OK, because this is all human, I had to change the timetable. So:

Potions: Chemistry (Snape)

Divination: Religious Education (Trelawney)

Transfiguration: English (McGonagall)

Astronomy: Physics (Vector)

Defence: Mathematics (Moody)

Ancient Runes: Languages (Davies) [Had to improvise, not sure who teaches Runes]

Quidditch: Physical Education (Hooch)

Charms: Geography (Flitwick)

History of Magic: History (Binns)

Muggle Studies: Performing Arts (Burbage)

Got it? Good. Any questions, just ask.

First Day's

It feels like starting secondary school all over again. All the kids seem bigger than me, and more confident. I hate being new, and because I seem to be the only one, it's worse. There are no other little fish to swim with me with all the big fish. Ginny takes me to see the Deputy Headmistress with Ron and Harry in tow. She then leaves for class, and lets me go in to the Deputy Head alone, whilst Ron and Harry wait outside.

"Ah, now you must be Miss Granger. Hermione, am I correct?"

"Um, yes."

"Now, welcome to Hogwarts. I understand that Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter are currently luring outside my study waiting to be your knight's in shining armour?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Well, here is your timetable. I'm sorry I don't have time to show you around myself, but I'm not going to ask you to go to first period today: the boys can take you around. But first, there is a rather obvious matter we have to discuss."

"I understand that the staff have to know. I understand that that is a necessity. But I don't want any of the students to know, and I don't want pity. What I want is to be as normal as possible."

"Of course. But if you feel ill or anything during a class, you have prior permission to leave. Tell the teacher you have a headache. There's always someone in the medical room. Now, I'm very sorry that this cannot be discussed in great detail, but you will be able to do anything you feel up to. I am extremely busy - but, at the same time, if you do wish to discuss your illness, my door is always open."

I make up my mind before her sentence is finished that I like her. She's exactly what I need. No tip-toeing, no pity, and no special treatment. There is no explanation as to where the Headmaster is. Harry grins at me.

"So, where to?"

"Um, I don't have to go to first period. You're showing me around, I think."

"Awesome! We miss RE." Ron announces, looking pleased. "What do you have second?"

"Chemistry…with…some guy called S. Snape."

"Are you any good at Chemistry?" Harry asks.

"I'm OK, I guess. Why?"

"No reason…um…we'll start with Sports."

Their Sports complex is awesome. It's in the basements, alongside the kitchens and the Chemistry rooms. A mans deep voice rumbles from the classroom. I assume that this is S. Snape. But, back to the Sports complex. They have a pool, a full gym, and indoor basketball pitches, not to mention an indoor tennis court. Everything else is played outside. It started raining at some point. I don't fancy the trudge through it. Especially seeing as I was told to stay away from colds like the plague, because the chemo will lower my immune system. I think this is odd to say the least. Isn't it supposed to being the opposite. Harry glances at his watch.

"We may as well stay here. Chemistry starts in five. By the time we got upstairs, we'd only have to come back again."

Snape glowers down his nose at us when we walk in.

"Ah, Mr Potter, Mr Weasley. Are we going to blow anything up today?"

"No, Professor," Harry says, meeting his eye.

"Go and sit down. You, girl, you come here." The hackles on the back of my neck rise at being called girl. "A new girl. Well, I hope you're at least adequate at Chemistry, girl."

"My name is Hermione, Professor. And my last teacher gave me an A. I have my report here - if you care to read it."

"I have no use for a report from a previous teacher. They are all too often inaccurate. Well, today, we shall be making chlorine gas." I try very hard to stop the smile creeping across my face. We did this last year at my school. "I will allow you to sit beside those two. If you are as good as your previous teacher states, you may even be a good influence on them."

"Is he always so grumpy?" I ask Ron as I sit down. He grins.

"Yes."

"Today, we are making chlorine gas. Be exceedingly careful how you mix it, I don't want any unfortunate…accidents." He transfers his glare to a boy a few rows away from us who trembles visibly.

"That's Neville. He's always having accidents. Snape can't stand him, but he can't kick him off the course."

"Mr Weasley, seeing as what you are whispering to the new girl is clearly much more important that what I am saying, why don't you share it?"

"He was just telling me who is who, Professor," I say, smiling sweetly at him. He rouses all my very worst feelings. I could always gas him. "And I did tell you my name, Professor. It's Hermione. Hermione Granger. Professor McGonagall said I'm already on your register." He glares at me. If looks could accelerate cancer.

"The instructions are on the board. You may begin. We did the introduction yesterday: you should be more than capable." There is an odd look of triumph on his face as he looks at me. Ah, so he thinks the new girl won't be able to cope with the pressure, does he? I get a kit and goggles. I switch on my Bunsen, and pretend to stare helplessly for a moment. The second he turns his back, I begin.

"Mr Weasley, what do you call that? That is not chlorine gas. It may well be highly toxic. Perhaps you switch off your Bunsen Burner. Zero." Ron glowers as he switches off his Burner. There is a small, localized explosion. He bends over mine and sniffs. He scowls and moves on.

Point to me, I think.

A/N: Ah, we love Snape really. Hermione is going to be using him as an outlet for all her emotions. This could get veeery interesting. Ron's localized explosion is what happened to my chlorine gas experiment at school. The burn marks are still on the ceiling. Another few of my happenings will be used in this story. PLEASE review!!!!!! I really do like to know what you think!