"If I can handle her," Minerva McGonagall scoffs "Of course I can handle her, she's human like the rest of us, and a child at that."
"Great then, you will have responsibility over her. Now where will she sleep for the remainder of her stay. We can't possibly let her stay in the teacher wing, there's quite simply not enough room. All the rooms are filled." Snape drawls, in the monotone voice of his.
"She should go wherever she wants, if she wants to sleep in the gryffindor dorm one day and Slytherin another. Let her because she technically doesn't have a house, but at the same time she's all four." Flitwick suggests, Prof. Sprout nodding along with him, before turning towards Hermione. "How does that sound to you Hermione?"
"I don't mind that decision, it might be useful for me in the future." Hermione says in a bored tone, feigning exhaustion To try and hurry this up. Yawning to secure the thought.
"Right then, all in favor of her switching between dorm rooms?" Dumbledore asks
Three "aye's" ring out and all eyes turn to Snape. Who just shrugs and leaves the room.
"Well then that settles it, Hermione where would you like to stay for now? Of the three houses that are here right now that is." Dumbledore asks
"If it wouldn't be too much, which is the closest I'm quite tired and would like to sleep" Hermione says yawning.
"Gryffindor, Is the closest, but it is still quite a walk." Minerva says worry in her Tone.
"That's fine, I would just like to lay down as soon as possible"
"Right then, follow me" McGonagall says, leading Hermione out of the office with a quick goodbye, walking the quickest and shortest path, through the extensive hallways and Up the stairs to the portrait of the fat lady.
Upon arriving the fat lady looks at Hermione then at McGonagall then back at Hermione with wide eyes. Hermione smirks at being recognised but from her spot slightly behind Minerva. She places her finger on her lip and shakes her head as McGonagall says the password.
"Fortuna major"
The fat lady casts one last look at Hermione before opening, allowing passage into the Gryffindor common room.
Upon entering Hermione notices how warm and welcoming it feels. There are some kids laughing by the fire, playing with another kid that passed out on the couch. The red-headed twins that she sees have similar features to that Ron Weasley kid, look like they are scheming in the corner. Some kids notice McGonagall then notice Hermione and scamper from the room through a door that she assumes leads to the dorms.
"Well here we are, we can set you up in the female prefect room because this year two boys were chosen to be prefect, since I'm sure all the rest of the beds are filled." McGonagall says, leading Hermione through a side door, a short hallway and soon the door of the prefect room. A little tiny gargoyle sits on a pedestal Next to the door, its eyes glow red upon approach.
"Guardian" McGonagall speaks and the small gargoyle's eyes turn Green before a click sounds and the eyes fade. She grabs the door and it opens. The room is decent sized, bigger than she read the dorms are, queen sized bed and a window overlooking the grounds. She notices that her trunk is already here and waiting at the foot of her bed.
"This will be your place of residence in the gryffindor dorms, if you wish to stay in gryffindor that is. You can change the password to the room by speaking the word immutatio Before the gargoyle, its eyes will turn yellow and can be changed to whatever you wish. I shall now take my leave and allow you your rest." McGonagall states with kind eyes.
"Thank you professor." Hermione says as she goes to sit on her bed
"Saints above, this bed is so soft," Hermione thinks to herself.
"Goodnight dear," McGonagall says as she leaves.
Hermione scans the room for any discrepancies or magical listening devices. Finding none she breathes a sigh of relief before magically locking the door, warding it and stands before the full length mirror next to her desk. Watching herself for a second she grimaces in pain as her features bleed back to her natural born features, from having them not be for thousands of years.
Her eyes turn to a brilliant red, her hair a beautiful sterling silver. Her thin horns appear pressed flat against her head like they always have been, just invisible and intangible. Teeth sharpened to points and ears lengthening to tips. Groaning as she stretches, shaking the feeling of the change off.
"Fuck I've missed this face" Hermione said gently touching her reflection before reaching for the scar across her eye, the mark of banishment. "It has been far too long"
"Damn right it has been. I missed your ugly mug for these past 5 thousand years, why did you hide for so long" a pouting voice says from behind her.
Hermione spins around with a shocked expression across her face. Before it quickly morphs into a toothy grin. "Sanath Agran! By the saints, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." Hermione says moving quickly through her room to Demon leading against the bedpost. "Oh how I missed you sister."
The tall grey eyed, blue and red haired demon wraps all four of her arms around Hermione. "As I you, Arumuuth"
Hermione laughs, "That name hasn't been uttered to me in so long, I'd almost forgotten. It's good to hear it again," Hermione frowns "but I can't use it anymore… Remember I was cast out and stripped of my name and my place in your world, stuck on earth for the remainder of my life."
"And? Won't stop me from calling you tha-"
"But the laws, you'll end up right down here with me, and I could never wish that upon my big sister, what would mother think. She already despises me." Hermione says fire sparking from her clenched fists, heat prickling behind her eyes.
"Ah, ah none of that." Sanath says grabbing Hermione's fists, smothering the black flames "Always so emotional when it comes to family. Never did learn control of your powers did you." Hermione shakes her head. "Well then you have to do something about that."
"That's why I'm here." Hermione says motioning to the room around them.
"And where exactly is here?" Sanath says looking around at the room.
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