little monkey," a girl with brilliant blond hair added with a haughty laugh.
"That wasn't…." Millicent said.
"Did I ask for your opinion, loser," the blond said her blue eyes glaring daggers at Millicent.
Millicent scooted back from the pair. "No," Millicent stammered.
"Hello Tracy, Daphne" a sweet-sounding girl with dark raven black hair said to the red haired and Blond-haired girl respectively causing Hermione to look up.
"Hello Pansy," Tracy said.
"Mind if I join you," Pansy said.
"Sure, just let me make room," Daphne said. "I just need to move the heifers out of the way," Tracy said shoving Hermione and Millicent off the end of the long bench.
"Hey," Hermione protested as she fell off the end of the bench as Millicent teetered on the edge of the bench.
"What are you doing," Millicent cried out.
"Moving your fat but out of the way so the rest of us have some room to sit," Daphne said forcing Millicent off sending her crashing on top of Hermione.
"Hey!" Hermione protested.
"Lose some weight and Daphne wouldn't have to push you," Tracy said as Pansy daintily sat down next to her.
"Why thank you Tracy, and I'm afraid the help will have to do more than just lose some weight.
"I'm not fat," Hermione said.
"And what help?" Millicent added
"Oh muggles, always so poor and deluded, it's a miracle then can accomplish anything," Pansy laughed.
"We're not fat, right," Millicent and Hermione said to eat other before chowing down on the feast hidden underneath the table.
"No, my mom said I was healthy for my age," Hermione replied taking a big bite out of the roast.
"Mine to," Millicent said digging into the feast.
Break
Albus Dumbledore slowly rose to his feet the students slowly stopping and turning towards the headmaster of Hogwarts. "Student's before we end the feast and begin another year at Hogwarts, I wish to remind all of you of the changes that are coming to Hogwarts' this year."
"What changes," a number of the older students grumbled.
"It was in the letter moron," another said as several rolled their eyes.
"First and foremost, is that Hogwarts' is now 9 years instead of seven to add advanced classes for students," Dumbledore explained.
"Oh, come on," was the collective groan from the students.
"Seriously, more school!" multiple students across all the houses groaned.
Hermione had no warning before several feet slammed into her smashing her forward into her dinner. Millicent wasn't much better as her drink spilled all over her clothes. "Argh, I was supposed to graduate this year and now I have to stick around for another 2 years. I don't need any extra schooling. It must be those dam inferior mudbloods, always stinking up the place. Why do we need to be pulled down by the rest of them?" the older Slytherins grumbled.
"They're just surprised by the change," Hermione said looking at Millicent. "They'll calm down eventually, they always do," Hermione added squeezing Millicent's limp hand as she stared at the ground her eyes frozen in shock.
