Remnant Legacy
A/N: I own nothing but the idea of this story; all rights belong to J.K. Rowling
Two Months Later
Harry made his way toward platform 9 3/4 , moving as inconspicuously as one could, pushing a large trolley with a caged owl. As he took time to behold the scarlet engine that would take him to his future, when a voice cut thought his thoughts, "yes, yes, the train is pretty, now can we get on it, Mr. Potter?" Harry turned towards the voice and faced a petite, copper-haired girl, her skin was slightly bronzed, as though she had spent plenty of time out in the sun, with jade eyes. Her clothing consisting of pants, a blouse and black boots.
Harry smiled at his friend of a little over two months, "you don't have to call me that Jazz, you can call me Harry." The dark-haired boy said.
The girl's eyes narrowed, "And I've told you my name is Jasmine, get it thought you think skull." The now named Jasmine said glaring, causing Harry to put his hands up in surrender. The pair continued onward, passing an aged woman wearing a stuffed vulture on her hat scolding a meek, chubby child their age.
As they went to have their luggage put on board, a pair of fiery-haired twins came to help them. As they did so, they Harry could help but noticed their eyes flicking towards this scar, which he was starting to get tired of; noticing their one of them spoke:
"Are you-" said one
"him?" Fish shed the other.
"Who?" Harry said confused.
"Harry Potter!" they said as one.
"Oh yeah, him; I mean yes I am." Harry said, slightly off-balance.
"Wicked." They said in unison.
Harry thanked the twins before rejoining Jasmine on the train. They spent a few minutes looking for a suitable compartment for themselves, until Harry spotted a familiar mane of bushy brown hair. Knocking before proceeding though, letting Hermione know someone was coming in, "hey is it okay for us to join you?" he asked politely
Hermione looked up from the book she was reading until she recognized Harry before smiling and indicating a spot saying "please do."
As he was getting seated and making sure that Hedwig was comfortable, earning a soft coo from the owl, he heard Hermione start to speak to the other girl, "Hello, I'm Hermione Granger, nice to met you, are you a friend of Harry's? Are you muggleborn like me, what classes are you excited about?"
She said this all at a rapid pace, leaving the other two confused for a moment until Jasmine spoke: "Firstly, the pleasure's all mine miss Granger, Mr. Potter and I spent the last months together: I am not from a muggle family, but I am the first from my immediate family to attend Hogwarts; finally, I suppose I would be sorted into either Ravenclaw or Slytherin."
Shaking hands, with the other girl, before asking Harry what house he'll be in, "not sure really, my parents were both Gryffindor's, but I don't see a problem with any other the houses really, you?" he said redirecting the question back.
Before she could answer the compartment door opened and a pudgy-faced boy with black hair entered, "has anyone seen a toad?" he asked worried the shook their heads, "Oh gran's gonna kill me." He winced.
"Do you need help finding him?" Harry asked kindly, the boy nodded vigorously. Harry looked towards the girls, "I'll come too." Hermione volunteered.
"I'm staying, someone needs to make sure our things are left alone." The cooper haired girl said, before opening a copy of Hogwarts: A History and settling back into her seat.
"Alright, look after Hedwig for me then?" he asked. She grunted in answer.
As they left the compartment they felt the train begin to move. As they went along the cars they learnt the boy's name was Neville Longbottom a name he recognized from his parent's wills, the two began talking, and found out they were god brothers thought their mothers. Eventually they found a prefect with fiery red hair, who arrogantly questioned them about not being in a compartment; Hermione quickly intervened explaining Neville's situation. With a pitying, condescending look, the prefect pointed his wand "accio, toad" an toad flew into his hands before thrusting it into Neville's hands, telling the soon-to-be first years to get back to their compartment.
The made their way back inviting Neville to join them, brushing aside any excuses he tired to come up with. As they entered they found that there were two more occupants then there were previously. Turing to Jasmine, Harry raised an eyebrow, surprisingly before she could say anything, Neville addressed the new pair: "Miss Greengrass, Miss Davis, it's good to see you again, were you searching for me?" he asked, a tone of practiced formality in his voice.
One of the girls shook her head. "no were just searching for an available compartment, aren't you going to introduce us Mr. Longbottom?" the dark haired girl answered.
Neville turned to indicate the new arrivals, "everyone, this is Daphne Greengrass and Tracy Davis or houses Greengrass and Davis." First indicating the one who spoke and then her brunette friend. Introductions were made and everyone then spent the next hour in learning about each other. Hermione, Daphne and Tracy had started a conversation, discussing the wizarding world's nobility system; ending with offers of tutoring Hermione in wizarding politics, in exchange for information about the muggle world. The compartment opened, this time the same blonde boy that Harry had met at Madame Malkins came in, flowed by two burly boys their age.
"I hear that Harry Potter is in this compartment." The leader said giving off an air of arrogance as he looked at the compartment's occupants.
Harry rose, "and you are?"
The blonde extended a hand, "Draco Malfoy, pleasure to meet you."
Harry shook it, "Why exactly were you looking for me?"
"I wanted to formally welcome you as a fellow student and to help guide you through our society; you'll find out that there are some at Hogwarts you'll do rather as not to associate with." He said, glancing at Hermione and Jasmine.
"Thank you, thought I feel I can tell between who to associate with and who to not." Harry said blithely before taking the hand. With a nod, Malfoy left the compartment; his flunkey following in his wake.
A giggle came for behind Harry, "impressive Potter, I almost thought that you were going to reject him outright." Daphne said, a smirk on her face.
Harry shrugged, "I was just humoring him, besides I was taught that it's better to make allies first, you can make enemies latter." Jasmine gave him a knowing look at that; to which he gave her a wink.
Most of the compartment seemed impressed by the show of tact, the rest of the ride passed quickly and the new friends changed into their school robes.
As they exited the train, Harry heard a familiar booming: "first years over 'ere, first years with me; ah hello Harry, good trip I hope?" Harry nodded.
The large man soon gathered the rest of Harry's classmates and led the group to a dock with a series of boats waiting in the water, "No more tha four to a boat. C'mon!" The students separated and claimed the boats; along the way a red head hand fallen into the lake before being fished out by the large man. Finally, the first years marched towards the castle door with Hagrid leading. The large man raised a first and knocked on the doors three times.
The door opened.
Hey all, just got done with applying for graduation for university and still writing!
Hermione- Her role in harem fanfiction is diverse depending what an author wants to do with her. Some authors use the excuse of this genre to try and humble her, whether that takes the form of making her less bossy/pushy or having her doubt herself because of comparing herself to the other women or having her adjust to a foreign society by learning their rules, often coming with trial and error. As for types, she's played as being the reluctant addition because of poor self-image or having to share Harry this is often resolved due to assurances from Harry and/or encouragement from the other girls. The other takes the form of the initiator, mostly due to marriage contracts imposed on Harry due to the parents being friends with Lilly and James (this sometimes includes her) or because of his status. This causes Hermione to take a more advisitorial role to help Harry to divide between who wants him for who he is as 'just' Harry and those who are obsessed with The-Boy-Who-Lived; as well as encouraging Harry to give certain girls an honest chance to see which is which.
