I have Answers! I demand Questions!

by fvdv123

The granddaughter of Old Guy died and woke up in Hermione Granger. The poor lass has to prevent ending up in a Harem or worse, a reverse Harem! She is set to help Harry survive the Dursleys and Dumbledore. Cringe and Mary Sue are here as usual. Cliches, tropes, and avoiding old bastards are the main focus, mostly she is going to have fun answering all the Questions from Harry

7. Chapter 7

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Mrs. J.K., Inspiration sucks when you read a good story, you completely forget to write your own. This site has a bloody lot of good stories… yeah, I count mine in them too… I have fans! Not a lot but I have them!

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Nimmy let me go and observed my face, "So you are the Smarty-Pants that helped Harry break free? That needs a reward, what can I do for you, Smarty-Pants?"

"Drop the Smarty-Pants or I will call you Nymphadora." was my answer, "I don't need a shag either, maybe a sparring partner?"

Nimmy chuckled, "This is your second day here, what spell are you going to use to attack me? A Lumos? A Wingardium Levi-OH-Saa?"

7 The dangers of a Levi-OH-Saa!

"Don't underestimate a good Levi-OH-Saa, Miss Tonks," I warned her, "it could be the worst spell an enemy could cast on you."

Tonks chuckled, "I doubt that very much, Smarty-Pants, but I will give you one training session after dinner to let you prove it. In private, of course."

I shook my head, "Nope, Harry has to be there as a witness in case I win, Nymphadora."

Tonks's eyes got a dangerous shine in them, "Calling me that name is bad for your health, Smarty-Pants. Call me Tonks or suffer the consequences."

I narrowed my eyes, "So is calling me Smarty-Pants as you will find out after dinner, Miss…"

Harry disturbed our trash talk, "Hold it! Save your aggression for after dinner. It is too early to get into an argument."

Tracey protested, "Don't spoil it, Potter! They were just getting to the good stuff! The Clash of the Titans! The old Champion meets the new talent! This is food for legends and you are spoiling the moment."

Daphne added, "That is right! The Old Badger versus the Young Raven, that would be epic!" Daphne turned to Hermione and said, "Hermione, we demand to witness the downfall of the Old Establishment and the rise of the New Order!"

Susan heard Daphne's words, "What do you mean with Old Badger versus Young Raven? As if a Raven has a chance against that Old Badger, Tonks, we are rooting for you! Hanna and Neville are on your side watching you teach that Raven not to look down on Badgers!"

Harry looked at me and asked, "Since when became this a Puff Versus Claw? I thought it was Old Versus Young at first?"

Tonks exploded, "I am tired of being told that I am OLD! I am young! Youthful, call me old again squirt then Sirius has to search for another Heir."

I patted Harry's arm, "Remember Harry, at a certain age girls don't want to get older anymore, after that we will get touchy about it. Compliments that have the word STILL in them are deadly. You are still beautiful or you still look Young will get you in the doghouse."

Harry groaned, "Sirius never told me that! He only told me to say they look hot and sexy and I doubt that is true."

Daphne commented, "I don't mind you calling me that, Harry, I will freeze others bits off when they say that to me though."

Tracey agreed, "That is true, it all depends on who said it to who, Neville telling Hannah she is hot and sexy will give him a hug and a kiss on his cheek, if he says that to Tonks, he gets at most an eye-roll, when he says she still looks hot and sexy he will get a slap to his face."

Neville looked bewildered, "Huh? Why are you dragging me into this Tracey? Do you want to see me killed?"

Penny came to the rescue, "Get your books for the next class and save your Hot and Sexy comments for your Fourth year."

Xxxxx

Transfiguration! One of my favorite branches of Magic, was it not for that sour puss teaching it. The moment we kicked Dumbledore from his pedestal she didn't like me anymore. I wonder what Dumbledore did to get that kind of devotion… No, he is gay, not that.

We entered her class and spotted the cat sitting on the desk. I said, "Come guys, we have to chase that cat out before the professor uses that poor animal for transfigurations, use stinging hexes to scare her off."

I started a barrage of Stinging Hexes, to prevent McGonagall from having time to turn human again. Daphne, Tracey, and Susan were happy to help, so the cat had to jump all over the place to escape the Hexes. The cat meowed in protest while we urged her to leave the classroom before McGonagall arrived, seeing no way to stay, the cat ran out of the door.

Once she was out, I commented, "I think we did that cat a favor, I heard she turned a chair into a pig at Mr. Finch-Fletchly. Morgana only knows what that cat would turn into. I am against animal cruelty."

Justin nodded, "It scared my Mother alright, it was her favorite chair, she never sat in it after that demonstration. That chair is in storage now."

Harry raised his voice, "Girls? I am pretty sure that cat was Professor McGonagall, Sirius always said she was an old Cat that needed Catnip. In fact, he told me to bring catnip with me on my first class with her."

I shrugged, "I doubt it, I heard the cat from Filch acts like it has intelligence, this was someone's pet that explored the castle and got lost."

The door opened and an out-of-breath professor came inside, she glared at me while she turned into her cat form, at her desk, she jumped on it and looked around, then she jumped off while turning human.

She gave me a deadly stare, "Miss Granger, there are other methods to get a cat out of the room without turning to violence! Five points from everyone that cast a Hex at me!"

I slapped my hand to my forehead and said, "Now I remember! You were the one scouting the House from Harry's abusive relatives in cat form for a day and still allowed Dumbledore to drop him off on their doorstep. Although, you could have reminded him to knock on the door or ring the bell, Professor. Spending the night outside in a basket when it is freezing is not child-friendly you know. Harry could have been frozen to death that night."

Harry jumped in the conversation, "I always wondered why you never knocked on the door, my Uncle used to taunt me with it that, they dropped me off like a piece of garbage on his front door without having the decency to knock, he said. Did you hate me or my parents that much, Professor? What did they do to you?"

Ah, Harry is taking my tutoring into practice, instead of blaming, he is guilt-tripping them, "why did you hate me?" is a powerful question for a child to ask an adult who was supposed to care for you. The guilty expression on McGonagall's face said enough.

Susan knew Harry's past and almost shouted, "You left Harry there and never checked up on him? You cruel monster! Aunty explained that my parents were in the same Order as Harry's parents and you…" Susan realized something, "You never paid me a visit either. Our parents were nothing more than expendable fools to you, fresh out of school to fight a war for Dumbledore. Who else did the both of you sacrifice, Professor? Are we going to be the next little soldiers for him?"

McGonagall was speechless, the accusations were cutting deep into her mind, she had to admit that after the war she did not think about the orphans of her old students. There was always something else to do.

I went for the kill, "No Susan, Harry was not meant to be a soldier, he was meant to be a sacrifice, one that was willing to give his life up to escape that hellhole Dumbledore and McGonagall forced him into. Living in a cupboard under the stairs and getting abused for years doesn't make you a soldier. They are cold heartless selfish people, without a shred of guilt for what they put Harry through. They justify their crimes by saying it was for 'The Greater Good'. Harry's parents, your parents, Neville's... all sacrifices for 'The Greater Good'."

I explained how it was done, "One of their biggest flaws was that Dumbledore did not allow them to hurt the Death Eaters, stun and shields only, the Death Eaters dispelled their stunned companions and kept on casting killing curses. You can do the math on how that ends. Dumbledore may be a smart Wizard, but he was a lousy cruel leader for his troops. He caused more deaths by that policy than Voldemort's attacks. As I said, cold, ruthless, selfish bastards that don't give a Knut about your life or well-being."

Too much? McGonagall ran out of class with tears in her eyes, everyone was looking at me with wide eyes, slowly processing what had been said.

Zachariah Smith was the first to snap out of it, "Gran used to say that Dumbledore's group were idiots following a Pied Piper's tunes. Now I understand that comment, Dumbledore is the Pied Piper of Hamelin, and the Hogwarts students are the rats he is bewitching to run to their deaths."

Padma Patil asked Harry, "Is it true, Harry? Did you have to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs?"

Harry nodded, "It was, someone helped me when I was nine years old, with a letter to my Aunt he managed to get me a bedroom and better treatment. He contacted Hermione to call me on the telephone once a week to let them know they were being watched. When Hermione got her wand, she visited me once a month. That kept me sane and made me learn about the Wizarding world. Together we found a solution by getting my godfather out of Azkaban."

Harry sighed, "Hermione's help and two months of visiting a mind healer made me able to speak about it. It was not my fault I had to live in that cupboard, I am not a freak."

Harry, who sat between Daphne and Tracey, got a double hug from them, Daphne said, "No, Harry, you are a survivor, I heard stories about wizarding children that got abused by their families or muggles and turned into Obscurosses. That you came out stronger says enough about your character. You are a fighter, someone we can depend on."

Zachariah tried to lighten the mood, "What are the odds of Professor McGonagall to come back and teach us? So far we could only learn the Lumos spell, Hermione is chasing every Professor away."

Tracey commented, "You are free to stay in Snape's class, Zack, I bet you will have his full attention, being the only one in his classroom."

Zachariah back paddled, "Nope, one lesson from that man was enough, if someone deserved the tar and feathers it is him. He is a complete fraud, the recipe is on the blackboard, you have one hour, that is not teaching at all."

Megan Jones, asked, "What will we do in these two hours? I doubt she is coming back."

Hannah pointed at me, "Hermione will teach us, she did it last month with us. We can change a matchstick into a needle already."

Harry went to the teacher's desk and found a few boxes of matches. He gave everyone a matchstick and said, "Hermione, start teaching like last month, Susan, Hannah, Daphne, Tracey, and Neville already know the spell and will help. Get off your butt, Miss Granger, your students are waiting."

I glared at Harry, wait a few years and I'll show him a teacher alright. The bastard was grinning at me, "You can do it, Teacher!"

As I said, in a few more years I will punish this naughty student for sure! I have to find a ruler or a paddle, ah, a ping-pong paddle will do at first, that will wipe the grin from his face.

"Alright!" I said, finally accepting my task, "First of all, what we are trying to achieve is to turn a piece of wood into metal. Wood is a plant-based material, Metal is an Earth-based component. Two totally different things. We are going to use Magic to change it."

I picked a matchstick up and showed it to everyone, "This is not only wood, but it has chemicals like Phosphorus and Potassium chlorate on the head. That makes the Transfiguration more complicated, changing a toothpick into a needle is easier. This means you need to do more than using a spell, you have to use your imagination and your will."

I put the matchstick on the table and cast, "AkuSigNis!" the result was a nice pointy needle. I looked around while showing my needle, "I used the Spell AkuSigNis, it helped me visualize the matchstick changing into this needle. It helped me do that, it did not cause me to make the change, my Magic made it turn into this needle, you know what wood is and you know what metal is you just have to let your magic do the work."

I came to the point, "Your Magic is what causes your spells to work, a normal without Magic can yell that spell for hours and come up empty. The next important thing is your intent, you have to want to do that spell, waving a stick around will do nothing, you have to want to do that spell, not try to do it, if you try there is a chance that you will fail, if you do the spell, it will work all the time."

"The third thing you have to keep in mind is your confidence," I continued, "you are Wizards and Witches on the way to greatness! These are our first steps into the magic world, just like toddlers we might fall on our butt sometimes, but eventually, we will run and jump like we can do now."

I had the room in the palm of my hand, "There are two ways to do this spell, Use the name AkuSigNis to visualize the change and cast the spell, or you can force the change without the words and will the change to happen, both ways work for me, see what way works for you."

At the end of the class, everyone could change their matchstick, some were decorating them with motives or giving them fancy colors. Harry went for a bigger size and ended with a knitting needle. I felt a bit proud, everyone got their needle, I call that a success.

Xxxxx

We had a free hour before lunch, I might have given us homework to do research on our next spell and promoted a visit to the Library. Everyone was still high on their first success and followed me to the Library. Finally, something I was craving for! Smell the books and ink! Absorb all that knowledge! Where is that spell to get into the restricted section?

At lunch, we heard McGonagall did not show up for her next class, and was not eating her lunch at the head table. Rumors said she was in her office with a bottle of Fire Whiskey.

Oh, isn't that nice, they didn't rat me out! Everyone said they could change their matchstick into that needle. I fear I still will have a visit to Dumbledore scheduled though.

Flitwick came to our table, "Miss Granger, can you explain why Professor McGonagall Quit her job? She told me that she could not face them anymore."

I protested, "Why am I the one you ask that, Professor? Is it my fault that she was sitting on her ass all day at Harry's relatives on November 1 in 81, and did not check up once on him how he was treated, even when she saw what people they were? Why did it take that long for her guilt to set in?"

I shrugged, "We just said our opinions about the people that abused Harry... if the shoe fits…"

Padma added, "We did learn how to change a Matchstick into a Needle, Professor, we all did."

Flitwick was surprised, "Everyone? Usually, only a few succeed, the rest get at most some pointy ends."

Tracey gave me a one-arm hug, "Hermione taught us all. She is a genius."

I sighed, "Yes I am, it is a burden that I have to carry for the rest of my life. People who look admiring at me, some a bit jealous, but I can live with that. Good looks and smarts, not many can claim that. Daphne, Tracey, Susan, and Hannah have it too, there are others, but those are my friends."

Harry looked offended, "Hey! What am I? Chopped liver?"

Daphne shook her head, "Boys are not allowed to fish for compliments, Harry. That is not done. Professor Flitwick, we only put a mirror in front of Professor McGonagall and let her see what person she became."

Harry added, "Let Lord Black know when we have to pay a visit to the Headmaster, sir."

When Flitwick was gone, Cindy Turpin came calling, "What did you do this time, Miss Granger?"

Mandy Brocklehurst answered, "She made Professor McGonagall cry. And she taught us how to change a matchstick into a needle. Professor Flitwick said she quit her job."

Head Girl Turpin sighed, "Two days! Two days and you burned through three professors! That must be some kind of record."

I defended myself, "Professor McGonagall could be a good teacher, she didn't start with it before she ran away. Snape on the other hand is a complete twat at his job and you know it."

I turned to Harry, "We best check our food and drinks for potions, we stirred the cauldron too much."

Harry nodded, "You are right, but, Hermione, the We Stirred, is the You Stirred the Cauldron. I was there for the brew, you did the stirring. You know, these cauldron equations don't work for me. They sound weird."

"I agree, Harry, Morgana's saggy tits or Merlin's dried-up nutsack are not something I want to bring into a conversation," I said to him, "I expect she had some nice tits once, did Merlin have any children?"

Turpin cut in, "Focus on McGonagall and what happened to her, explain to me why she quit her job?"

Harry got annoyed, "She couldn't face me after we confronted her with her part on how she helped Dumbledore in abusing me for years. All for the Greater Good."

Tracey held her hand up, "It could be because you chased her out of the class when she pretended to be a cat, Harry, you hit her a few times with a stinging hex."

Harry shrugged, "We had to save that cat from McGonagall, Merlin knows what she would do with that cat. You know Hermione, it can work if you let the Nutsack and saggy tits away."

Turpin shook her head, "You don't care, do you?"

Harry shook his head, "She was one of the three that dropped me off at my Aunt's doorstep, eight years I slept in a cupboard under the stairs. Not once did she check up on me. I say Fuck that bitch."

"Harry! Language!" I called out.

"Fornicate that female canine!… That doesn't sound that good, Hermione, also she is a cat. Somehow saying fuck that pussy gives the wrong message." said Harry after he corrected himself.

Fuck that pussy got Harry slaps from every girl in reach.

The news that Minnie quit her job was spread like Fiendfyre, I am starting to get the wrong reputation here, it is not my fault she quit, I caused it, but I did not force her to quit at all. If she can't stand some guilt tripping she should quit her… Hmm, she did quit her job. Meh.

Xxxxx

We took an afternoon nap, we have astronomy tonight, so a quick nap in the afternoon will get the edge off and keep us awake tonight. We gathered together an hour before dinner and discussed these last two days.

Daphne commented, "I never expected this outcome, the Ghost moving on was a bonus, I could not keep my eyes open, a better potion professor is a bonus too. But McGonagall quitting her Job? She taught our parents!"

Harry nodded, "I asked Sirius to do damage control, I reported what happened and what we said," he looked at me, "He asked that you do the rest next week. I don't know if he was serious or not."

"We better play nice for the rest of the week," said Tracey, "sacking two teachers and replacing one in two days is a bit much."

I grumbled, "Like that is all my fault, but I will play nice, not after dinner though, I am going to trash that Tonks until she yells her first name."

Tracey asked, "Do you think you can win, Hermione? She is a senior who will graduate this year."

I shrugged, "She doesn't know what spells I can do, no more than first-year spells she guesses. Oh, she will be in for a surprise."

Xxxxx

At dinner we sat at the Hufflepuff table with Neville, Hannah, and Susan, all eyes were on me now, even though Harry and Susan did damage too, the rumor mill said that McGonagall was pisdrunk in her office sleeping it off.

After dinner, Tonks took us to an empty classroom on the sixth floor, she opened the door and said, "Come in if you want a spanking, firstie,"

I smiled, "Those words are coming to bite you in the ass, Senior."

When we were inside, Tonks locked the room and blinded the windows, "This way nobody will see when I spank your bare ass miss Smarty-Pants, maybe I let Harry spank your ass, I bet he has the hots for you."

Harry protested, "Hmm, Nimm? Don't drag me into this, I want to live past this day, spanking Hermione's bare ass will prevent that."

Susan butted in, "Alright, what are the rules? What are the victory conditions? How long will the duel last?"

Tonks was full of confidence, "Smart-Pants can use any spell she learned, I limit myself to spells from the first three years. The victory condition is for her to call out she is a Smarty-Pants."

I nodded, "And for her to let everyone call her by her first name for a week."

Tonks protested, "That is not equal to Smarty-Pants!"

Hannah said, 'It is, Tonks, you are seven years older than Hermione, a day for each year."

Neville whispered to Harry, "Is it me or do you want to run away too? I am not ready to die when they get into a catfight."

Harry shook his head and whispered back, "She locked the door, Nev, there is no way to escape."

Susan did the countdown, "On three, One, Two, THREE!"

Tonks started with a series of stinging hexes that I easily avoided, I yelled "Lumos! When I did a silent Wingardium Levi-OH-Saa on Tonks skirt. While Tonks was scrambling to get her skirt down, I put sticking charms on that skirt to keep it up, a bit later she was wrapped up in her skirt, a petrificus totalus closed the deal.

I put a blindfold on her eyes and started teasing, "Now we wait for spanking, who was going to spank my ass? My bare ass? You know, Nimmy, you have good taste in underwear, that is one sexy panty, I'll take that as a trophy, what do you think? I'll take that as a Yes, turn around… no, let me help, Harry? Do the spanking please."

When Harry frantically shook his head, I complained, "Spoilsports! You can at least let the boys have a look at her ass! There is no fun to have with you girls. There, she is decent again, I did not even take her panty."

Those girls are no fun at all, the moment I flipped Tonks skirt, Hannah and Daphne turned the boy's head away from the fight, they got a good look at her panty though. Red lacy with frizzles, very sexy.

Tonks was still petrified, and stared daggers at me, I stroked her hair, and let my hand go down to her boob, Tonks eyes started to panic, "Well, the boys did not look much, they did see your red sexy panty, let's see if the bra matches the set. Don't look at me like that! You were planning to do it to me and let's face it, your knockers are a few sizes bigger than mine, you won't refuse to let the boys have a good look, do you? Stay silent if you agree. Tonks, I respect you! Come closer boys and meet the tits all the upper years crave for."

Harry sighed, "Stop teasing her, Hermione. You won fair and square, Neville, and I want to survive this day."

I fondled Tonks nipples through the fabric, "But Harry, she wanted to show my bare ass to you let you spank it, that means you could see my pussy too, so what are a few tits compared to that?"

I whispered in Tonks's ear, "I bet you are dripping wet at the thought of those two boys grabbing your tits, and sucking your nipples while we are watching, You could fuck me you said this morning, maybe I fistfuck you, that is a thought, isn't it? Or the boys double-team you, you the meat to their sandwich? What do you think?"

Susan, who heard all that, wanted to play along, she got closer and whispered, "I bet Hannah and Daphne wouldn't agree, they want their fanny to be the first. It sounded hot though, Tonks? Is your pussy dripping? I bet Hermione and I would finish you up. What do you think Tonks? Blink once if you agree."

Hmm? I would? I am just trash-talking to get her down a nudge or two. WTF? The bitch blinked once? Ah, I think she is calling our bluff. Two twelve year old's can't handle a senior.

Susan panicked and looked at me for help. I shrugged and said, "Not in a tacky room, we have to find a better place, Tonks, and we have to decide who can watch."

That will make it a win for us. I released the petrification, Tonks stretched out and turned to me.