People, new story. Have to hurry. would have written more but I'm in a
jam. Nothing is mine but the plot.
Pheonix Tears
Chapter 1
The proposition
"Miss Granger you are one of the smartest people of your year. You're young, you were head girl, you're loyal and you are the youngest professor Hogwarts has ever had." Said a man with a flowing white beard and twinkling eyes peeking out from behind half-moon glasses. He was Headmaster Dumbledore.
She blushed at the compliment.
"You have probably learned of the Pheonix Tear amulet in your last year as a student am I correct?"
She nodded. "Yes, in History of Magic. It's an amulet with the abilities of an actual pheonix tear and also can control a person's mind and kill. It disappeared about twenty years ago and it's said that Voldemort has it."
He nodded. "Yes, he does and he knows how to use it. That's why I need your help. You're the only person capable of getting it. And if you succeed, the misistry officials wouldn't be able to turn you way."
"But professor, I don't know where it is, no one does. The only way I can get it is by going back--" She stopped as soon as she realized that Dumbledore planned on sending her back twenty years.
"Exactly!"
She stood up quickly and shook her head. "Professor, I can't. No, no, no. No, I won't do it. The last time I used a time-turner I almost killed my self."
"Hermione, no other adult can do it without causing suspision. You are the only one. Plus you have experiance."
"Professor, what if I can't get the amulet and someone gets it before I do? I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt for letting you down."
"I have faith in you. If you don't get it then at least you would have tried."
"Professor, I don't want to do this."
"Okay, though if you don't we'll just get one of the students to do it. But trust me, I wouldn't have asked you if I don't think you could do it. And no one else will be able to succeed as well as you because you have experiance. I'll give you a day to decide, you might change your mind."
"I doubt it." She mumbled and collected her things, a satchel and a sweater jacket.
He smiled his eyes bright. "We'll see."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah sure. See you tommorow Professor." She said and exited through the portal.
She was so deep in her thoughts that she wasn't watching where she was going and as she turned a corner, she bumped into someone. Papers flew everywhere.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you."
"Obviously." Said a deep soft voice. She looked up into the clear blue eyes of Remus Lupin.
"Professor! I'm sorry, I just came form the headmasters office and wasn't watching where I was going. Did I hurt you? Are you going to see Dumbledore too?" She was rambling but that's what you do when you have crush on someone. Sure he was almost twenty years older but she couldn't help it. When she was younger she had tried to convince herself that it was just a school girl crush but she realized that it couldn't be. People don't just have crushes on werewolves.
After Serveus discovered the cure for werewolfism, Remus pieced his life back together. He went on dates, he made friends and he got his job back as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Hermione sort of lost hope that he would ever see her as a woman so she did her best to forget him. She went out with her best friend Ron Weasley and he loved her and wanted to marry her. But Hermione couldn't marry someone she didn't love like that.
"Hermione, haven't I told you to call me by my name? We're colleagues now."
"I'm sorry Pro-Remus. I'm just not having such a great day."
"Hey Herms, do you think that after I finish with my buisness with Dumbledore, that you and I could eat dinner together."
Hermione grinned. "Yeah sure. I'll see you later." She called as she left in the opposite direction.
She knew that he couldn't like her like that. Like a woman, but she could dream. Remus treated her like a little sister not like a girlfriend.
She ran to her bedroom to change her clothes, she was wearing a dreary old black robe, the one she used for teaching. She narrowed her decision down to a periwinkle blue dress robe or a short violet sparkly one that hugged her figure. But she changed her mind. She didn't want to make it obvious that she was in love with the older professor. Instead she pulled out a pair of tight black jeans and a slinky green tank. She looked at her watch, Six-fifty. She was late by half an hour, he would be waiting. Sure she didn't have makeup, but over the years she had learned that she was pretty enough without it.
She grabbed her over robe and ran down to the great hall. The older boys whistled and cat called while the younger ones flushed. She blushed but ignored them. The head table was empty but she sat down anyway. Instantly her plate was filled with mashed potatoes and gravy but she did not eat it.
She rolled the peas around into the potaoes and sipped at her pumpkin juice. After a while, she looked down at her watch, seven-thirty-seven. He wasn't coming
Pheonix Tears
Chapter 1
The proposition
"Miss Granger you are one of the smartest people of your year. You're young, you were head girl, you're loyal and you are the youngest professor Hogwarts has ever had." Said a man with a flowing white beard and twinkling eyes peeking out from behind half-moon glasses. He was Headmaster Dumbledore.
She blushed at the compliment.
"You have probably learned of the Pheonix Tear amulet in your last year as a student am I correct?"
She nodded. "Yes, in History of Magic. It's an amulet with the abilities of an actual pheonix tear and also can control a person's mind and kill. It disappeared about twenty years ago and it's said that Voldemort has it."
He nodded. "Yes, he does and he knows how to use it. That's why I need your help. You're the only person capable of getting it. And if you succeed, the misistry officials wouldn't be able to turn you way."
"But professor, I don't know where it is, no one does. The only way I can get it is by going back--" She stopped as soon as she realized that Dumbledore planned on sending her back twenty years.
"Exactly!"
She stood up quickly and shook her head. "Professor, I can't. No, no, no. No, I won't do it. The last time I used a time-turner I almost killed my self."
"Hermione, no other adult can do it without causing suspision. You are the only one. Plus you have experiance."
"Professor, what if I can't get the amulet and someone gets it before I do? I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt for letting you down."
"I have faith in you. If you don't get it then at least you would have tried."
"Professor, I don't want to do this."
"Okay, though if you don't we'll just get one of the students to do it. But trust me, I wouldn't have asked you if I don't think you could do it. And no one else will be able to succeed as well as you because you have experiance. I'll give you a day to decide, you might change your mind."
"I doubt it." She mumbled and collected her things, a satchel and a sweater jacket.
He smiled his eyes bright. "We'll see."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah sure. See you tommorow Professor." She said and exited through the portal.
She was so deep in her thoughts that she wasn't watching where she was going and as she turned a corner, she bumped into someone. Papers flew everywhere.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you."
"Obviously." Said a deep soft voice. She looked up into the clear blue eyes of Remus Lupin.
"Professor! I'm sorry, I just came form the headmasters office and wasn't watching where I was going. Did I hurt you? Are you going to see Dumbledore too?" She was rambling but that's what you do when you have crush on someone. Sure he was almost twenty years older but she couldn't help it. When she was younger she had tried to convince herself that it was just a school girl crush but she realized that it couldn't be. People don't just have crushes on werewolves.
After Serveus discovered the cure for werewolfism, Remus pieced his life back together. He went on dates, he made friends and he got his job back as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Hermione sort of lost hope that he would ever see her as a woman so she did her best to forget him. She went out with her best friend Ron Weasley and he loved her and wanted to marry her. But Hermione couldn't marry someone she didn't love like that.
"Hermione, haven't I told you to call me by my name? We're colleagues now."
"I'm sorry Pro-Remus. I'm just not having such a great day."
"Hey Herms, do you think that after I finish with my buisness with Dumbledore, that you and I could eat dinner together."
Hermione grinned. "Yeah sure. I'll see you later." She called as she left in the opposite direction.
She knew that he couldn't like her like that. Like a woman, but she could dream. Remus treated her like a little sister not like a girlfriend.
She ran to her bedroom to change her clothes, she was wearing a dreary old black robe, the one she used for teaching. She narrowed her decision down to a periwinkle blue dress robe or a short violet sparkly one that hugged her figure. But she changed her mind. She didn't want to make it obvious that she was in love with the older professor. Instead she pulled out a pair of tight black jeans and a slinky green tank. She looked at her watch, Six-fifty. She was late by half an hour, he would be waiting. Sure she didn't have makeup, but over the years she had learned that she was pretty enough without it.
She grabbed her over robe and ran down to the great hall. The older boys whistled and cat called while the younger ones flushed. She blushed but ignored them. The head table was empty but she sat down anyway. Instantly her plate was filled with mashed potatoes and gravy but she did not eat it.
She rolled the peas around into the potaoes and sipped at her pumpkin juice. After a while, she looked down at her watch, seven-thirty-seven. He wasn't coming