Summary: Hermione Granger returns to Hogwarts for her seventh and
final year as the HeadGirl. With the threat of war growing more
abundant everyday, the golden trio is made junior members of the order
of the phoenix. Severus Snape is still acting as a spy for the order,
but Voldemort becomes more and more suspicious. Hermione is thus given
her first task as an official member...but can she keep her mind on the
task at hand?
Warnings: This is HG/SS indefinitely. And is rated R for a damn good reason. If this does not hold your fancy then stop reading now!
Disclaimer: I own absolutely NOTHING. It all belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling. So don't sue. Oh, and by the way, the beginning of the hats song isn't mine either. It was in book five!
That Old Black Magic
Chapter One: The Return to Hogwarts
The Great Hall rang with laughter and tidings as everyone anxiously took their seats. The war against Voldemort had become a very near threat in the recent, so everyone was happy to finally return to Hogwarts. The sky portrayed in the ceiling told nothing of the hardships that had plagued their summer, and which would indeed harass their time at Hogwarts. But for the moment, Voldemort and the war was forgotten, as the new first years marched wide-eyed to the front of the hall. MgGonagall perched her glasses upon her nose and dutifully unrolled a very long piece of parchment. Behind her was the tattered sorting hat, silently awaiting its yearly moment to shine. The mouth at the brim opened wide and it began its traditional song.
"In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted
United by a common goal..."
Hermione Granger turned her head from the singing hat to gaze around the hall. Harry had definitely grown since their first year, the Quidditch had served him well. Ron still had not outgrown his lankiness, but development shined by means of his new goatee. He was now absent-mindedly stroking the small red stubble, while watching the hat. She turned her head towards the Slytherin table, looking for Malfoy. His short blonde hair stuck out and he quickly felt her gaze upon him. Malfoy looked up and then around at the other Slytherins, and quickly smiled at Hermione. His normal sneer slithered back onto his face.
"He really has changed," she thought. Ever since his dad had escaped from Azkaban, Draco had sworn to become another spy like Snape.
"Where is the greasy twit anyhow?" Hermione quietly asked herself. She chanced a glance up at him, and found his trademark sneer plastered on his face.
"He hasn't changed a bit. Overgrown bat." She snorted to herself. Although there really wasn't any anger behind her snide remark this time. Hermione found her eyes roaming his pale face and neck. His black hair hung low over his face, concealing his eyes. His head snapped up and he looked directly at Hermione. She held his gaze, looking into those dark ebony eyes searching for...something. They held eachothers stares just until the sorting hat had yelled,
"GRYFFINDOR!" Hermione quickly recovered herself and began to clap along with the rest of her house. She chanced a look back up at Snape, but he was now focussed on the little student who had taken the stool. She felt a shiver go down her spine at the memory of his black eyes, searching her, judging her.
"SLYTHERIN!" Snape momentarily clapped along with the rest of his house, then lost interest. Hermione snorted to herself. It was just like him to show no interest.
"Wait...now when did I start knowing what was 'just like him'?" She wondered quietly. She shrugged this thought off as another student was sorted into Gryffindor. This particular student was small and scrawny and he took a seat next to Harry.
Finally the sorting had finished and all the new first years were seated in their new houses. Ron looked longingly at an empty plate of food, willing Dumbledore to hurry his speech. Dumbledore rose from his seat at the staff table and looked merrily down at everyone.
"Welcome back, to what looks like to be another promising year at Hogwarts." His smile radiated throughout the room.
"Just a few notices before we begin our well needed feast. Mr. Filch, our caretaker has asked me to remind you that there is no magic allowed in the halls between classes. And there is also a full list of rules posted on his office door. As well, no one is permitted inside the forbidden forest at any times during the year. I would like to extend a welcome to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mr. Remus Lupin." The Gryffindor table cheered loudly, welcoming back and old friend. The Slytherins however scowled up at him.
"Yes, wonderful. I would also like to take this chance to introduce you all to our head boy and girl. Our Headboy is Mr. Ernie MacMillan, and our Headgirl is Miss Hermione Granger." Once again the Gryffindor table clapped the hardest, and Hermione shrank back into her seat, blushing profusely.
"With that out of the way, let the feast begin." Dumbledore clapped his hands once and all sorts of food appeared on the empty platters.
The Great Hall had once again filled with laughter and merriment.
"So 'Mione, what did you do this summer?" Ron asked through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
"Not much Ron. I studied mostly." Harry and Ron looked up at her wide- eyed and mouths open.
"Studied?!? But 'Mione, it was the summer holidays, what was there to study?" Ron looked at her incredulously.
"NEWTS are this year, or have you two forgotten? I've already started reviewing our last six years here." Harry and Ron looked at her friend as if she had gone stark raving mad, then burst into fits of laughter.
"What's so funny?" She asked innocently.
"Oh, nothing 'Mione. Its just the you haven't changed a bit." Harry stated through laughs.
"Yeah, yeah. So what have YOU two been up to then?" The two boys looked at eachother, a hint of worry on their faces.
"Nothing much really. You know the Dursleys." Harry cringed at this name. Ron looked back at his plate and muttered,
"Yeah, nothing much." And then went back to the chicken on his plate. Hermione watched the two of them, silently wondering what that was all about. She decided to leave them be for the moment, and would ask them later. She glanced back up at the staff table and found Snape looking back at her. That familiar shiver ran down her spine again and she felt her face begin to flush a little as she looked back down at her plate.
"Have I gone mad?" She asked herself. Why was she blushing every time Snape looked at her, and why did she all of a sudden become really hot when his eyes met hers? She pushed this thought to the back of her mind again as Dumbledore stood to end the feast.
"Well, that was a magnificent feast I should say. Now if you would all follow your prefects back to your dormitories, we can all retire for the night." Dumbledore smiled again and then turned his head to Snape and whispered something.
Hermione rose from her seat to guide everyone back to Gryffindor when Snape came up behind her. She whipped around and felt that now customary heat rise in her.
"Miss Granger, the Headmaster requests your presence in his office immediately. Along with Mr's Potter and Weasley." With that he flew out of the Great Hall, his cape billowing angrily behind him. The three gave each other quizzical looks, but proceeded to Dumbledore's office.
A/N: BOO! I'm back with another HG/SS story. I hope you like so far..this chapter is really kinda like a prologue. It will get more interesting, I PROMISE. LOL. Anyhoo review please! Toodles and Hugs. MUAH!
Warnings: This is HG/SS indefinitely. And is rated R for a damn good reason. If this does not hold your fancy then stop reading now!
Disclaimer: I own absolutely NOTHING. It all belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling. So don't sue. Oh, and by the way, the beginning of the hats song isn't mine either. It was in book five!
That Old Black Magic
Chapter One: The Return to Hogwarts
The Great Hall rang with laughter and tidings as everyone anxiously took their seats. The war against Voldemort had become a very near threat in the recent, so everyone was happy to finally return to Hogwarts. The sky portrayed in the ceiling told nothing of the hardships that had plagued their summer, and which would indeed harass their time at Hogwarts. But for the moment, Voldemort and the war was forgotten, as the new first years marched wide-eyed to the front of the hall. MgGonagall perched her glasses upon her nose and dutifully unrolled a very long piece of parchment. Behind her was the tattered sorting hat, silently awaiting its yearly moment to shine. The mouth at the brim opened wide and it began its traditional song.
"In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted
United by a common goal..."
Hermione Granger turned her head from the singing hat to gaze around the hall. Harry had definitely grown since their first year, the Quidditch had served him well. Ron still had not outgrown his lankiness, but development shined by means of his new goatee. He was now absent-mindedly stroking the small red stubble, while watching the hat. She turned her head towards the Slytherin table, looking for Malfoy. His short blonde hair stuck out and he quickly felt her gaze upon him. Malfoy looked up and then around at the other Slytherins, and quickly smiled at Hermione. His normal sneer slithered back onto his face.
"He really has changed," she thought. Ever since his dad had escaped from Azkaban, Draco had sworn to become another spy like Snape.
"Where is the greasy twit anyhow?" Hermione quietly asked herself. She chanced a glance up at him, and found his trademark sneer plastered on his face.
"He hasn't changed a bit. Overgrown bat." She snorted to herself. Although there really wasn't any anger behind her snide remark this time. Hermione found her eyes roaming his pale face and neck. His black hair hung low over his face, concealing his eyes. His head snapped up and he looked directly at Hermione. She held his gaze, looking into those dark ebony eyes searching for...something. They held eachothers stares just until the sorting hat had yelled,
"GRYFFINDOR!" Hermione quickly recovered herself and began to clap along with the rest of her house. She chanced a look back up at Snape, but he was now focussed on the little student who had taken the stool. She felt a shiver go down her spine at the memory of his black eyes, searching her, judging her.
"SLYTHERIN!" Snape momentarily clapped along with the rest of his house, then lost interest. Hermione snorted to herself. It was just like him to show no interest.
"Wait...now when did I start knowing what was 'just like him'?" She wondered quietly. She shrugged this thought off as another student was sorted into Gryffindor. This particular student was small and scrawny and he took a seat next to Harry.
Finally the sorting had finished and all the new first years were seated in their new houses. Ron looked longingly at an empty plate of food, willing Dumbledore to hurry his speech. Dumbledore rose from his seat at the staff table and looked merrily down at everyone.
"Welcome back, to what looks like to be another promising year at Hogwarts." His smile radiated throughout the room.
"Just a few notices before we begin our well needed feast. Mr. Filch, our caretaker has asked me to remind you that there is no magic allowed in the halls between classes. And there is also a full list of rules posted on his office door. As well, no one is permitted inside the forbidden forest at any times during the year. I would like to extend a welcome to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mr. Remus Lupin." The Gryffindor table cheered loudly, welcoming back and old friend. The Slytherins however scowled up at him.
"Yes, wonderful. I would also like to take this chance to introduce you all to our head boy and girl. Our Headboy is Mr. Ernie MacMillan, and our Headgirl is Miss Hermione Granger." Once again the Gryffindor table clapped the hardest, and Hermione shrank back into her seat, blushing profusely.
"With that out of the way, let the feast begin." Dumbledore clapped his hands once and all sorts of food appeared on the empty platters.
The Great Hall had once again filled with laughter and merriment.
"So 'Mione, what did you do this summer?" Ron asked through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
"Not much Ron. I studied mostly." Harry and Ron looked up at her wide- eyed and mouths open.
"Studied?!? But 'Mione, it was the summer holidays, what was there to study?" Ron looked at her incredulously.
"NEWTS are this year, or have you two forgotten? I've already started reviewing our last six years here." Harry and Ron looked at her friend as if she had gone stark raving mad, then burst into fits of laughter.
"What's so funny?" She asked innocently.
"Oh, nothing 'Mione. Its just the you haven't changed a bit." Harry stated through laughs.
"Yeah, yeah. So what have YOU two been up to then?" The two boys looked at eachother, a hint of worry on their faces.
"Nothing much really. You know the Dursleys." Harry cringed at this name. Ron looked back at his plate and muttered,
"Yeah, nothing much." And then went back to the chicken on his plate. Hermione watched the two of them, silently wondering what that was all about. She decided to leave them be for the moment, and would ask them later. She glanced back up at the staff table and found Snape looking back at her. That familiar shiver ran down her spine again and she felt her face begin to flush a little as she looked back down at her plate.
"Have I gone mad?" She asked herself. Why was she blushing every time Snape looked at her, and why did she all of a sudden become really hot when his eyes met hers? She pushed this thought to the back of her mind again as Dumbledore stood to end the feast.
"Well, that was a magnificent feast I should say. Now if you would all follow your prefects back to your dormitories, we can all retire for the night." Dumbledore smiled again and then turned his head to Snape and whispered something.
Hermione rose from her seat to guide everyone back to Gryffindor when Snape came up behind her. She whipped around and felt that now customary heat rise in her.
"Miss Granger, the Headmaster requests your presence in his office immediately. Along with Mr's Potter and Weasley." With that he flew out of the Great Hall, his cape billowing angrily behind him. The three gave each other quizzical looks, but proceeded to Dumbledore's office.
A/N: BOO! I'm back with another HG/SS story. I hope you like so far..this chapter is really kinda like a prologue. It will get more interesting, I PROMISE. LOL. Anyhoo review please! Toodles and Hugs. MUAH!