The third year

Hermione's life had been crazy. She loved her best friends, Ron and harry, but on days like this, or months like this really, where she wished she hadn't been looking for Neville's toad, or hadn't begged for the hat to put her in Gryffindor. She would never tell anyone what the hat was thinking.

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Ahhhhh I see. You crave knowledge…. But not naturally

At that Hermione scoffed. Knowledge, she spent all summer drinking up all of the words from her textbooks, only reading them three times each. Practicing spells and wand flourishes. She knew all that she could about Hogwarts and definitely naturally sought out knowledge.

Tisk tisk miss granger, I'm not saying you aren't smart…you're trying to prove yourself…because you're a muggleborn! Ahhhhh…you could be in Slytherin

No! No! Don't put me in Slytherin…please please please. She begged. She pleaded.

"Not Slytherin?" she turned her head. The Slytherin table actually looked relieved. Prats.

"Lets see…. GRYFFINDOR!" She turned her head, taking her place next to one of the many gingers that found home in the sea of red and gold.

Soon Ron and harry joined her, it was a rocky start- and until the troll, the three headed dog and the game of wizard chess, they really weren't the most synchronized trio.

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Today was the final day at Hogwarts, and she had just come back from snapes potions closet…with a bushel of mandrake leaves. She was up to no good. After meeting Sirius, she was infatuated with anamagi. She had checked out all of the books from the library and read them at a intense rate-before borrowing Harrys cloak and the marauders map to slip into the restricted section, leaching off the pages.

Harry and Ron noticed something was off but dismissed it. She was always a little off in their opinion, so this behavior was nothing new. They talked of summer plans, and harry of Sirius, which Hermione found most interesting.

"I have to go back to the Dursley's…but I've told them that school starts two months earlier than it does. The Weasley's are having me. Sirius said he would try to visit!"

"I still don't understand why he can't just stay with us. I mean, he's a bloody dog. Doesn't take up that much room." Ron whined, tiring of the conversation.

"That's the problem Ron. Being who he is, and what he has allegedly done, he would stick out like a sore thumb."

"Still. Once he's at the burrow he would be safe. And if not he could just go into the woods as pad foot for a while."

"He's unregistered. If he gets caught-its going to be worse. Azkaban is Azkaban- not any easier weather he did something or not."

This made Hermione think. She couldn't be sure what her Animagus be. She could be a bumblebee, or a swan. Even an octopus. It could be pointless.

It was dangerous.

And complicated.

But hey, the group had faced a weakened voldemort, a giant Basilisk, a young tom riddle, and for twelve years Ron had a rat that exposed Harrys parents. They were never in any real danger with Sirius, she could count it though. They had faced someone believed to be a death eater.

She leaned her head on the window, and she felt her eyelids cover her eyes. Her body was still, but her mind was doing jumping jacks.