Professor Granger slipped on her seductive cat eye glasses, and placed her hands on the chair in front of her to pull it out, she then placed her hands on her butt, and slid them down to flatten the grey skirt she was wearing so it wouldn't ride up. She then placed her hands on the desk and began looking around. Before she knew it students were fleeing into the class room one by one. She waited till they were all sitting in their seats before she began her lecture. She cleared her throat and began.

"Welcome 1st years to Hogwarts, My name is Hermione Granger and.."

She was cut off by a student with frizzy brown hair and glasses, "Wait you're the Hermione granger, you were with Harry Potter, you were his friend, I've read about you." The class roared with gasps, and amazement.

"Yes." Hermione paused and went on. "I was with Harry in the war against Voldemort."

"What was that like?" another student asked.

"Terrifying I must say, people were murdered, the skies went black so it felt like you were in this underground of mass destruction, I can still hear the screams today, the terror in the eyes of every man, woman, child, that the wizarding world would be cast off and never heard from again. I lost my parents in that war and even my friend, why do you want to know about that?" No body answered. She paused again thinking about that night her eyes began welling with tears. "Harry Potter died to save us, to save our world so that the good can defeat the evil, I will never forget him."

"What about the other boy, Ron, I think?" asked a red headed freckle nosed boy. "It was so cool how he used his knowledge in wizard's chess to defeat the dark lord; do you still speak to him?"

In fact, it had been 8 years since Hermione last saw Ron. After the war things got way to out of hand with them, but she still remembered what he said "if neither of us has found love by the time we are 30 we are promised to each other." She agreed. Hermione now 25 and without even a boyfriend for 11 years was starting to find hope that she and Ron would spend life together in holy matrimony , but he hadn't even the decency to call her.

"Professor," said a student Hermione was a brought out of her thought.

"Yes."

"Are you going to answer the question?"

"I'm afraid that's personal, now I will go on with my lecture, welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts, now look at the jar in front of you that is the bluebell flame, it is a flame that can be cast a short distance and then placed back in the jar again, this incantation can be useful if a certain friend of yours can't stay still while in a devils snare, or a certain dark potions master is trying to kill you best friend and you want to distract him by setting his cloak on fire." She thought about her first year using that incantation on Snape and Ron." But it is only needed if necessary I don't want you going back to your dormitories and set things on fire." The class laughed.

"Now take out your wands, the vase of flowers is what I want you to set on fire, now repeat after me lacarnum inflamore"

"Lacarnum Inflamore" she heard the class chant, a great deal of them did well so far no mess ups, except for one.

"Annie, your, hairs on fire!" yelled the classmate from behind the small young brunette. "Don't panic." Hermione said running over and patting Annie's hair down, it only made it worse. Hermione took out her wand "aguamenti" she said a splash jet of water came out from her wand and soaked Annie's hair and back. "I'm sorry," she said looking at her wet student; "Lets get you to the hospital wing, class dismissed."