Chapter 12: The one where Hermione becomes Mi.

Disclaimer: I am just a mere visitor in the sublime world constructed by J.K Rowling. Anything that rings a bell is hers.

Mi is pronounced My

Chapter 11

Harry's POV

There are many peculiar things that I encounter on my vacations at The Burrow. There's the clock that doesn't tell time but instead reads the location of the family members, and there's the mirror that talks. But nothing prepared me for what I saw on Friday morning.

Snape exited the fireplace, dusting himself off. Breakfast was halted, all eyes on him, but he didn't seem to bother, he was too busy muttering to himself about infantile muggle games, and cursed children.

Our eyes were averted from the strange sight as the fireplace flashed green for a second, and out walked that girl. That girl carrying a tall glass of beer of some kind. She smiled at the table and launched herself at Mrs Weasley, handing the glass to Snape who looked like he was trying to make her explode on the spot.

"Ooooh Mrs Weasley. I'm so honoured to meet you. I'm Ky." She stuck out her hand at a surprised Mrs Weasley, who took her hand cautiously and confused.

"A pleasure. Erm…are you here to see someone in particular. Has something gone wrong at the school Severus?"

Snape cocked an eyebrow, "No, I'm here to deliver Miss Thornton for her…" He stopped and glared at the girl. "You said you sent an owl. You said that you checked…. Salazar help me. We're leaving. I'm sorry for the intrusion Molly". He backed away to the fireplace.

"Now now Sensei, don't go and melt your cauldron. I was going to send a letter to Mi, but then I forgot. But then I remembered, and then I thought 'wouldn't it be better to surprise them instead.'"

"Hope this ends with 'then I jumped off a cliff.' Apologies again Molly, Albus was under the assumption that she wrote and notified you of her visit. He obviously forgets that his grandchild seems to have been raised by wolves and lacks any sort of decorum that is needed to function in polite society."

Mrs Weasley raised her eyebrows; I was still confused at who was Sensei and Mi. The girl just laughed.

"Ignore Sensei, he's just upset that he lost the game of rock-paper-scissors to Zia Minnie and had the privilege of being my escort. And when I say escort, I mean the kind that accompanies one for protection, not the dirty kind you got going on with Rosmerta."

Ron burst out laughing at this and Snape looked like he was about to burst a vein. He walked back towards the floo and when he attempted to get some floo powder from his pocket, he suddenly realised the drink in his hand.

"And where on earth did you get this drink!"

"Funny story that, when you said Burrow, I thought you said Borrow. I ended up in a wizarding pub in Borrowton, so I brought you a drink, because I'm nice and caring like that."

"No, it's because you know it's inevitable, your annoying presence is going to drive me to alcoholism and you're just giving me a head start." He gulped down the ale and left without saying another word.

She smiled then at the table. We all sat there with a loss of words. Ron was still laughing at the whole conversation with Snape, Hermione was looking at the girl slightly amused in a very un-Hermione way. The girl just insulted a teacher, I would expect at the very least a frown. Ginny looked confused; with another expression I couldn't recognise on her face. But before anyone could say anything, the girl squealed.

"Good Godric it's you two!" She said this running up to Fred and George, who seemed to have just got up from bed. She launched herself at Fred and then George, giving them surprise hugs. Something flared within me for a second, but it died down just as quick. "You're Fred and George Weasley!"

"Only on Mondays through Fridays. On weekends we're Giorgio and Fernandez. Twice the fun, twice the party, and twice the packag…"

"Fred!"

"What mum, you got to accept us for who we are. If entertaining the more delicate sex is our calling, so be it."

"Yeah mum. Don't stifle our creative juic…"

"George."

Everybody laughed at the last part. Not as hard as the girl though. Her long dark hair was flying all over the place; her cheeks had a light blush to it. There was that flare again.

"Nonno said very few times in life does the legend meet one's expectations. But I take my hat off to you, you Sirs are the legends that I expected."

"Well, your Nonno obviously has not met us yet." Fred smiled down at her. Was he flirting with her? Thankfully, Hermione interjected.

"Nonno is grandfather in Italian. And you know her grandfather really well actually, seeing as he had to sign many a letter of complaint to your parents."

"And every single letter well deserved if I might say so myself. I snuck into Filch's office yesterday, and I could not put the book on you two down! How did you manage to spike the Slytherins' pumpkin juice with Tearjerker Potion and then put Sneeze dust all over their napkins! They must have been crying and sneezing all over the place. That was legend!"

"Ahh good old second year. Did you read about the time that me and Fred..."

"As interesting as I'm sure your little anecdote is Fred," Mrs Weasley interrupted, obviously trying to be polite for the guest. "Ky, was it? Severus said that your grandfather sent you here for…"

"Oh yes, I got a little star struck and forgot." She gave Fred and George another smile. Flare. "Well actually I was the one that suggested the visit. I remember Mi" and she looked at Hermione, "offered to help with some catching up."

"Say no more love. Right, you lot, Hermione and Ky need their peace to get some work done."

"Actually, Harry and Ron should stay. You know many hands and all that."

I would make a useless tutor, seeing as my education always took the back seat to my constant impending doom. When everyone left the room, Hermione started,

"Well, I've got some of my old assignments upstairs; I'll just go and get it."

"No, that's not necessary. I've already done most of the assignments and stuff. I'm not here about work. I'm actually here to see Harry. I need his mouth."

"What?" I looked at her, puzzled. She burst out laughing.

"You are too easy. But seriously, I do need your mouth. You're a parselmouth aren't you? At least that's what Nearly Headless Nick said. I need you teach me how to say 'open sesame' or something like that in parseltongue. I found this wall, well I'm pretty sure it's a door, and I really want to get it open. And then I saw the Slytherin emblem on it, and then I did some research and found out he was a parselmouth. Then I tried learning it but of course that's apparently impossible but Nick said you can speak it, and I figured you could teach me the one phrase."

"I don't know, the last time…,"

"I know chamber of secrets, basilisk, possessed Weasley and all that. It's amazing what the ghosts know. But Nonno said that if I can get it opened, he'll accompany me. You should probably teach me how to say 'close' as well then."

She was looking at me, her big eyes glowing. I probably would have taught her it even if it was the Chamber she was trying to open. Merlin, I'm losing it.

"I can't promise you it would work. I haven't tried teaching anyone and I'm not sure I can."

She nodded enthusiastically at me. A wide smile on her face. My heart sped up. This girl was trouble. And for once I wasn't upset that trouble always seemed to find me.

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