The life Hermione Jean Granger knew changed the day she received her letter to Hogwarts. Four years later, it's about to change again. Secrets which have been kept hidden from her all her life are about to be revealed. Power which she had been denie...
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September 19th, 1994
If what they say is true and home really is where the heart is, then the Library of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was Hermione Jean Granger's true home. Two weeks into the new school year and the bushy haired Gryffindor had spent more time with a table stacked with heavy tomes than she had with her own friends.
Thankfully, they understood her need to be studious in her work.
Or at the very least, they were too absorbed in talks of Quidditch or trips to Honeydukes to truly notice her absence.
"You should have seen it, Mione," Ron Weasley spluttered to her the night before whilst chewing - unattractively - on a large chicken leg.
"Harry was brilliant," the manner-less redhead swallowed the chicken in his mouth to continue, "And that Firebolt of his is bloody quick."
"Of that, I have no doubt," Hermione had responded. "Now, Ronald, please do be quiet. At least until after you have finished devouring your food."
The youngest Weasley boy blushed at that. He was often being called out on his eating habits.
And his talking habits.
And his talking whilst eating habits.
Unfortunately, the message never seemed to quite sink in.
Now, in the silence and comfort of the Library, Hermione wondered what she had seen in him the previous year.
Oh yes, that damnable crush of hers had long since past. And she was thankful for it.
Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley had been her best friends since her first year at Hogwarts. It was a friendship that, though had not started well, had grown to become seemingly impenetrable. Sure, they had their moments from time to time, but Hermione, Harry and Ron had always found their way back to one another.
This had become glaringly obvious to her when they traveled to the Quidditch World Cup over the holidays.
Ron's father, Arthur, had secured them tickets and they had all reveled in the spectacle that was Ireland verses Bulgaria. However, after the match, their campsite had been set upon by Death Eaters - wizards still loyal to the fallen Dark Lord, Voldemort.
