Underlined sentences or paragraphs are quotes from the book HP and The Philosopher Stone.

Previously:

She looked at her cousin in anger, but felt shame make its way to her heart and mind. Anger due to his words, and shame for her reaction. Looking around, Hermione saw as the tribe looked at her with wide and fearful eyes, making her bow her head.

Slowly she swam towards Ránnla. "I am sorry for what I did to one of your tribe members. I hope you can forgive my actions."

With that, Hermione bowed and turned away, quickly swimming away from their home, ignoring how they all parted to let her pass, ignoring the shouting that was soon left in a curtain of bubbles.

Now:

Reaching the shore, Hermione quickly got dry and dressed before quickly heading towards the castle, fighting to keep the tears at bay.

She didn't mean to lose control the way she did, she really didn't, but she had been at her limit all day and when that male accused her of lying, she snapped. Worst of all, she didn't realize what she was doing until she looked at the male as he sank to the lake's floor.

Never, not since she was younger, had she lost control of her powers.

She arrived at the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room and quickly went in after giving the password.

The room was, thankfully, deserted. Most likely because it was dinner time, yet Hermione had no appetite after the events of the evening. She could only hope that it wasn't felt in the castle.

Sitting by the window, she looked out to the lake and the forest, feeling homesick and lonelier than before. She wish she could talk to Draco, but the only chances they had of talking to one another was when they were "studying" together and even then it didn't feel like enough time.

At that thought Hermione straighten and smiled, coming up with an idea to solve that little problem.

Heading towards a table, she ignores the arrival of the Gryffindors and starts to write a letter to her parents.

Dear Mom and Dad:

How are you? How are things going for you at home and the pod?

I'm doing fine. School is amazing and beautiful. Not just the castle, but the grounds as well! It makes me wish I could take pictures to show you guys what I mean. Guess you'll have to wait for the holidays so I can describe it all to you.

The classes are something completely different than what I was taught in the pod. We cover a lot of theory work in most classes before even trying to perform magic, exceptions being Transfiguration and Potions. Though I'm sad to say that I am a little disappointed with History of Magic, the professor being a ghost. Oh that isn't really the problem, the problem is that he drones on and on in such a monotone voice and all his classes are about the Goblin Wars and nothing else.

The lake is beautiful. It's so big and deep, there's so many wonders and hidden treasures to be found, especially potion ingredients! I've collected some and have them stored safely so they don't get damaged or go to waste.

Anyway, I was hoping you guys could send me two journals or even diaries, with as many pages as possible and black please? I'm working on a side project with a friend.

I'll tell you more later, it's late and I should be getting to bed soon.

Take care and I miss you.

Love,

Hermione

P.S. Could you also please send something for my hair? Its bushy and frizzy beyond belief!

She put the quill down and let the ink dry before folding it and putting it in her bag, deciding to not mention her loss of control...at least yet. She wanted to send it on that very moment, but due to it being so close to curfew she didn't want to risk getting into trouble, Dumbledore pass or not.

Deciding instead to work on some of her essays before heading to bed, Hermione took out some more parchment and began to work beside the fire.

By the time she was almost finished, it was completely dark outside and the fire was barely burning alight anymore. Checking her watch, it read eleven thirty so she started to put her things away but stopped at the sound of footsteps coming from the direction of the dormitories. She should ignore it, but the argument from earlier today made her sit up straight and almost groan in frustration.

'Harry can't possibly that daft!'

She was proven wrong when Harry and Ron appeared from the stairs, making their way towards the entrance without even checking to see if they were truly alone.

"I can't believe you're going to do this, Harry."

Hermione took a little bit of glee when both Harry and Ron practically jumped and turned to face her. She stared at Harry, ignoring Ron's presence all together.

"You'll get in a lot of trouble and lose Gryffindor House points!"

"Stay out of it! You're nothing but a teachers pet. Come on Harry or we'll be late."

Harry gave Ron a look, which he ignored as he walked towards the exit. He then gave Hermione an apologetic look before following Ron out of the Common Room.

What Hermione did next would most likely be one of the dumbest things she could do.

She followed after them.

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Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville (who they had found outside the Common Room and followed after them when realizing The Fat Lady had left the portrait) arrived at the trophy room and waited for Draco to show up. Hermione had kept quiet all the way down, not wanting to risk them getting caught.

Suddenly, a noise caught their attention, followed by a voice.

A voice that was definitely not Draco's.

"Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner."

It was Filch speaking to Mrs. Norris. Horror-struck, Harry waved madly at the other three to follow him as quickly as possible; they scurried  silently towards the door, away from Filch's voice. Neville's robe had barely whipped around the corner when they heard Filch enter the trophy room.

Neville, terrified of being discovered broke into a run, only to trip and hold on to Ron, making the both them fall into a suit of armor.

"RUN!"

All four of them ran away as fast as they could, taking hidden passages in the hopes of eluding Filch and his cat. Stopping when they find themselves near the Charms classroom to rest and calm their raising hearts. However, their relief was short lived when Peeves floated towards them and threaten to oust them and Ron rudely told him to leave.

Needles to say Peeves didn't take kindly to his attitude and started to shout.

"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Peeves bellowed, "STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!"

Running again towards a door at the end of the corridor, only to find it locked. Hermione heard who could only be Filch's footsteps approaching, before practically shoving Ron away from the door.

"Alohomora!"

The door opened and they quickly piled in before shutting it and putting their ears to the door.

They listened as Filch demanded Peeves to tell him where the students went, only to be made a fool out of and leave soon after Peeves did.

Hermione, who hadn't known was holding her breath, inhale and started to relax only for the feeling to be replaced by sheer terror once she turned around.

They weren't in a room, as she had supposed. They were in a corridor. The forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they knew why it was forbidden.

They were looking straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a dog that filled that filled the whole space between ceiling and floor. It had three heads. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs.

Hermione slowly looked down the massive dog, and her eyes landed on a easy to miss trap door that it was standing over.

As one, they fell backwards and closed the door before sprinting all the way to Gryffindor Tower, all of them choosing to face Filch, Peeves, a Prefect or professor rather than staying in the room with that monstrous dog and a certain death.

Thankfully The Fat Lady was back and let them in after Harry gave the password. Hermione, rather than telling them 'I told you so' just gave both Harry and Ron a stern look before heading to bed.

As she laid in bed, she couldn't help but wonder, what was so important under that trapdoor that needed to be guarded by that three headed dog?