September 1st. For as long as I could remember the date had signified my eternal circle of hell. A reminder of my punishment set down by father. To continue this mundane existence on Earth until he deemed her to have paid her debt to society so to speak.

So here I am, King's Cross Station, heading for the portal to platform 9 and 3/4 to transport me to Hogwarts. Great Britain's only school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My latest alias, Hermione Granger, Muggle-born extraordinaire and best friend to Boy-Who-Lived Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.

After a century on this world I had gotten good at keeping myself close to the action. After all I was a warrior, and couldn't keep away.

So who am I you may ask. My name is Lady Freyja of Asgard, daughter to the All Father Odin, King of Asgard.

Sent to Midgard, or Earth, as punishment for disobeying my father. As an Asgardian, I have been blessed with long life, so my imprisonment on a world where the average being lives 80 or so years, without the use of enchantments and glamours would be quiet awkward.

Midgardians do not understand what they can't explain and it would be quiet interesting explaining to my friends that I am over 1000 human years old. Not to mention all those idiots, aka Voldemort, that are chasing immortality. I want in the fight, not be the reason for the fight.

So here I am again, 100 years into my punishment with no word from my father as to when this nightmare will end. All because I knew the truth of my little brother Loki's true parentage and wished to tell him and their brother Thor. Father likes to keep his cards close to his heart, and he apparently wasn't ready for her to reveal them.

"Hermione!"

I turned at the sound of my current alias being yelled to see the black hair and skewed spectacles of Harry Potter.

"Harry! So good to see you. How was your summer? What did you manage to do to your spectacles this time? Oculus Repairo!"

"Thanks. Summer was good. Been with the Weasley's these last week or so. Ron said that he expected to see you there as well but you never showed?"

"Yes, I had intended to meet you there, but I felt I should probably spend as much time with my parents as possible. After all, this is our last true summer before we graduate. Which means next summer I'll be looking for a job or putting university applications. I haven't quiet decided yet."

"True. Still it would have been fun."

"Where is Ron by the way?"

"Said he would meet us on the train. I think he was catching up with Lavender."

"Brilliant. Lets go find a free compartment then."

"How are you about that by the way?"

"Fine. Despite popular belief, I am not in love with Ronald. We both know that it wouldn't end well Harry. We are too different and in this case I don't think opposites attract."

"I suppose. Any way onto other topics, did you see in the Muggle news about the Battle of New York? Superheroes and aliens! Just when I thought that the weirdest thing ever was finding our that I'm a wizard at 11."

I freeze for a moment before regaining composure. Yes, she'd seen the reports coming out of New York. How could she miss her own brothers fighting and stirring up trouble?

"Yes. Fascinating isn't it. To know that we aren't the only ones in the universe."

"How could we be? A universe so vast and unexplored, there had to be others out there. The whole Thor things a bit cool right? A Norse God actually being real."

"Yes, very cool."

It's times like this that I wish I could confide in Harry. In all my years on Midgard, he had been her truest friend. It hurt the most to think of how little he actually knew of her, and the eventual ending of their friendship that would be inevitable in the months to come.

"What are you looking forward to most this year? Me, I'm just glad that there is no more Voldemort, hopefully we can have a fairly quiet final year."

"Yes, obviously the lack of pending doom will come as a relief to all I think. Although, understandably for you more than the rest of us. I am looking forward to finding out who will be a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Now that the position is now no longer cursed."

"I'll let you in on a secret then shall I. I spoke with Remus at the Burrow. He's returning to the position."

"Really? Thank god, a decent teacher for the subject then. Snape must be pissed."

The compartment door opened.

"'Ello Hermione. How was your summer?"

"Ron! Good to see you. It was lovely thank you. I'm sorry I didn't end up making it to the Burrow but I wanted to spend some more time with my parents."

"All good. Harry came still and we played mostly Quidditch anyway."

The boys begin talking about Quidditch and I tune them out and stare out the window as it moves gracefully past the countryside on its route to Scotland out of England.

I can't help but wonder if the truth of Loki's real parentage is the cause of the New York fiasco. Loki has always felt shadowed by Thor and father hasn't helped in that regard. Thor's ego didn't help either.

I missed my brothers. When I heard rumours of Thor's hammer being somewhere in the south of the United States, I had contemplated making the trip to find Thor knowing that where ever his hammer was he wouldn't be far away. One of father's tests of "worthiness" I'm sure. But I had been needed here. We had finally defeated Voldemort. The light had prevailed and I can only assume that Thor had re-aquired his hammer and returned to Asgard.

"Hermione. We're here."

I turned towards Harry at the sound of his voice before returning my gaze to the window to see Hogsmead station and my fellow students exiting the train.

"Right, of course. Sorry lost in my own head for a moment there."

"All good. Are you alright? You've been pretty out of it for the whole train ride?"

"Yes fine. Just thinking of this year and when I am going to be able to get some extra study time in at the library."

"Hermione, we haven't even got off the train yet. No need to start thinking about study just yet. Lets get through the first feast first hey? And besides, this is our first year without old Voldy and his pending doom looming over our heads, lets have a little fun yeah?

I can't help but smile at Harry's calm and relieved tone. It's been awhile since I've heard him sound so carefree. World on his shoulders for the majority of his childhood poor kid.

"Of course, but don't think for a second that you'll get out of my study plans Harry Potter. Just because you've been offered a job at the Ministry as an Auror as soon as you graduate doesn't mean you can slack off. Besides, maybe you'll change your mind at the end of the year and if you don't have your grades you won't get any job."

"Bloody hell Mione, give the guy a break. Like he said we just got here."

"Just making myself clear Ronald."

"Brilliant. Now lets get going. Don't want to miss carriages and miss out on dinner. I'm starving."

"Ron, when aren't you starving?"

"Shut up Harry."

We all laugh at Ron's embarrassment as we exit the train and head for the carriages. Again I feel that slight twinge of missing my brothers.

"Welcome all to another year at Hogwarts! Now before we fill our stomachs with all this delicious food, Mr Filch has asked me to remind you all of the following. One, the dark forest is out of bounds to all students. Two, all Weasley Wizarding products are banned. Any student caught in possession of any of the products listed on Mr Filch's door will be punished. Now on a side note, now that I have all your attention, this years Head Boy and Girl are Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."

Applause broke out around the room as Malfoy and myself stood.

"Should any of you require any assistance I'm sure either of them will be able to provide you with the help you require or direct you to one of the teacher. Could Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy please join me at the head table, the rest of you please eat!"

As I stand the tables fill with food. I move towards Dumbledore and see Malfoy also moving towards him in the corner of my eye. As we both reach him, we spare a glance at each other and turn towards Dumbledore."

"Ah, congratulations to you both on your new positions. As I'm sure you both know as Head Boy and Girl you have a few privileges available to you. The first being your own rooms. Whilst you will both have your own dormitories, you will share a bathroom and common room. You will find assess to these rooms on the fifth floor behind the portrait of last year's heads. Second, as Heads you will be expected to organise Prefects and their patrol schedules though out the school terms. You will also be allowed to be excluded from curfew rules. Although we ask that you take this privilege with caution and not abuse it by wandering around the castle at all hours of the night. It is mainly so that you can move between your house common room and own common room with ease understood?"

"Of course Professor Dumbledore."

"Yes sir."

It was the first time I had heard Malfoy's voice. I had never heard him speak without any venom behind his voice. I glanced over at him but he was looking ahead at Dumbledore.

"Wonderful. Please rejoin your friends and feast Mr Malfoy. Miss Granger a moment please?"

Malfoy nodded and returned to the Slytherin table to rejoin his friends.

"What can I do for you Professor?"

"Freyja, I just wish to see how you are doing? I saw the news of New York and your brothers involvement."

"With all do respect Albus, now is not the place. I am fine and would ask that you not refer to my true name in public where the walls could be listening."

Albus and most of the teaching staff knew of my true identity. But here in the Great Hall was no place to bring it up.

"Now my dear you don't believe me to be truly naive do you? I have placed a spell, those around us believe us to be talking about Mr Malfoy's appointment of fellow head and if you will be comfortable with the two of you working closely together despite your past histories."

"Oh. I apologise. It has been a weird few months with everything going on."

"No worries my dear. I am but a child to you. Its understandable that you are wary. Now return to your friends before Mr Weasley eats all the food and there is none for you."

"Thank you professor."

As I return to my table I can't help but glance towards Malfoy. As my eyes find him, I'm shocked to find his eyes already looking in my direction. We hold each others gaze for longer than we should. He breaks and looks down and I turn to sit in my vacant seat. What was that? And why does my stomach feel like I'm about to go into battle. Nervous butterflies seem to be fluttering around my insides.

"Wha did Bumblebore whant?"

"I'm sorry Ronald, what? I couldn't understand you with all that food in your mouth."

"Sorry. What did Dumbledore want?"

"He was just informing Malfoy and I of our duties, as well as where our new dormitories are."

"What? They are making you live with the ferret?"

"Ronald, honestly. The Malfoy family assisted the Order in the demise of Voldemort and capture of Death Eaters. They proved to be valuable allies and without their assistance Snape would have been killed when his role as an Order spy was revealed."

"He's still a git."

"Grow up."

"Hermione's right Ron. We need to let go of all these stupid prejudices or we will be right back were we started before Voldemorts death."

"But he's a slimy Slytherin git."

"So? Snape was a Slytherin and he turned out to be one of the bravest men we know."

"I'm not going to win this argument am I?"

"Nope."

"Fine. But if he does anything Mione, you come straight to us and we'll set him straight."

"I'm pretty sure I can handle myself Ron, but thanks for the offer."

The rest of the feast was filled with mindless chatter. Which helped with keeping my mind of my sudden interest in a certain blonde. As the final dessert plates disappeared, I stood and fair welled my friends, heading out of the Great Hall and up to the Fifth floor moving along it until I reached the portrait of Angelina Johnson and Fred Weasley. How that boy got Head Boy I'll never know.

"Password?"

Did Dumbledore give us a password and I hadn't heard it, I thought to myself after I heard Angelina speak.

"Unity."

The portrait swung open and I turned to see Malfoy standing behind me.

"Dumbledore. He caught me before I left and gave me the password."

"Oh, thank you."

We both entered the sort tunnel that led to a main common area. It was huge. Larger than the Gryffindor common room thats for sure. There were two long plush couches and two armchairs in a dark navy blue situated around a large fireplace at one end of the room. At the opposite end a round table with a few chairs. Along the windowed wall on the same side there was a study area, with a bookshelf in the corner. On the far wall there were three doorways. The middle door had nothing on or above the doorway so I assumed immediately that it was the bathroom. The other two doors were again portraits. One of myself on the left, and the other of Malfoy on the right. These must be our dormitories. I moved towards my portrait and as I reached it, my pictured self spoke;

"You must choose a password to enter your dormitory. It is up to you whether you choose to tell your fellow head."

"Are the dormitories not enchanted to keep members of the opposite sex out like the main dormitories?"

"No. You are expected to be responsible enough as Heads to not abuse these privileges."

"Very well. My password shall be Asgard."

"Very well. You may enter."

It is a weird experience talking to a version of oneself. The portrait swings forward and I duck into my new room. My eyes are immediately drawn to the enormous four-poster king size bed. With a deep blue duvet and what appears to be hundreds of pillows. It reminds me instantly of my room back in Asgard, except my bed there had furs rather than a duvet. I see a closet and chester draws with a vanity at the far end of the room. I also notice a door on the right side wall. The bathroom. So we must each have our own entrance to the bathroom. That'll be interesting remembering to lock all doors when using it.

I open the bathroom door to have a look. It is again, huge. Exactly like the Prefects bathroom but it also has a toilet and separate shower. Two separate vanities with cupboard space. A girl could get used to this.

The sound of a door opening draws my gaze to the right end of the room. Malfoy appears in the door way.

"Sorry. I just wanted to have a look. Were you planning on using the bathroom?"

"No its fine. I was just having a look. I suppose though now that you bring it up, we should properly come up with some sort of schedule for bathroom use. I'm more of a morning showerer, yourself?"

"Don't really care when I shower, morning or night. Just as long as I get one."

"Okay well then why don't I take it first thing in the mornings and you can work your way around that?.

"Sounds like a plan."

"Well then. Goodnight Malfoy."

"Night Granger."