Title: The Girl Who Lived (Year 2)
Rating: T
Summary: Hermione Granger-Potter enters her second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With a new Defense Professor, no Harry, things are going not so great. Add the opening of the Chamber of Secrets and Ginny Weasley's unhealthy fascination for Hermione and Hermione really wants this year to just end. Sequel to The Girl Who Lived (Year 1)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's characters and I'm making nothing from this.
Chapter 6
The Ravenclaw Quidditch team started practicing for their match, which would take place later in November. Hermione was hoping for a better season than last. She didn't really care much for the game, but she wanted to prove that she had more to offer to her house than just getting points for getting the question right. Though, from how Cho Chang was treating her, it was clear that she didn't feel the need to have Hermione on the team.
"I personally think the whole thing is stupid, how she's treating you," Melissa said.
"I agree," Hermione said, "But what can I do?"
"Report her," Melissa suggested.
"I doubt that will work," Hermione reasoned.
Melissa rolled her eyes but Hermione knew that her words were coming from her heart.
After one very muddy practice Hermione was pulled into Filch's office. Hermione had no idea what she had done, but apparently it was linked to mud. Filch's office smelled horrible, like fried fish. She wondered if Dumbledore gagged when he came in.
"Name, Hermione Potter," he said. "Crime, mucking up the floor."
"It's just a bit of mud."
"It might be a bit of mud to you, lassie, but it's a whole hour worth more of scrubbing," he said.
"Why don't you use magic," Hermione suggested.
That turned out to be the wrong thing to say. He grabbed her hair and yanked it. "You listen here, you little snot nose brat. I don't have damn magic and you better remember that."
"Hay, let me go," Hermione demanded.
"Think that you're so hot because you're a witch," he snarled, "Well I'll show you what I think about you."
Hermione changed into a cat, hissing at him, and then bolted from the room when Filch passed out. Hermione knew that she would have to go back for her broom, but she wasn't about to go back now. Filch was a squib! Now that was an interesting bit of news.
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"She used magic on…me," Filch told Dumbledore. "Filthy little bitch!"
"You will not use that word here," Dumbledore said to him, "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing," Filch said.
He glared at his caretaker and said, "Why don't I believe you. Now tell me the truth because this castle recorded that she was in danger."
"I pulled her hair when she suggested that I use magic," Filch confessed.
"And did I give you the right to pull her hair?" Dumbledore asked him.
"No, but-."
"Leave, before I have you removed," he said. "I know that you hate the fact that you were born without magic. But you will not put a hand on anyone, any student. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir," Filch said.
"Good, now leave," Dumbledore said and Filch left the Headmaster's office.
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"So Filch is a squib," Melissa said, "What's that?"
"Someone born into a magical family but doesn't have any magic at all," Hermione explained, "Though, if he has brothers and sisters, then they might have magic themselves."
"Strange!" Melissa said.
"I know! And that could most likely be the reason that he hates the students here. They have something that he wishes that he had, though I do feel a bit sorry for him."
"Why?" she asked. "He tried to give you detention and pulled your hair."
Hermione sighed and said, "Would anyone feel sorry for someone that feels robbed?"
Melissa sighed and said, "I guess you're right."
"Thanks," Hermione said.
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A/N: I know, a short chapter. Though I do promise that they will be few.