Hola, I haven't updated in over a month? Oops, sorry! The only excuse that I can come up with is that I'm perpetually lazy! And the last Harry Potter movie came out... and got into Pottermore early! Everything's good. But yeah. Enjoy! And I know my two best friends read this. See if you can recognise the Muggle Studies teacher? Also all italic words are spoke in the mind.
disclaimer:
I really want to tell you that I am secretly JK Rowling in disguise, that this story is the true event that happened but I'm afraid to say I can't. I don't own the characters, except Finnick - partly. I do however own a Time-turner and a Mauraders map but that's a story for another day.
Hermione stared at the hand that the girl held out to her. It c couldn't be, surely not! But as she looked at the girls she recognised the shape of the green eyes and the slightly pointed nose. This was Professor McGonagall.
"Erm, are you okay Hermione?" The girl asked worriedly. She jolted, realizing that she's been staring at the girl.
"Oh yes, sorry! I'm Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you." She smiled taking the girls hand and shaking it firmly. And as Professor Dippet started to talk again, they both looked up.
"Now to announce our new Head boy and Head girl. I hope they haven't told anybody." He grinned with a glint in his eye. He knew better than anyone that they couldn't as they had had a silencing charm put on them. Anytime before it was announced and they tried to tell anyone, their lips would seal shut. "Head boy is Tom Marvolo Riddle from Slytherin house."
Hermione whipped her round to see him. He stood up and made eye contact with everyone who was looking at him till his eyes rested on Hermione's who was staring right back at him. However when they did, Hermione felt a pushing in her head as if someone was trying to push through a barrier. She instantly narrowed her eyes. 'Get out!' She pushed into the invading mind. Tom's eyes widened a little and then he sat down still staring t Hermione.
"Head girl is Minerva McGonagall from Ravenclaw house." The black-haired girl next to Hermione stood up beaming. The applause for Minerva was noticeably louder than the applause for Toms. She blushed but still beaming she sat down. Dippet was smiling at the students.
"So to those new and to those old, enjoy your new school year. Stay out of the Forbidden Forest and stay safe. And not eat, enjoy the feast!"
It never ceased to amaze Hermione when the food appeared on her plate. She k new the exact magic used to do it, knew the spell, the wand technique, she could even perform the spell herself but when the food appeared on her plate she still felt like that eleven year old girl on her first day of Hogwarts.
"Oh." Hermione exclaimed staring at the feast. It was the same as she knew it to be yet it was so different as well.
"Is this not how you were served at your previous school?" Minerva asked her, slurping her soup. Hermione frowned, she was always taught that slurping soup was rude and should never be done by anyone.
"Honestly Minerva, stop slurping." Sighed a boy to her right. Hermione looked to see a handsome young Ravenclaw. His green eyes reminded her of Harrys' except they were a shade lighter but they were just as striking.
"Hello," He smiled showing off his perfect straight teeth. Hermione smiled. You're not fooling me, she thought. I used the same spell in my fourth year. "I'm Finnick." He carried on.
"Hermione." She smiled back, using the same trick he had tried to use on her. He winked at her and went back t his soup. By then Minerva had stopped slurping and was watching them both intently with a smile on her face.
"Seriously McGonagall, I know I'm beautiful but staring at me is awfully creepy dear." Finnick grinned mischievously. Minerva blew a raspberry at him.
"If your head got any larger Finnick, people would have to start living on it and it would have to become another part of Britain. And I was staring because Hermione is the first girl who hasn't fallen for your trick or you..."
"Yeah, well you didn't either..." He mumbled.
"I'm your cousin moron and I' still have nightmares about the fact that you even tried." She said playfully. Hermione giggle and Finnick looked at her, his eyes twinkling.
"Are you attracted to me Hermione?"
"You are attractive Finnick, but not as much as you think you are." She winked at him. He smiled crookedly then turned back to his dinner and so did the two girls. And soon enough they had all finished and were making their way to the Ravenclaw tower. Soon they came to a door but with no handle only a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle.
"How do we get in?" Asked Hermione puzzled.
"You have to answer a riddle." Smiled Hermione and cleared her throat. The Eagle suddenly flapped its wings and came to life. "Which creature in the morning goes on four legs, at mid-day on two, and in the evening upon three, and the more legs it has, the weaker it be?" Hermione smiled, she already knew the answer, it was the Sphinx's riddle. A famous riddle.
"Man." Said Finnick certainly. "Too easy." The Eagle hooted and the door opened. As they entered the tower Finnick said goodnight and headed towards the seventh year boys dormitory.
"This place is beautiful." Hermione breathed taking in Ravenclaw tower and the view that it gave her. The rolling mountains sparkled as the stars hit the pools of water and Hermione had to catch her breath.
"Isn't it? I wish I could spend the rest of my life here at Hogwarts." Sighed Minerva. Hermione smiled to herself knowingly. Little did Minerva know that her wish was going to be granted.
As Hermione climbed into a Ravenclaw bed, she realized that it still didn't feel right. She was nostalgic for her Gryffindor bed, for Gryffindor tower but not the one on the east side of the castle, o. She wanted the Gryffindor tower fifty years in the future. In her Gryffindor bed. She missed the shouting of Oraclitus Spheer as Fred and George hid their products behind him, the scratches o quills as the girls in her dormitory raced to finish their homework before sunrise and right now she even missed Lavender Browns' deafening snores. Hermione sighed, she knew she had to do this to save Harry. To save Ro, Ginny, even Molly her second mother. She smiled as she thought of what Molly would have to say about this. What she would think of the whole situation. Dumbledore would have quaked after Molly was done with him. Hermione fell asleep knowing that no matter where she was or even when she was. People cared and people loved her.
A Hermione made her way to the Great Hall the next morning with Minerva and Finnick, she pulled at the unfamiliar Ravenclaw robe. It was more loose then the Gryffindor robe and t had more pockets and hidden pockets as well. 'We really have no need for bags as our pockets have been enlarged to carry many objects yet not weigh anything extra. The bags are really just for show.' Minerva had told her. As they entered the Great Hall Hermione made to sit at the Gryffindor table, till Finnick grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the Ravenclaw table.
"That's the Gryffindor table dear, you're a Ravenclaw remember?" He smiled tapping her tie. Hermione heard growls behind her and turned to see half the girls at the Gryffindor table glaring at her and Finnick. She quickly let go of his hand but linked arms with him as more of a friendly gesture. He looked at her.
"I don't want to get on the bad side of your fan club Finnick. It consists of three quarters of the castles female population." She winked.
"You're a strange girl Hermione, you know that?"
"I've been frequently told. But why am I this time?"
"In an effort to be modest, which by the way I never am so you must just bring out the good in me. But yeah, I'll let Minerva tell you." Hermione sat down next to a first year Ravenclaw she saw sorted yesterday. She looked at the girl and saw how her hair changed from dirty blonde to a familiar bubble gum pink.
"Tonks?" She asked astounded. ?The girl turned to her, the familiar set of her eyes, the shape of her lips and the button nose made Hermione's heart ache for the future.
"Excuse me?" She asked, a frown on her face. Hermione realized too late that it wasn't Tonks but her mother, Andromeda.
"Sorry, I thought you were someone I knew." The young girl narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"How many eleven year old girls with pink hair do you know? Hermione held back a smile, if she'd said it to a Gryffindor they would have just shrugged and turned away, but now she was amongst Ravenclaws. She was with the smartest people of their age, or their generation and they questioned everything.
"Well two now I suppose. I'm Hermione Granger by the way." She smiled holding out her hand to he girl. She smiled and shook it.
"Andromeda."
"And your parents didn't give you a last name?"
"Andromeda Black and no, I'm clearly not in Slytherin. And yes my sister is in Slytherin. And no I do not know any dark magic to teach you." She sighed forlornly. Hermione studied the girl briefly, she could only pretend to know her situation. She's never been in it and never would. She squeezed the girls' hand.
"I have on good authority that not all the Blacks are evil. Some are good. Some try to stop evil from conquering the world. Some sacrifice themselves for their Godsons. And some are brave enough to ask the Sorting Hat to put them into Ravenclaw although the rest of their family is in Slytherin. ." The girl looked at Hermione bewildered. "Enjoy your breakfast Andromeda." And she turned back to Finnick and Minerva who were having an animated discussion about who would replace Finnick's older brother, Robert as the keeper on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
"How are you on a broom Hermione?" He asked hopefully.
"Utterly hopeless I'm afraid."
"Mrs Granger?" Asked a familiar voice and Hermione turned to see Dumbledore and smiled at how he gave of the sense of familiarity that she so desperately seeks.
"Yes Professor?"
"What six subjects would you like to take?" I believe we have the exact same subjects as Beauxbatons except that we don't have the Household spells course."
"Hm, okay in that case – can I take Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Runes, Muggle Studies and Defence Against The Dark Arts?" Dumbledore nodded and tapped the piece of parchment he was holding with his wand and passed it to Hermione.
"Your timetable." Hermione accepted it and saw she had all lessons with the Slytherins except Muggle Studies which she had with the Huffelpuffs.
"Now Finnick, we had some trouble with your choices last year didn't we?"
"Yes." He mumbled.
"Professor Carrom says she doesn't want you in Herbology after the incident with the Venus human trap and Artemis Zello. Also Professor Wardle doesn't want you after your, um, outburst in Muggle studies.
"I know sir." He sighed.
"So your choices?"
"Erm, Charms?"
"Professor Twirl said he'll have you as long as you don't perform anymore ballet routines."
"Transfiguration?"
"I'd love to have you in my class Mr Jones."
"Defence Against The Dark Arts?"
"No problems there."
"Runes?"
"As long as you don't try to make up any new ones."
"Potions?"
"I don't think I really need to explain what you shouldn't do. We're still unable to use dungeons three and four. But Professor Slughorn said you show promise."
"And Care of Magical Creatures?"
"You're Professor Copperbottoms favourite student."
"Yeah, because I'm half Veela." He mumbled. Hermione stared at the boy grinning, he reminded her so much of Harry she couldn't quite believe it. Though, she had to admit, Finnick was even more of a troublemaker then Harry. Dumbledore gave him his timetable and turned to Minerva. Finnick studied his own timetable then looked at Hermione's.
"We've got Charms, Transfiguration and Potion together. With the Slytherins as well. What about you 'min?" He said smiling at his cousin.
"Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Potions, Defence Against The Dark Arts and Muggle Studies."
"So you're in Charms and Transfig' with us. Let's go then." The three of them picked up their bags and made their way to the Charms classroom. As they reached it, they saw the Slytherins already there, huddled in a group talking except one who was stood to the side reading. Girls in the group kept glancing at him longingly and as Hermione, Finnick and Minerva walked up he put his book in his bag and tried to enter Hermione's head once again and once again she pushed him back out. Finnick walked them straight to where Tom stood.
"Hello Thomas. Congratulations on getting Head Boy. That came as a shock." Finnick said trying to keep a straight face. Tom was also trying, but the corner of his mouth turned up ever so slightly.
"Why thank you Finnick. It did come as quite a shock. Who would ever have though that the Head Prefect and Head of Slytherin house would become Head Boy? I did not." At this Finnick couldn't help himself, he let out a splutter of laughter and Tom smiled warmly at him.
"How was your summer then Tom?" Finnick smirked.
"You should know Finn, I spent most of it with you."
"I meant the seven days you actually weren't with me."
"I studied and learnt a few new spells. What did you do?"
"You remember the Beauxbatons girl who'd come to visit her family? I did her." He laughed. Tom shook his head in disgust but smiled all the same.
"You will never change will you Finn? Oh and congratulations on making Head Girl McGonagall." He smiled at her but his eyes were cold and showed the evil within. While Tom talked to Finnick, Hermione had almost forgotten who he really was. Just last year he had set the monster of Slytherin out on Hogwarts and killed Myrtle. He was Lord Voldemort. He'd killed Harry's mum and Dad. He'd tried to kill Harry, Ron, her.
"Hermione?" Asked Minerva and Hermione jumped, she's gone fifty years into the future and was already regretting it. "Are you coming into class?" Hermione hesitantly nodded and walked into the classroom with Minerva. All the tables were filled except one at which sat an unfamiliar Slytherin, she hesitated at the desk and a young man in his late twenties walked in. The girls swooned as he did and he smiled at Hermione.
"Hello there, I'm Professor Twirl. You must be our new transfer. Hermione Granger?" Hermione nodded.
"Should I sit there sir?" She asked pointing to the space next to the Slytherin.
"No Hermione, everyone in this class has been tested and you sit next to someone with the same abilities as you. So if you could perform these simple spells. Well, actually, they're not that simple but could you...?" He venture, handing her a piece of parchment. Hermione looked down at it and smiled. She'd learnt half of these spells in fourth year trying to help Harry prepare for the Trwizard Tournament. The others in her DA meetings. She did each spell perfectly and Twirl looked at her, rubbing his chin.
"Hermione, could you possibly produce a Patro..."
"Expecto Patronum!" Hermione shouted, thinking of the first time Ron and Harry had called her their best friend. Out of Hermione's wand spluttered a great silver Otter which ran around the room then out the window. The whole class cheered and clapped.
"Well Miss Granger, I think I know where to put you. Miss Downsern, could you please move next to Mr Jones and everybody else move accordingly and will you please sit next to Mr Riddle Miss Granger?" For a split second Hermione couldn't move, but as to not look a fool she moved to the back of the class to sit next to Tom. As she walked past, a girl with black hair who reminded her of Pansy Parkinson whispered 'whore' to her. Hermione turned around.
"Excuse me?"
"Is there a problem Miss Granger?"
"No Sir, no problem." And Hermione sat in the seat, angry at the girl who didn't know her but had already labelled her. At least Malfoy only called her a Mudblood and in truth she knew to others that was what she was, But she was not a whore.
"Muffilato." Whispered a voice next to her, Hermione turned to find Tom Riddle staring at her. "I apologize for Bernadette's. She distrusts any other girl sitting next to me," He said softly looking down at his books.
"Don't apologize for her, she must apologize herself for her rude behaviour." Hermione said rather coldly looking at Professor Twirl finding that she already knew what he was teaching. And once again Hermione felt the familiar push in her brain.
'Stop it, right now.' Hermione pushed into his mind.
'No.' came back his voice in her head. She looked at him but he refused to look at her. Only looking forward, a smirk on his face.
'Where did you learn Occlumency?' Tom asked, yet again in her mind.
'Is it any of your business?'
'No, but I'm curious'
'I'm curious as to why you're trying to get into my head in the first place.' Thought they were still talking into each other's minds Hermione turned to him and glared at him. This time he looked back and cocked his head to the side, studying her and her features.
'Many reasons but really none at all. First you're a transfer student, and then you're sorted into Ravenclaw. You're the first girl I've ever seen that's not blood related to Finn and has not been attracted to him and he's part Veela so that's hard to do. You've been here, what not even a day and yet the whole school is talking about you. You're a uniquely beautiful girl that seems to have captured Finns attention but you don't share it.'
'And what is wrong with that?'
'I think if I showed my interest in you as well you'd be hated here Granger. Though the interest Finnick I have in you are completely different.'
'Why are you telling me this Riddle? I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted your interest...'
'I've never met anyone who's rivalled my intelligence before Hermione. No one except you, Finn is close to it, but not like you.'
'And what is your purpose in telling me this may I ask? I don't care for your stories, your observations and honestly – I don't much care for you. You seem to have a cold heart with everyone except Finnick and that I don't understand. Now I'd very much appreciate it if you stayed out of my mind otherwise I may try to read yours and tell your secrets.' Tom and Hermione were still staring at each other. Hermione glaring and Tom studying her.
'You couldn't Hermione.'
'Try me.'
'You may be good at Legilimency but...'
'Why Myrtle, Tom?' Tom sat back, his eyes wide. Fear, bewilderment and anger apparent in them.
'I'm afraid I don't understand your meaning Hermione, what did I choose Myrtle for?'
'You chose her to be your potion partner didn't you?' Even while talking in Toms mind, Hermione managed to sound innocent. He gave a sigh of relief.
'Yes I did.'
'You shouldn't get so easily flustered Tom. The look you gave me then, it could almost kill.' Hermione then cast the anti-charm to Muffilato and turned to Professor Twirl, ignoring Toms attempts to get his voice in her mind again, She knew that he would be scared and it gave her slight satisfaction. Dumbledore had said that he liked mystery but she needed him to fall in love with her, it couldn't always be like this. She sighed as she packed her bag and made her way out of the classroom walking with Finnick and Minerva.
"What did you do to Tom?" Asked Finnick laughing.
""what do you mean?" Hermione frowned
"No girl ever gets him like that, well that interested. He seems slightly angry as he left the room. So what did you do?"
"Nothing, I just ignored him I guess."
"I don't like him Finnick, he scares me. I hate you spending so much time with him." Minerva said disgustedly.
"Didn't seem to mind when you were kissing him all summer 'min." Minerva blushed and hit Finnick around the head.
"Shut up!" She hissed and pulled Hermione forward leaving Finnick laughing waiting for Tom to catch him up.
"Is he a good kisser then? Winked Hermione."
"Oh not you too!"
"I'm joking Minerva! He scares me a little too,"
"Well you better get used to it."
"Why?"
"Slughorn will ask you to join his Slug club. Finnick and I are already members. But you're obviously smarter than us both."
"Minerva, no I'm no..."
"Oh hush Hermione. You are. Just be prepared to be asked. We have Potions third so you'll probably get the parchment at lunch. But right now we've got Transfig' so let's go." Minerva linked arms with Hermione and steered her in the direction of the Transfiguration room.
So I hope you liked it, longest yet and I'll try and update as soon as possible! Thank you for the lovely reviews and yeah :3