Title: It Ended Too Soon

Author: Canadianna

Rating: PG

Summary: A H/Hr fic. I love these!!! =) Well, Harry comes back to Hogwarts for some reason when he is twenty-five years old...and...eventually falls in love with Hermione-who is also at Hogwarts at that time. Something terrible happens. Read to find out what goes wrong and almost made me cry...R/R!



Disclaimer/A/N: Yep, the usual...I don't own any Harry Potter-ish stuff or any of the characters, but I do own the story line and the characters' out of character behaviors, haha... Well, on with the author's note. I'm really sorry if some of the characters-wait, no, ALL of the characters are totally OOC-ESPECIALLY Dumbledore. He always picks the hardest words to say! ='( And, um...make a mental note that this is my first attempt at a HP fic, so don't expect too much. I've written other fics that are way too short, so I'm trying to...er...fix that problem. This fic will be more PG- 13 than PG, but I put PG anyway. Thank you soo much for understanding(at least I hope you understand), and on with the fic!



Chapter 1; "Oh, hello, Harry." (A/N: I'm VERY sorry for the oh so dumb titles! I'm using lines of the fic for chapter titles.)

Tell me how long

'Till I'm not just dreaming

How long, 'til somebody cares

How long, 'til I meet an angel

And give him my heart,

When can I start

How long 'till I fall in love

'How Long'-Dream

Hermione Granger sighed heavily as she sat at the staff table in the Great Hall. She was now twenty-five years old, and looked like the same girl as she was when she was fourteen, but taller and prettier.

Though Hermione was well known at Hogwarts for her intelligence rather than her flying knowledge and skills, she somehow ended up being the flying instructor because poor Madam Hooch had sadly passed away. Hermione watched the quite old headmaster, Dumbledore, stand up slowly. His blue eyes twinkled once more in the magically enchanted floating candlelight.

"May I please have your attention?" he said, as all of the students at the end of the Sorting Ceremony quieted down. "This year, we have a very special guest at our school. He will be helping Professor Granger teach flying."

Hermione was surprised to hear this; no one had told her that someone was coming to help her teach.

"Mr. Harry Potter." Suddenly, the students whispered excitedly to each other. 'Harry?' Hermione thought. 'Harry Potter?'

"Yes, I'm quite sure all of you know Harry Potter as he is the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team's seeker, and he of course is the one who survived He Who Must Not Be Named's deadly attack." Dumbledore smiled at the students. "But I'm afraid Mr. Potter is busy right now. He will probably be arriving at Hogwarts by tomorrow. Mr. Potter was once a Hogwarts student, and he was one of the best seekers the Gryffindor Quidditch team has ever had. So I ask all of you-especially the Gryffindors-to please give him a warm welcome when he arrives. Thank you very much."

'Harry's coming here? Wow, I haven't seen him for a while...I wonder if he still remembers me,' Hermione thought, picturing Harry playing Quidditch with Oliver Wood, Fred and George Weasly, and the rest of the old Gryffindor Quidditch team. 'I can't wait to see him again!'

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Hermione woke up the next morning, exceptionally glad that it was Saturday and didn't have any classes to teach. She got dressed, and started to walk down to the Great Hall- 'I wonder when Harry's going to get here...' -apparently lost in thought. Then, she accidently bumped into a tall, handsome young man with bright green eyes and jet-black hair. He had a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.

"Oh, sorry, mister-" Hermione started. But she froze, and studied the young man's face. Hermione's face instantly broke into a smile. "Harry!" Harry grinned broadly.

"Hermione!" He hugged Hermione. "Wow-you look...beautiful!" Hermione blushed a bright pink color.

"So-so do you! I mean, you look great," she said, looking into Harry's eyes. She couldn't stop. It felt like she was falling into them. Falling deeper and deeper...

"Hermione?" Harry shook Hermione out of her 'trance'.

"Oh, hello, Harry," Hermione muttered. Harry smiled. "Erm-are you hungry?" Hermione asked.

"Starving," Harry answered, massaging his stomach.

"Let's go eat breakfast, then!" Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him into the Great Hall. They sat down at the staff table where some of the professors, like Dumbledore, greeted Harry.

"Mr. Potter, how are you?" Dumbledore asked, shaking Harry's hand.

"I'm alright. You, Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked, smiling widely at his favorite professor.

"I'm just fine, thank you. I'm sure you must be hungry...dig in!" Dumbledore said. He chuckled at the choice of his last two words, and turned to eat. Harry turned to his right to talk to Hermione, who was chewing on a piece of toast. She was focusing very hard on her goblet. She was obviously staring into space.

"Same old Dumbledore," Harry said, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. Hermione nodded, still staring at her goblet.

"Yeah."

"Hermione? Are you OK?" Harry asked, trying to get her to look at him. Hermione turned to Harry.

"Yeah, I'm alright..." Harry doubted that Hermione was telling the truth and that she wasn't worried about anything. "Really, Harry...I'm OK," Hermione said, looking at Harry's worried face. She smiled warmly. "D'you have anything to do today, Harry?" Hermione hastily changed the subject.

"Nope, nothing to do..."

"Then how about we go to Hogsmeade?" Hermione suggested.

"Sure! Let's talk more over a bottle of Butterbeer."



When I first saw you I couldn't believe

The way you smiled took the breath out of me

And maybe I'm seeing things

But if it's true don't wake me up from this dream

'You Remind Me' -Mandy Moore

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