The Sword of Excalibur.
( This story came to mind after watching Charmed. It's not going to be a rip off of the episode with Excalibur in it and I will probably end up making this another cross-over. (Hopefully better than my other one Harry Potter and the People of the Light. Anyways enjoy.)
Chapter 1
The summer had passed in a relatively quiet haze for one Hermione Granger. She had been to Venice for three weeks with her professional dentist parents, she spent a week with her Grams in Devon, two weeks at home and the remaining two weeks with her best friends, Harry and Ron, at the Burrow, Ron's house.
Harry had been fairly quiet, due to the events of last year with the TriWizard tournament. Hermione didn't know all the details, Harry had yet to open up, and she prayed that in time he would, but Hermione did know that Harry blamed Cedric's death upon himself although everyone else knew it wasn't Harry's fault and told him that, it still didn't make him feel better at all.
This year was going to be hard to get through, she knew that, but she had given her-self a job for this year, and that would be to try and manage to keep everyone around her happy. Deep down inside she was terrified. Terrified that her friends were going to get hurt, that they would die; terrified about what role she her-self was going to play; terrified about the O.W.L.s at the end of the year, and yet she still had this hope, this faith, and all around when there is no longer hope and faith in the world, what's left of that faith and hope will still hold strong and good would triumph over evil. She knew that that was clichéd but, in her opinion, that hope will keep the world spinning on it's invisible axis- or a least it will do.
'Earth to Hermione, come in Hermione. Are you in there???' Hermione was brought out of her musings by Ron. He was ten inches taller than at the end of last term. He'd gained some muscles from the intense Quidditch training he'd been doing (he really wanted to get on the team), all the girls would be swooning over him, his hair had gone a shade darker; eyes twinkled in the different lights, the freckles still stood out, but the skin colour had turned a nice tanned colour, sure to stay. Hermione loved Ron, but only as a brother- nothing more. She was touched and incredibly angry at the time, when Ron had found out she was going to the Yule Ball with Victor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker, but she could never love more than a brother and a best friend. Both Harry and Ron were the brothers she never had.
'I'm sorry Ron, I was just thinking,' she replied, 'What were you saying?'
'You were "just thinking" pretty hard then, I called you about ten times! Anyways I was just saying about the new Defence teacher. I wonder who it will be- I so pray to Merlin that's not Snape!'
'It won't be Professor Snape, Ron, think about it logically. He has a past, a terrible one at that, but he was given a second chance, he is also one of the top best Potion brewers in the world. I don't think Professor Dumbledore would give him the Defence position in a million years- there wouldn't be anyone qualified to take Professor Snape's job! There would be no point guessing anyway and Dumbledore will have found someone just as qualified to take the job this time.' 'I hope,' she said to Ron, emphasising Professor Snape's title, which he always forgot to leave out, the last bit she thought to her-self. Hermione also hoped that her little speech had given Harry some confidence, he had sat there and had yet to speak the entire train journey.
Casting a sideways glance at Ron she tried to come up with a more suitable subject for conversation, Defence wasn't one of those seen as the last one was an impostor and had lead Harry and Cedric to a graveyard, where Cedric was effectively murdered. That was all she knew. 'What can we talk about?' she thought to her-self, 'Quidditch!'
'Hey how's the Quidditch going Harry?' she asked.
'Dunno,' he replied, 'Not really important anymore.'
Hermione could see that this was going no-where and resigned her-self to a comfortable silence, whilst reading a recently purchased 'The Hobbit.' Harry just stared blankly out the window seeing the country side fly by but not really seeing it. Ron followed Hermione's example and pulled a Quidditch book to read for the rest of the journey.
The peace didn't last long though, for it was time for the annual, yearly visit from the ever so nice Malfoy and his two goons Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy had grown about 5 inches, wearing his trademark sneer, and if possible his two henchmen had grown thicker not taller.
'Well, well, well, look what we have here then,' he started, 'It's the Potty, Weasel and Mudblood.'
'Malfoy, quit whilst you're a head. It would be so much wiser.' Hermione said, not looking at Malfoy but and Ron who was going beetroot red, then looking at Harry who hadn't moved an inch, still looking but not seeing, 'I will not hold Ron a countable for any actions he takes against you, physical or magical and I'm not going to try and stop him.' and with that said she went back to her book, Ron again following her example went back to his.
Realising he had been given the cold shoulder he said before he and his 'companions' left 'Be warned! You will regret treating me like this!' and he stalked off down the train corridor, most likely to terrorise some innocent first year, who's scared beyond belief.
( So what do you think? Feed back is appreciated.I am currently going through all my chapters and re-reading them as i noticed a few mistakes, so hopefully it will be tons better)