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"Please, don't leave me!"
"I have to."
"Hermione actually listen to your heart, you love me."
"Ivy, you were nothing but a Summer love."
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Ivy Primrose Smith, the girl who was He...
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Ivy walked down the halls of Hogwarts during the day and when night shined upon her, McGonogall got the girl ready for her sorting and the she was waiting patiently for the doors to open after the first years were sorted. She fiddled her fingers and though about it, and how she got here.
"Now, I would like you all to welcome our transfer student from America. I would like you all to give her a great Hogwarts Welcome to Ivy Smith." She said and the girl saw the doors start to open and she sighed, taking in a deep breath and walking down the student filled walk way as she looked over the teachers table and smiled slightly at all except when her eyes caught over a woman with bright pink clothes.
She furrowed her eyebrows and sat upon the wooden stool and McGonogall placed the old sorting hat on the girl's head. As she was about to have the hat on her head, she saw a girl with frizzy brown hair and and dark brown eyes that looked familiar.
"Hermione?" She mumbled and looked over the red and gold table and the hat was sat on her skull.
'My goodness a mind like yours can do wondrous things!' It said and the girl jumped. 'Now, let us see, yes, smart, very smart, and knows every spell up to seventh year. And bravery, for sticking up for your loved ones and cunning along the way. But where to put you?' He asked himself and the girls eyes stayed on Hermione's who were stuck in a book.
'Ah, you want to be with Ms. Granger. A very smart gal indeed, and maybe will help you along the way, yes, I can see it.' He said and got ready to yell out the house.
"Gryffindor!" He bellowed and the table cheered loudly as the girl blushed softly and got up off the stool, heading over to sit next to the girl she fell in love with. Once she sat down, she opened her mouth to say something, until a boy with bright red hair put his hand in her face.
"Hi, I'm Ron Weasley!" He said and the girl gasped while looking at him in awe. The man that hated the girl, and even comatosed her. She giggled at his hair cut and took his hand hoping to allow him to have a good start with her.
"Ivy Smith." She said and shook his hand. He smiled and she nods while trying to talk to the girl again, until a voice interrupted again.
Dumbledore gave his speech and when he started on the rules, the woman that caught Ivy's eyes cleared her throat and starts walking over to the podium. Everyone mumbled about what was happening and Ivy glared at her.
When she allowed her speech to flow, everyone rolled their eyes and the food showed on the table. The girl then looked over at Hermione and smiled. "Excuse me." She said and the girl turned around too fast and spilt the contents of her goblet onto the girl's lap.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She yelped and Ivy smiled while she gave a chuckle.
"It's fine." She stated and just before she could say anything else Hermione whipped out her wand and mumbled the spell while the spill disappeared.
Hermione smiled and started speaking. "Again, I'm sorry. Im Hermione by the way, Hermione Granger." She said and Ivy gave her a grin.
"Ivy Smith, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said and Hermione gave her a sheepish grin under her brown doe eyes.
That's when she looked over to see the boy who lived. He was smiling over at the girl and waved as she waved back.
Then she furrowed her eyebrows at something. Hermione voice was ringing in her head. Her eyes then widened and remembered what was actually going on in this time period.
The news in America was scanning over the England war with Voldemort. The Dark Lord as many of his followers call him this.
"Oh shit." She mumbled and Harry looked over the girl.
"You okay, Ivy?" He asked the brunette looks over him.
"Yeah, yes, I'm just... I'm just tired." She stated falsely and looked over him and then over his darkened eyes as he nods.
"Alright." He said. Ivy sighs and rubs her face thinking about what was going to happen if she didn't get out of this time, and soon.
She then looked over the younger Hermione as she looked over her. "By the way, you might be staying with us. We've always had an extra bed." She said and Ivy smiled then had another problem.
How was she going to keep herself under control when Hermione was right next to her?
