Disclaimer: as you know I own everything that doesn't belong to J.K Rowling. She is great and I am not! I'm just a sad girl who likes to write.

School Show Down

Our first class wasn't in the main building or even near the stage it was off by the houses. The building wasn't that big but it was big enough.

It held all of us in it real nicely even though from the out side it looked too small. Blaise told me that it was longer then it was wide. There were loads of tables to sit at. We could only sit three to a table Blaise and I sat with Jarral. Blaise and Jarral seamed to really get along and that was cool so the three of us were able to sit and talk while we were waiting for the teacher.

Pansy tried to sit with us but Jarral told her that there was a limit of three people to a table. For once I was thankful to a muggle.

'You can drop that I'm better then you because I'm a wizard shit while you are here because all of us in Wld Majik are all wizards and we aren't afraid to hex the shit out of you.' Jarral startled me because I wasn't expecting that from him or anyone here.

'Look here Jarral in just the last few minutes I've learned that shit isn't what I was always told it was so chill out.' Of course I had to whisper because not every one in this room was able to use magic or even know about it. Jarral looked like he was ready to have a heart attack.

He was about to say something else when a short balding man walked in the room. Every one stopped talking.

'Welcome Hogwarts students and welcome back those who left. Friday we were talking about food chains and how the energy flows...' the teacher went on and on. I learned another thing that I was never told at home. Muggles didn't care about proving magic was real or not but understanding the way the world worked.

We focused more on our history and how things in the world worked because of magic. They didn't they wanted to know how things worked and what made them work the way they did.

Class was much different then potions. Blaise was wrong when he said that it was like potions with more theory. It seamed to be all theory and little potions.

It seamed that class would never end when the bell rang. Our next class was math. I had no clue what it was and Blaise didn't know how to explain that one to me.

In math class we had our own desks. I chose one at the back of the classroom, as did Blaise and Pansy.

Pansy was going on and on about our first class. She kept going on that it was crap as were all muggles. She didn't realize that things were starting to change.

Math was about working with numbers. In the end I was glad that we didn't have to deal with it in Hogwarts because all it did was make my head ache.

Hermione was having fun up in the front row as was her friend Potter. Weasley however was looking like everything was going right over his head.

Even though I had to respect Hermione because she is the Dark Lord's niece that didn't mean I had to like her friends. I was never told I had to so why try?

I never liked Potter since her turned me down in first year. It wasn't such a blow to my pride as was that fact that he chose Weasley over a true wizard such as myself.

Math to was soon over but for me it wasn't soon enough. I thought that math was just like spending hours trying to be friends with the Gryffindors. Plain and simple it wasn't going to ever happen at least not in my lifetime.

I remember the other day when I saw that weird lady in our common room back at school. I didn't hear what she said but whatever she did say was important. Hermione's face was stark white.

I don't know what got me into thinking about her. Other then when Marz asked me about her. She knew what was going on well at least I think she does. And if she doesn't she is good at hiding it from everyone.

One thing I noticed about Marz when I met her at the train station was that she liked to know what was going on and how she could control it. It was something that I once prided myself in.

That was why she feared magic because she could control it. I don't think that it really didn't that what happened this summer had much of an impact on how she viewed magic. There was something that happened before then or even after then.

Next was lunch. I didn't eat much I had too many things on my mind. I was thinking mainly about Marz and what was or had gone on with her and Blaise. I knew that at a point he went to a muggle school but I didn't know he dated there as well.

I remember when I met Marz there was something I liked about her even if she did beat the shit out of me as well as my two goonies. I think it was the fact that one she could beat the shit out of them as well as the fact she wasn't scared to deal with things herself.

My father taught me that as wizards we didn't do things for ourselves but found ways to have others or magic do it for us. I never understood why Crabbe and Goyle enjoyed beating people. But now something has changed thanks to this thing. I know for a fact that my father wont like my new views on everything but like always I will find a way to survive.

Wait what the hell am I thinking? No one in their right mind would respect them not even if they weren't in there right mind would they. That was just a stupid thought that I should never have had.

Never again will I think something that stupid. I mean of all the fucked up things that is the worst thing ever. That's almost as bad as thinking about fucking I'm-too-good-for-anyone Potter.

After all what kind of person goes out looking for trouble. Hell even I know that trouble does not need people trying to stop it but cause it. But around Hogwarts don't even cause it just let it happen. My guess is that this would be the newest form of trouble that even the Dark Lord has no control over.

I wonder when people found out about Hermione and her sister. But most of all I wonder how they found out after all there has been other great witches and wizards that have been muggle born.

Fuck there is even a great wizard that is a half blood. I mean the Dark Lord himself. He doesn't like the fact that he is a half blood but what I don't understand is why does he hate them the way he does if they raised him. On my own defense not that I care what other people think I was raised to believe that they are below me.

I recon that all muggles should die as should the Dark Lord. Mainly the Dark Lord because he is nothing more then an idiot. I mean after all who tries to go out and kill the people that raised you but not go after the one person in our world that loves them and that everyone loves?

Sure it isn't always the best idea to go after Dumbledore but the Dark Lord has and uses magic that Dumbledore doesn't. Dumbledore is too much of a goody-goody to use lots of magic.

The real reason I liked Marz was that somehow I could tell she was a witch or at least had our blood. Even if she didn't use magic she still has it flowing through her veins.

When I first met Hermione I felt there was something special about her other then her magic. I used her blood as a justifiable reason to tease her but I think the truth is I didn't want to see her hurt or used by the Dark Lord as I am.

Even when I thought she was a mudblood I admired her. I admired her strength, her wisdom, and her courage. I think I admired her in the way a person admires something they shouldn't. Of course I didn't let anyone know the truth.

Over the years I've grown to like her even more. It really grew in third year after she slapped me. It was a shock because no one ever dared to hit me.

My father wouldn't even hit me because I was the Dark Lord's heir. Just because he couldn't hit me he found many ways to make me feel pain.

What no one knows is that I hate my father. In a way I always have but I really started to hate him this summer. This summer he took from me the only thing that really mattered, my mother. She wouldn't do something for him so he killed her.

If there were a way I would prove that he did it. Unfortunately one thing he learned was to cover all his tracks so there was no way anything could be traced back to him.

There was one thing father forgot about it was that I learned all his tricks. There were things my father doesn't realize I learned.

From him I learned to hate and even kill, the main thing I learned from him and that was to hide what I really feel. For more years then I care to admit it has helped me.

The truth behind the matter is I hate my father but I respect him. The main thing I don't agree with is the fact that he will leach himself on to some one to save his sorry ass.

He told me a long time ago that Malfoy's always did whatever it took to gain and stay in power. What I don't see is his power all I see is a great coward.

Hermione's POV

I tried to talk to Marz after her talk with Blaise but she wouldn't speak other then those few words to Harry. This was the first time I really began to think Day could be right but if I told him that I would never be able to live it down.

Harry was the one who told me to leave her alone. For once I felt that I knew nothing about the person who was meant to be my twin. Her and I used to talk about everything but now I was shut out.

All in all it was something I never wanted to experience but I guess I had to in order to learn.

One thing I did learn that I didn't like was that my sister and I are growing apart. Upon realizing that, I said that I had to go to the library.

I ran as fast as I could anywhere but to the library. I stopped just outside of Water's house. I didn't know what prompted me to go there but I felt an odd pull in that direction.

Walking inside I ignored anyone that I didn't know and even members of my school. I felt a pull to the far side of the common room.

There was only one room this side of the common room. There was no nameplate on the door so I began to wonder if one of our students were using it or not.

Cautiously I opened the door. As soon as I saw who was inside I wish I hadn't. Inside was Draco Malfoy. He was sitting on the floor reading a book.

It wasn't a shock seeing him reading but seeing him with his shirt off. Normally people would say all those years of Quidditch have paid off but what work out does a seeker get compared to beaters or even chasers?

All he had to do was fly around looking for a small golden ball and then try and catch it. What kind of work out does a person get doing that? In his spare time he must work out there is no other way to explain how well built he was.

I didn't realize I was checking him out until I looked up to see him staring back at me. I instantly felt my cheeks go red.

'What are you doing in my room?' It took me a minute or two to understand what it was he said.

'I went for a walk because I had to get way from people and ended up here. Malfoy can I ask you some things that I think you might be able to help me.' Malfoy nodded but looked shocked that I wanted his help.

I sat on the floor next to him, which shocked him even more. 'There is something going on with my sister and for some reason I feel you know what it is and you know about Marz and I being adopted.'

'You are right something is going on with her. The thing that is real sad is it does not deal with just her it deals with all of our kind. This summer she was attacked by Death Eaters and those that attacked left her to die. Since that night she has had a strange fear of magic. Because of that fear she broke up with Blaise and that is why he stormed off when you and your friends showed up.'

I was shocked at all Malfoy had just said. Now that I look back I see where she left clues about her fear but she never came out and said it out right.

'Malfoy how did you find out?' I felt odd finding out about my sister's biggest fear from some one that has teased me as far back as I could remember.

'First off call me Draco if we have to act like a united school we can at least go by first names. As to your question I have my sources on all sides including light. Or what you call the light.'

I sat and talked with Draco a while longer. It was surprising that without our friends we got along real well.

I learned that Draco was a person just like the rest of us. In other words he had his fears as well as his loves.

'Hey Draco it's time for class. Come on I'll show you where it's at.' Draco and I stood up and walked out of his room laughing at some joke he told me. It was a stupid joke that I can't even remember but it was cute in a funny way.

We walked out of the house talking like we were old friends. Some people were looking at us like we were weird and I thought it would bother Draco because he was the kind of person who cared what people thought. He however didn't care.

We continued this way until we reached the classroom. In the room already were Harry and Ron. They glared at Draco once they saw him.

I gave Draco an apologetic smile, which he returned. The smile was small but it was much better then the smirk he normally wears.

I took my normal seat next to Ron and Harry. Neither one saw what went on between Draco and I.

It was easy to call him Draco instead of Malfoy but I had to be careful what I called him around Harry and Ron because they wouldn't understand.

In a way I have become much more mature then them but then again I always was in a sense. I think what I really loved about them was that they were immature for me as well.

It was good to be able to have some one who is your friend do the things that you can't. Sometimes I wish I could do it myself but that isn't always the best idea.

I was shocked when Draco took the empty seat to my left. I was even more shocked when Draco winked at me.

Harry and Ron also saw him wink at me and glared at his as if in an instant he would die under their looks. Too bad for them he didn't.

The teacher walked in just as the boys stopped glaring at each other. She was a fat, ugly, old lady that spoke with an Irish accent. She seamed to have the idea of who failed as soon as you walked in the room.

What I didn't like was she thought that I would be one of those people that fail just because she wants to.

Wouldn't she get a shock when I didn't fail? The one thing that I pride myself on is my grades.

The teacher was going on about short stories and the types of techniques used to get a response from the reader. I however could care less because I could recite it off in my sleep.

Half way through class a note slid on my desk. Without knowing whom it was from I opened it thinking it was from Harry who was sitting behind me.

Hermione

Is it just me or does this teacher hate you? I never thought I would see the day a teacher hated the great Hermione Granger.

Meet me in my room tonight there is something I want to talk to you about. It is important!

Draco

I wrote Draco back telling him that I would meet him on one condition. He could only talk and no teasing or that kind of thing.

I looked over to see him nodding. I sent him a small smile. Which luckily for me no one saw. Well I thought no one saw but it appears Marz did.

The rest of class went by faster then I ever remembered it ever going. When class was over I went to the library to see what books it had on ancient Egyptians.

There wasn't many books and all that they did have I've read before. I decided to read them again anyway because I might have missed something.

I grabbed a book called My Life as an Ancient Egyptian. The book was a little picture book but it did have information in it that could help. I took the book to a table in the back of the library.

In the center of the table was a faded journal. Thinking some one left it there I decided not to touch it.

I started reading the book I grabbed but it just wasn't what I wanted. I don't think it was going to have what I wanted. However the thing that kept sticking out in my mind was the old journal.

Grabbing the object of my fascination. Looking at the cover there was nothing that made it look like it belonged here.

On the cover was an ankh. The ankh was painted silver but the paint was fading as was the words on the cover.

People were running around on the streets like there was no tomorrow. They were wearing strange clothing that looked like it went out of style years ago.

They were crying to some goddess that never returned their prayers.

They felt that their gods had left them what they didn't know was that the gods were seeking help where they could. The only place that the help could be found was in a time that has yet to come yet has already pasted.

History has changed and must change back. The time isn't known but it never was nor should it be. But a man found it so evil that even the god Set fears him.

He is set to do something that the gods fear he will secede. If he secedes then all of magic will cease, as it is known.

The fate of magic lays in the hands of a young child who has yet to learn all about magic but tries to learn it fast and well. The child has also been in the way of danger since they learned that there is magic.

But now their friends will be of no help. The only help comes from one that fears magic and another who tells lies.

I sat down the journal just in shock. It wasn't just a journal but a huge clue. I knew it was talking about me but who were the other two.

I didn't have much time to think about it because this half of study hall was over and I wanted to see Wld Majik perform once more. I grabbed the journal and took off to the stage area.

I met up with Acid just out side of the stage area. He was calm about this only because he does it every day and doesn't care if there was twenty people or twenty thousand people.

When I asked him where Marz was he didn't say anything but shrugged his shoulders. For a moment he looked like he didn't care. But in his eyes he was worried.

'Acid can you start without her I mean you must have a song or two without her.'

'Hermes your right we have some songs we can do without her but what if she doesn't show up at all?' I knew he was really worried but what could be done?

'I have an idea! If she doesn't show up I'll sing for her after all I know all the songs.'

Acid smiled I knew that it was one of the few times he does. Acid seams to think that smile is only for when evil people are plotting something.

AN: I'm back from camp!! It was lots of fun but there were to many birds and too much bike riding. Guess what?!?! Holidays are here that means two weeks off from school!