Well, it had been up for about two years, but I'm still glad you enjoyed it!
Anyways, here we go with Magical Girl Hermione. Please point out any spelling or grammar errors you see, I would greatly appreciate it!
Hermione's initial reaction when she found out the Twins were holding auditions to replace her was fury. She had stood by Harry for years, even when he didn't appreciate it. It was only due to a quick explanation that the Twins were spared her justified wrath, as the managed to calm the irate witch before something unpleasant could happen.
Hermione left the cowering fifth years, while she got her own thoughts in order. It was reassuring that they weren't going to force her away from her friend, not that they could if they tried, but the idea that she might not be what he needed to get through the Triwizard Tournament stuck in her mind.
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Hermione quickly walked towards the library, her go to location to find the answers to her problems. She had spent more time here than any other two students combined, and knew the selves almost as well as Madame Pince. As she browsed through the countless books, she began to think.
She had always been the one to use her brain, but did she really want to be known only for that? The girl who got high marks and was always hanging out with Harry? This was an opportunity to become something beside the bookworm everyone thought she was. It was a chance to reinvent herself into the person she wanted to be.
With that thought in mind, Hermione continued to browse the bookshelves. She spent what must have been hours searching the shelves, picking up various books, skimming them, and either replacing them or putting them into her book bag. Eventually, she moved to a table, and began reading her selected literature with gusto, searching for the perfect spell to redefine herself.
Eventually, she found it. In a book title “Rituals of Power” she found the perfect solution. This ritual she chose would enchant a channeling device, most often a wand, but almost anything would do, and draw out the full potential of her magic, shaping it into a number of powerful abilities until the effect was dismissed.
In essence, it exchanged the versatility of a wand and spells for something far less flexible, but considerably more powerful. It was terrifying to think of it, but within the restrictions of imposed upon her, Hermione might even be able to outmatch Dumbledore. With that in mind, Hermione considered it. The spell work to create the effect wasn't too difficult, merely time consuming, but she judged the end results would be well worth the effort. She just needed to think of the perfect object to enchant.
She wasn't willing to risk her wand, and didn't have enough spare pocket money to afford a spare or any other devices the ritual recommended. She ended up writing to her mother asking for her advice. It was silly to expect her mother to know a solution to magical problems, but they had always been close, and habit compelled her to ask.
Hermione was surprised when a few days later, her mother sent her a rather large package. Opening it revealed an oversized pink wand with a number of symbols covering it. The note inside revealed that her father had picked this up some time ago after a night out drinking with some old college friends, and it had been languishing in their basement every since. She wasn't sure if it would help Hermione much, but couldn't pass up a chance to start cleaning out the basement of the junk that had accumulated over the years. She promised to send Hermione anything else she thought would be useful, and to write back if there was anything she wanted to have saved from disposal.
Hermione decided to give it a chance. Her mother had been nice enough to send it to her, and even if it didn't work, it wouldn't cost her anything. Curiosity also played a part in her decision, as she was curious was effect an entirely mundane object would have on the ritual.
It didn't take too much work to prepare the ritual to enchant the wand her mother had sent her. Hermione felt a bit silly picking up such a gaudy thing, but managed to push her doubts aside, focusing on the ritual instead of its implements.
The entire process wasn't particularly impressive. Though it did take a significant amount of time and effort, she accomplished it without any major mishaps, progressing far faster than the estimated time line the book had given her.
All too soon, the preparations for the ritual was completed. Hermione examined her work, inspecting it for flaws and errors. Finding none, she took a deep breath, drawing on all of her magical potential, and began.
She could feel the ritual pulling her magic into the wand before her. She wasn't skilled enough to determine exactly what it was doing to her magic, but she could feel patterns of power being drawn and reinforced using the wand as a medium. It felt like hours passed as her magic flowed into her nascent artifact, constantly improving the channels of power etched into it, enforcing its purpose until Hermione had nothing left to pour into to.
Finally the ritual was completed. Hermione fell to the ground in exhaustion, though it didn't keep her from grinning. It had worked. She could feel the power pulsing through her newly crafted artifact, just waiting for her to draw upon its power. Though it was tempting, exhaustion won out, and she decided to wait until tomorrow.
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The next day, Hermione stood alone in her room, eying her new wand critically. It seemed that everything was in order, and after rereading the book for the fifth time, Hermione was satisfied everything had gone perfectly. She picked up the wand, and could feel the power thrumming inside of it. It was strange and unfamiliar, but at the same time, felt like something that had been missing for her entire life. She drew in a deep breath, and spoke the simple word she had chosen to trigger its power.
“Transform!”
A flash of light filled the room, and the girl who had been standing there was no more.
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“You know, I haven't seen Hermione for some time.” Fred commented idly as he and his twin continued to page through the various applications in front of them.
“Given how she reacted last time we saw her, I'd say that's a good thing.” his brother replied. “I'm sure she'll come by to drop off her application when she's ready. You know how much she loves revising her work before turning it it.”
“I suppose you're right.” Fred said, “She'll be by in her own time, and there's still plenty of it left before the deadline.”
Further conversation was interrupted as a blast of light and sound surged through the Twin's impromptu office. They dove for cover as a sizable portion of the wall vaporized, replaced by all manner of strange, colorful objects. It was almost like a rainbow had exploded.
As the two redheads tried to understand what was happening, a voice rang out.
“The avatar of Peace and Love stands alone against the forces of evil! Where ignorance and hate take root, I will be there to exterminate them! Nothing can stand against the power of love!!!”
A figure appeared in the dust of the explosion, hopping joyfully forward. The Twins scrambled to grab their wands against this intruder, but something, some unknowable compulsion, kept them from casting their hexes. Something held them back until this ritual, as strange as it was, was completed.
“It's Magical Girl Hermione!!!” a bouncy voice cried out, causing the terrified twins to peer out form behind their desk.
It was Hermione. Or at least, it looked really similar to Hermione. Neither of them could really picture the young woman wearing a skirt that short, or joyfully waving around something so pink and sparkly. The hat seemed to be the same as the students were required to wear, but the fluffy white bunny ears poking out of it certainly weren't. A pair of ethereal wings, like you would expect to see on a fairy, flapped idly behind her.
Hermione(?) jumped down, her wings vanishing as she reached the ground. She smile,d and winked at the Twins, while striking a pose.
“I'm here to bring peace, love, and knowledge to the world!”
Fred and George stared mindlessly, unresponsive to her, or any other stimuli. For once, the two of them had no idea what they were supposed to say. Fortunately for them, it seemed stopping by to introduce herself was just a formality, as the strangely clad girl quickly hopped off to pursue… whatever it was girls like her did.
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Professor Snape sneered as he graded the papers before him. Of course, there was no one to sneer at, but that was no excuse to avoid sneering. He always felt that sneering while he graded the papers of his students was imbued upon the papers themselves. Even if they couldn't actually see him sneer, they could feel it when they saw the grades they earned.
His dark, spiteful thoughts were abruptly interrupted as inexplicable rainbows filled his office. He barely had time to process this new development before one of the walls collapsed in a brilliant technicolor display!
“Never fear, Hermione's here!” an all too familiar voice called out, causing Snape's face to grimace. Compared to that Potter buy and his Weasley friend, the Granger girl was almost tolerable. He should have known that it was only a matter of time before the boys' influence corrupted her as well.
While he would be reluctant to admit it, she was a fine, upstanding student, for a Gryffindor anyways, who always turned her homework in on time, and it was rare to find even a single error in her reports. She kept her head down and her mouth shut, at least when she wasn't being a know it all anyways.
This… was completely unexpected. For one, her skirt was far shorter than even the most forward of the female students. Not that he paid any attention to such things of course, but being exposed to such… deviancy on a daily basis meant that he was all too aware of what was and was not acceptable apparel for the Hogwarts students.
Snape's surprise at the deviance of the Granger girl. It was this surprise that made him hesitate, certainly not anything else. After all, seeing such a well behaved girl put herself on display like that was bound to shock people, and not generate any other type of reaction. As he stared it what he would certainly protest could only be called disgust, she happily twirled a massive pink wand. This incredulous display made him hesitate in drawing his wand and puttign the young girl in her place.
It was this delay that kept him from drawing his wand in time, as she pointed it straight at him, and a technicolor barrage enveloped him.
He couldn't remember what happened after that. When he came to, everything just seemed so… wonderful. A manic, almost insane grin refused to leave his face. Despite the fact that he wanted nothing more to find the Granger girl and tan her hide, he just couldn't bring himself to do it, or anything like it. In fact, he couldn't even bring himself to mark down Neville Longbottom's paper, despite the numerous spelling errors and rather rambling tone of his scroll.
He had to get to the bottom of this, and so, with a grin and a jaunty whistle, Severus Snape skipped out of the dungeons and headed towards the infirmary to see in Madame Pomphrey had any idea on what had happened to him.
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Draco walked through the halls of Hogwarts, sneering casually at those who were below him. No one but him could possibly be a match for Potter, no matter what those blasted Twins said. He was going to prove that by assembling the greatest team imaginable. Crabbe and Goyle would probably have to go, and it was unlikely that the Durstrang students would assist him without some form of compensation, but he couldn't let such petty concerns get in the way of the pride of the Malfoys.
As he stalked onwards, plotting his devious scheme, he was suddenly ambushed by a colorful blur. Whatever it was, sent him sprawling across the hall.
Draco glared at whoever would be foolish enough to attack him so blatantly. If the teachers had been around, he might have let them off with a sneer and promise of revenge, but here in the empty corridor, they would receive no such mercy.
For a moment, he hesitated, as he took in Hemione's new appearance, but he quickly struggled to his feet and put it out of his mind. Potter and his weasel weren't around to protect her this time, so he would finally get to show the mudblood exactly where she stood.
“Draco Malfoy, you're an enemy to peace, love, and knowledge, and as such, you need to be punished!” Hermione pouted, brandishing her wand the same way a serial killer might wave a chainsaw.,
Draco sneered at her. What could a Mudblood like her do? He reached for his wand, intent on finally teaching her where she belonged. Sadly, much like his Head of House, Draco was too slow on the draw, and Hermione struck first.
“Love-Love Laser!!!” The attack resembled a wave more than a laser, but Draco didn't have time to comment on it before it engulfed him.
It didn't hurt, he was surprised to note. As the pink blast surged over him, it actually felt rather pleasant, like standing in the summer sun. Despite being the teacher's pet, it seemed she couldn't even cast a proper hex!
“Squeak!” he shouted, unimpressed with her failed attempt to harm a pure blooded scion such as himself. It took him a second to realize that while it hadn't harmed him, it certainly hadn't left him unchanged.
He was a ferret. Again. A small part of him hoped this wasn't an indicator of where his life was heading, while the majority of him decided to bite her.
He scurried over to her, intent on ravaging her leg as best he could until she turned him back, but instead found himself rubbing against her and… purring?
“Silly Draco, right now, you couldn't hurt a fly, even if you wanted to!” Hermione smiled at him, picking him up and rubbing him against her cheek. This lead to a number of curses directed at bother her and her family, but they came out as a series of adorable squeaks instead, much to Draco's irritation.
“You'll be stuck like that until you can find enough love in your heart to overcome it!” Hermione said cheerfully, already skipping away. Draco sat on the floor, having absolutely no idea how to proceed from here.
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Harry and Ron were heading towards the Quiddicth pitch when they encountered Hermione.
“I'm Magical Girl Hermione! Te Protctor of Peace, Love and Books!” she proclaimed happily. It seemed her mood was actually bouying her into the air, before the boys notice a pair of ethereal wings flapping gently behind her.
“So… Hermione, just what are you going to do as the protector of love?” Harry asked, completely unprepared for what was unfolding in front of him.
Hermioen opened her mouth to launch into an excessively long sopeech about just what it was she intended to do, but instead, her face flushed a brilliant red as she locked eyes with Harry. He had always been one of the most important people in her life, but now, filled with the power of love, her feeling took on a decidedly more amorous note.
Ron gaped as Hermione swept Harry off his feet, before locking lips with the stunned boy. As the kiss progressed, he got the distinct impression that he was the only reason things weren't becoming a bit more adult oriented. After several long, uncomfortable minutes, he awkwardly cleared his throat, causing Hermione to jump, dropping the bespectacled boy she had been snogging on the floor with an audible crack.
“Tee hee! I guess I got a little carried away there! I wish I could stick around but evil won't wait for love! Magical Girl Hermione, AWAY!!!” She shouted, before flying away, trailing sparkles and rainbows behind her.
“You alright mate?” Ron asked the catatonic harry.
“I… don't know. What just happened?” Harry asked, his mind unable to fully comprehend what had just happened.
“Your guess is as good as mine.” Ron said as Harry struggled dazedly to his feet.
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Ron decided to skip the Quidditch pitch after their encounter with Hermione. He couldn't help but feeling a sensation of dread after seeing Hermione's new looks. Her proclomation of protecting peace, love, and especially books sent a chill down his spine. After talking to a few other students who had witnessed the new Hermione, especially her acts of Love, Peace, and Books, he decided to give her a wide, wide berth.
He had never been the most dedicated student, and Hermione had never had any qualms about telling him so, but it had always been something she had been willing to tolerate. Now, with her new attitude, and more importantly, her new firepower, he wasn't so sure she would be as willing to put up with him.
Sadly, before he managed to escape upt ot eh boys' dormitory, Hermione found him. She began to introduce herself and her purpose, but Ron, unlike her previous victims, tried to sneak away while she was distracted. Choosing pragmatism over propriety, she promptly pointed her wand at the unfortunate redhead and cut loose.
“Book Blaster!”
Ron winced as a massive pile of books appeared above him, before crashing down atop him. He heard Hermione giggle, before she rushed off somewhere else, hopefully to wreak havoc on Slytherin House.
In a way, he was glad it was all over. At least he might be able to get some pea- some quiet at least. All thinsg considered, being buried in books was far less painful or humiliating than what had happened to other people she had targeted. Ron attempted to push the books off of himself, only to find that her couldn't move. Some magical force was holding him in place, preventing him from moving.
Before he could puzzle out why Hermione would trap him like this, a book floated free of the pile, and hovered in front of his face. It opened up, showing the first page to Ron, and a disembodied voice began to read it to him.
“The sky is blue.” Ron sighed. He knew Hermione's opinion of him was low, but he didn't expect it to be this bad.
“The ocean is blue.”
Another groan followed this inane statement, as Ron was forced to endured the most asinine of statements, all of them relating to the color blue. It almost made him want to study, simply to save himself from enduring this horrible fate in the future.
Almost.
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“Well, after another successful day of spreading peace, love and knowledge, it's time for bed!” Hermione cheered to herself, raising her wand above her head. “Transform!”
As the brilliant light show accompanied her transformations faded away, a mortified girl stood in the middle of her room, remembering each and every embarrassing and over the top action her alter ego had perpetuated over the course of the day. There was no way she could ever show her face again in public. Even leaving her dorm seemed impossible. She quickly shoved her ill conceived magical wand out of sight, before burying herself under her covers.
Perhaps it wasn't as bad as she thought it was. After all, it wasn't like this was the craziest thing to happen over the last few weeks. People were going beyond the impossible in an effort to impress the twins, so her own ill conceived attempt didn't really stand out that much.
It wasn't like one of her roommates was an insufferable gossip who would spend the day interrogating her or spreading wild rumors all over the school, or that anyone close to Harry was likely to be plastered all over the news by that Skeeter woman for even a single toe out of place. It wasn't like there was international attention focused upon the school that could ruin her reputation across all of Europe.
She shook her head, trying to dispel those thoughts. Maybe she was thinking about this the wrong way. Maybe the school would be attacked by a rampaging dragon, and she would die horribly before anyone could talk to her tomorrow.
Yeah, that was thinking positive.