A/N: Well I'm back kids! Sorry for the wait. I got up here on the 24th
and thought 'Well damn I can just set up my computer and sign on.' Boy was
I wrong... I hadda wait for three days for Res Tech to get their bums up
here and sign me on to Oneonta's network. It SUCKED! But I'm back now and
ready to write you all a really good chapter.
Chapter 13 - Broom Rides, Cats with Scars, and Dreams
"She's a strong witch Tom. Stronger than me, stronger than you," Rhiannon said cautiously, thinking that he might hurt her for what she said. Instead he just listened and wait for her to continue, "Young Mister Malfoy is strong as well. Can you imagine when they have children? Can you imagine the power those kids will have?"
"Rhiannon I am well aware of my daughter's strength, as well as Malfoy's. Why do you think I choose him for her instead of someone like Goyle's son?" Tom spat at her.
"Tom..."
"Rhiannon!" he yelled at her, "Our daughter will be the most important witch that ever lived..."
***
Harry was flying around the Quidditch pitch by himself after hours. He'd been bothered by Malfoy's words to say the least. He had lost Hermione to his greatest enemy and his nemesis at school. Hermione! Of all the people. He loved her, and not in that friendly sort of way. He was planning on saying something to her this year on the train to Hogwarts. He'd even gotten Ron to give him the okay, which was a trouble onto itself. Hermione would never be his now, ever. And like a moron he had thrown her out. She came to him, with hopes of possibly remaining friends despite her new situation, and he threw her out. It'd been the shock of course, he didn't know what to do. It was like someone telling him his parents were alive, except that was good and this, well this was very, very bad. Harry pointed his broomstick down to the ground and dove at break neck speed, pulling out just about 5ft off the ground and stopped and floated down a little and dismounted his broom.
"Pretty good Potter. But you were probably born with a broom in your hand."
He hadn't noticed her until now, he'd been up so high and it was so dark, how could he have seen her sleek form walk onto the pitch. Her black hair was shining in the moonlight, her eyes were big and blue, her new Slytherin uniform clung to her in all the right places and her robe, had it been white would have made her look like an angel, instead of the devil she turned out to be.
"What are you doing here?" he asked out of shock.
"I saw you walk out here from my window. And Draco was sleeping. I wanted to talk to you Harry," she said. To Harry, just hearing her say his name, his first name, the way she had so many times before, was enough.
"Why would you want to talk to me Hermione?"
"I never wanted it to come to this. I didn't have a choice in who my real parents are, no one does. I'd hoped we could stay friends. I could have stayed on your side, I would have fought against my father with you Harry," he opened his mouth to say something looking so hopeful but she stopped him by continuing, "But you threw me out Potter," she said sadly, "You rejected me Harry. I loved you and Ron dearly. But you never loved me did you? I was just a brain, just someone who you two could get homework off of, right Potter?" she spat. "You crossed the wrong family now Potter. I'm Hermione Riddle," she said proudly, "And I am marrying Draco Malfoy. And when the war starts, which mark my words Potter, it's coming... I'll be on the other side now. They welcomed me without question Potter, something you and the Weasel didn't do until after a certain troll incident. Goodbye Harry Potter," she said kissing him gently on the cheek, "I'll see you on the battlefield."
She turned around and walked away from him. Her words still fresh in his ears, stung his heart hard.
***
She was in tears when she got back to their common room. Draco was sitting and reading with a pair of silver glasses on when she came in and collapsed on the floor. He shut his book abruptly and rushed over to her shrunken form.
"What's the matter Mia?" he said with a voice full of worry.
She looked up at him, and giggled.
"Oy now! First you're crying now you're laughing. Geeze woman! Make up your mind!" he said with mock anger.
"You look cute," she said and when she was met with a strange look, "You have glasses on. I didn't know you wore glasses."
"Yeah well," he said embarrassed, "I try not to." He picked her up from the floor and brought her into his room which they shared with an intent smile on his face.
***
Transfigurations would always be her favorite class. McGonagall looked at her cautiously, more like she always looked at Malfoy. It had broken Minerva's heart to find out that her most prized student was who she was and that she was now a Slytherin. Minerva McGonagall didn't have favorites, she didn't favor one person over another, but that had changed when she met Hermione, and now that had to change. Hermione's attitude had not changed towards McGonagall though, she was as studious and congenial to her as she ever was. But inside, Minerva knew she was different and would be fighting a different war now.
"You are all of age in the wizarding world," Professor McGonagall began that morning, "If you have the ability, you will become animagi this year. As many of you know, I transfigure into a tabby cat. You must register with the Ministry and pass a test. Today I will be transfiguring you myself into what could possibly be your form. Mr. Malfoy," she snapped to get his attention, "You will go first."
Much to Draco's dismay and Hermione's delight, he became a ferret again. When he sat down next to her again, she could hear him mumbling something about being able to will himself to be something other than a ferret, but Hermione was not paying much attention to anything other than the mental image of Draco as a ferret and her own giggles.
"Miss Riddle," McGonagall said, "It would appear to be your turn."
Hermione walked up to the front of the room. She stood perfectly still as McGonagall said the spell that would make her change. Her form slunk to the ground as a black cat, with deep purple eyes. Hermione looked up and around and meowed at everyone in the room. Draco seemed to be staring at her forehead and she started to paw at it, thinking maybe something was there. She noticed Harry was staring at the same spot, thankfully McGonagall turned her back She walked back to her seat next to Draco, who was sitting looking her.
"What?" she asked.
"Should I start calling you 'Scar head' too?"
"What? Draco Malfoy what are you talking about?"
"Hermione, when you were up there just now. You had white fur in the shape of a lightning bolt on your forehead. Just like Potter's."
***
Harry was asleep in the Gryffindor dorms. He would have liked to been peacefully asleep like he was minutes ago, but his dream was keeping him from smiling. It had started out all well and good. It had begun on the platform of the Hogwarts Express. He was with Ron and they had spotted Mione (who looked like her old self, brown eyes, brown hair) and boarded the train together and found the compartment that they usually occupied. Ron had found some excuse to go off and find Ginny or something else while he left Harry and Hermione to themselves. Harry confessed his love to Hermione and at first she was warm to the idea, she even said she had feelings for him to. Everything was going right, until the annual visit from Malfoy. Malfoy walked in throwing his usual insults at Harry but was smiling so sweetly at Hermione. Ignoring Harry completely, Malfoy sat down between the two fo them and turned to Hermione and told her, her entire life story. About how she was Voldemort's daughter, and that she was to marry him. Harry sat and waited for Hermione to smack him as she had some many times before, but the smack never came. Inside she got up, kissed Harry goodbye and walked out of the compartment with Malfoy.
Then in his dreams, Harry flashed forward months to a great battle raging in Hogwarts. He had just killed Voldemort and should have been the hero, instead he was met by Hermione, eyes red black hair messy and matted to her face with sweat and blood. Her wand was drawn and pointing right at him. Malfoy stood behind her, beaming with pride as he told Harry,
"You may he killed the Dark Lord. But our side was victorious. You won the battle Harry Potter, but you lost the war. You should bow to us."
"He's not worth it Draco," Hermione said, never taking her eyes off of Harry, "Avada..."
Harry woke up with a start, the scar on his head surging in pain. It would never come to pass Harry thought to himself. Hermione may be a Riddle now, but she would never...
Chapter 13 - Broom Rides, Cats with Scars, and Dreams
"She's a strong witch Tom. Stronger than me, stronger than you," Rhiannon said cautiously, thinking that he might hurt her for what she said. Instead he just listened and wait for her to continue, "Young Mister Malfoy is strong as well. Can you imagine when they have children? Can you imagine the power those kids will have?"
"Rhiannon I am well aware of my daughter's strength, as well as Malfoy's. Why do you think I choose him for her instead of someone like Goyle's son?" Tom spat at her.
"Tom..."
"Rhiannon!" he yelled at her, "Our daughter will be the most important witch that ever lived..."
***
Harry was flying around the Quidditch pitch by himself after hours. He'd been bothered by Malfoy's words to say the least. He had lost Hermione to his greatest enemy and his nemesis at school. Hermione! Of all the people. He loved her, and not in that friendly sort of way. He was planning on saying something to her this year on the train to Hogwarts. He'd even gotten Ron to give him the okay, which was a trouble onto itself. Hermione would never be his now, ever. And like a moron he had thrown her out. She came to him, with hopes of possibly remaining friends despite her new situation, and he threw her out. It'd been the shock of course, he didn't know what to do. It was like someone telling him his parents were alive, except that was good and this, well this was very, very bad. Harry pointed his broomstick down to the ground and dove at break neck speed, pulling out just about 5ft off the ground and stopped and floated down a little and dismounted his broom.
"Pretty good Potter. But you were probably born with a broom in your hand."
He hadn't noticed her until now, he'd been up so high and it was so dark, how could he have seen her sleek form walk onto the pitch. Her black hair was shining in the moonlight, her eyes were big and blue, her new Slytherin uniform clung to her in all the right places and her robe, had it been white would have made her look like an angel, instead of the devil she turned out to be.
"What are you doing here?" he asked out of shock.
"I saw you walk out here from my window. And Draco was sleeping. I wanted to talk to you Harry," she said. To Harry, just hearing her say his name, his first name, the way she had so many times before, was enough.
"Why would you want to talk to me Hermione?"
"I never wanted it to come to this. I didn't have a choice in who my real parents are, no one does. I'd hoped we could stay friends. I could have stayed on your side, I would have fought against my father with you Harry," he opened his mouth to say something looking so hopeful but she stopped him by continuing, "But you threw me out Potter," she said sadly, "You rejected me Harry. I loved you and Ron dearly. But you never loved me did you? I was just a brain, just someone who you two could get homework off of, right Potter?" she spat. "You crossed the wrong family now Potter. I'm Hermione Riddle," she said proudly, "And I am marrying Draco Malfoy. And when the war starts, which mark my words Potter, it's coming... I'll be on the other side now. They welcomed me without question Potter, something you and the Weasel didn't do until after a certain troll incident. Goodbye Harry Potter," she said kissing him gently on the cheek, "I'll see you on the battlefield."
She turned around and walked away from him. Her words still fresh in his ears, stung his heart hard.
***
She was in tears when she got back to their common room. Draco was sitting and reading with a pair of silver glasses on when she came in and collapsed on the floor. He shut his book abruptly and rushed over to her shrunken form.
"What's the matter Mia?" he said with a voice full of worry.
She looked up at him, and giggled.
"Oy now! First you're crying now you're laughing. Geeze woman! Make up your mind!" he said with mock anger.
"You look cute," she said and when she was met with a strange look, "You have glasses on. I didn't know you wore glasses."
"Yeah well," he said embarrassed, "I try not to." He picked her up from the floor and brought her into his room which they shared with an intent smile on his face.
***
Transfigurations would always be her favorite class. McGonagall looked at her cautiously, more like she always looked at Malfoy. It had broken Minerva's heart to find out that her most prized student was who she was and that she was now a Slytherin. Minerva McGonagall didn't have favorites, she didn't favor one person over another, but that had changed when she met Hermione, and now that had to change. Hermione's attitude had not changed towards McGonagall though, she was as studious and congenial to her as she ever was. But inside, Minerva knew she was different and would be fighting a different war now.
"You are all of age in the wizarding world," Professor McGonagall began that morning, "If you have the ability, you will become animagi this year. As many of you know, I transfigure into a tabby cat. You must register with the Ministry and pass a test. Today I will be transfiguring you myself into what could possibly be your form. Mr. Malfoy," she snapped to get his attention, "You will go first."
Much to Draco's dismay and Hermione's delight, he became a ferret again. When he sat down next to her again, she could hear him mumbling something about being able to will himself to be something other than a ferret, but Hermione was not paying much attention to anything other than the mental image of Draco as a ferret and her own giggles.
"Miss Riddle," McGonagall said, "It would appear to be your turn."
Hermione walked up to the front of the room. She stood perfectly still as McGonagall said the spell that would make her change. Her form slunk to the ground as a black cat, with deep purple eyes. Hermione looked up and around and meowed at everyone in the room. Draco seemed to be staring at her forehead and she started to paw at it, thinking maybe something was there. She noticed Harry was staring at the same spot, thankfully McGonagall turned her back She walked back to her seat next to Draco, who was sitting looking her.
"What?" she asked.
"Should I start calling you 'Scar head' too?"
"What? Draco Malfoy what are you talking about?"
"Hermione, when you were up there just now. You had white fur in the shape of a lightning bolt on your forehead. Just like Potter's."
***
Harry was asleep in the Gryffindor dorms. He would have liked to been peacefully asleep like he was minutes ago, but his dream was keeping him from smiling. It had started out all well and good. It had begun on the platform of the Hogwarts Express. He was with Ron and they had spotted Mione (who looked like her old self, brown eyes, brown hair) and boarded the train together and found the compartment that they usually occupied. Ron had found some excuse to go off and find Ginny or something else while he left Harry and Hermione to themselves. Harry confessed his love to Hermione and at first she was warm to the idea, she even said she had feelings for him to. Everything was going right, until the annual visit from Malfoy. Malfoy walked in throwing his usual insults at Harry but was smiling so sweetly at Hermione. Ignoring Harry completely, Malfoy sat down between the two fo them and turned to Hermione and told her, her entire life story. About how she was Voldemort's daughter, and that she was to marry him. Harry sat and waited for Hermione to smack him as she had some many times before, but the smack never came. Inside she got up, kissed Harry goodbye and walked out of the compartment with Malfoy.
Then in his dreams, Harry flashed forward months to a great battle raging in Hogwarts. He had just killed Voldemort and should have been the hero, instead he was met by Hermione, eyes red black hair messy and matted to her face with sweat and blood. Her wand was drawn and pointing right at him. Malfoy stood behind her, beaming with pride as he told Harry,
"You may he killed the Dark Lord. But our side was victorious. You won the battle Harry Potter, but you lost the war. You should bow to us."
"He's not worth it Draco," Hermione said, never taking her eyes off of Harry, "Avada..."
Harry woke up with a start, the scar on his head surging in pain. It would never come to pass Harry thought to himself. Hermione may be a Riddle now, but she would never...