their table. Seamus's melted cauldron spewed their destroyed potion across the floor. As
the liquid touched the first set of shoes, melting them, everyone jumped on their stools to
avoid it. Hermione frowned as she heard Neville crying in the corner, wincing as red boils
sprang up over his limbs.
Probably added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off of the fire, she thought to
herself.
"Idiot boy!" Snape snarled as he cleared away the mess, glaring down at poor,
frightened Neville. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron
off the fire?"
Hermione briefly smirked to herself. Maybe she was exactly where she belonged.
June 20th, 1992One mountain troll, a three-headed dog, a baby dragon, a giant chess set, and two
new best friends later, Hermione Granger was thrilled to be a witch. Granted, her current
level of excitement sprang from the news that not only had she passed her end of year
exams, but she had the highest scores of her entire year. Harry and Ron were just pleased
to have not been kicked out, but winning the House Cup was an incredible bonus.
Oh, and surviving an attack by You-Know-Who.
The three friends gathered in the back of the Hogwarts Express, sharing stories and
Chocolate Frogs.
"I got Armando Dippet," Ron stated, showing off his card before practically
swallowing the Chocolate Frog whole. "He used to be Headmaster of Hogwarts before
Dumbledore."
"Professor Dumbledore," Hermione corrected as she opened up her copy
of Hogwarts, A History.
"Why're you always reading that thing, 'Mione?" Ron asked.
Hermione made a face. "Don't call me that, I don't like nicknames," she informed
him. "And I'm always reading it because it's my favourite book. You don't understand
because you grew up in a Wizarding family. But when I found out I was a witch, it was like