Authors Notes:

1. Don't hate me for making Umbridge the Headmistress. You'll be glad that it isn't McGonagall soon enough.

2. All witches and wizards have powers (of course) but it is very rare for a exceedingly strong powers to appear.

Chapter 2: The Wizard and I

All around the room, large stacks of books jumped up and down or simply fell over as the seventh year charms students attempted to levitate them, but non-verbally and wandless. Madame Umbridge walked around the classroom, observing the failed attempts in disgust. Ron Weasley's books rose into the air for a split second before dropping to the floor, and causing a loud ruckus. Harry's had taken on the job of a ping pong ball, and were bouncing around the room, ricketting off of floors, walls, desks, and unexpecting students. Luna was blue in the face from trying, but had only managed to rip the front cover off of the top book. Their professor (and headmistress) had all but given up on the prospects of the entire seventh year class when her line of vision drifted off to the back corner of the room, where Mr. Potter's books seemed to have hit an invisible force of some kind, and were now fighting to find a way through. Hermione Granger stood along in the far corner, surrounded by a ring of floating open books, bent over her desk working on some paper or another and looking up once in a while at a book for information, not paying any attention to the hyperactive texts trying to gain entrance to her secluded section. Madame Umbridge gaped at the girl, who was easily performing a task than her peers couldn't seem to comprehend. This was the one she had been looking for.

Whatever books had found their way into the air crashed to the floor when the bell rang. Students gathered their things and raced down the hall, anxious to get to lunch. A pale blonde boy bolted out the door, chased by a set of bouncing books as Harry stood by the windows laughing. Luna, giggling in her fake, bubbly way, wrapped herself around Harry's arm, and the two set off for the Great Hall.

Hermione, on the other hand, took her time leaving. She gathered up the parchment she had been working on, packed all her things in her bag, and then set her mind back on the levitating books. Making sure that each was closed and facing the right way, she motionlessly stacked them back up perfectly, deactivated the shield she had set up against her classmates' books, and slowly her way to the door.

"Miss Granger," Madame Unbridge called after right before she exited the room. "May I have a word with you?" Hermione turned back around and approached the desk.

"Miss Granger, you have no idea how many years I have waited for a gift like yours to appear."

Hermione was taken aback. Sure, she had always had a knack for magic—what kind of talented witch wouldn't—but she never though that someone would spend year hoping for it.

"Miss Granger…Hermione…I just want to tell you that if you keep working as you should, there is a very good chance that a place in the ministry is ahead of you. Why, my dear, I believe that the Wizard could make you his right hand man. I'll owl him at once, dearie, and tell him of you. With a talent like yours there is a definite chance that if you work as you should, you can have a wonderful effect on our world. You'll change the wizarding for good."

"Now run along my dear. You don't want to be late for lunch."

Hermione lay in bed that night, her mind buzzing with excitement. She couldn't believe what Madame Umbridge had told her. In France, she had been shunned, and indeed cursed because of her powers, here she was revered for them. After spending years trying to suppress and hide this quirk of hers, it was invigorating to finally be able to step out of her box and be able to set her mind on the future. This strong talent of hers could get her into the ministry, in with the Wizard, and could give her the chance of a lifetime. The chance to give halfblood witches and wizards the life they could never have in other countries. If hard work was what it would take to change the magical world for good, then that's exactly what she would do. She'd do what ever it would take to meet the Wizard. She was sure that unlike everyone else, with his wizardly wisdom he would be able to see past her green skin. He was the Wizard after all. She could hear him now, telling her just what he thought.

"Hermione," he'd say, extending a hand warmly. "I have heard much about you from Hogwarts. Madame Umbridge has been just raving about you. And I from what I can tell, she is completely right. You are definitely a girl on whom I can rely"

I'm sure that's exactly how we'll begin, Hermione thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep. We'll be the perfect team, the Wizard and I.

As usual, Hermione ate alone at breakfast. It was something she was used to and had come to accept. Students tended to vacate the table a quickly as possible when she sat down. Even Nessa seemed to be avoiding her. Whenever Hermione tried to talk to her, Nessa would give her some snide remark about living in her books and flaunting her powers, turn her nose up, and wheel herself back over to her friends. Harry had sat down across from her for a few moments before being dragged off by Luna.

Right on time, a cloud of owls flew in and packages began to drop from above. Hermione paid them no heed, having yet to receive a single thing, and thus was quite surprised to see an envelope fall on her plate. Hastily, she broke the seal and opened the letter. It was from her father.

Hermione,

It is good to know that you are keeping an eye on your sister. Don't let you eye stray from her, as she of course is still not comfortable with this change in herself. I still don't understand why with all these problems in your world you don't just come home, but since you won't listen to me, I won't say anything else about it. Just promise me that you won't let the extent of your, well, abilities show anymore. We don't want anymore troubles than we already have. Your sister has been through enough. Take care of Nessa and send her my love.

-Father

PS Your mother says hello.

Hermione crumbled up the sheet of paper and dropped onto her plate. "I love you too, father," she said to the empty space around her, her voice practically dripping with malice and sorrow. Everyone loved Nessa, the perfect daughter. Never mind the other. She had only caused them trouble.

I'll show them, Hermione thought as she grabbed her bag and headed to class. One day, when I'm with the Wizard they'll be proud of me. One day soon, everyone will love me for all I've done and all that I'll do. Nessa won't be so ashamed to have me for a sister. One day I'll know why I have this gift, or curse, whatever it may be. It's only a matter of time. They'll see!

After yet another long day of stares and whispers, Hermione was once again behind the bed curtains, cuddled under the blankets, dreaming of her future with the Wizard. Looking in disgust at the external source of all her problems, her green skin, a smile stretched across her face as an thought formed in her head.

One day, I know he'll say to me, "Hermione, you are such a superior girl. And correct me if I'm wrong, but shouldn't a girl who's so good inside have a matching exterior? Now since wizards and muggles alike seem to be absurdly fixated on the color of or skin, would it be all right by you if I de-greenify you?"

Now don't get me wrong. That's not important to me. But really, with an offer like that how can one refuse. So of course I'll reply "alright, why not!"

From her on out, I'm unlimited. My future is unlimited. It may sound crazy, but I promise that some day they'll be a celebration throughout the magical world that's all to do with me. Not that it's important to me or anything, but still.

I'll be up top one day! The Wizard's right-hand man, that'll be me. I'll be happier than I've ever been in my life, though, of course I'd never show it. One must keep their cool when on the top. It'll be that way for the rest of my life and I'll want nothing else till I die. I'll be held at the highest esteem by all. We'll be magic's greatest team, the Wizard and I!

LYRICS:
Did that really just happen?
Have I actually understood?
This weird quirk I've tried
To suppress or hide
Is a talent that could
Help me meet the Wizard
If I make good
So I'll make good...

When I meet the Wizard
Once I prove my worth
And then I meet the Wizard
What I've waited for since-- since birth!
And with all his Wizard wisdom
By my looks, he won't be blinded
Do you think the Wizard is dumb?
Or, like others, so small-minded?
No! He'll say to me,
"I see who you truly are -
A girl on whom I can rely!"
And that's how we'll begin
The Wizard and I...

Once I'm with the Wizard
My whole life will change
'Cuz once you're with the Wizard
No one thinks you're strange!
No father is not proud of you,
No sister acts ashamed
And everyone has to love you
When by the Wizard you're acclaimed
And this gift - or this curse -
I have inside
Maybe at last, I'll know why
When we are hand and hand -
The Wizard and I!

And one day, he'll say to me, "Hermione,
A girl who is so superior
Shouldn't a girl who's so good inside
Have a matching exterior?
And since folks here to an absurd degree
Seem fixated on your verdigris
Would it be all right by you
If I de-greenify you?"

And though of course
That's not important to me
"All right, why not?" I'll reply
Oh, what a pair we'll be
The Wizard and I...
Yes, what a pair we'll be
The Wizard and...

Unlimited
My future is unlimited
And I've just had a vision
Almost like a prophecy
I know - it sounds truly crazy
And true, the vision's hazy
But I swear, someday there'll be
A celebration throughout the land
That's all to do with me!

And I'll stand there with the Wizard
Feeling things I've never felt
And though I'd never show it
I'll be so happy, I could melt!
And so it will be
For the rest of my life
And I'll want nothing else
Till I die
Held in such high esteem
When people see me, they will scream
For half of magic's favorite team:
The Wizard
And I!