Disclaimer: As I have said on all of me stories, I will never ever own HP. I just break their spirits and make them my slaves.

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Crappery: After being away for three weeks, discovering that Sisterhood of the Medium had been deleted, and writing a book, I decided I should start a new story! I hope you all like it...Due to school starting on Monday –pouts- there will be longer waits between updates...

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Arrival, Chapter One

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Hermione Granger wrapped her arms tightly around herself as she stood on the bustling space of Platform 9¾. She was about to embark

upon the journey of her last and final year at Hogwarts. As people walked hurriedly around her, she simply watched the scarlet train with slightly

sad eyes. That would be the last time she would ever look at it with the anticipation of the term to come churning in the pit of her stomach.

Somebody bumped into her hard with their shoulder, knocking her back several steps and efficiently knocking her out of her daze. Her brows

snapped together as she shook her head slightly. She reached forward and grabbed the tall boy's bicep hard.

"You know," she said coolly, "it's considered polite to apologize when you run into someone."

He turned his head, his ear length golden blond hair swinging round to half cover his mercurial hues. A sneer lifted up the corner of his mouth as he

saw the gleaming Headgirl badge gleaming fiercely upon her breast.

"It's always your fault Granger. You're Headgirl? They're really lowering their standards to let a mudblood be Headgirl this year."

Her skin had toughened against that insult since Second Year and she just scowled at him, letting her sharp nails dig into his covered skin. "Is that

the best you can come up with Malfoy? After six years, mudblood is the best insult you can think of?" A glint of metal on the front of his dark

green shirt caught her gaze. "Fuck, they made you Headboy?" Her hand slid away from his arm. "That is just perfect."

She seemed to about to say something else when a jubilant cry sounded from behind her. She turned her head and smiled vividly at her friends.

She instantly forgot about the blond prat and spun around so she was facing them. A pair of strong arms was thrown about her shoulders as one

of the tall boys reached her. She was picked off the ground and spun around in a tight hug, a happy giggle slipping from her.

"Put me down!" It was a few more minutes before her feet touched the earth. "Thank you!" She looked up into a pair of sparkling blue eyes. "Good

to see you too Ron."

She embraced Harry warmly and then pulled away. She noticed while her face was close to his that he looked extremely tired. With the tip of one

of her blood coloured nails she gently touched the discoloured flesh beneath his eyes.

"You haven't been getting much sleep, you okay?"

"Just the normal stuff Mia, don't worry yourself sick about it."

"I can't help but worry about you Harry, you're my family along with the giant over there." Her arms returned to their place around her waist, her

inner elbows resting lightly on her hips. "Let's get on the train and you both can tell me about your summers."

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Mia settled herself on the worn cushioned bench, her chocolate brown eyes watching the two boys in front of her. There was a faint smile

on her lips as they fidgeted like small children and spoke to each other about Quidditch. Her fingers tapped against her arm as she shook her head

slightly. It was a little known fact that she actually did like Quidditch. Everyone thought that she saw it as a juvenile sport and only sat through

the games because her two best friends were on the house team. In actuality, she was extremely interested in the wizarding sport and would have

loved to participate if her debilitating fear of heights did not handicap her. She gave a little mental shiver and let her eyes drift to the swiftly

moving countryside. She barely had enough time to take in a patch of vivid scenery before it was swept away in a boiling, bubbling mass of green.

Her attention started drifting horribly as a strange tingling sensation began in the tips of her toes. A slight frown marred her face as she tried,

through the sudden haze that had descended over her mind, to think. She felt like she was trying to swim through a vat of molasses, trying to see

the prize waiting at the bottom of the syrup filled tank.

"Mia? Mia, you listening? Hermione are you okay?"

Concerned words played avenging nights in the strange dreamlike world she had entered, cutting away the mists with their gleaming swords. She

shook her head quickly and looked up into a pair of worried jade eyes.

"I'm okay." She muttered, rubbing her hands against her face.

"You sure? You looked like you were about to faint."

"Really, I'm okay. I just got really spaced out is all. It's probably because of these cramps..."

"Cramps?" Ron said, ever oblivious.

"Yes, cramps. Some women tend to get them every month before their menstrual cy..."

"All right, all right! I really don't want to hear about that." He interrupted.

She smirked and stuck her tongue out him, momentarily acting like a child. She settled down again on the tartan seat, tucking her dark brown hair

behind her ears. Once her hands were clasped in her lap, she spoke again.

"Malfoy is Headboy." She uttered bluntly, not seeing a point in dancing around the topic.

Her friends both took on similar scowls. "I will beat his arse to a bloody pulp." Ron growled, his cobalt hues flashing dangerously.

"Thanks, but I'd rather turn him into a ferret and feed him to Buckbeak." She snorted faintly. "I don't think he'll give me too much trouble, at least

that's what I hope. I'm going to go change into my robes. We'll be arriving soon."

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The noises in the Great Hall dwindled to those of cutlery clanking on plates and the deafening din of people conversing. Mia shook her head,

fighting to keep a grin from coming onto her face.

"I can't believe you landed us detentions on the first day of term. I'm Headgirl, I'm not supposed to get detentions..."

"But you're best friends with us, it comes with the job."

"And anyway, you laughed just as much as we did."

"Shut up." She muttered without much conviction.

It was true, she had almost shit herself when the spell that had been placed on Malfoy in the train station had activated. His black school robes

had changed into an elaborate paisley lavender waist coat with far, far too many bows and bits of lace. Beneath it there was a magenta shirt

covered in ruffles, especially at the sleeves and he was wearing a pair of vivid pink knickerbockers with just as many ornamental fluff bits as his

shirt. Hose the colour of his short things tucked into a pair of long, pointy toed shoes with massive bows that flopped over the sides and onto the

floor. His hair was another story. The normally attractive golden locks were gone and in there place was a hideous, white wig that was made up

entirely of heavily powdered llama hair ringlets. The moment his appearance was changed, the entire hall burst into hysterical guffaws of laughter

and she had been swept up in the hilarity of it. His powdered face had flushed beneath the white paste and it took him less then a second to whip

his wand out and send a volley of curses at the trio. With a simple wave of Dumbledore's hand, the jets of coloured lights disappeared. She snorted

faintly and poked some of her dinner with the tip of her fork. She simply shook her head and listened to the conversations going around her.

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The Head's common room was nothing like what she expected. She had thought it would be extremely elaborate and lush, but on first

glance it seemed rather plain. The carpets were dull beige and the walls were only a few shades darker. The furniture was grey making the room

almost colourless. Her brow furrowed and just as she was about to walk in further, for the second time that day she was rudely bumped into. Her

body was roughly propelled forward and she landed on her knees. She turned her head around quickly, her hair following in a wave.

"What the fuck Malfoy?" She hissed. "You could have asked me to move!"

He ignored her and simply drew his wand from his robes. Mia froze and for a split second she thought he was going to point it at her. To her utmost

relief he waved it around a few times and the colour scheme of the room rapidly changed. She slowly pushed herself up onto her feet, scowling at

the green and silver motif the common room now sported.

"How very Slytherin of you. But, there needs to be a wee bit of redesigning." Within moments she had changed all the green to red, so the crimson

and silver danced around with each other, creating a tasteful design that did not clash. Her wand was tucked back into the pocket of her robe as

she looked at Malfoy.

"I am going to go to bed now, don't bother me."

He sneered. "Why would I want to do anything with a mudblood like you?"

"Oh I forgot," she said, "you have a whole harem waiting at your beck and call. I would die happy if you got some nasty incurable STD, after I

laughed my arse off." She smiled sweetly to him, her brown eyes frigid. Without saying anything else to the golden haired prat, she strode up to

the Headgirl's dorm.

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First chapter of ATLANTIS –laughs- What do you all think? I really really like my idea for this story...

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