Merlin At Hogwarts

This is a crossover fanfiction of BBC's Merlin and J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. This has nothing to do with my other fanfiction that I am rewriting. It is just something that I've decided to do upon request of my sister and myself.

The author doesn't own any characters owned by the distinguished franchises that do own characters. However, the original characters and story line do belong to the author. No money or profit will or is intended to be made on this story. Thank you.**


9. Divination....Predictions....ITS ALL TRUE!

Hermione had been working herself to the bone. And this time, it had absolutely NOTHING to do with her studies. Instead, it had EVERYTHING to do with the bloody ferret himself; Draco Malfoy.

So, she had politely told Professor Umbridge that, no, she would not be reading the book today or any other day for that matter. She had already read that dull book from front cover to back cover more times than she'd care to admit. 

She had concluded that all this craziness had started with said blithering ferret, however, she was unable to find a link to WHY this started. Unless, of course you count the new (and very interesting and cute student named Merlin Pendragon!) and the mysterious attack that was made on herself just mere weeks ago in the library. 

"Hemm. Hemm." The infuriatingly annoying toad like professor was standing before Hermione in all her stout, toad glory, glaring at the bookworm with indignation. 

Hermione was pulled rather unceremoniously out of the confines of her thoughts. They were currently in Double D. A. D. And, Professor Umbridge was looking quite annoyed with her. 

"Yes?" Hermione asked pointedly. 

"Miss Granger, forgive me, but I must be mistaken, because I do believe that I misheard you. I thought, and this is quite silly of me, that you said you were not going to be opening your book and reding from it from here on out?"

It's POTTER! She thought to herself and bit her tongue from correcting the imbecile. "Oh, Professor, you heard me correctly. I will not be opening the book or reading it at all any more." She answered the toad tightly. 

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Miss Granger, you shall open that book this instant and read chapter thirteen."

"No, Professor, I don't think I will." She snapped rather rudely, meeting her boiling point. 

"Miss Granger!" Professor Toad-Face screeched out shrilly in indignation. 

"I'm sorry, Professor, but I refuse to reread a book I've already read more than five times and have memorized."

By this time, the entire class was watching the spectacle. Murmuring could be heard all around the two witches lost in their battle of supremacy. 

"Sure, because the bookworm of Gryffindorks DOESN'T read book over and over and over again!" The drawl of Theodore Nott's voice entered Harry's ears. 

"Oi! That's MY SISTER you're talking about there, Nott! WATCH YOUR TONGUE!" Harry yelled out angrily. 

Ron came to his aid, "Yeah, Nott! I'm sure you'll just run tail between your legs when you've another row with Harry or Mione!"

The two boys were fuming over the bloody git, ready to have a "Muggle Duel" as Professor McGonagall put it. 

And Draco was being held back by none other than our loving and trustworthy Merlin! Who just so happens to be sitting next to him and was magically restraining our favourite Slytherin. 

But, Merlin himself was having a hard time controlling himself and his magic. 

Hermione just sat there determination flooding her entire being as she clung to her patience with all of her might. "Professor, if I may. And no, I'm not asking your bloody permission," Hermione began. Resolve lost. "How are we to actually LEARN anything without practice? I've asked this once before, an I'm going to continue to ask until I get the correct answer out of your toad-faced mouth!"

Merlin smirked at the "professor". 

Professor Umbridge was taken aback, completely taken aback. She stumbled backwards, away from the angry Hermione who had stood up in a huff. 

"Hermione Jean Granger! You... You little thief! You MUDBLOOD! You... You... You FREAK!" Umbridge shrieked in anger and indignation, showing her true colours. 

Merlin's magic was searing through his veins with a vengeance. It was becoming increasingly hard to get a handle on it. 

The class became eerily quiet. Hermione became completely still. 

"You don't DESERVE magic! You are a thief! Nothing more than a common thief who wants what she can't have! A MUGGLE! DIRT! FLILTH! DISGUSTING!" Umbridge continued. 

Merlin growled, ready to rip the toad's head off. 

Hermione's magic was crackling all around her. Her body was becoming enveloped by her raging fury. Her eyes became black pools of nothingness. Her hair rose above her, turning into a deep blue fire. She was quite angry to put it lightly. 

Merlin released his hold on Draco. 


The magic from the two angry witches and four angry wizards had become so suffocatingly tense in the room that barely anyone could breathe properly. But nobody dared to move for fear of being caught in the destructive crossfire between the toad and the irate, female Potter. 

That was, until Pansy Parkinson spoke up. "You know, Potter, you've got a point. I'd like to know that too."

Hermione acknowledged her with a raised eyebrow in her direction, eyes never wavering from the stare down of the century. 

Then, Hermione did something completely and utterly out of character. Something that she had only done once before in her lifetime. She cursed. 

And not petty cursing like "bloody" or "dung heap". No, she let it all out. She dropped the "D" bomb on the Toad. She dropped the "F" bomb too. And then she whirled around in a dramatic exit with her robes fluttering in such a way that it looked as if she were flying. 

She then proceeded to leave the classroom, leaving behind all but her wand for her brother to bring to her later.

"Good riddance! We don't need a complete waste of blood in our presence anymore!" The toad screeched. 

Merlin could no longer contain himself. He launched his magic into the air, stood--well, flew into the air--and his magic overwhelmed everyone in the room except Hermione. 

His eyes were gold again. How could someone else's eyes turn when they did magic? She thought that it was only hers. And she had only known when Ron had pointed it out in third year. 

Then, he floated back down, reigning in his power and everyone was quiet. 

And, just because NOTHING ELSE COULD POSSIBLY HAPPEN, Hermione's eyes completely fogged over, becoming white, milky, orbs in her head and a great burst of power erupted inside of her and she remembered. 

Remembered only a little. Why the names were so bleeding familiar that people continued to call her and her friends. But her body was rejecting what was coming. She needed to leave. She needed a place of solitude. The place where she could hide in peace. And so, grabbing her things instead of letting Harry deal with them, she ran blindly to the one place she knew would comfort her. 

The Astronomy Tower. 

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