mudblood princess

unanswered questions

Hermione ran as fast as she could. She reached the quidditch pitch ten minutes too late. The students were standing in two neat lines. Slytherin on one side and Gryffindor on the other. Madam Hooch was standing with her back towards her. Hermione saw Daphne and Tracey signalling to her to come stand next to them. Hermione glanced over one more time to where Madam Hooch was standing. She then quickly stood next to them. Madam Hooch turned around and started walking towards where they stood. She eyed Hermione suspiciously but didn't say anything.

'so how was your trip to the library?' Daphne whispered.

'Confusing.' Hermione whispered back. 'I have more questions now than I had before.'

'Maybe we can help. Ask us some questions.' Tracey added.

'Okay first of the dark lord was all about blood purity but he was a half blood himself? What's the deal with that?' Hermione asked.

'Yeah, I get that it's a bit confusing. His father was a muggle and left his mother when she was pregnant. His mother then died and he was raised in a muggle orphanage. So he blamed muggles for all the bad things that happened to him during his childhood. He felt like children born with magic but with muggle parents didn't deserve their magic. And he hated people who would lower themselves to the muggle and muggleborn level. So there you have the reason for his hatred for muggles and muggleborns.' Tracey said. 'Sorry if was a bit of a long explanation.'

Around them people were stretching out their hands and staying Up to their broomsticks. 'I'll ask the other questions another time.' Hermione whispered to her friends. They then joined the others in efforts to raise the broom of the ground. Harry's broom had shot up immediately into his hand. He was now grinning smugly to the others who were struggling to raise the broom. Hermione was one of those people. She was the last one to get the broom into her hand.

'Okay. Now swing one leg over the broom and on my signal you can push off.' Madam Hooch told the young students.

'Wait, she just expect us to know how to fly?' Hermione asked her friends a bit worried 'This is just asking for problems.'

Tracey and Daphne didn't even get a chance to answer. A rather fat boy from Gryffindor started to float and was obviously starting to panic.

'Mister Longbottom. Get down here. I haven't given a signal yet. Mister Longbottom!' Madam Hooch was yelling at him. As if that would help the poor and very unfortunately named boy. He only kept getting higher and in his panic he flew towards the castle walls. He hid the wall and fell down. Many girls shrieked and covered their eyes. Others ran towards the fallen boy.

'Neville! Are you okay?' Harry yelled.

'Let me through.' Yelled Madam Hooch. She kneeled down next to the boy. 'Let's see. Looks like it's only a broken wrist. Nothing Madam Pomfrey can't fix.'

'Bloody hell. That must have hurt.' Ron said.

Hermione rolled her eyes. And thought to herself 'Thank you captain obvious.'

'I'm taking mister Longbottom to the hospital wing. I want everyone to stay on the ground while I'm gone.' Madam Hooch said. She looked at the students and then sighed 'Perhaps it's better if we just stop this lesson for today. You can go now.'

The Slytherins were making their way to the dungeons when Daphne asked Hemione if she had any more question about what she had read in the library.

'How is it possible that Harry survived the killing curse? According to the book he's the only one who ever survived the killing curse.' Hermione questioned.

'Well I'm sorry but I can't answer that. No one really knows how that is possible.' Daphne answered.

'One more question. They said there was never a body found. So how can they be so certain that the dark lord is really dead?' Hermione asked.

'Hmm that is a good question. I've never thought about that. I guess it's possible that he's still alive and he's just hiding somewhere.' Tracey answered.

'But why wouldn't he have contacted one of his old death eaters?' asked Daphne.

'No idea.' Shrugged Tracey. They had now reached the common room. Hermione her eyes were immediately drawn to Theo and his friends. The image of the family portrait came back to her mind.

'She was alone in the library reading about your family.' Draco said.

'Why would she do that?' Asked Zabini.

'Maybe she wants to pretend she is the real Hermione Nott and get some of the family fortune.' Draco offered.

'Or she actually is her. And she's just trying to find out more about her family.' Suggested Theo.

'Theo, I'm sorry. Your sister is dead.' Draco said harshly.

'Draco. You don't have any proof that she is actually dead. She might be my only family.' Said Theo.

'Listen Theo. I know this is rough for you. I understand-'

Draco was cut short by Theo who nearly yelled 'No, you don't understand. Your family is still alive and together. Mine is dead. There is only a small sparkle of hope that I might have someone left. And you keep trying to stomp it out.'

'Theo I'm sorry. I just don't want you to get hurt. You're like a brother to me.' Draco apologized.

'It's fine. I'm going to do some homework now.' Theo excused himself and walked off.

'Smooth. Very smooth, Malfoy.' Blaise said when Theo left.

'Shut up Blaise.' Draco bit back. 'we have to proof she isn't his sister before he get his hopes to high up.'

'Okay, and how do you suppose we'd do that?' asked Blaise.

'We confront her.' Draco said. Blaise just shrugged and nodded.

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I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I'm sorry they are quite short chapters. 

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