Hermione Granger and the Year Hidden from Hogwarts

Chapter 17

Hermione Granger and the Year Hidden from Hogwarts

Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 17

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that little taste of some beloved Hogwarts staff, not to mention the reference to the Weasley twins. Those two are my favorite. Anyway, we're getting close to a wrap on Hermione's time away from Hogwarts.

I'm planning to do a epic-length, detailed work, so I hope you're ready for the long haul!

For my strong commenters on AO3, I try to reply to all of them, but for some reason, the comments aren't sorted by time posted as I found out today. So, I might miss some here and there if I don't scroll through. I'll try to get to you though if I missed one.

As a warning, I don't proofread or have anyone proofread these chapters. Since I do this just for fun, as soon as I finish, I'm uploading them, so hopefully you can overlook any grammatical errors!

With all that, enjoy!

April 15th, 1992

Balls from all directions shot her way, shocking her for a moment. Trainer Hart said there'd be three "shooters" like normal. Luckily, muscle and mind memory took over. For the first time ever, she instantly summoned the light straw colored energy and froze no less than ten dodgeballs before they impacted her body.

A bead of sweat rolled down her temple from the strain of holding the objects, frozen aloft in the air. She switched to her metavision, hearing someone gasp as they broke protocol and gave away their position. They must've been one of the new recruits roped into upping the complexity of her training.

Lord only knew that the rest of the "helpers" had seen her eyes glowing magnesium white countless occasions before.

In this vision, she was able to see the locations of the "attackers," no matter how well they'd hidden. They all glowed with energy, even if they were missing that extra core of power that Hermione and the supernatural creatures possessed.

She brought her second hand up, using it to help her brain split into some many different commands as, in one go, she sent the balls hurtling back in the direction of their thrower.

Some of the trainers had been hiding behind walls, so the only sound was a smacking thud. The unfortunate ones that'd not been taking cover took the full brunt of the impact, being forced off their feet, falling to the ground some distance behind themselves.

Before the ones still standing could retaliate, Hermione got her energy spooled up in her hands, glowing blue—sapphire blue—she corrected, recalling the closest color she could without referencing her charts—much darker than her normal bluebell.

She'd been intending to catch and release any incoming projectiles with another repeat, but maybe she was too drained to do more, and this new color was the furthest she could deviate from her natural state.

The blue swirled in a half circle around her hands, and since none of the masses of the hostiles had moved just yet, she risked a glance down. She tried to manipulate the energy into another shape, but the effort made her gasp, as if this particular color preferred circular shapes. If she hadn't drained herself on her singular, flashy, albeit effective, move, she might not have noticed, bending the energy to her will, but as it was, she decided to go with it, use it at its natural state.

One of the figures moved, and she lifted her hands up, glowing with their transparent sapphire hue. She braced for impact, but the... the shields absorbed most of it, sending the ball ricocheting around the room.

Another trainer threw, and she blocked that as well.

But when a third went to repeat, the spherical shields flickered and fizzled out, forcing her into a side roll to dodge.