Harry Potter and the Raising of the Titanic

Hermione: Hold on. Harry Potter? This story focuses on ME.

T.H. Yuna: Point?

Hermione: CHANGE THE TITLE NOW!

T.H. Yuna: OO;;;;; changes it

Hermione Granger and the Raising of the Titanic

Hermione: Much better!

T. H. Yuna: .......someone please help me!...........

This is my first attempt at Harry Potter fic, so be kind and no flaming. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! R/R! Oh, I don't own Harry Potter or any of the related characters. I own the OCs though, so neh! XD

Side Note: This is based off of a hand-drawn comic called Reality Check! that I am currently working on. Wish you could see it, but I have no way of getting it online as of yet, so sorry about that one.

Spell One: It Might Be the Glasses

The final weak beams of summer sun bathed the Hogwarts grounds in a warm light as the teachers milled about discussing the upcoming school year. Off by himself was Professor Snape, who would rather remain alone than trying to make idle chit-chat with the other professors. Watching intently as the sun fell below the horizon, Snape frowned deeply. They were almost to the school. Another year of snott-nosed, brain-dead students...and Potter.

Little did Snape know that Harry would be the least of his problems. One must keep in mind that a lot can happen in just a few months. In the case of this story, many things had changed. Especially Hermione.

earlier that day

The Hogwarts Express glinted in the bright morning light; its fiery- red color well polished and new-looking. Students of all ages-first years to last years- boarded the majestic train as it sat waiting to depart for Hogwarts. Amongst the clusters of friends catching up on things and parents wishing their children good luck stood Harry and Ron with their luggage.

"No sign of her yet?" Ron said, craning his neck to look over the heads of people.

"Not that I can see," Harry replied, looking at his watch.

"Bloody hell!" yelled a girl not far from where Ron and Harry were. "Could you blasted first years get out of my way?! I'm in a hurry!"

Ron and Harry looked at each other in disbelief. It was Hermione.

"Hey! Hermione!" Ron waved so she could make her way over. "We thought you wouldn't make it on time!"

"Well if it weren't for all these first years....." she growled, glaring at one of them, who fled in fear. "I would have been. But there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

"Are you feeling alright?" asked Harry, looking her over.

"Never better!" she grinned, pushing a pair of glasses up off her nose. "I can't wait to get back to Hogwarts! Can you believe this is our last year?! Oh, I can't wait to get there!"

"To study?" Ron joked. "Pretty early to be thinking about that isn't it?"

"Study?" Hermione laughed, causing Ron to gape. "Why would I want to do a thing like that?"

Before either Ron or Harry could comment on this, the train's whistle blew, calling all students to get onboard. Grabbing up their things, Harry and Ron followed Hermione onto the train and to a vacant compartment. As they stowed their luggage, Ron and Harry whispered to one another.

"I wonder what happened," Harry said, setting Hedwig's cage on the seat. "She's acting really different, don't you think?"

"I don't think, I know something different about her," Ron commented, shoving a blanket over Pig's cage to get him to stop twittering loudly. "Plus, when did she get glasses?"

"Over the summer I guess," shrugged Harry. "But what difference does that make?"

"Dunno," sighed Ron, shoving his trunk into the overhead shelf. "But they just seem...I'm not sure, but somehow just wrong. You know what I mean?"

Harry simply nodded and sat down. The summer had been long for him as usual, but at least he had gotten regular mail from both Ron and Hermione. When he thought about it, Hermione's tone had even changed in her letters, but he hadn't noticed it at the time. Shrugging it off, he got settled in his seat and watched the train pulling out of the station.

"So, how have you been, Hermione?" Ron asked.

"Not too bad," she replied, taking her glasses off to clean them on her shirt. "I got these glasses at a muggle eye-doctor about a month ago. Bloody annoying; I don't see how you can stand them, Harry. How was your summer, by the way?"

"Mine or Harry's?" yawned Ron, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Either's fine," Hermione laughed.

"Mine was the usual bore," responded Harry with a smile. "How was yours, Ron?"

"Just about the same as last summer," Ron started, and then turned to the door. "Aw bloody hell. Couldn't he have waited until we got to the school at least?"

Without a knock or consent from Harry, Ron, or Hermione, Draco Malfoy and his goons barged in. With a sneer plastered on his face, Draco ran a hand through his slicked-back hair and turned to Harry.

"Hello, Potter," he spat. "How was your summer with those muggles you live with?"

"Back off....." Harry started.

"No one invited you into our compartment, Malfoy," Hermione stated in an almost bored tone. "Get out."

"Like I would listen to you, mud-blood," Draco laughed with an evil look at Hermione, but only getting a cringe from Ron.

"I said it nicely," Hermione growled, pointing her wand at him. "I won't be so nice again. Get. Out. Now."

"Or what?" chuckled Draco, looking amused. "Are you going to make me leave?"

"Something like that, yeah," she sneered, knocking Draco off guard. "I hope you like to dance, Draco...tarantallegra!"

Sparks flew from Hermione's wand and the spell hit Draco. Uncontrollably, Draco began to do a rather splendid Irish jig in the doorway. To the torrents of laughter, Crabe and Goyle guided Draco out of the compartment and slammed the door behind them. Hermione nodded in approval and sat back down.

"I believe there will be no further interruptions from him today," she giggled, stowing her wand. "Not with that curse on him."

"Have I reminded you yet that you scare me sometimes?" Ron gasped through his laughter.

"Not yet this year," she laughed.

later at Hogwarts

Slowly, the Hogwarts Express pulled into the station far below the school like a long, weary snake. As the students filed off, now in their uniforms, Hagrid rounded up the first years to take them across the lake in the boats. Hermione led the way to a carriage and nearly knocked down a few second years in the process.

While the first years were crossing the lake and the other students made their way up in the carriages, the teachers took their places at the head table. With a glance to the empty tables, Snape took his seat and glared toward the main doors.

"Can you believe how fast the summer went?" Professor McGonagall said to Dumbledore.

"Too fast if you ask me," Snape hissed to himself.

"Yes, the summer went by quite quickly," nodded Dumbledore with a side glance at Snape.

"Well," McGonagall sighed, noticing the students starting to come in. "I had better go and greet the first years. They should be arriving soon."

As Professor McGonagall took her leave, Snape glared out at the second through seventh year students who were taking their seats at their House tables. Almost instantly, his eyes locked on Harry and his frown deepened.

"Hey, Harry," Ron nudged Harry and motioned at the Head table. "Snape's looking over at you. Well, not looking but more like glaring."

"I'm not surprised," Harry laughed, looking Snape right in the eye until he turned away. "Another year to go with us in his class; probably wished I had died over the summer."

"Well, I for one am not going to take his crap sitting down this year," Hermione smirked, shooting a glare at Snape. "It's our last year and we should enjoy it."

Ron and Harry shared a 'WTF' look as Hermione took a seat at the Gryffindor table and motioned them to sit next to her. Without a word, they complied and sat down just as Professor McGonagall led the first years in.

"Geeze, look at them all," Hermione shook her head and looked at the empty golden plate before her. "The Sorting is going to take a long time and I'm starving."

"You've never complained before," Ron gaped.

"Meh. Things change," she shrugged and watched the first years go by.

The Next Day: Potions Class

The dark dungeon classroom was full of whispering green and red clad students. While the Gryffindors took up the front half of the seats while the Sytherins took to the back and as far away from the Gryffindors as they could get.

Near the middle at their usual table, Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat talking about their classes. But when the door slammed open and Snape floated in, everyone shut up.

"Class," he acknowledged his students. "Open your books to page 342 and read paragraph two."

"Thus is starts," Hermione rolled her eyes and flipped open her book.

"This does not require discussion, Miss Granger," Snape hissed, standing at the chalkboard writing something. "Must I deduct House Points from Gryffindor five minutes into the school year?"

"No Professor," Hermione replied, flipping to the right page in her book.

"Right," Snape turned back to the board. "Now, who can tell me why I had you read that paragraph?"

Turning to face the class, Snape was almost surprised to see that Hermione was not raising her hand and waving it madly in the air. Then again, none of the other students had raised their hands either. Glaring, he crossed his arms and looked right at Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

"Miss Granger?" he called, making all the other students turn to look at her. "Why did I ask the class to read the second paragraph on page 342?"

"The second paragraph on page 342?" she repeated.

"Yes, that is what I told everyone to read," Snape said through narrowed eyes.

"Well, it was about the cure for shark-fish poison right?" she yawned, ignoring Snape's repeated glares.

"Yes it was. Now why did I make the class read that?" he restated his question.

"In case you bite us?" Hermione sneered, making the Gryffindors all laugh and the Sytherins gape.

"No," Snape growled, venom seeming to swirl in his eyes. "We will be having a test on how to make Shark-Fish Poison Antidote just as soon as you get the ingredients..."

"Please just shut up," Hermione muttered to herself and shook her head.

"Five points from....." Snape began.

"Tell someone who cares," she yawned, putting her head down in her book.

Without a retort, Snape went back to writing the ingredients on the board. If Harry and Ron had been confused about Hermione's behavior before, they were completely stumped then. The rest of the class period went by without incident and when the bell rang, Snape made an announcement.

"Seven page essay on the importance of shark-fish poison antidote due tomorrow," he said over murmurs of 'Aw man' and 'Great...' "Miss Granger, I'd like to have a word with you."

"You just did," she said while heading for the door. "See you tomorrow."

Snape watched as Ron and Harry rushed out after her and shut the door. Of all the kids he expect that attitude from, Hermione was the last of them.

"Potter must have finally worn off on her," Snape shrugged and prepared for his next class.

out in the hall

"Hermione, are you nuts?!" Ron exclaimed as they headed for Care of Magical Creatures class.

"Not the last time I checked," she grinned, detouring for the girl's bathroom. "I'll meet you at class, guys."

"I think she's finally snapped," Ron shook his head, watching her disappear into the bathroom. "Too many books; they fried her bloody brain, I'm guessing."

"I dunno, Ron," Harry looked thoughtful while they headed for the doors leading onto the grounds. "It could be the glasses."

End Spell One

Is Hermione's strange behavior due to her new glasses?

Was it really a muggle who gave her the glasses?

Will Ron and Harry be able to find out what's up before Hermione loses Gryffindor more House Points?

Will you find out all the answers in the next chapter?

(No...no you won't.)

Find out nothing in the next chapter!

Or will you?

R/R!