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

4. Chapter 4

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Mrs. J.K.,… Joanne, can I call you that? No? Damn, well, maybe I can after I am famous… yeah, I know that will never happen, but I can dream, can I?

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Sirius nodded, "We will talk tomorrow after breakfast. Have fun for now."

4 Of to Hogwarts!

I smiled at Sirius, "I like Fun, thank you, Lord Black."

In the following hours, Harry dragged me around, introducing me to more future classmates, Pansy and Millicent, Lisa Turpin, Zachariah Smith, Terry Booth, and Luna Lovegood to name a few, a lot of older and younger kids were attending, I think Ginny and Ron are here too, I spotted a lot of redheads, but that is normal in the UK, it is littered with redheads, only Ireland has more of them.

I hit it off with Luna strangely enough, she has a special kind of humor, the kind you have to pause and think about what she meant, she irked me with her invisible animals, I irked her with the Black Hole in the center of the Milky Way. It was fun, nobody could follow our discussion.

Well, there was Draco and Nott, representing the Creme-de-la-Creme of the Pureblood faction, although Crabbe and Goyle represented the dregs of that Faction.

Draco sniffed, he had to bite his tongue to stay polite, I bet his Mum laid down the law. He could not help getting a barb in when Harry demonstrated flying on a broom while I questioned the sanity of flying on a cleaning tool, "Muggles can not invent something like the Nimbus 2000, I bet you never went higher than on a swing or climbing in a tree."

While I watched Harry risking his life in the air, I answered, "When we went on holiday two years ago to Greece, our airplane was 30000 feet up in the sky, when I complete my studies in the Normal World, they are going to offer me a spot in their Space Program, if I am selected to go up with the Space Shuttle, I will be around 200 Miles high.

I looked sideways at Draco, "If I said some words you did not understand, please tell me, I will explain them to you." I looked back up at Harry and commented, "There must be better ways to travel through the sky than sitting on a stick, why doesn't that thing have a seat? Footholds? A decent steering mechanism? Some protection from the wind and rain? Autopilot? So that it flies on its own?"

Daphne agreed with me, "That is why I don't like flying on a broom! My hair got messed up, bugs splat on my clothes, it is freezing cold in winter and when it rains you get soaked."

Draco shrugged, "Girls…"

Harry landed after his demonstration and asked, "What do you think, Hermione? Do you want to try it out? It is easy."

I shook my head, "Nope, my feet stay on the ground unless they invent something better than a charmed cleaning tool, you know what? Us girls will invent something more suitable than a stick and some bristles to fly with."

Daphne jumped in, "Yes, something that doesn't mess our hair up, and keeps us dry."

Susan added, "Autoflying seems interesting, set the destination and fly there, you can read a book on the way."

Hannah got in the mood too, "It has to be spelled to fly invisible, or invisible for Muggles, like the Knight bus. Maybe even carry loads or passengers."

Tracey shook her head, "No, not invisible, just put an illusion of a small muggle Airplane or Helicopter on it."

Zabini chuckled, "Those are all good ideas, they will never come through though, where would you fly to? The Floo, Portkey, or Apparating are all instant traveling, so why would you fly? Brooms are for fun and Quidditch Games. If you want to travel somewhere, those three methods are faster than flying. Even the Knight bus is faster."

I grumbled, "The Knight bus is the worst kind of traveling, even the Gringotts carts are safer than that bus. That Driver is mad I tell you."

Daphne sighed, "It was fun to discuss it, thank you for ruining our fun, Blaise."

At the dinner table, I recognized Ron Weasley, he has the table manners of a baboon, and even that is insulting to the baboons. His sister's face was the same color as her hair from embarrassment, this is the guy I am supposed the marry? Getting a driver's license in his late thirties and still has to cheat… yeah, I don't think that will fly without a lot of Amortentia.

That night was one big PJ Party, we played games until eleven and called it a night. Bones Manor is very big, so big that with two persons in a room, there were still enough rooms left to house a Quidditch team or two. I bunked with Luna, she is a hugger alright, she snuggled up at me and fell asleep immediately.

Xxxxx

After breakfast, everybody left, except me, Hannah, and Neville. Sirius called me over, "I think it is time we have a talk, Miss Granger. Come, the others are waiting."

We arrived in Madam Bones's office, or is it a Parlor? Anyway, Madam Bones, the Abbots, Sirius, and a shabby-looking man,who must be Remus Lupin. Gramps had issues with that man, he is in too deep with Dumbledore to be trusted I have to be careful with him before I trust him.

I looked around, no Harry or any other kid, I guess this will be a third-degree questioning. Sirius started the conversation, "First of all, Miss Granger, thank you for the help you gave Harry, we do have some questions on how you got in contact with him. Harry swore to keep it secret, only recently he gave your name to invite you here and asked me to be your Magical Guardian."

Sirius pushed further, "You see, Miss Granger, the person who revealed Harry's and my situation claimed that he removed your memories of him and made you think it was all your idea. Do we have your permission to search your memories?"

Carefully I asked, "Who would be snooping around in my mind? I am not comfortable with someone messing with my head, especially since it happened last year, that is too long ago, isn't it? Most of all is it dangerous for me?"

Sirius pointed at Lupin, "Remus has experience with it, he will examine your mind. He is a close friend of me and Harry's parents."

I shook my head, "No, not him, that will not happen, Lord Black. First of all, where was he all these years when Harry needed help? Was it too much to ask to visit Harry once a year? You were in Azkaban, where was he?"

Sirius looked at Lupin for an answer, Lupin sighed, "I was not allowed to take care of Harry, Miss Granger, I have a condition that prevents me from looking after Harry. Dumbledore reassured me that Harry was properly cared for and it was safer for him to keep my distance."

I said, "You just gave me the reason why you are not allowed in my head, being a Werewolf is one night a month, Mr. Lupin, those other days you could easily pay a visit to Harry. But Dumbledore is more important to you than Harry. I bet you are running to him after this meeting even after everything you found out about him. What is it? A Loyalty Oath? A Servant contract?"

Sirius turned to Lupin and asked, "Remus? Tell me this is not true, did you swear loyalty to Dumbledore?"

Lupin felt all eyes on him, with no way to talk him out of it, he sighed, "Yes, he made me swear loyalty to him, to prevent being forced to swear to the Wolf packs or Greyback. I owed him too much to refuse it, Siri."

I asked Sirius, "Was he the idiot of the Marauders? Is it possible to be this stupid? Lupin! How many wolves went to Hogwarts? How many Spies did Dumbledore need in the Wolf packs? Lord Black, let him swear to keep this meeting a secret, not even give a memory of it before he leaves."

Lady Abbot softly commented, "Now I understand why Harry said she is scary smart. She has a sharp mind, clearly a Ravenclaw."

Madam Bones said, "Remus Lupin, you are compromised, do as Miss Granger said and leave, ask Dumbledore to lift that loyalty oath from you if he still considers himself on the light side."

Sirius looked disappointed at Lupin, "Swear it Remus, you owe James and Lily that much, you owe Harry that much. YOU OWE ME!"

Gramps was right, Lupin is Dumbledore's lapdog. Too proud to ask for help and feeling sorry for himself when nobody helped him.

Xxxxx

When Lupin was gone everyone looked at me, Madam Bones asked, "How did you know Mr. Lupin is a Werewolf?" Sirius added, "Or that he was a part of the Marauders?"

I shrugged, "I just know." at the looks of everyone I caved in, "You are not exactly silent when you talk about the good old days, Lord Black. Calling someone Moony is not very subtle either. Having Werewolves in Hogwarts would let every pureblood scream bloody murder, so I guessed he was the only wolf allowed to attend. Padfoot relates to your Dog Animagus isn't it?"

Sirius paled, "How did you find out I am an animagus?"

I answered, "In Harry's first letter to me he wrote that you said 'the scruffy dog got rid of his lice and fleas, Moony called you Padfoot, it was not that hard to find out, really."

Knowing the story helps too, but I better not tell them that. That would ruin my genius rep. I decided to throw him a bone, "That, and Harry mentioned it in his third letter."

Lord Abbot commented, "Harry must trust you completely for telling you that, that he likes you a lot showed yesterday. We won't ask again to examine your memories, but what can you tell us?"

I closed my eyes, what would be believable? Meh, I'll wing it, "Dumbledore has plans for Harry, he needs Harry for something, not to fight or for House Potter business, he wants Harry weak and abused. Blocking his mail will make every child resent him for not answering or thanking them for their gifts, so Harry will be isolated at Hogwarts. His Scar is important too, it means something, there is too much propaganda made over it. Dumbledore will most likely place a boy or girl next to him to be his friend, through him or her he can steer Harry the way he wants to. When the time is ripe, Harry will gladly sacrifice himself for The Greater Good because he is a worthless Freak."

I shrugged, "Then Dumbledore rushes in and saves the day and is more famous than Merlin. It probably has to do with Voldemort or those Death Eaters, Harry is famous for that, isn't it? Did someone examine that scar?"

Madam Bones shivered, "That may be closer to the truth than I would like to admit. Harry's situation before our mystery person's intervention was just like that, a weak abused child who would be glad to be at Hogwarts and look up to Dumbledore as the second coming of Merlin. Harry's scar is been taken care of, Miss Granger, there is no need to worry about it anymore."

Lady Abbot asked, "That is why Sirius had to be out of Azkaban? To be Harry's Guardian? To be yours?"

I nodded, "He is the only one who could overrule Dumbledore's grasp on Harry. Now that Harry is out of reach, I would be the next target to let him control Harry, I am a Muggleborn with zero rights in the Wizarding world, you can guess what he could do to me. That is why I need a Magical Guardian or I will not survive Hogwarts."

Too much? Nah, I have to add some drama, or else they will keep on digging and I might slip up. It is good to know they handled Harry's scar, that is one worry less for me. Playing the smart kid is fun, I am smart though, scary smart as Harry said. With the memories from my previous life and my Eidetic Memory combined, I am eager to get Hogwarts done so I can do the Ivy League! I always wanted to go there in my old life, now I have the chance and I will bloody take it! Screw those small-minded pricks at Hogwarts!

Sirius said, "I will make you my Ward, no matter what, Miss Granger. Next weekend I will take you and your parents to the Ministry to register you as a House Black Ward. And as Harry demanded will swear never to sign a contract without the approval of your parents and you."

I smiled, "Thank you Lord Black, and please, everyone, call me Hermione."

Xxxxx

The weekend after, I got registered, I got a nice ring on my finger, and even pocket money from Sirius, TEN Galleons a month! I am Rich! He blushed when I introduced him to my Account Manager Griptooth and saw my investments, on my advice he invested in Ellerby and Spudmore, the creators of the Firebolt. That was a long-term investment, I am for the quick bucks in the normal world. By now my £50.000 skyrocketed to £200.0000, that is 40.000 Galleons! I am Griptooth's most favorite human, no doubt he invested some of his own money too. I promised Sirius to be responsible with my pocket money and not spend it all on candy.

Anyway, the book list came through, while we were here, we could do our shopping with Harry, and Susan, and Hannah, and Neville, and Daphne, and finally Tracey. Sirius felt like he was herding cats, we were all over the place.

I promoted the bookbag, "Think about it, you can carry all your books and writing materials, everywhere, it has a featherweight so if it holds one book or a hundred, the weight stays the same. It is a solid investment for the seven years at Hogwarts, and I like the unicorn motive on the flap."

Another piece of advice was the Slytherin care package in the bookstore. Sirius, as a shareholder took the manager aside for a moment, after that, every student was informed that the Potion Professor recommended these books to Slytherin students. That way they could decide to buy them or not. That will get Snape's panty in a twist.

Neville got an Owl, a Barn owl, named Trevor. A few comments from Harry about criminals that chuck Neville out of a two-story window got that bastard banned from Longbottom Manor with his toad. I might have hinted at that… no, I am not manipulating… much. At least that owl will not get lost all of the time. His brand new Wand lifted his confidence too. Cherry wood and the Tail hair of a feisty mare.

Xxxxx

To prepare for my stay in Hogwarts, and lift my boredom, I bought the course books for the first-year Mathematics Course from Oxford and Cambridge, somehow I have a talent wit juggling numbers, I bought the books on Chemistry too, that way I am preparing for Astrophysics after my OWLS.

Dad didn't mind, he is loaded! Our investments are doing great, the second year in a row we multiplied our money, the result? Plenty of books for me!

The weeks flew by, I visited Harry regularly, he avoided coming to our house to keep my address a secret, I always took the Knight bus a distance away from my house and checked myself for tracking charms when someone on the bus came too close. I became quite paranoid. It is not paranoia if they are out to get you, I had to dispel myself two times already.

Three weeks before Hogwarts, Dad signed the School contract, with Sirius co-signing as Magical Guardian, once that contract was sent, I got my first warning for underage magic. That fucking contract activated the trace! Meh, I got everything according to the list from Harry, and I studied enough spells in advance, I am practicing potions now, no way that greasy bat is giving me anything less than an O+, I have my pride.

Xxxxx

We arrived at the platform at 9.30 AM well on time, as agreed with the others to sit together, we had a full compartment, it could fit eight if we shrank our trunks. It was a bit crowded, Blaise and Neville, Susan and Hannah, Daphne and Tracey, and Harry with me. I bet the boys loved the skin contact.

Lady Greengrass felt sorry for us and enlarged our compartment, "It will last for two days, this will be more comfortable, for the girls."

"Thank you, Aunt Veronica," said Hannah, "we would have managed it, but this is much better."

I chuckled, "Too bad, I bet Neville wouldn't mind that you sat on his lap for the ride, Hannah."

Hannah shrugged, "He has to wait four years for it, Hermione, we can't rush it. Us girls must play hard to get."

Susan giggled, "Did you read that from your Mum's romance novels, Han?"

"Hey there is good stuff in those books, you know," protested Hannah, "I learned a lot of it already. Neville, first Hogsmeade weekend you will take me on a date."

Neville frowned, "Hannah? We are only allowed to go to Hogsmeade in our third year."

Hannah nodded, "I know, write it down so you won't forget it. I want the works, flowers, Tea, and cakes at Madam Puttifoot, and some candy from Honeydukes. You can make suggestions too if you want."

Nervously Neville nodded, "I'll write it down, remind me of it in two years and a month, will you Hannah?"

Susan giggled, "I bet you won't forget that, Neville."

Lady Greengrass smiled, "I am glad you are planning for the future, have fun in school."

When the Weasleys arrived, then it was time to leave. And behold! Ron is on a mission to become Harry's best mate. He looked inside, spotted Harry, and opened the door, "can I sit here, everywhere else is full."

I answered, "Three compartments that way have more room, Mister Weasley, we are at maximum capacity."

"Huh? What is capacity?" was his reaction.

I rolled my eyes, "That you have to wait to kiss Harry's butt, Mr. Weasley, our compartment is full."

"Slytherin, you must be a slimy Slytherin," he grumbled when he walked away.

"As long as I don't have to sit near him I am OK with every House," I sighed, "that boy has no table manners, a caveman has better table manners."

Harry grinned, "So you are planning to be a slimy Slytherin, Hermione?"

I shrugged, "I doubt it, there are too many Pureblood bigots in there, I think Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff."

Harry asked, "Why not Griffindor? That is not a bad House either."

I shook my head, "Nope, that is the House of the Bullies, I listened to your second-year friend's stories at your birthday party, The Weasley Twins think that they are funny when they prank other houses and the only punishment they get is detention and some points deducted. Even when the victims had to go to the school nurse. There is also the rivalry between Griffindor and Slytherin, which is too much of a hassle."

Daphne commented, "I am planning to sort in Slytherin, I am cunning and ambitious. I have plans to go into politics."

I raised my eyebrow, "Does your husband agree with that, Daphne? You know as a proper Pureblood Slytherin you are in high demand, seven years of training by Snape will convince you that Malfoy or Nott are the proper spouses to choose from. You have it all, pretty, rich, and pure as gold. So sit at home and pop a child or two out, then you can have tea parties with your fellow suffere… friends."

Daphne shuddered, "Hermione you have a knack to kill the mood. I was so set on Slytherin now you made me doubt."

Hannah smirked, "I am safe, I want in Hufflepuff. Sprout is known to be a good Head of House."

I shrugged, "Slytherin is OK too, if you can remove Snape. He is a Death Eater who got off thanks to Dumbledore, he was supposed to be a spy for Dumbledore. Now he has to prove to his Death Eater Buddies that he is a proper Death Eater, so he is leading a Death Eater training camp in Slytherin. They can get away with everything, Dumbledore is supporting Snape, he needs his spy with the Death Eaters."

Blaise sighed, "That was the analysis of my Mother too, Hermione. Although Dumbledore lost his Pawn, things might change a bit."

Harry groaned, "Blaise, at least call me a Rook or Knight. Not a bloody Pawn. I am told that I have four options, all have their benefits and faults. Worse is Slytherin, with Snape and the Death Eater kids, life would be hard, but once I have my connections I could control them. Potter and Black have enough money to make that happen. Griffindor is the obvious choice, that will set Dumbledore's mind at ease and make him think I am easily controlled, it is full of Weasleys though."

He looked at me, "My choice is probably the same House Hermione goes to, Ravenclaw. The problem will be Dumbledore, he doesn't want a smart Pawn. Hufflepuff is the safest choice, there I will be underestimated, a loyal hard-working Pawn for Dumbledore."

Tracey glared at Harry, "Now you are killing the mood too, where in Morgana's name do we have to sort to?"

Blaise answered, "If you sort in Slytherin, they form a block. According to my Mother, mingling with other Houses is discouraged during the first four years. That is long enough to lose your childhood friendships."

Susan complained, "What I can not understand is why they don't tell us how we are going to be sorted. They keep on telling us it is a rite of passage."

I shrugged, "It is more a compulsion to keep it a secret, I bet it is in that school contract our parents had to sign, it had hundreds of clauses. I know how we get sorted by the way. Do you want to hear?"

Harry narrowed his eyes, "Hold on Missy Granger! I remember you joking about it last year! Wait… it was showing our underwear to McGonagall, according to the color we get sorted, pure white was accepted in Hufflepuff too. Another method was singing a song in your mind wearing a Singing Sorting Hat, A Brave, Cunning, Smart, or Loyal song. What else? Ah! Lighting Sparks with your Wand! Red, Blue, Green, or Yellow ones."

I protested; "Hey! That is completely possible! OK, maybe not the underwear, but the rest is plausible."

Susan groaned, "And we are back at square one. I am for Hufflepuff."

Neville shrugged, "Gran expects me to go to Griffindor, but I am OK for Hufflepuff too."

Harry said, "Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, depending on where Hermione goes too... What? She is smart! She can help me with my homework!"

Blaise rolled his eyes, "Just say you like her dimwit. Stop hiding behind silly excuses. Hermione, Harry will take you on the first Hogsmeade Weekend on a date. There is it that hard?"

Daphne protested, "Hey! I wanted that date!"

Blaise shrugged, "I bet Harry can handle both of you, Daphne, I bet there is room for Tracey too."

Do I want to share? I doubt it, having fun maybe, but not as a serious relationship, those are bound to fail anyway. But it is fun to joke about it. We spent part of the trip planning our dates, including choosing the outfits for the boys. They were happy when the Lady with the snack cart passed by.

Xxxxx

At the station in Hogsmeade, Hagrid gathered the firsties, us, and guided us to the boats. Pushy Weasley wanted to shove me away to sit next to Harry, I snapped at him, "Wait until tomorrow to kiss Harry's butt, Weasel! Quit annoying me! Learn some manners first."

Ow? Did he trip and fall into the water? Oops? Bad manners and clumsy too? Poor boy.

Soaking wet, Weasley fumed, "Slytherin! You must be a slimy Slytherin"

I nodded, "So are you, Weasel, you are trying to be Harry's best mate so you can share some of his glory, that is pure Slytherin. I bet you are a slimy Snake too."

"I AM NO SLIMY SNAKE!" roared Ron, "You are one! You want to fool me! I am on to you!"

I nodded again, "I bet someone said to get friends with Harry so you get good grades and pocket money, how much did he promise? Two Galleons a month? No, I bet it is no more than five Sickles."

"It is a Galleon if you must know you nosy Slytherin! That is much more than five...!" then Ron realized what he was flapping out.

Harry dryly asked, "What if I give you two Galleons to stay away from me, Weasley?"

"She tricked me! That slimy snake tricked me! I don't get any Galleons to be your friends mate!" pleaded Ron, "You have to believe me."

Hagrid got tired of the drama, and roared, "GET IN THE BOAT!" he was a bit touchy about his role of delivering Harry to the Dursleys, hearing Ron spilling the beans was the last drop, "Weasley! Get in the last boat alone and shut your mouth!"

When we crossed the lake, I heard Daphne comment, "You know, Hermione would be a natural Slytherin."