Riddles.

Chapter I

Riddles

Bacon. It's like a high-five for your mouth.
- Irrelevant quotes brought to you by Heckyehbaconpancakes. I feel like this should be the time to say that I am a vegetarian.

Summary:

So, if you actually wanted to know what this story's about instead of just reading one of those crappy five word summaries that you get at the beginning, then wait one second while I give a message to people who don't like spoilers: turn away now, and read chapter one. Be none the wiser while you still can.

Okay, so this is an AU where Hermione is a Slytherin - who, wait for it ... was not actually born in 1979.

No, this is not a time-travel story. She was born in 1926. Looking at the picture will pretty much tell you what this story is about if you do your research. I wouldn't advise it though, because that would probably spoil the first few chapters for you. But if you're like me then you will anyway.

Well, this is the end of the summary because I don't want to say too much. Thank you for reading this.

P.S. DO NOT WORRY. THIS IS NOT TOMIONE. OR VOLMIONE.

P.P.S. Sorry not sorry if you were hoping for that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Royals by Lorde. I own some of the plot line (any resemblance to the Harry Potter plot line is not mine, JK Rowling wrote that obviously) and my story ideas, nothing else.

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Chapter I

It was a shock, to say the least, for Hermione's muggle parents when she received her Hogwarts letter. For her, it was inevitable: by Hermione's seventh birthday, she could feel the magic spark at her fingertips at every emotional surge. At first, it was uncontrollable - a deep emerald fire would threaten to engulf her soul, a ball of bright green flames forming in the palm of her hand.

She once managed to light her primary school on fire when she was still fixated around her somewhat troubling past, her mind still tied to the idea of merciless revenge.

The blazing flames encircled her petite frame, heating her skin to immense temperatures. By this time, the rest of the school had evacuated the surrounding area and found themselves one body short. Hermione had hoped it was two. Of course, she was the missing person, but she wanted that bastard to be the one in the fire. The one with flames eating away at their flesh.

Pain clouded her vision as she fought to hold on to her anger. She was embracing it, just as the books said. After what seemed like hours through the searing ocean of pain, the fire that once consumed her burst from its cage. The relentless flames had been tamed - releasing Hermione from their tight hold, letting her knees succumb to the sudden heaviness of her own body and her head fall to the merciless floor.

That was one of her worst attacks. They seemed to end after that, thankfully. Her sanity couldn't take much more of the endless torture that clouded her childhood.

Hermione thought about this boarding the train that would lead her to one of the most prestigious school of wizarding Britain. The Hogwarts Express. No words could describe the train accurately - it was too stunning to transfer on to paper. She had read enough about it to know that the most vivid descriptions did not do it justice.

Hermione looked over to the clock on the wall opposite the train. It read 10.48; plenty of time to get a carriage. She was shoved to the side by a hoard of eleven-year-olds on hyper drive as she tried to board the train, their giggles echoing through the corridor as she searched for an empty carriage - or at least one that was sparsely filled so as to not disturb what little peace and quiet she would have for the entirety of her first year.