Title: The Bermuda Triangle
Summary: A plane crashes near the Bermuda Triangle and apparently all on board are killed. All, that is, but a mother and her daughter. The Triangle's magic transports the two into the Forbidden Forest and questions arise when the young mother leads her teenage daughter to the school—everybody thought the Gryffindor was dead, but she's here now and her daughter has curly blonde hair and is sorted into Slytherin. What is going on here?
Pairings: Past Hermione/Draco…present Harry/Ginny…who knows what else…
Author: Silver Sparklze
Started: 7th September 2003
Reason For Writing: This story was started as a challenge issued by Sage: The Dark Dryad. Let it be known that I NEVER turn down a challenge…*Ash's sister* LIAR!
Author's Notes: This chapter is dedicated to Fairylights2159 for knowing that the quotes came from 10TIHAY
Frisha: Thanks, that makes me feel really good about myself. Here's the next chapter, enjoy. J
Skyleia: Yeah, I can't wait until that scene. But I'm not sure how I'm gonna write it…I'm not a very funny person…I'll just have to do my best, I suppose.
Fairylights2159: Yeah, uh…she is thirteen. She doesn't really act that childish, does she? I mean, I act like that sometimes…and I'm sixteen…*is worried* But anyways, yeah, I love the movie 10 Things I Hate About You. It's sooo funky.
Sage: The Dark Dryad: Uh…I answered that for you already…I think…and I'm pretty sure I mention why he broke up with her in a later chapter…but I'll tell you anyway. He's a DE, so he can't be seen with a muggle-born…short version, anyway. You'll read the long version later…
Princess Brittny: Ok, here you go!
"Shut it!" Hermione yelled. The first years subsided at once, looking shocked. Hermione grinned. "Thank you. As you know, this is HOM, and I am you new teacher, Hermione Granger. Please, call me Hermione. I'll keep looking over my shoulder if you call me professor." The students all began to whisper at that comment, and Hermione held up a hand. "Do I have to yell again?" She asked. The first year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors shook their heads quickly. "Good. Now, today we will begin a new topic. But first, I'll take the roll. Raise your hand when I call your name." She read out the Gryffindors first.
"Avery, Kathie," A dark-skinned girl with colourful beads in her dreadlocks raised her hand, giving Hermione a gap-toothed smile. Hermione ticked her off.
"Bunny, Selena," A girl with silver-blonde curls and dark blue eyes blinked sleepily, was nudged by the redhead beside her, and raised both hands in the air. Hermione smiled.
"Burnaby, Tyler," A blonde boy with sparkling brown eyes and a tan raised his hand.
"Crypta, Jordan," The dark-haired boy raised on hand languidly, his dark brown eyes bored.
"Longbottom, Frank," She blinked at the name, and grinned at the boy who raised his hand.
"Parker, Taylor," A black girl with straight black hair hanging to her waist, and starry blue eyes raised a hand. Hermione ticked her off, and raised an eyebrow when she saw the next name.
"Parker, Tyler," The dark-haired, dark-skinned boy sitting beside her, who had the same sparkling blue eyes, raised a hand.
"Potter, Delilah," The redhead who had awoken Selena raised a hand, her light brown eyes sparkling.
"Potter, Mina," Her twin raised a hand also, her eyes as green as Harry's. Hermione wondered about this, considering as an identical twin, she should be exactly the same as Delilah. Then she noticed the difference in the nose, and the skin tone. Delilah had Harry's slim, straight nose, but Mina's had a slight upward tilt typical of the Weasleys. Delilah had freckles all over her nose and arms, but Mina's skin was clear and creamy, like Harry's.
"Weasley, Daniel," The last Gryffindor, a freckled boy with flaming red hair and a mischievous grin raised a hand. "Great, all the Gryffindors are here, now, the Ravenclaws." Hermione looked at the list.
"Ai, Minnie," A gappy toothed curly haired blonde grinned, waving instead of raising her hand.
"Amar, Haruka," A scowling boy raised one hand.
"Chang, Li," A girl who looked exactly like what Hermione would imagine Cho would have looked like as a child raised her hand.
"Hino, Rei," A girl with short black hair piled up into a loose ponytail raised her hand, rolling her eyes.
"Kamen, Darien," A dark haired boy raised his hand, blue eyes fixed on Hermione.
"Kino, Makoto," The brunette raised one hand, her green eyes still firmly fixed on Haruka dreamily.
"Mizun, Amy," A dark haired girl with pale blue eyes raised a hand, eyes still on her book.
"Redcliffe, Damien," A dark haired boy with equally dark eyes raised a hand slowly and thoughtfully.
"Stone, Mal," A pale boy with long light blonde hair, which was pulled back in a ponytail, raised one hand.
"Tigon, Greg," A dark haired, pale skinned boy raised a hand, and Amy looked up, grinning happily.
"Good, we're all here." Hermione closed the book, and smiled at them all. "Now, today we're about to begin a new unit on…the Salem Witch trials." Hermione raised an eyebrow. She hadn't done the Witch trials until her third year.
"But we're still doing the Goblin Rebellion…aren't we?" Selena asked, looking upset and confused.
"We've been doing the Goblin Rebellion for two terms, Sel!" Delilah exclaimed.
"Precisely! I'm quite tired of it!" Amy added.
"But I've only just begun to understand!" Selena wailed. Hermione held back a chuckle.
"Well, I'm sorry, Miss Bunny, but regardless of your recent grasp on the topic, we must move on. Now, I thought it would be fun if we actually acted out the time period, and, perhaps…I might even allow us to go back there, and take a look for ourselves," Hermione did allow herself to smile then, "But first, let's enact out the scene in which Betty Paris and Abigail Williams discover their powers of perception."
"Hey, I thought we were doing History of Magic, not Drama!" Mal Stone said. "I don't want to!"
"Mr. Stone, you can be Betty," Hermione said, grinning.
Jillian felt her eyes close, as Professor Potter droned on and on about Werewolves. Well…to be fair, he wasn't actually droning, it's just; Jillian had heard it all before. Mum was very vocal on the subject of Werewolves for some reason, and the one time Jillian had mentioned that other people thought Werewolves were heartless monsters, Mum had gone totally ballistic. Jillian had hidden in her bedroom for three hours afterwards, at which time Mum had finally come in, and apologised for being so angry.
"I have actually convinced our resident Werewolf to come in and speak to us about his own turning, so if you would be so kind as to pay attention," Professor Potter's eyes seemed to say 'that means you, Jillian', so Jillian sat up properly, and tried to focus.
She blinked when Remus Lupin arrived. The rest of the class looked rather surprised as well.
"Yes, Professor Lupin is indeed a Werewolf. Have none of you ever wondered why you don't have classes after the full moon?" Professor Potter's green eyes twinkled merrily, as did Lupins' golden ones.
Now that she knew Lupin was a Werewolf, she could see the signs. His golden eyes and tired yet youthful appearance were a dead give away. Werewolves lived for longer than normal people, so they often looked no older than 35 for as long as ten years.
Jillian jumped as Anne-Marie Parkinson (the girl who'd been sitting on the other side of her the night before last) stuck her hand in the air, and waved it around.
"Yes, Miss Parkinson?" Potter asked.
"Uh, Professor Lupin, where do you go at the full moon? Does it hurt to transform? How come you never take classes the day after the full moon? How come you don't have a girlfriend? Did you teach my mum when she went to school?" Anne-Marie babbled.
"So many questions, Miss Parkinson," Lupin said, his golden eyes sparkling in amusement, "Which one should I answer first?"
"Any of them." Anne-Marie said, bouncing up and down in her seat. Jillian idly wondered why she wasn't a Hufflepuff, before returning her attention to Lupin.
"Well," Lupin began, "First things first. At the full moon, I stay in my office. Yes, it hurts a whole lot to transform."
Liar. Jillian thought, According to Mum, it hurts more than a 'whole lot' to transform. And I agree. After all, your whole body would be changing shape! Just imagine!
"I don't have a girlfriend because I don't want one at this time." Lupin continued,
Another lie. The pain in his eyes when he speaks of such things says otherwise. Perhaps he's been unlucky in love, just like Mum.
"And yes, I guess taught your mum, was she Pansy Parkinson?" Lupin questioned,
"Yup." Anne-Marie affirmed, nodding her dark head quickly…
Hmm…now who do most of the 1st year HOM students remind me of? I'm such a loser! I couldn't think of any other names!!!