Brian1972: no crazy inheritance stories. I'll go more in depth when Hermione is older but like her inheritance really is just a library, her birth parents estate, and the money she gets from her grandfathers potion patents. I've read plenty of FFN where Harry is Lord Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Merlin-God. Meh, not feeling it in this story.

31 October 1991

Hermione sighed dejectedly as she thought about the first two months of Hogwarts. Not even her letters to Luna's could pick up her spirits. She had been sorted with her friends in Gryffindor but after the first couple of weeks her brother apparently got sick of her hanging around them all the time. Harry and Neville still talked to her on a occasion but Ron always seemed to be there to divert their attention to chess or quidditch. Telling her they didn't need anymore barmy birds sniffing around. Her roommates were gossiping cows. As soon as they got her alone, they wanted all the details about her brothers and Harry Potter. When she refused tell them about Fred and George's choice of underwear they tried to spread foul rumors about her. All except Eloise Midgen who was painfully shy and sometimes shared a table with her in the library, in silence.

Her teachers regarded her wearily, afraid of another set of Weasley twins, Ron would scowl and grumble about not being his brothers and teachers hesitated to call on her in classes because they worried it was a prank. She gave up raising her hand all together, she scored high on her assignments but was never rewarded the house points she felt she earned by being prepared for class. She had been reading her brothers course books for years, most of the material was a review, just as it had been for Percy before her. To be honest, classes were a bit boring after having private lessons with her brothers over the summers.

The house divide came as a total shock to her, granted she knew Slytherins were all evil. She never expected the 'Puffs and 'Claws to be such tight knit groups. The Ravenclaws didn't like that she was the first in their year while the Hufflepuffs just scoffed and talked to the people in their house. Hermione, used to being around her loving brothers constantly, had never felt so alone. Percy was currently obsessed with his prefect duties and working up the courage to ask a pretty Ravenclaw prefect to Hogsmeade while Fred and George were constantly disappearing with Lee to plan new pranks.

Their first flying lesson was cut short as Neville fell off his broom. Hermione followed behind Madam Hooch as she levitated Neville to the infirmary. She had to make sure her friend was okay. Ron and Harry met them in them in the common room the next morning to tell all about how Harry made the quidditch team because of Malfoy being a berk. Apparently, Harry was naturally gifted and smiled happily as he told them that Malfoy challenged him to a midnight duel and Ron was his second. Hermione was not happy to hear that her brother, who never read ahead with her or listened to their brothers about magic was actually in a wizards duel. So, she of course went with them, whether they liked it or not, she was not going to let Harry or her brother die if Lucius Malfoy made sure his precious heir knew dark curses. That was how they found a three headed dog in the school, in the same corridor her Uncle Albus told them would lead to an extremely painful death. She was brought out of her musings by being clipped in the ear by Ron's wand as he tried to make a feather float.

"Ron, your going to poke someone's eye out and that person just so happens to be me. It's swish and flick, not wave your arms like a bloody windmill." Hermione huffed, rubbing her ear. The students around them began to snicker as Ron's face turned red with embarrassment.

"Then you bloody do it." Ron sneered, angry that once again he was being outdone by his sister. It wasn't fair, you were supposed to come to Hogwarts with no knowledge of magic. Even the other purebloods who had private tutors struggled with these spells.

"Wingaurdium Leviosa" Hermione incanted perfectly, her feather rising from the table as she directed it with her wand. Ron huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at his sister.

"There we are! Miss. Weasley has done it! 5 points to Gryffindor!" Professor Flitwick clapped excitedly from his perch of stacked books.

"I wish you'd stayed at the Burrow. Can't even go to class without showing off, can you? No wonder you have no bloody friends." Ron hissed at his sister as he quickly gathered up his books at the end of class. He missed the tears in her eyes as she dashed past him. Hermione stayed in the loo for the rest of the day, ignoring her classmates that came to see why she was crying. They all gave up eventually, they always did as Hermione kept her silence.

"Yeah, crying the in the bathroom all day. Poor little Weasley. Wonder what happened." Lavender smirked as she walked by Ron, Harry, and Neville at Gryffindor table. Ron felt his stomach drop, he had not even noticed his sister wasn't in class all afternoon. Neville and Ron were looking at him speculatively.

"Guys, I gotta..." Ron rose from the table, food forgotten as the doors to the great hall burst open.

"TROLL! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!" Professor Quirrell shrieked, his face pale and sweaty. "Just thought you aught to know." He whimpered before promptly feinting. Hysteria broke out in the hall immediately, students scrambling to stuff sweets their pockets before rushing the door, the head of Gryffindor looked about to feint, only the headmaster and Professor Snape looked in control. Well, Professor Snape looked bored and reproving as he looked over his scrambling charges.

"SILENCE." The headmasters voice carried through the hall, making all the students and staff freeze. "Prefects, lead your house back to their dorms. I need the head boy and girl to rouse Professor Quirrell." The ancient headmaster said calmly.

"Where are you going?" Neville stopped Harry as he noticed Ron sneaking away.

"I've got to go find 'Mione, she doesn't know about the troll." Ron whispered before sprinting off towards the charms corridor. Harry and Neville sprinted after Ron, not stopping till they heard a high pitched scream and a loud crash coming from the girls washroom. The three boys froze in the doorway at what they saw.

"Colloshoo!" Hermione screamed, her wild red hair wet with bits of porcelain and stone, she had cuts along her cheek and her robes were sodden. The washroom was destroyed, water spraying everywhere as the toilets and sinks were crushed. Standing the middle of it all was the troll pulling at his legs in a panic as his feet were stuck to the floor. Hermione waved her wand again, using her favorite bat-bogey hex. Knowing that trolls were highly resistant to magic, she hoped his bogeys weren't as well. A bubble of laughter broke out of her as the 12ft mountain troll tried to bat away the flying bogeys that came from his nose. The troll raised its club to end the flying bogeys once and for all when he knocked himself out. Hermione fell to the side to avoid being squashed, looking up she saw the three boys standing in the door way in shock.

"I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!" Ron broke the tense silence by running forward and pulling his sister into a bone crushing hug, rivaling only their mother. He buried his face into her sodding hair, apologizing over and over again. Harry and Neville shuffled awkwardly in the doorway as Hermione looked to the troll, the damn broke and she started to cry.

"What is going on here?" The irate voice of their head of house demanded. Looking up, the students saw all the heads of house as well as the headmaster. "Well?"

"What does it look like?" Hermione saw red as the boys bowed their head in shame, Ron kept his face hidden in his sisters hair. She stood before her professors defiantly, filthy with tears tracks on her face. "I went to the loo and my friends came to warn me about the troll you let into the school."

"Ms. Weasley! Do you really expect me to believe four first years took out a 12ft mountain troll." Professor Snape broke the shocked silence of the professors. Hermione eyed the potions master critically, he confused her greatly. He was incredibly hard on all of them their first lesson but then went on to completely ignoring her while singling out her brother and his friends.

"It knocked itself out." Neville's voice broke her musings. Usually, he was as timid as a mouse around the pallid professor but now he moved with Harry to stand along side Hermione and Ron, looking at them defiantly.

"Well, 10 points from Gryffindor for talking back to a professor." Professor McGonagall eyed her cubs suspiciously. "And five points each for sheer luck. Off to bed with you." She waved a hand, effectively dismissing them.

The silence was tense as they made their way back to Gryffindor tower. Ron refused to let Hermione go, Harry and Neville kept shooting them confused glances. They didn't understand why Hermione had been hiding out in the library for the past month. It seemed one day she just didn't want to hang around them anymore.

"Ron, enough!" Hermione snapped, pulling herself out of her brothers vice grip. "It's fine, your a bloody git, I understand. I've known you 11 years."

"I didn't mean it though. I was just angry you got all the attention. You know all the spells and everyone likes you better." Ron pleaded with his sister, forgetting his best mates were behind them.

"Shut up. No one likes me better. You have 2 best mates and you get along with Dean and Seamus, the girls in our year are constantly talking about you. 'He's so tall!' Or 'did you see his hair?' Or 'Oh, I wonder if Ron will turn out as good looking as Charlie oh but I heard his brother Bill is quite the looker as well'" Hermione said in a high simpering falsetto that was a shockingly good impersonation of Hope Fawcett. "I have no friends except Luna! So stuff it!" Hermione snapped at her brother, glaring furiously. "I've been hiding away in the library because the only time my own twin talks to me is to see if I'll do his bloody assignments!" With that she stamped her foot, making a sickening squish sound from her sodden Mary Janes, turning on her heel she sprinted for the Gryffindor tower, leaving the three boys behind.

The boys walked silently to the tower. Ron feeling sorry for himself, Harry and Neville shooting him disgruntled looks. They both liked Hermione, they thought she was funny and smart. Harry thought she was his first friend and was hurt when she started avoiding them and stopped sitting with them at meals. Neville had always wanted siblings so he couldn't understand what was happening with his friend Ron.

Unfortunately, Fred, George, and Percy were waiting on them. None of them looked pleased as their baby sister ran right past them, bleeding and soaking wet with plaster in her hair. Harry and Neville walked right past Ron and up the stairs to their dorm room, leaving Ron to face his brothers alone.

"Start talking." Percy broke the silence when they were alone, the scowl on his face brokering no alternative.