{This story will hopefully be a multi-chapter one, as long as people enjoy it.}
Disclaimer: All characters (except Selene Hawkins, she's mine) are property of J.K. Rowling. I am just visiting her magical world for a while and I stand to make nothing from this short piece of pure fiction. Unless someone has access to Gringotts and can send me a few Gold Galleons via owl post. HAHA!
~~~ Enough of that, on with the show. Enjoy!! And please review, as it is my very first fanfic ever written. Thanks!!! ~~~~ BTW: Words italicized are the characters inner thoughts.
Who ever would have thought I would be returning to Hogwarts?, Selene thought to herself as stepped of the train. The castle was exactly as she had remembered it, high atop a green hill, the bright summer moon reflecting of the large picture windows on its sides. She jumped aside as a group of 3rd years ran past her, eager to meet up with old friends. Ah, the good old days, the carefree life of a child. She had been asked by Dumbledore via owl post to return to Hogwarts, an opportunity she jumped at. He had requested her to fill the now-vacant position left by Madam Hooch, the flying teacher. She had some family business that required urgent attention causing her to relinquish her position there.
Although giving up here position as Chaser on the Irish Quidditch team, The Kenmare Kestrels, was hard; she felt as if taking this job would be more profitable than winning the League Cup the 3rd year running. Having now reached the professors coach with Firebolt in hand, she was determined to figure out what the feeling was that she felt deep in here soul. Was it anxiety over her new job? I have dealt with worse than this, she chuckled to herself, teaching flying and refereeing Quidditch matches would prove no sweat. Anticipation, that was it. But anticipation of what?, she thought. What could possibly happen that could make her feel this? She shook her head, clearing it of whatever the future had in store, after all she would be prepared for it. She was a Quidditch champ after all. The coach quickly approached the castle's great oak front doors, and upon reaching them came to a gentle stop right in front. Selene stepped out of the coach and headed up the short flight of stone steps that lead to the already open front doors. A wave of hushed whispers followed her as she walked through the mass of Hogwarts students. "Who is she?", "Look at that! She's got the latest model Firebolt!" were just some of the phrases she heard as she made her way up the stairs with the rest of the crowd to the Great Hall.
And what a sight she was met with. Bright light from floating candles lit the large room, and house banners hung from the ceiling. The Gryffindor banner looked exceptionally beautiful if I do say so myself but then again I am partial, she laughed inwardly at her thought. After all it had been her house when she had attended Hogwarts herself many years again. Heads turned as she walked down the rows between massive tables set for the feast. As she approached the table, she stopped in her tracks. She could not believe her eyes. I never thought I would see him again in my life, she mused at the sight of the man she had loved so long ago, but had never had the courage to tell him so.
Who could it be?! You'll just have to read on and find out…