Hermione One Shots {HIATUS}

•~H.G. x Male OC #4 The Guardian~•

IMPORTANT PSA!!!!!!!

Yo what's up y'all? sorry again for how inconsistent i've been, things have been rough. I went through so much, this is only thing that seems to be helping me tough this out. Sorry, and if anyone has a request, I'd like to put a plan together to sort this out. Also, if you think any part deserves a P2, don't be afraid to message as I care about every opinion and i'd like to better myself by doing this. thank you so much in advance. Back to the story! 

So this was a pain to edit bc originally i wanted to have a fem oc but it made more sense for Rylee to be a male so yay..? also i wrote it like that...whoops? anyways enjoy :3

H.G. x Male OC #4 The Guardian

SIDE NOTE THAT IS RELEVANT TO THE STORY

A Guardian is someone who gave half of their soul to someone else in order to protect them in their next life. Usually it's the better half of the soul.  Because of this spell, both people are reincarnated as long as there is a threat to the other party. Once the threat is gone, the reincarnation stops.

"Harry...You know that new boy Rylee? The transfer from..." Hermione questioned.

"The other magic school? Yeah he's in our year right? Didn't he get sorted into...Griffendor" Ron answered.

"His last name. He never said it, and he always has his guard up, is he antisocial?" she said, continuing on, "I know it starts with an R, and people are wondering why he didn't get into slytherin..."

"Could it be...no. No no no. That is not the case." Harry said wearily, an afraid expression dashed across his face, his green orbs emotionless.

"Harry. If that was the case I think Dumbledoor would've told us. So far he hasn't done anything out of the ordinary. He's in our house, therefore we can trust and watch him. But I have this feeling..." Hermione said in hopes to calm her friend down, that feeling now overwhelming she realized the more she thought about the new boy the more it became apparent that the feeling was getting stronger.

"Mione, what is it? Something bothering you...?" Ron asked, worried for his friend.

"No it's just I feel like i've seen him before today, and multiple times. Like a long lost friend..." She blushed,

"Anyways we have...that new class for sixth years...Weaponry right?"

"Yeah its in the courtyard I think.."

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"Hello class and good morning to you all. You are in this select class because Dumbledoor felt that all of you will need this training. I am Professor Robins, magical blacksmith. Today we will be learning how to use renaissance weaponry, also known as enchanted swords and spears. In this class, you will learn all types of weapon magic. Including defensive, offensive and healing. You will learn about legendary weapons and their wielders. There is actually one in this room, Rylee...please come to the front and demonstrate."
He walked through the crowd and passed Hermione without saying a word. There he stood, being eyed at like a piece of fresh steak thrown to the dogs. Out of nowhere appeared a long spear with a curved sliver point, obsidian and gold etchings lined the blade.
Professor Robins began, "This is the Serpentine's Spear. This relic has been passed down for generation in Rylee's family. It is capable of casting and retaining the most complex of charms, spells as well as the most wretched curses. An example, Rylee." He finished with a stern expression on his face.
The boy sighed, muttered something under his breath and ran his hand across the blade, leaving behind a white aura around it.
"Expecto Petronum." he chanted, as he threw the spear
up skyward, white waves of light came from the blade, blueish sparks flying all over the courtyard. Rylee spun the spear to his side, the patronus's light fading. His blood red orbs looked around feverishly in search of Hermione's eyes and spoke to them.
Meet me in the tower, at 23:00. I have something to tell you. It's very important.
Hermione's breath hitched as she realized Rylee's  mouth had not moved. "No that can't be...how how...how did you do that...?" she muttered under her breath.