Author's Note:
I will be writing this sort of as a way to get the imagination flowing with my main story Hope and Kraken, since I'm getting back into the writing mode thanks to a huge slouch this summer where my grammer went off wild.
This is sort of going along the lines of one of those cheap romance novels I recieved in a bag where I bought around thirty books for a dollar. --Good deal.--
So those of you who enjoyed Hope and Kraken, you might like this, it isn't as dramatic, but I plenty of romance, and I might add some twists since I am a...twisted sort of person?
) Please review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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It was the start of a new morning, as Hermione Granger, the famous female from the Heroic Trio who destroyed Voldemort, got ready for a new day, a new start. She smiled uneasily into the mirror, as it magically crooned to her beautiful words, easing her fluttering stomach.
The mirror though did not lie, through the last two years since the downfall of Voldemort; she had blossomed into quite a young woman, her chestnut hair paying off for the years of hell, with gorgeous curls, it didn't help that her body filled out in all the right places, and her eyes got a light orange tint. She was beautiful, and now a trademark for many young witches out there, often appearing on the cover of Teen Witch weekly.
Yet that did nothing to comfort her, as she fiddled with her finger, marveling over the bareness it seemed to hold, or the absence of Ron Weasley in her life. This past week she had finally broke off the engagement on the pretense that he was a womanizer. She would think that after Voldemort was gone, that they would be closer, and that…she would have fallen madly in love with him. She knew she had nobody else to blame besides herself, if she hadn't been so eager and mistaken a little infatuation for love she wouldn't have been in the middle of a sticky triangle. Harry Potter, the boy who lived AND defeated Voldemort had comforted her, but he was to busy with his restarting relationship with the pretty Ginny Weasley, her bestfriend. She frowned in the mirror, as Lavender Brown flashed through her mind along with Ron, and the mirror made a slight grunting noise. It was a handsome one, made of oak, and fashioned by elves, a gift for destroying Voldemort and her contributions to S.P.E.W. She smiled, and it hummed in approval, as she lingered in her room.
She looked around, making sure everything was packed, before she flicked her wand sending them off before her, then she whispered goodbye, and vanished.
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Severus Snape peered into his mirror for a long time, noticing the gray hair starting to appear in his 'slightly' greasy hair. His nose seemed to long for his liking, but he looked striking, and dashing, but he didn't notice as he went on analyzing himself.
He fixed the cloak that was around him, and straightened his cuffs, as he frowned during the process. He was considered a free man, as he absently looked out of the bathroom to the card sitting on his table. It was from Albus Dumbledore from…Hawaii.
That had been the day he thought, as he glanced away, lost in thought, that he didn't notice he had been fixing the same cuff for the last few minutes.
Using a zombie like doll for Albus, and faking his death had been one of the hardest things to do, considering he had to hide from the Order. Yet it had come in handy as he and Albus marched into the final battle, all the curses seemed to stop flying, all the lust for fighting gone.
Albus was alive, the hope believable, and he for one was on the right side.
He sighed, as gave himself one last glance into the mirror, before he checked his apartment, a small one on the outskirts of London. Then he too vanished.
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Author's Note:
I know it is a tad short. But I'm sleepy. ;D
It will be tons longer next chapter, as long as I get some reviews!
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-zelucius