Summary: My first attempt at writing a HP story (not including the HP one shot I wrote). There's love. There's hate. There's forcing to forgive and fighting side by side with your enemy. All in all, just another year at Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: I would never be able to write as beautifully as the great JK Rowling does...and I'm not a filmmaker either. So sadly, I don't own anything you recognize. Things you do not recognize, I do own (or you're just not a real fan cause you don't remember exactly what's written in the books :P)
"Albus, are you sure it's them?"
Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, nodded.
"But they are so young"
"They have got old souls Minerva. You know this. Their achievements are not just extraordinary; they are impossible for someone their age."
Minerva McGonagall sighed.
"I suppose you are right. Are we going to tell them?"
"We will Minerva, but not now. There is still enough time before it starts."
"After you've been paired up please change the appearance of your partner and then read chapter 5 on human transformations"
Hermione Granger, who ofcourse had read said chapter ages ago, took up her wand in preparation of the assignment. She hoped to be paired with Harry, whom she had slowly become fond of.
Casting a glance sidewards she caught his grin which she answered with a smile of her own.
Little Hermione Granger had grown up. Her bushy hair had straightened itself out, leaving her with soft curls that danced on her shoulders whenever she walked. In preparation of todays assignment she had tried transfiguring herself, which resulted in an emerald green shine in her eyes instead of the usual boring brown. The years had done wonders for her body too. Her figure was now that of a woman. She had a small waist, breasts that were neither too small or too big for her body and long slender legs.
It was a common agreement among the boys that it was a shame she hid all this under her Gryffindor robe.
"Potter – Weasley"
McGonagalls voice filled the classroom.
"Zabini – Parkinson"
Two sighs were heard. One from Draco, who was filled with relief for not having to deal with that annoying girl. The other from the annoying girl herself, that would do anything to become Draco's girlfriend.
"Malfoy – Granger"
Two sighs again, this time both of desperation.
In all Hogwarts, there weren't two other students that hated each other more than Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. They were rivals in everything. Draco would get a higher mark in Potions and Hermione would be the best in Charms. Whenever one of them was ahead in the race of becoming this years best student, he or she could always feel the hot breath of the other in their neck. They never gave away anything.
"Professor"
"No Hermione, no switching partners"
Hermione sighed, but was interrupted by a familiar snicker.
"Scared, Granger?"
At least he didn't call me mudblood this time, Hermione thought.
Draco was too smart to call her that when teachers were present, though everyone knew that was how he thought about her. An annoying little mudblood.
"You wish"
She grabbed her wand more fiercely and made her way over to his desk.
"You should be"
His eyes narrowed and after a quick flick with his wand everybody started snickering. Before them, Hermione Granger had been transformed back to her old bushyhaired self. Draco knew she had hated looking like that, and he had always teased her relentlessly.
"Welcome back Granger. I always knew that new look was phoney"
Hermione bit her lip, inwardly counting to ten before pointing her wand at him and muttering a quick transfiguration spell.
The whole classroom held their breath while waiting for Draco to transform. Nobody had been able to forget the bouncing ferret Draco had once become.
As the smoke Hermione had conjured cleared up, the first thing people saw was Draco Malfoys head. It didn't look like something had changed about him. His hair was still slicked back, and his face still had the same arrogant look it had always had upon it.
"She should have turned him into an house-elf"
She heard Ron Weasley mutter.
"That would mean he had to serve Hermione for the rest of his life"
Harry replied with a grin.
"He'd probably get turned back by the end of the lesson though"
Neville piped up.
"One can dream Neville...one can dream"
They shared a knowing look before focusing their attention on Malfoy again.
Draco looked at Hermione with an haughty look on his face.
"Couldn't make it work Granger? I always knew mudbloods..."
He fell silent and looked down at his robes.
Usually they were green and silver, the only colours besides black that he felt comfortable in. They were made out of the finest fabrics, not itching his skin or uncomfortable in any way. Yet now he was wearing different robes. They hadn't just changed colour, but fabric as well. He suppressed the urge to scratch his skin and threw an icy glare at everybody who was laughing.
Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prince, was dressed in Gryffindor robes.
"Good luck in Divination"
Ron groaned, but Harry just smiled at Hermione, who just had to tease them for choosing Divination over Runes.
"I still think Trelawny is a fraud"
Ron and Harry silently agreed, while walking the stairs to the Divination tower. In all the years she had been bound to Hogwarts as a teacher, Sybil Trelawny had had one real premonition.
"If she asks for a prediction today I'll predict that she'll never have a real forecast again in her life."
Ron grinned.
"I still don't understand how people can read omens in tealeaves...it's all gibberish to me"
His red-haired friend growled seconds before entering the classroom.
They were wrong. Sybil Trelawny really had the power of foresight, but unfortunately it didn't happen to her too often. When it did happen to her though, there was no doubt about it that they were real. She could see things, happening before her own eyes. Her voice would change, as if someone was using her as a means to communicate. When the premonition had faded, she would faint.
When Ron and Harry entered the classroom, she was in the middle of a very powerful premonition. One they couldn't make sense of.
"Reincarnation...souls...enemy...forgiveness...reincarnation...souls...enemy...enemy...forgiveness..."
Professor Trelawneys eyes rolled in her head, the white of her eyeball visible the second before she fainted.
Up in Dumbledore's office, the paintings started chattering.
The ghosts withdrew themselves from the hallways of the castles, having a private meeting.
And whoever listened very closely, could hear faint whisperings.
Voices, hollow, filled with fear, remembering ancient history.
It has started...
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