When she was young, the Grangers knew there was something odd about their child. It was not just how she every now and then defied the laws of nature but also the glint in her eyes as she did it. At first, they were worried. Did their baby have a mental disorder? What else could it be when their little Hermione would watch air as if it spoke to her.
How she would whisper lovingly to the trees and wear fallen leaves.
That fire craved to be near her.
And in the water she glowed.
So when a robe-wearing, magical-claiming woman said that their little girl had magic, they immediately believed them. This Wizarding World confused them, but it was clear little Hermione was a part of a different world.
It... just wasn't the Magical one.
I curse the day Naruto and Sasuke decided they weren't going to be the only "super-duper ridiculously powered heroes of Team 7". So what if I didn't had a giant ball of chakra in my stomach or a stupid overpowered pair of eyes? My fists had treated me fairly kindly, but noooooo, I had to get swept away in the idea of being soooo strong. Look where it got me! In an another fucking world with goddamn magic? I need sake. The girl glared at the air, willing it to summon her dumb boys, just that so she could yell at them some more.
It started with pretty promises. The middle had a long journey with jokes and firecamps. The end was peaceful and fun.
Hey boys had figured that if Hidan could -have a violent god in his corner, she could have a goddess in hers. So they, the three of them with no supervision (and that lead to wild nights and secrets she would never tell) went looking for the right one, who also had to exist. Because if there was a fucking rabbit goddess, there had to be more. And there was. Seikatsu. Life.
Life took her literally by the hand and said she would be a good choice. At the time, she thought that meant to be a priestess to. Now, she knew different. It was not a sudden switch in life. Sakura actually lived to be very old with a very stubborn husband.
Then she died and saw Seikatsu again.
Uchiha Sakura was now Hermione Granger-Uchiha. Yes I am keeping the Uchiha there, I fucking had my heart ripped out for that bastard. I have earned it.
Living life as Hermione was different. She still had chakra and her priestess powers and didn't that confuse the fuck outta of my new parents and oh she had magic now. Her, a witch? Ha. What a trip.
"Hermione, you can't just glare into the air." A voice floated around her, wispy and light. Now that she was a new person, Seikatsu deemed it enough to talk to her everyday. "You have to go get your stuff for school."
Seikatsu was right, time to face the hordes.
"Look it's a muggleborn." "Look a clanless kid."
"And its muggles!" "And its civilians!"
"How dare that mudblood walk around like it has a right." "Isn't it funny that the clanless kid think it's going to be a ninja?"
Hermione closed her eyes and for a second saw a different but nonetheless prejudice scene and a different set of parents. Then, she held her eyes up high and walked like the warrior she was. The professor, Mrs. McGonagall, led them to a bank, so that they could convert the money. A bank run by fucking goblins, wow. Hermione studied the creatures for a second, analyzing all that she could. They in return stared her back, questions in their eyes. It's almost as if they can sense I am different.
The wind fluttered around, dancing through her hair as always.
She shrugged and paid attention to the talk around her as carefully as she could, absorbing knowledge like a good little ninja. A smirk played at her lips, noticing that these magicals seem to not train physically. Is magic even worth the effort? Then she dismissed that thought, because she was bored with being a regular civilian. Might as well also prove a thing wrong to these fuckers.
Let it be known her master taught her in more than just the ninja way. Tsunade taught her to burn the dumbasses down and add the ash to her collection. So, she will do this magic thing. And she will do it damn better than any of them.
Hermione had almost a year until she would go off. Bright nature-filled eyes gleamed in satisfaction. She had a wand, a pretty cool one at that (I mean dragon string? DRAGON STRING?), but chakra didn't need no conductor so her magic won't use one either. Even if it is sooooo much harder.
And master everything she did.
With a lot of spite.
Now dance, fucker, dance, man, he never had a chance.
Oh did those light forest eyes gleam.
Hermione self-isolated from anyone on the train, using one of those niffy spells. She just didn't want to talk to anyone just yet.
Later came a hat with a song. She was a Ravenclaw. While she would make a good Slytherin, the hat stated that the house wouldn't be able to handle her. She laughed at that. During the rest of the great feast, she looked up, loving the ceiling. I would love to know the spellwork for that... maybe I could make my room look like Konoha.
Classes went by quick. Her free time quicker. (It should be noted she pretended to use her wand and do those stupid wand movements.)
Soon it was the Holidays. Her parents wrote to her, using the school owls, saying that they were going to be out of the country on business. They apologized deeply and already gave her the presents. She wore the garnet necklace immediately, which reminded her of the Sharingan eyes. Her parents knew her well, and she them, knowing they would love the magical gift she gave them that wrote what was spoke and had never ending ink.
Hermione sat at her house table, casually listening into everyone's conversations. Small talk, serious talk, hateful comments, it was all taken in. That's why she knew of the so-called Boy-Who-Lived and his Friend-Who-Ate planning on finding at about the third floor.
She had thought about looking into it, but then she decided she couldn't be bothered. Maybe this is why Madara lost effort in fighting for free will. That's not to say Imma head out and try to recreate that plan... the small things just don't interest me anymore.
Suddenly tired eyes stared on.
Hermione didn't really have friends. She would occasionally talk to Anthony Goldstein, and she was lab partners with Susan Bones. But that didn't count in her opinion. Compared to blonde-ponytail slaps and shy pale eyes, no one seemed to be a good friend idea. Truthfully, Hermione felt bad about comparing everyone to people lost to the past of her mind.
It did not stop her from doing it. So she closed those tired eyes once again, turned off the melancholy, and opened her bright gleaming eyes to the world once again.
Her past whispered to her still, but she wouldn't hear them.
I can hear you, but I won't.
Soon, the school year was over, and in a completely biased way, Gryffindor won the house cup. Hermione smiled softly at the red-headed twins' excitement and tried not to see blonde. The whole house cup was stupid in her opinion. Apparently, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Neville Longbottom had done something crazily amazing and deserved those points.
Frankly, she did not truly care either way.
Though, seeing the horrified look on Professor Snape's face, she could muster up some happiness for them winning. That man put her through hell, but she still managed to be the top of every class. This led her to be known by everyone in her class, but they never talked to her, always claiming it made sense that a Ravenclaw would be at top (but a mudblood? how did it rise so quickly?).
Still she smiled proudly and hid away on the train ride back.
Author's Note
Hi, yeah, I know this is not what I needed to write. I fully recognize that I have other stories that need updates. Yet here I am. Writing this.
I got stressed because this suddenly online college thing? Yeah, I hate it. Some classes are not meant to be online, and I happen to have two of them.
I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter.
If I did, why would I be writing fanfiction about it? Or ranting about college? No, I am not that lucky.
Also, I mainly wrote this because I really wanted a Sakura-Becomes-Hermione story. I know there is a Hermione-Becomes-Sakura story out there, but it's not the same. So, if you get inspiration from this, please please please please write about it. Make it your own, but run wild with this idea. I am asking because I have a strong feeling I won't get back to this, at least for a while. I have ideas about how it could go, but I also have ideas about how I still have so much homework and probably should work on them.