So I am most likely going to update every weekend, unless I get sudden bouts of inspiration and can't help but post a chapter straight away.
Very little Evan Rosier action yet, sadly she doesn't really bother noticing the guy until her 2nd year. However the holiday is here for Hermione, meaning a lot of interaction with the Dark Lord.
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They Shoot Slytherin's Don't They?
The rest of the school year passed with little incident.
Well little for someone like Hermione.
It had spread through Slytherin that she was to be looked after, something the other houses seemed to frown upon.
The few Ravenclaw acquaintances she had started to shun her because they didn't like the way the Slytherins were looking at them. They had told her on multiple occasions that she should just transfer into Slytherin already.
The Slytherin girls were not happy with this development, they thought that Hermione was some sort of a harlot sleeping with all the boys.
She was 12, spent her entire time in the library, and refused to talk to any of the boys, preferring to hex them. She couldn't fathom the logic behind what the girls were saying. Even though it should have been clear after a while that Hermione had no interest in "their boys" as they had called them, they continued to harass her.
They only whispered insults at her when they could, they did not dare say too much in front of her protectors, or as she liked to think of them, stalkers.
Fenwick had tried on some occasions to talk to her, but his girlfriend had stopped him from doing so many times. That was if he wasn't met with a wall of Slytherins circling Hermione.
She thought they were being ridiculous with their actions, but she had managed to escape getting any more letters from her father by allowing them to protect her. She still made their lives a living hell by telling her father of the dangers of the castle she had to face alone. Or hexing them, avoiding them, or running away from them.
So her only friends at the end of 1st year was a ghost and her books, she was really sick of it.
Her father was not in for a pleasant summer.
On the Hogwarts express she was forced to allow the 3 Slytherin boys of her year to sit with her. The two other Slytherin boys of that year didn't have the incessant need to bother her like these three. She only remembered one of the other boys in that year, and Severus Snape had his own girl to drool after. Not that any of the Slytherins surrounding her ever drooled, thank Merlin.
When she arrived at the platform she was met with her father who asked her if she had a pleasant trip.
"It was a bit lonely." She answered, knowing the three boys were able to hear her.
She noticed that a few of the other moms that were picking up their kids, stood nearby fawning over her father. If it hadn't been for the crowd, they would have probably already assaulted him.
His eyes narrowed "What do you mean?"
"Well I sat all alone in the compartment the entire trip."
"I just saw Rosier, Mulciber and Avery following you out now." Ah so that was their names, she would most likely forget their names again pretty soon though.
"Yeah they joined me just before I got off the train."
His gaze flickered behind her, and she could feel the fear emanating from the boys in question. Hopefully they would be punished by their parents and not her dear old pap.
"Dad can we go home now? I'm tired from carrying my bags around, I wasn't allowed to use magic to levitate them." She saw his eyes narrow by her use of 'Dad' and turn angry when he heard that she had to carry her bags. She could have probably let the boys carry them for her, but she had bolted before they had a chance to offer, it wasn't really their fault.
She couldn't help how much she liked getting Slytherin's and Death Eaters in trouble. The only thing that rivaled how much fun it could be was getting her dad mad. Nothing made her happier than combining the two, and honestly they were making it rather easy for her.
Suddenly she heard a pop next to her, and her favorite creature in the world stood next to her.
"Noddy!" she exclaimed with a smile, hugging the little house elf. Uh oh, by the look on her dad's face she was in trouble now. He had never condoned her affections for her little house elf, he wanted her to torture the poor creature, not hug it. Her best friend took her bags quickly, and with a pop had gone back to the house to extract everything from her bags.
"Come on Daughter of mine, I wouldn't want more shame to be brought on my name by staying here and letting this little tirade continue." She hated it when he called her childish. Maybe some of her actions were, but that was the only way she knew how to get attention from him. However, being nice to Noddy was not something she did to spite him; she did it because it was the only being in the world that kept her company. The only one that seemed to see her as something other than a ticket to her father's good graces, and she loved Noddy for it.
"Fine Dad." They stared at each other in anger for a while, the surrounding Death Eaters and children scared to move to attract either Riddle's attention.
"Have a nice summer!" was shouted across the crowd, and it broke the silence and uncomfortable tension. She turned to see where the noise had come from, and saw Fenwick with a huge smile waving at her. She couldn't help but blush and give a small wave back, ignoring her father who was about to blow up from repressed anger.
Hermione looked up at Voldemort, rolled her eyes, and walked through the barrier keeping platform 9 ¾ separated from the muggle world.
He might have been able to punish or admonish her when he was surrounded by his followers, but he couldn't afford to do anything against her in front of hundreds of muggles. The ministry could only look away and ignore what he did for so long before they had to take action. Pulling out a wand and hexing your daughter in front of a crowd was not something that could be ignored. Hopefully he would calm down by the time they got home.