Gryffindor Princess, Slytherin Prince.
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It's bigger! It's better! It's back!...
...well one out of three ain't bad.
Finally, after an e-mail which got me off my backside and - well, back onto my backside, but in front of the computer typing, I've started this story again. I had a slight problem which turned into a major problem. A very big, huge problem.
Someone who shall remain unnamed told me to stop writing this fanfiction, and all fanfictions, basically. I took the stories down and put them onto a floppy disk because I frankly was unsure about what to do. And then I lost the floppy disk. And then I found it, formatted. And my entire story was lost. *sobs theatrically*
But it's OK now. I remember the plot, I remember mostly what had happened, new characters etc. so I'm going to try and write it again. I hope I can improve it as well, make it more realistic and not move the plot too fast. I've been through a load of stuff about writing skills since then, so I can only try. If you liked a particular character or scene from the first one, tell me and I'll make sure to include it. Many, many names will be different, but I'll keep the whole Snape/OC romance. It'll soften him up and give my plot an unexpected twist which shall remain unexpected.....*cackles evilly*
Everyone, please give HUGE thanks to Lana and Triana for making me repost it. If you just review *hint hint* and say thanks, then I'll pass your thanks on to them.
Oh, and if the person-who-shall-not-be-named-for-their-own-health is reading this and still wants me to stop, I have but two words to spare them.
Screw. You.
Now, on with the story!
~~Redone with italics~~
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Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. Nope. Not me.
"..." = talking
'Italics' = thoughts
Italics = dream sequences
For this story, prefects are made in their sixth year, and people in their sixth year are sixteen/seventeen. I'm putting Hermione's birthday in September and Draco's in January (I think the iciest month of the year for him.) If anyone knows when Ron's birthday is, please tell me!
Everybody happy? Good.
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I see a girl, running through the forest. This forest...it's familiar somehow. Where do I know it from? It is...it is the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts! So who is this girl? She does not go to Hogwarts, that's for sure. Her hair...it's so long, and its blue, the colour of midnight. Her eyes...they are a wonderful deep colour, which changes in the light. I can't be certain what their true colour is. But wait...she is crying! Her eyes, they are filled with tears. Why is this girl sad? She is so silent, so fast, and yet she can barely see because she is blinded by tears! She is not from Hogwarts. Maybe I can go to the library when I get back there, find out who she is. And find out why she wears such a long dress and yet is faster than the unicorns? Wait, she is slowing. That is good, maybe now I can get closer. She has come to the clearing, where the unicorns play. There they are! And, they-they are bowing their heads to this girl?! Why? Who is she, that even the purest of animals bow with respect! She is turning, searching for someone. Who? Her eyes, they've found what they're looking for. Me? She is searching for me? Why? Wait, she is saying something!
"Awaken, my daughter, my soul, my princess." What strange words, and what a beautiful voice! But why is she saying them to me? I feel a bit....strange. Maybe I shouldn't have read 'Hogwarts, A History' again last night. It makes me so tired, and then I have weird dreams.
"My child, my heart, please listen. Please, awaken, reveal your true powers. You are needed, to help the three children. The Child of Light is pleading for you, the Child of Love is searching, the Child of Hope, unconsciously praying. You are needed. I command your powers to awake!"
I feel even stranger. Why am I feeling like this? I feel...warm. And more powerful. And so sleepy. Perhaps I should go to sleep...What am I saying? This is a dream!
Wait, everything is fading. Maybe I am falling asleep. Good, because I need to go to the library tomorrow and find out about this. She is saying one last thing, and...wings? Where did her wings come from? What is she saying?
"Please help them, my child, my Hermione."
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Hermione Granger woke up with a start. 'What a weird dream,' she thought, rubbing her eyes. She turned to stare at the clock. "7 o'clock. On a Saturday. It's too early to get up now." She turned over to go back to sleep, and froze. 'Blue? Where did that blue come from? It's...blue hair? This gets weirder and weirder!' Hermione sat up and stared at her hands. They were still small and elegant, but now they were very tanned. "I didn't get this much sun when we went to Spain, did I?" she asked herself. Alarm bells started ringing in the back of her mind as she stared at the length of the hair on the bed. "Oh no." Hermione leapt out of bed and scampered over to the mirror, shaking her hair away.
What she expected to see was a small, quite skinny girl, with long, bushy brown hair and dark brown eyes.
What she saw was a much taller girl, slim, but not too slim. This girl had waist-length dark blue hair, and strange eyes. They didn't seem to be any colour she recognised. She was extremely tanned, and had a shocked look on her face.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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Hermione's parents, busy downstairs preparing a healthy, low-sugar breakfast were startled by a loud scream coming from their daughter's room, followed by a thud.
"Hermione!" John Granger dropped a spatula and sprinted upstairs, closely followed by his wife. They stopped, shocked, in the doorway to Hermione's room, staring at the girl on the floor.
"John," whispered Elizabeth gently as they stared into a face that they hadn't seen since Hermione's birth.
"I know. We'll have to tell her, and hope that she understands." John picked Hermione up and sat her on her bed. "Come on 'Mione, wake up." When this didn't work, he whispered something in her ear. Hermione woke up and sprinted downstairs, tripping up over her pyjamas.
"What did you tell her?" asked Elizabeth curiously.
"Oh, just that there was an owl downstairs with a very thick, very heavy, potions book."
"That was a nasty trick," scolded Elizabeth as Hermione slowly came upstairs.
"Dad, don't ever do that again unless you want me to hex you," she complained as she curled up in between her parents on the bed. She fell silent, staring at her hands.
"Hermione," started Elizabeth gently. "We have something to tell you, which might explain your new look." Hermione looked up in shock and interest.
"Yes?"
"Well, maybe you should eat something first. Get dressed and come downstairs, and we'll tell you after breakfast." Elizabeth got up and left the room, followed by John.
"It's too early on a Saturday for this," she complained, picking up a sleeping Crookshanks and throwing him on the bed. "Crookie!" she complained. "You've covered my clothes with orange fur." Crookshanks opened one eye lazily and stared at her, before closing it again. Hermione picked out a long denim skirt and a blue blouse. Somehow, she didn't think her jeans would fit.
"Mum! Dad! Is breakfast ready?" she asked, walking slowly downstairs. A small owl fluttered madly around her head.
"Pig! Oh, calm down you silly bird," she said, grabbing the small owl and taking the letter tied to its leg. "If you come with me there might be something for you," she told the owl, who hooted excitedly.
Hermione,
How's you're holidays going? Harry and Sirius are here with the rest of the Weasley clan, and we were hoping you'd be able to come join us! I'm going mad with all the Quidditch talk! Hermione, I really do hope you come. Congratulations on being made prefect! I knew you would be! I borrowed Pig off Ron to send this; please send an answer back.
Love,
Ginny.
"Pig!" she squealed as he anxiously bit her finger, waiting for her to let him go. Hermione dropped him and ran for a quill.
Ginny,
I don't know if I'll be able to make it. I've got a lot to do, but I'll try.
Love,
Hermione.
Hermione tied the letter to Pig's leg, thinking of the youngest member of the Weasley family. Ginny had helped them with their 'adventure' last year, proving a valuable asset to the Wonder Trio, and becoming Hermione's closest friend and confidant at the same time. They had joined together to research new spells for Harry and Ron to learn, and together they had prevented an attack on Hogwarts. That had been the hardest yet.
"Pig, take this to Ginny," she ordered the tiny owl, giving him an Owl Treat. Pig hooted in response and flew away.
"Hermione, breakfast's ready!" called her mother. Hermione went through to the kitchen and sat down. "Mum, do you think we could go to Diagon Alley on Monday? I need a research book." Hermione picked at her food nervously.
"Hermione," scolded her mother gently. "Eat your breakfast, don't pick at it. And we'll see. We might be busy on Monday."
"Why? Mum, if it's anything to do with this, then just tell me!" Hermione leapt up as she spoke, and a gust of wind blew the plates off the table.
"What just happened?"
"Hermione."
"Mum, the tables broken!"
"Hermione."
"What did I do?"
"HERMIONE!"
"What?" Hermione looked up at her mother. "You know what I did, don't you." It wasn't a question, and Elizabeth slowly nodded. Hermione sat back down.
"Did you ever wonder why you had no brothers or sisters? Or why you were the only witch in the family?" Hermione nodded. "That's because," Elizabeth took a deep breath. "That's because you're not our child, Hermione. You're not even properly adopted. You were given to us."
Hermione's eyes were wide with shock, and she was trembling. "By who?" she managed to whisper.
"Albus Dumbledore."
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Woohoo! One chapter done! So, what does everyone think? It is slightly different from the first one, but the plot is basically the same. Oh, and will people tell me if they want me to put the Dobby/Winky romance in again?
Please, have pity on me. See the little button that says 'review'? Press it, type in a few words about what you think, say thank you to Lana and Triana, and then press submit. I'll try and get another chapter out soon.
