Ok, so i'm xXBelieverXx and I just started fanfiction recently. I was looking up The Mark of Athena before it came out because I really wanted to know how Percy and Annabeth got to see each other, and I came across fanfiction. I've been hooked since. :D So this is my first story, and I picked up the idea from TorunnSays412. Yes, I did ask, just so you know ;) The first seven chapters were his/hers (IDK and i'm not going to be weird and ask) and i've gone through them and changed a lot of them to make them my own before I change the way the story is going. I'm not quite sure if this is going to be good or not, but I have high hopes for it as I am a major bookworm and would love to be an author someday. Also, I may not use all of the chapters because is was kind-of taking too long to get anywhere. (No offence TorunnSays412.) so, here it is! Enjoy! And please feel free to PM me with any ideas!

My eyes fluttered softly open sometime in the early morning. Well, too early for me to consider getting up anyways. I buried myself deeper into my lush purple comforter and hoped for more sleep.

"Hermione Sophia Zabini, if you are not up and out of bed in the next thirty seconds, I will drag you outside!" I heard Blaise shout up the stairs.

Ya, that's what I thought. No one appreciates beauty sleep in this house. It's all, 'Hermione, we have to get to school', or 'Hermine there is no reason to be so lazy', or my personal favorite, 'Hermione get the hell out of bed now'!

I hugged the covers closer to me and pulled them over my head, but when Blaise started stomping up the stairs, I sprang up as now I knew he meant business. I most definitely do not want to be dragged through the snow.

"Hermione! Come on! We're going to be late again!" Blaise yelled, banging on my door.

"Crap!" I screamed. I just remembered that Mrs. Schmuck had said that if I didn't get in on time, she would give me three weeks of saturday detention. I mean, I know that I haven't been on time to first period once this year and it's December, but come on, can't she lay off? Yes, I know that I sound extremely lazy but I am not a morning person. I expect that my mood will improve at about lunchtime. What can I say? I like sleeping.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed the first things I saw out of my closet, and ran to the door and yanked it open so fast, Blaise nearly fell over in surprise. After he got over the slight heart attack he nearly had at my sudden appearance, he rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs. I continued across the hall and slammed the bathroom door shut. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and threw my clothes on as fast as possible while making sure that my shirt wasn't inside out or backwards. Then I put my hair up in a messy bun, before scrambling downstairs and slipping my feet into my boots. I pulled my coat on and grabbed my bag, then dashed outside and literally dove into the open car door.

"Three and a half minutes. New record." my older brother, Chris, said, rolling his eyes at me in the rearview mirror while hitting the gas pedal.

These brothers of mine must have something wrong with their eyes, rolling them at me all the time.

"Hermione, you really need to get up earlier." Blaise remarked, tossing me my bag lunch.

"No way Blaise. It's been working just fine how it is and that's how I like it. Besides, it's the last day of school before winter break. I don't want to be up when I could be sleeping." I said, putting my lunch in my backpack.

"Whatever." Chris said. He rolled his eyes at me. Again.

The same thing happened every morning. I would sleep in late, Blaise would yell at me, I would get ready and be out the door in less than five minutes, and we would go to school. Usually, we would be late, but I never had a problem getting away with it. I would blame it on icy road this time of year. We weren't the only ones who did that, so I didn't really see what was wrong with it. Sometimes we would be let off the hook, and that was perfectly fine with me. Not all the time though. It doesn't matter that I've known these people my entire life. In fact, that was half the problem. They know me too well to always let me get away with stuff like that. We live in Paradise, Michigan and it is one of the smallest towns there are. It's mostly a wizarding community, but there are a few Muggles here and there. At school, they teach mostly magical subjects, but we have basic math, reading, writing. The people in charge thought that it was a great idea for young wizards and witches to learn how to write a decent paper, or how to divide.

Chris parked in front of Paradise High School and parked in our usual spot, the very back.

"Ugg." I whined as I yanked open the door and tumbled out into the cold winter air. "I don't want to walk all the way over there." I shivered and wrapped my coat tighter around my body. Even after living here my whole life, I still wasn't used to how cold the winters were.

"You know, Hermione, if you would get up earlier, we could get a closer spot." Blaise remirked snidely.

I glared at my twin and stalked past them, up to the doors of the school. I heard them chuckling behind me, but I ignored them.

As I pulled open the doors, I breathed a sigh of relief when the warm air practically melted me. The office lady, my good friend Mrs. Branstetter, smiled at me as I jogged past the door. We had become good friends when the year started because I spent so much time filling out tardy slips.

I hurried further down the hall and to my locker. Of course, my locker is the farthest that you could possible get from my home room. There were still students in the hall, which was good, because it meant the bell hasn't rung yet. I waved to a few of my friends when they passed by on the way to class.

"Hermione are you going to the party this weekend?" Jane yelled across the hall.

"Of course I am, Jane. I mean, come on. Did you really think I would miss it? Besides, it's not a party 'till I get there." I winked at her.

She laughed loudly before waving goodbye, and ran to catch up with the group.

I grinned to myself as I turned the dial on my lock which, by the way, I just thought was stupid, because if you knew how, you could use magic to open someone's locker. Really, how stupid are those people in charge of this school?

I grabbed the books I needed for first and second period, as there wouldn't be time later, slammed shut the door, and sprinted to my first class.

I took a deep breath before I opened the door and tried to act like I hadn't just sprinted the whole way here. My first class is English, my least favorite subject. I like the teacher, Mrs. Schmuck just fine, except that she gives me detention all the time.

I sat down in my usual spot in the back, and opened my notebook to a clean page. Not that I was planning on taking any notes, but if Mrs. Schmuck sees me doing nothing, i'll get a detention. Anyways, my best friend, Rocky, is in this class too. She might give me her notes after class. Not likely, but I can hope.

Rocky is one of the best students on our grade, and it is nice to have her as a friend when I need to borrow her notes. Which happens a lot. Her hair is long, curly, and blonde, and she has bright green eyes. She is extremely hyper, all the time. Sometimes she drives me nuts.

Slowly, the rest of the class sat down in their seats, and I started to doze off. I was just about to finally cross the bridge into dreamland, when Rocky kicked me under the table, hard, and I glared at her.

"What?" I hissed.

"Class is starting." she whispered back. I glanced up, and sure enough, Mrs. Schmuck was standing there, glaring at me. I guess she saw me about to fall asleep. She watched me for a few more seconds before turning to face the rest of the class and get started with the lesson.

As I walked to lunch after my morning classes, Draco Malfoy, Blaise's best friend, walked up to me with his trademark smirk on his face. Sometimes i'd really like to slap it right off that pretty face of his. He slung his arm around my shoulder as we walked.

"Hey Hermy." He said, cheerfully.

I growled under my breath at him and shrugged off his arm. I heard his chuckle behind me as I picked up my pace. I hunted through my backpack for my lunch as I walked, and found it, finally. Then I walked down to the lunchroom, sitting down at my regular table. Blaise was already there, and I kicked his leg gently when he didn't look up from the table.

"Oh, hey, Hermione." he said. "How has your day been?"

I shrugged. "It was fine. Mr. Brunswick got mad at me for being smarter than him, but other than that, nothing too interesting."

"Hermione." he warned.

"What?" I looked up at him innocently.

"You are impossible."

"But that's why you love me."

Sometime during our conversation, Draco had sat down next to me. "Hey, did you hear about Voldemort in Britain?" he said, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

"No." I said, emptying my lunch on the table. "Oh! Cold pizza, my favorite."

"Apparently, Voldemort finally has control of Hogwarts. The headmaster was murdered."

"When did this happen?" Blaise asked.

"I don't know. My parents were talking about it last night, and I just happened to hear it. I think it happened a while ago, though. The newspapers just weren't able to report it." Draco said.

"Does anyone know if he's going to come here?" I asked, finishing my pizza and going on to my Cheeze-its.

"My mom said we might have to leave, go into hiding or something. She said he might come after us for hiding from him in the first place."

When Voldemort had died the first time, our families left together to escape from all the Death Eaters that thought they had betrayed the Dark Lord. Of course, they were right, but that's besides the point. When Voldemort sent out his message after he returned, and or families didn't join him, we were immediately put on his hit list.

I slowly turned my head towards him, my eyes wide.

"How do we know when he's here? Will we even have time to run?" I asked, slightly panicked.

"We won't, and probably not."

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