Hermione

_Note: Sorry if u had any other plans for Hermione. I saw it was WIP but i left it pretty open ended incase you had already written a storyline for her._

Harry woke up groggy and confused. Beneath him was the cold stone floor of Hogwarts, but he didn't know where in the castle he was. As he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in a room with walls lined with bookshelves full of magical texts. He thought to himself that this must be Dumbledore's office or some sort of library. Then he remembered that Professor Mad-Eye had told him about the secret passage into the library, so he had snuck into it at night with Hermione to study for the Triwizard Tournament.

"There you are," the familiar sound of Hermione's voice called out to him. She came around a corner and sat down next to Harry. "You can't doze off now, Harry. You have important spells to learn," she said.

Harry tried to concentrate on the spell she was teaching him, but it was hard. All he could think about was the tournament next week. "Look, Harry, there is no time to lose," Hermione's voice was more forceful than usual. He glanced up at her and she seemed angry. She looked him in the eye and he realized that she wanted his full attention.

"The first task will take place on a Saturday, which means you have exactly seven days until the start of the tournament. Professor Mad-Eye didn't tell us about the secret passage so we could doze off. You are taking this too lightly, Harry," she scolded.

"I am sorry, Hermione, but I can't help it. It's hard to concentrate without sleep for the last two days," he snapped back.

She was quiet for a moment, then she got up and walked over to one of the bookshelves. She took a book and placed it in front of him. "Here, take this," she said.

It was an old spell book, bound in worn, black leather with gold lettering on the spine that had long since faded. It was quite large, nearly the size of a dictionary, and heavy in the hand. The pages were yellowed and fragile, with handwritten notes and diagrams in the margins. Some of the spells within were ancient, dating back to the early days of the wizarding world, and the book contained powerful magic. However, they were also some of the most difficult and dangerous spells you could try to perform.

"Read these spells out loud as many times as needed until you remember them well," Hermione said. "If you can even perform one of the spells in this book, you're sure to impress the judges. I think it's the best thing we can do right now.

Now, let's go Harry

Harry nodded, feeling grateful for Hermione's help and support. He picked up the spell book and began to walk towards the common-room when he stopped himself and turned around. He looked at her and asked, "Do you think it's wise to teach me these spells?"

"Well, I'm sorry to say, but I don't actually believe you will be able to perform any of them," she replied. "It's a stretch, but I think it's the only chance you've got here with you being so much younger than the others."

Hermione was glad that Harry hadn't tried to argue more about this because she had a point. If anyone else had seen him practicing these spells, they would have thought him mad, let alone trying to perform them in front of all their classmates at the tournament.

"Thank you so much for all your help," he said gratefully.

Hermione smiled. "You're welcome," .

The two of them headed out through the secret passage and started walking towards the common-room.

Later that night as Harry was lying in bed, thinking of the tournament and his friends, he wondered if he should try to learn some of these spells or go to sleep.