Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Riders ❯ Chapter One: Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Title: Riders
Authoress: Ginsensu (Was) Demoness-MarlstonWells69ner (Currently)
Summary: Five have been selected to be the one. Something many have . Will they ride or not? But they run into a problem. Being sent to the past. James, Sirius and Remus all take an interest in Hermione. Will Lily be able to win back James?
Rate: 15+
Characters: Pretty much everyone
Genre: General, Romance, Action/Adventure, Horror
Warnings: Swearing/language
Pairings: We’ll see; either will be Hermione/With Someone, Hermione/Harem, your choice(s), or Ginsensu’s wish.

Claimers/Disclaimers: The first five chapters belong to Ginsensu, who created this story in the first place, it was her first Harry Potter story. I, Demoness-MarlstonWells69ner, adopted this story from Ginsensu! :D Oh, and we don’t own anything. :) I added a bit more information to make the chapters more than two thousand words though.

Chapter One: Prologue

Seventeen year old, Hermione Jane Granger, current bookworm, Know-It-All, and Gryffindor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the smartest witch in centuries, was in her second home at Hogwarts, the Library. She was sitting at her favorite table, in the back, and near a window, which has a great view of the Quidditch Field, and was reading a book when her Transfiguration professor and favorite professor at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, entered her sanctuary and approached her.

“Miss Granger,” said Professor McGonagall in her usual strict, professor voice.

The Gryffindor looked up from her book. “Yes, Professor?” asked Hermione, calmly, although you can hear a slight edge from her voice.

“The Headmaster would like to see you, now,” said Professor McGongall, looking down at the surprisingly tamed hair of Hermione Granger.

Hermione’s eyes widened. “Yes, Professor,” said Hermione, putting her books in her back and started to walk out of the library.

– Headmaster’s Office –

“Lemon Drops,” said Hermione, giving the obvious password to anyone that’s really close to the Headmaster to the statue. She knocked on the door nervously, worried that she may have done something wrong. … Did she do something wrong??

“Enter, Miss Granger.” Came the familiar voice of the Headmaster’s voice beyond the door.

Taking in a deep breath, Hermione opened the door and entered the room. As soon as she entered the room, her two best friends in the whole wide world, Harry James Potter and Ronald Bilius Weasley, were glaring at the two most arrogant, annoying, mean, rude, selfish, and conceited Slytherins ever, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. Yup. The Pure-Blood, Slytherin Princes, themselves. Since Draco and Hermione became Heads, they called a small truce, of sort. Quite honestly, the two Slytherins aren’t so bad when you get to know them, but Harry and Ron won’t even try. When that first happen, she shook her head and sighed. She knew that her boys are stubborn, but Gods!

“Miss Granger,” greeted the Headmaster. “Please, have a seat. I assure you that you’re not in any kind of trouble.” He added when he saw the young witch’s panic look.

Hermione released a a breath that she hadn’t realized that she was holding in. She sat down between Harry and Ron. Blaise was beside Ron and Draco was beside Blaise.

“Now, I’m sure that you are all wondering what are you doing here,” started Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. “There is a special program that I would like the five of you to partake in. Dragon eggs will be brought here from Romania in a few days by Charlie Weasley. Now, if you accepted, you will be given more information, but until then, this is all I can tell you. You are dismissed.”

All five students nodded and walked out of the office. Ron, being who he is, couldn’t stop saying something to the Slytherins. “Death Eaters,” mumbled Ron.

The younger Weasley’s comment, only got him icy, cold glares and sneers from Draco and Blaise. The two left without saying anything, they looked back to glance back at Hermione, a little bit, but no one noticed, except for Harry.

Harry couldn’t help, but wonder why those two Slytherins, specifically, would look at Hermione in that way. In which way, he couldn’t explain properly because even he doesn’t know, but it is in a … new light. Not hatred or disgust. Something uncomfortable fell in his stomach and he couldn’t help, but feel protective – if not, overprotective – of his female best friend. If those Slytherins even think about –

“So, Harry, what do you think about this program?” asked Hermione, knocking The-Boy-Who-Lived out of his violent thoughts.

“I don’t know, Hermione,” said Harry. “Why would they bring Dragon eggs here? Do you think we should tell Ginny, Ron?”

Ron shrugged. “Dumbledore said Charlie coming too, Ginny’s going to find out, anyways,” said Ron. “Why bother telling her for? It’s a waste of time.” He walked faster.

Harry smirked as they walked to the Great Hall. “Come on, let’s hurry,” said Harry. “Ron, here, looks starved to death.”

Ron glared at Harry. “I’m a growing boy!” defended Ron.

Harry snickered. “Race you!” said Harry as he started to run away.

“Hey!” shouted Hermione and Ron. “That’s not fair!”

Needless to say, we all know who was the winner. Ron! Yes, Harry got a head start. But it’s food, Ron is a growing boy, and Ron is Ron.

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A/N: This story belongs to Ginsensu. I adopted the story from Ginsensu. WITH Ginsensu’s permission! Before you vote on the pairings, let me get a head start on the chapters, ok? Then you can decide! Please leave a review before you exit this story! Gracis!