I was thinking something along the lines of this being a story with Dumbledore portrayed as very manipulative, in an innocent sort of way, not realizing what he's doing while circumventing a lot of rules and regulations and ending up hurting Harry in the process, and purposely creating situations for Harry to be tested and get stronger, there is cannon evidence for this, but in this divergence, Harry and Hermione will discover this, and begin to counteract it. They will both become more powerfu through training, learning, and discovery, as clues are laid and they seek to survive in this strange and dangerous world of magic, this makes up for their lack of backup from Ron.
Rather than have Harry and Ron wanting to study less and Hermione having to convince them to study. Harry and Hermione _both_ want to study and share their learning and help each other learn, Harry tending to go for more exciting things like hexes and curses and things that would be useful for a duel or quidditch, and Hermione leanding more academically. Harry's Slytherin side and Hermione's Ravenclaw side will be more prominent. Ron Weasley will be as, or more annoying than Draco Malfoy.
Of course, this is a big undertaking. I've started the story, but I'm unsure of my writing skills and ability to continue with this, I don't have all the books and I very much want this to remain cannon universe, with only slight embelishments that can be explained as things we simply didn't know about cannon universe. I was thinking of taking crossover elements as well, perhaps having Harry and Hermione in third year begin to learn similar forms of magic to that shown in Nanoha, or perhaps one or both of them finding and becoming the masters of powerful magical artifacts that lead them on more adventures a 'la Card Captor Sakura (Maybe Harry is a reincarnation of Clow Reed? Maybe Clow Reed went to Hogwarts and that was where he learned 'Western Magic', and learned Eastern Magic from some Li family ancestor he ended up marrying).
I was also thinking of how much of a problem it would be to have Harry at odds with Ron as a roommate. Ron is the sort that could probably easily be convinced to spy on Harry or get him in trouble whenever he gets the chance if Harry isn't his friend, at least in this divergence. And of course since we're in a Ranma1/2 boards, I thought perhaps magic could be involved in bringing about a female Harry, which would allow Harry to dorm with Hermione and the other Gryffindor girls instead, perhaps escaping the prophesy at the same time, and thus transferring it over to Neville, who may have been marked in some less direct way. Maybe whatever it was that causes Harry to become female is an attempt to remove the cursed scar which Harry complains is paining him to Hermione, and the potion or spell or ritual or whatever they use causes some odd side effects...
Anyway, I don't plan on continiuing this story personally. But I very much liked the idea I came up with, so I thought I'd put it here in case it inspires someone.
"It's no wonder no one can stand her," he said to Harry as they pushed their was into the corridor, "She's a nightmare, honestly."
Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face -- and was startled to see that she was in tears.
"I think she heard you."
"So?" said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. "She must've noticed she's got no friends."
Hermione didn't turn up for the next class and wasn't seen all afternoon. During which time Harry felt really guilty. After all, he'd faced his own share of bullying thanks to Dudley. On their way down to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast, Harry and Ron overheard Parvati Patil telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying in the girls' bathroom and wanted to be left alone. Ron looked a bit more awkward at this, but then he snorted.
"She shouldn't have let it get to her that badly. What a crybaby." Ron said.
With those words, Harry was beginning to doubt his friendship with Ron. He'd never liked the way Ron starred at his scar when they first met, and while he sympathized with how Ron was poor, he didn't much like Ron's often showed jealousy. He remembered how Ron had made fun of Neville's toad when they fist met Neville on the train, and how Ron never wanted to talk about anything but Quidditch, which while Harry liked it, he might also have liked learning a bit more about magic. Now that he thought of it, he realized he'd been subconsciously continuing to hold back his intelligence like he had to avoid punishment from the Dursleys for getting better grades than Dudley, there were no Dursleys here, instead, he was avoiding Ron becoming resentful of him. But was Ron really a good friend if he'd be resentful of someone being smarter than him? Even the amazing Halloween decorations couldn't pull this from Harry's mind.
A thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkins stutter. The feats appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start-of-term banquet.
Harry was just helping himself to a baked potato when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into he hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Troll -- in the dungeons -- thought you ought to know."
He then sank to the floor in a dead faint.
There was an uproar. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence.
"Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"
Percy was in his element.
"Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close behind me, now. Make way, first years coming through! Excuse me, I'm a prefect!"
"How could a troll get in?" Harry asked as they climbed the stairs.
"Don't ask me, they're supposed to be really stupid," said Ron. "Maybe Peeves let it in for a Halloween joke."
They passed different groups of people hurrying in different directions. As they jostled their way through a confused crowd of Hufflepuffs, Harry suddenly grabbed Ron's arm.
'"I've just though -- Hermione."
"What about her?" Ron asked irritably.
"She doesn't know about the troll."
"Forget her, the girls' bathrooms aren't near the dungeons." Ron replied.
"I'm going to get her." Harry replied.
"Fine." Ron scowled, "Go on. I'm not stopping you. But don't expect me to apologize to her."
Harry frowned and ran off, he peered around a large stone Griffin and saw not Percy, but Snape, running down the hall, he crossed the corridor and disappeared from view. Harry silently wondered what he was doing up her rather than down in the dungeons with the rest of the teachers.
Quietly as possible, he crept along the next corridor after Snape's fading footsteps.
"He's heading for the third floor," Harry murmured, frowning.
Harry suddenly smelled a foul stench, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean.
And then he heard it -- a low grunting, and the shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. Harry looked around and spotted it -- at the end of a passage to the left, something huge was moving towards him. He shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged intoa patch of moonlight.
It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was dull, granite gray, its lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long.
The troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears, making up its tiny mind, then slouched slowly into the room.
Harry suddenly realized that room was the girls' bathroom, Hermione was probably inside.
"HEY! BIG OAF! OVER HERE!" Harry yelled hoping to distract it.
There was a loud grunt, accompanied by some screaming, "NO HERMIONE! DON'T YELL! IT'LL COME AFTER YOU! I'M TRYING TO DISTRACT IT!" Harry yelled loudly, and heard Hermione shut up, "PEABRAIN, OUT HERE!"
Harry felt a panic rise in him as the Troll lumbered out and searched dumbly for whatever was making the noises.
"OVER HERE LUNKHEAD!" Harry yelled.
The troll began lumbering off down the hall. Harry stuck to the shadows and quickly darted around it, and into the girls' bathroom. He immediately spotted Hermione rooted to a corner.
"Shh! I've got it to go off down the hall instead and snuck around it! We'll just have to wait until the coast is clear and then get back up to the common rooms." Harry said, turning back to peer out the door.
Hermione crept up behind him and whispered loudly, "What's a troll doing here?!"
"I don't know. Quirrell burst into the Great Hall during the feast and said there was one in the dungeons... I realized you didn't know and came to get you back to the common rooms. Ron didn't want to come with me. I didn't expect to see the Troll up here." Harry whispered back as the troll lumbered around the corner. Harry sighed in relief, "Good, it went the other way, we can get up to Gryffindor tower now."
Hermione nodded, the two rushed away as Hermione wiped the tears from her face from her earlier crying. As they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, there were still some upper year Gryffindors shuffling in, and they followed them in.
The common room was packed and noisy. Everyone was eating the food that had been sent up. Ron started to approach Harry and tried to drag him away from Hermione.
"Come on, you got her to stop crying, let's go eat." Ron said.
"No," Harry replied, "I'm going to sit here with Hermione. And unless you're going to apologize to her, I'm not going to eat with you."
Ron puffed up angrily, glared at Hermione, then stormed away without a word.
"Thanks..." Hermione said.
They hurried off to get their plates.
From that moment on, Hermione Granger became Harry's best friend. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other. Escaping a 12 foot mountain troll is one of them.






