AN: Hi! Welcome to my first ever Hr/D fanfiction. A few comments need to be made before you continue reading this.
1. I'm considering this an AU fic, even though it is set in the HP timeline that JKR has created. This is for several reasons, the most important being that I believe any Hr/D fanfiction has to be AU considering it's not going to happen in the real books.
2. Most of the information in this fanfiction is going to be kept as close to the original book series as I can in most areas except a few, which include the backgrounds of four characters. You will see this later on.
3. Lastly, everything that you recognize of course belongs to JKR. I'm just borrowing them to amuse myself during class instead of paying attention like the good college student I pretend to be.
Well, without further ado, I bring you Harry Potter and the Power of Four
Hermione Granger was bored . After completing all of her summer assignments and checking them over three times, she had come to this conclusion. She was really bored. She thought about going to Diagon Alley to get her new books for the next term, but that idea had two problems. One, she hadn't received her supply list yet, although it should be coming any time now, and two, it had become tradition for her to meet up with Harry and Ron so that they could get their supplies together. Therefore, she just had to find something better to do.
'Well,' she decided to herself, 'just because I can't get my supplies, doesn't mean I can't go find a good book to read.'
With that, she raced down the stairs to begin the long process of begging her mom to take her to Diagon Alley.
Just thirty minutes later, 'a new personal record' she noted to herself, she was upstairs looking for her money purse and robes in preparation for shopping in the wizarding world. After she found all that she needed, she stopped in front of her vanity mirror to brush her hair. Smiling to herself after she finished, she admitted that she was finally happy with her appearance. It had never bothered her much in her younger years, but as all children eventually do, she grew up, and with that came the subconscious urge to worry more about her looks than she had before. With a critical eye, she started at the top with her face and hair. It was usually still as frizzy as ever, but this year the sun had kissed it with a slight golden color, and the weight of its mid-back length pulled it down nicely into springy curls. Going lower, she was happy to see that she was beginning to fill out her clothes in what her mother loved to call "womanly ways". It never failed to make Hermione roll her eyes every time she heard that phrase. On that note, she pulled her robes on over her regular clothes, and headed down to the car waiting for her outside her house.
A short drive later, Hermione noticed they had pulled up beside the familiar entrance to the Leaky Cauldron.
"I'll be back in about 3 hours dear, do you think that will be enough time?" Her mother asked her. She nodded her head in consent. "Alright then, I'll see you around noon then." With that, she pulled away from the curb and disappeared down the street.
Hermione turned around and made her way into the pub that had become her doorway into the world she loved so much. A bit of a walk and a few taps later, she was standing in the middle of the busy streets of Diagon Alley. Smiling to herself, she admitted that she never felt quite as at home as she did in the middle of the wizard world. She lazily made her way towards Flourish and Blots, knowing she had a good bit of time to kill. Not paying attention to where she was going, she accidentally walked into someone, knocking them flat on their back. She immediately reached down to help them up, apologizing profusely. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize…" She stopped however when she realized who it was. "No, I take it back, I'm not sorry." Of course, Draco Malfoy had to pick this day out of all the others to come to Diagon Alley as well. Looking at him, she almost took back her mean comment when she saw what she thought was a hurt look upon his face, but she shook the thought out of her head, and walked away from him, leaving him laying in the middle of the busy street. Draco pulled himself off the ground, brushing his clothes off as he went. "Guess I deserved that one." He muttered to himself. Continuing in the direction he had been heading before he had been so rudely ran into, he made his way to the room he had recently rented at the Leaky Cauldron.
Once there at Flourish and Blotts, Hermione realized that she needed to refill her money purse before she could do any shopping. Usually one of her parents had it ready for her, but this time they must not have realized how low it had gotten. So, she made her way through the crowded street to get to Gringotts.
She walked up to the goblin at the desk and said, "I'd like to make a withdrawal." "Name?" he asked. "Hermione…." she began, but was interrupted him. "Ah yes, we've been waiting for you." He looked throughout his books and then spoke again. "Hermione Prewett, listed here with a note to hold her key here until she comes to claim it. It's been sitting here for quite some time now….15 years I'd say. Finally here to claim it then, Miss?" Hermione had to think fast. Hermione Prewett had to be the only Hermione on the list, otherwise he wouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that. Should she take it? She made her decision. "Yes, thank you." She said, in what she hoped was a convincing voice. "Very well," the goblin said "I'll have someone take you down. Here's your key."
After riding in the cart for what seemed like only seconds, it stopped abruptly and the Goblin hopped out. "Here we are, vault 143. Key please." The goblin placed the key in it's slot, and opened up the vault for Hermione to see. Right in the middle of the vault, was a stack of Galleons taller than herself. Shelves lined the walls and were filled with artifacts and hundreds of books. Trying to seem as if she knew what was in here all along, she casually filled her bag with galleons, and threw a few of the closest books in her book bag. Turning, she smiled at the goblin. "Ok, I'm ready." With that, they made their way back to the surface. Flourish and Blotts long forgotten, she turned back towards the Leaky Cauldron to find a booth so she could sit down and look at the books that she grabbed. After ordering a butterbeer, she began pulling the books out of her bag. In total, she had been able to grab five of them. Two of them seemed to be textbooks of some kind, one looked like a diary or journal, and the last two looked to be photo albums.
On closer inspection however, she realized the last one was actually a yearbook. She opened this one first. She was greeted on the foremost page by a moving version of the Hogwarts crest. 'Well, definitely a Hogwarts yearbook then.' She thought to herself. The next pages held photos of the professors at the time. Dumbledore was among them, as well as McGonagall, although they both looked a great deal younger. Finally, she got to the page that announced "Class of 1978". With a deep breath, she turned the page. Smiling out at her, was a group picture of the Gryffindor 7th years. Surprisingly, she could pick out the faces of Harry's parents James and Lily, as well as the faces of what looked to be a younger Sirius and Remus. Next were the Ravenclaws. While she didn't recognize any of the faces, she did recognize the name Prewett that the Gringott goblin had said. Erik Prewett smiled up at her from his picture on the page, next to a beautiful girl she didn't know the name of. She didn't get any farther however as a voice interrupted her inspection of the pages. "Hello, Granger, mind if I sit here?" Looking up, she saw the face of Draco Malfoy. "Yes, Malfoy, I do. Don't let that stop you however, I'm leaving." Gathering up the books from the table, she started to walk away. "Granger!" She slowly turned around to look at him. "Forget something?" In his hand he held the yearbook she had been looking at. Rushing back, she ripped it out of his hand, turned, and walked out of the Leaky Cauldron. Draco shook his head and sat down in the now empty booth. "Women." He said, shaking his head once more.
Hermione only had to wait outside for a few minutes before she saw her mom coming down the street. Opening the passenger side door, she got in the car, her mind full of questions that she wasn't sure she wanted answered.
Next Chapter: Hermione questions her parents about her heritage, and we find out why Malfoy needs a room at the Leaky Cauldron.
Additional AN: If anyone is interesting in being my beta, let me know. I prefer to have someone read over my stories before I post them.
