Myrtle pov

Following the time stream I dive out feeling a nudge landing on Hogwarts grounds, looking around I see a Phoenix hit the ground burning, looking around I panic seeing Rowena Ravenclaw heading in.

Seeing a baby burning in the Phoenix's place I take off grabbing Rowena's dress dragging her with me.

She smiles smoothing out her dress "what's wrong?" She asks, feeling a pull I take off letting her find Hermione, perching in a tree I watch as she lifts her once the flames go out.

Leaving this time, I coast on the stream playing in the currents before feeling another nudge I follow it, landing and looking around to find why I was sent here I tilt my head seeing a redhead boy being attacked by a werewolf.

Diving in I set myself on fire running it back to protect the boy, feeling everything set I check him finding him unharmed then take off.

"Child mine, come rest your mind and I'll sing you the story of her Eternal the jaded and lost restored anew"

Following the song I know is meant for me I tumble out chirping unhappily with being a hatchling again, it's so strange going from old enough to leave only to be back to this.

"You are but young to this" the voice sings before I'm rolled into a nest.

Chirping at her I open my mouth ready for food, getting fed I settle down looking at the golden white Phoenix, she's different then Hermione her feathers are blue and green, the Golden white Phoenix's cover me and warms me with her fire before singing to me.

Hermione pov

Sighing I fill out the forms to register as an Animagus again and to register Dracaena and Myrtle, as a Basilisk and Phoenix familiar making it safe completely.

I ignore Dumbledore's glare as Myrtle watches Dracaena before ignoring her completely "you have to let it go sometime, she was used and tricked" I whisper.

Handing it to the ministry worker I raise my brow as they look them over before nodding and leaving.

Turning I walk out keeping Dracaena small so she can sit around my shoulders with Myrtle.

Moving outside I sigh tilting my head back "not much longer and we can return home for the holidays" I mutter.

Hearing Myrtle sing softly before preening my hair I smile stroking her chest "not that home, my home belonging to Rowena" I say softly.

Feeling her peck my head I huff rubbing the spot "you're a brat" I mutter.

Dracaena curls up more against me and I place my hand on her before heading back inside "sorry" I mutter to her while heading for the library but get stopped by Potter and Weasley.

Raising my brow at their smirks I glance at the wands clinched in their hand before looking at them.

Seeing Weasley move to cast I raise a shield silently without my wand and watch it bounce off hitting the library door.

Madame Pince steps out glaring seeing Potter cast forcing me to let it hit me.

Grunting I raise my brow before pulling my wand hitting both with the same spells they cast getting thrown back "mediocre with magic at best and unwilling to do your work" I grunt.

"20 point from Ravenclaw" I hear Dumbledore call.

Looking at him I raise my brow "and the fact they attacked me first?" I say calmly.

"I witnessed you attack them" he says.

Glancing at Madame Pince she frowns " I witnessed them attack her first" she says from the door way catching Dumbledore's attention.

"I'm sure it was a misunderstanding a harmless prank by boys" he says waving her off.

"Like a student and professor's murdered was a prank gone wrong or a student almost attacked by a werewolf you were hiding in the shrieking shake" I snarl.

"Those never happened" he says glaring at me.

"Hermione Helena Ravenclaw died here in the Perfects' bathroom with Myrtle Warren a fourth year student who was being bullied by everyone" I growl before stalking away.

"Detention Ms. Ravenclaw" he adds.

"Fine" I growl continuing to the library.

Seeing Beeley settings books out I grab paper and a quill writing a note before drying it "Beeley, I need you to deliver this to Lucius Malfoy for me and tell him I want it started now" I say softly.

She nods taking it and leaves as I start moving the books for Madame Pince to check.