A/N: Thought of this randomly, as I do with all
of my other stories. I wanted to update today, but
for some stupid reason, Fanfiction wouldn’t let me log
on. Anyone else experiencing problems? Probably
because apparently no one is updating at the moment.
BTW, I’m not really sure if Beauxbatons is an all girls’
school, if not, let’s pretend it is, because I don’t want to put up
with reviews telling me that it’s not and I’m stupid or whatever
because it just wastes my time, ookies? Thanks, and by the way
Hermione is slightly OOC. This takes place during the sixth year.
And Hermione can speak Parseltongue, but you’ll only know
how and why if you continue reading this for a while, mwuahaha!

Title: Last Chance

Summary: After Hermione gets kicked out of Beauxbatons for getting in an almost deadly fight with another student, Dumbledore decides to give her one Last Chance before she could possibly be shipped off to Azkaban for a few months. She is shipped off to Hogwarts with no one except for the staff knowing her past. She keeps it well hidden until an incident during a class that leaves almost everyone startled and afraid of her. Malfoy finds an interest in her ability and tries to find out her mysterious past and discover the reason for why she came to Hogwarts. But what he finds out is way more than he bargained for.

Disclaimer: Disclaimed.

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Prologue.

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Hermione Granger was what you would call a very troubled girl. Both of her muggle parents were killed when she was only a baby in a car accident. Her nanny, Ana Blum (pronounced Bloom) was a witch and raised her until she was old enough to attend Beauxbatons, the French school for witches. She didn’t really have any friends at Beauxbatons. In fact, they all seemed to hate her. Maybe it was because she wasn’t French. She didn’t exactly like Beauxbatons herself, but she didn’t want to disappoint Ana because she had come here too.

She didn’t like Beauxbatons for three reasons. One, she wasn’t French. Two, the girls were all bitches. And three, there were no boys. The only boy she had ever been with was Viktor Krum during the TriWizard tournament, and she was hated for it.

She was also always picked on. Maybe it was because she was different. For one, she didn’t cake make-up on her face like every other girl at Beauxbatons.  And she didn’t speak fluently in French like the rest of them did, but she did speak fluently in English, Russian and she could secretly speak Parseltongue.

Hermione was known as a troublemaker because she was constantly getting into fights with all of the other girls. She had gotten into many fights, but none like this one.

It started out as a normal day for Hermione at Beauxbatons. She got up at 5 in the morning and took a quick shower and put on her uniform, a white blouse underneath a light blue blazer and a light blue skirt. She looked at herself in the mirror and applied some black eyeliner on the top and bottom parts of her eyes.

Once she was satisfied with the way that she looked, she walked out of the Year 6 girls’ dorm as quietly as she could and walked towards the library, the only place she felt safe.

It was only 5:45 in the morning when she suddenly heard footsteps approaching her from behind and she quickly turned around to face whoever was there.

But she didn’t see anyone.

She started to walk again, but she started to hear those footsteps again and turned around abruptly.

Still, there was no one.

“Who’s there?” She called out.

She waited around for a few more seconds and she didn’t hear or see anyone.

Convinced that her mind was playing tricks on her, she ignored the sound of footsteps as she started to hear them again.

Only, she shouldn’t have.

The next thing Hermione knew, she was falling and her head had already hit the marble floor.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t little Hermy.” A blue-eyed blonde named Aphrodite said with a French accent as she cackled.

One of her followers, Lyra, the beautiful blond girl with dark green eyes, picked Hermione up and threw her against the opposite hall.

Hermione groaned and stood up.

“Can’t pick on someone by yourself, Afro?” Hermione asked coldly.

“The names Aphrodite, you stupid mudblood.” Aphrodite replied. “And why pick on you by myself? I’m a nice person, so I have to share the fun!”

“So, what you’re saying is, you’re a wimp?” Hermione smirked.

Aphrodite frowned at her.

“Impedimenta!” Aphrodite attempted.

Hermione blocked Aphrodite’s spell.

“Stupefy!” Aphrodite shouted.

Hermione dogged it.

“Impedimenta!” Hermione shouted.

Aphrodite dogged it at the last second, barely getting out of the way.

“I think you should stop,” Lyra told Aphrodite, “you could get expelled!”

“Don’t worry about it and help me out!” Aphrodite shouted at her.

“No way! I’m not getting involved in this! I can’t get expelled from here.” Lyra said.

“I could get hurt or expelled and you’re not going help me?” Aphrodite asked.

“Not if you’re dueling her.” Lyra said.

“Why not?” Aphrodite asked.

“Because she can actually duel!” Lyra said before she turned and ran away.

“Coward!” Aphrodite shouted.

“Looks like you’re all by yourself now, Afro.” Hermione smirked.

“Shut it, mudblood.” Aphrodite said. “Avis!”

A flock of birds burst out of the end of Aphrodite’s wand and shot at Hermione.

“Incendio!” Hermione cried, which made the little birds burst into fire.

Aphrodite was getting frustrated with Hermione and couldn’t remember the spell that she wanted to use.

“Orchedeus!” Aphrodite tried, thinking it was the one.

A bouquet of flowers came out of the end of Aphrodite’s wand and Hermione burst out laughing while Aphrodite turned a bright shade of pink.

“Ugh!” Aphrodite cried out in frustration. “Expelliarmus!”

“Scourgify!” Hermione cried, making Aphrodite’s mouth fill with soap.

Aphrodite quickly spit out the soap.

“Tarantallegra!” Aphrodite shouted, trying to make Hermione dance so that she would have trouble using her magic. Hermione dodged it.

“Levicorpus!” Hermione shouted and hit Aphrodite, who flew upside-down, held up only by her ankle. “Locomotor Mortis!” Aphrodite cried, while upside-down, making Hermione fall to the ground thanks to the failure to move her legs. “Relashio!” Hermione said, forcing Aphrodite backwards where she hit a statue and fell down, hitting her head on the marble. “Incantatem.” Hermione said, making her legs able to move again. She was very angry right now and she wanted Aphrodite dead. “Avada Ke-” “What is going on here?” Madame Maxine asked as she rushed to the scene. She had heard Hermione and she saw Aphrodite sprawled out on the floor and looked at Hermione, who had a bloody nose from hitting the ground earlier. “You, come with me.” She said. Hermione followed her into her office where she sat still for an hour or two, waiting more Madame Maxine. When she finally entered, she looked at Hermione with a disgusted look on her face. “Hermione, I have heard Aphrodite’s side of the story and I would like to hear yours.” Madame Maxine said. “All right then. I was walking to the library this morning when I heard her following me. She was making fun of me like she always is and then she threw me against the wall and attacked me with magic! I didn’t want to get hurt so I fought back.” Hermione stated simply. “You almost killed her! Her skull cracked in some places and she broke several bones when she hit that statue. She could have died!” Madame Maxine said. “Good.” Hermione said. Madame Maxine looked at her with disgust. “I’m sorry Hermione, but I’m going to have to expel you from Beauxbatons. I can’t have you and Aphrodite here together. You two have caused me enough trouble this year. Do you have any idea how many fights you have gotten yourself into? I can’t give you another chance, Hermione! I’m so sorry.” Madame Maxine said. “What about Aphrodite?” Hermione asked. “She’ll be leaving to St. Mungo’s soon. She hasn’t been expelled, but she is not returning to Beauxbatons. She’s going to another school in Austria.” Madame Maxine said. “So, where am I going to go?” Hermione asked. “Well, I would have sent you to Azkaban for a few months, for attempting to use one of the unforgivable curses,” I gulped and she continued, “but Professor Dumbledore is against it.” “Professor Dumbledore?” Hermione asked. “The Hogwarts headmaster. He has decided to take you in and give you one last chance because he says that you were just angry and misunderstood. What do you say, Hermione?” Madame Maxine asked. “I…what about Ana?” Hermione asked. “She’s already been notified and she says that you should go to Hogwarts, it’s probably not as good as Beauxbatons, but at least you won’t have to face the dementors.” Madame Maxine said. Hermione thought for a moment. This was the only place Hermione had ever called a home because Ana didn’t really like her and only took her in because she didn’t want to get in trouble if she got caught for abandoning a witch. “I…I’ll go to Hogwarts.” . . . Love it? Hate it? Review it!