A Moment of Eternity

By Uenki

Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter. However, I own the plot.

CHAPTER 1: BELIEF

It had been five years since the Dark Lord, Voldemort, was defeated. He, who brought deaths, agony and great sufferings to the Wizarding World, was killed in the hands of Harry Potter, a young man whom was known as The-Boy-Who-Lived, due to the fact that he killed the Dark Lord as an infant. The time of perils and danger was over as peace was, once again, restored. The wizards and witches though were living in joy and bliss, has not forgotten of the dark lord.

Voldemort, the infamous dark wizard, was a reminder for the citizens in the Wizarding World. A reminder of pain that their loved ones were no longer with them and also a reminder that albeit they can perform magic, spells and incantations, darkness was always behind them, stepping on their shadows. Maybe the next time, there will not be a child who was willing to risk everything he had to save the Magical world.

There will be no 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' next time round.

Muggle London, University
- Five years after the defeat of Lord Voldemort

"Oh, shut up John!" A girl shouted, jokingly as she grabbed a guy, John's, shoulders and pushed him to the canteen. Another man, wearing a maroon tee and baggy three-quarter pants followed them while calling his friends. "Hey, wait up!" The guy with the maroon tee waved his arms playfully as he caught up with his two friends and gave a playfully smack on John's back.

The woman who had been observing the little scene chuckled softly while tying her long, tresses of brown that reached her hip area, into a long braid. In her hands was a thick, leathered-cover book. She was a lecturer, her name was Hermione Granger. She graduated from a well-known University in two years at the age of twenty with straight As and she was the youngest lecturer in the University she was working at.

'They were so cheerful, just like how Harry, Ron and I were when we were in Hogwarts,' Hermione mused as she strode to the teachers' area in the canteen. She headed to the drinks stall and ordered a cup of coffee. She placed the book on the table and sat down on the bench. She placed the cup to her lips and took a sip of the coffee. She flipped open the book and started to read.

It was a book written by James Evans, the author of several best-sellers books in the Muggle World. The writer wrote mysteries that even entices the readers themselves. The suspense the writer have included in the story was just pure horrible. Readers have to buy all six books, current, to be able to feel satisfied.

The story touches on a fifteen year old boy, Jake, suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD). One of the personas was usually calm and gentle, loved and adored by others. The second persona was violent and rash and often tortured other people weaker them himself. Finally, as the personality develops, Jake started to become darker and more dangerous.

Jake committed many crimes and goes without unnoticed. It follows on the struggles that Jake was experiencing. The story written by James Evans allows readers to be sitting at the edge of their seat, chasing for every book that came out once a year, on ongoing.

However, what really made the writer famous was his untamed style of writing and his identity. James Evans never did went for any press, advertising on is books. The only thing his fans knew about him was that, James was a name for a male and his penname was James Evans.

Hermione was currently reading the sixth book for the fourth time. She was an avid devotee for the books. The book captures Jake's every struggle and somehow, it reminded her of the endless struggles that Harry had gone through before the last fight.

She remembered that Harry was just like Jake, being an obedient child, meting up the expectations of their professors, learning hundred times more a normal student would just to defeat the Dark Lord. Even though Harry was reluctant to follow, he still did, comforting his defiant nature to take nature's course. He did blow up sometimes, however, in the end; he still begrudgingly followed the elders' advices.

All of that happened five years ago. Presently, after their graduation, Harry just simply disappeared. No owls to his best friends, no Muggle phone calls, nothing. The Wizarding World was affected, hugely, as their savior, somehow, 'fled'. However, Harry's best friends knew better.

Ron and Hermione believed that Harry was simply taking a rest, after seventeen years of struggle and pain. He's going to go back, back to where his home was, someday. At least that was how Ron and Hermione believed in.

A light smile appeared on Hermione's lips. She remembered, a few days before the graduation, after the defeat of Voldemort, the whole gang was hanging out at the Great Hall.

Great Hall, Hogwarts
- Five years before, several days before Graduation

"So, when we grow up, what do you guys want to be?" Luna inquired, dreamily, her tone was drifting faraway, her eyes glossy. Ron was simply chewing on the food in his hands, a drumstick, while taking a big scoop of mashed potatoes from the glass bowl onto his plate. Hermione paused, eyes scanning through the book in her hands. Harry just continued to eat and read the book that Hermione had lent him. Ginny gave a soft blush and answered meekly.

"Well, I… I want to be a Medi-witch," Her face went as red as her flaming red locks and Harry chuckled and commented on how well it suits her, since she was good at Potions and Herbology. Hermione closed her book with a soft snap and rose up her head.

"Well," she started, firmly, "I want to be a lecturer. I want people to gain more knowledge about the world and stuff that was happening around them. The Muggles should be more aware of their surroundings, like magic actually existed… and-" Hermione was cut off swiftly by Ron, who muttered, 'Typical Hermione'. She shut him up with a sharp glare. Harry was getting more into the conversation, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Well, I-" he was once again cut off by Ron.

"Ah, Harry should be going for Auror, should he not? I mean, you have been talking about that when we took the Ordinary Wizarding Levels," Ron suggested, aloud. Luna and Ginny agreed in unison and chatted on how nice Harry would be if he really does become an Auror. The conversation drifted off, Harry kept his head bowed low, a polite smile plastered on his face. Hermione noticed and frowned. She stood up abruptly, startling Ron. She picked up the thick book and pulled Harry wrist.

"C'mon, let's go, Harry," Hermione uttered softly under her breath. Ron started to blabber on his future career, like how was he going to be a professional Keeper for Chudley Cannons. Hermione gave a huff of annoyance.

"I am going to the library, I know you don't want to go, see you later!" Hermione snapped, her brown orbs narrowing. Ron simply ignored her as she dragged Harry out of the Great Hall. When she realized that Harry was following behind and they were out of the Great Hall she leaned on the wall and turned back to face Harry, who was looking at her worriedly.

"Hermione, are you feeling okay?" Harry questioned, clearly concerned about her. His green orbs were gazing at her intently and she could feel herself reddening. Dear, sweet Harry was such a nice guy. A soft gasp escaped her lips when she felt Harry cold palms on her forehead.

"Um, Harry?" She called, uncertainly.

"No… Hermione's not having a fever," Harry murmured to himself as he placed his other palm on his forehead, checking the temperature. Hermione smacked his hands down playfully and blushed softly.

"You're so silly, Harry!" She chided, gently. Harry was obviously clueless. He mouthed a soft, 'what?', his emerald orbs had a mixture of confusion. Hermione grinned.

That was her Harry, the cute, sweet little moron, not the Harry who kept a distance away from others. He was Harry, her best friend, Ron's best friend, Harry of the Golden Trio. When Hermione turned and walked away, to the lake, Harry followed behind, jogging to her pace.

"Hermione!" he called, "Are we still going to the library?"

University, Canteen
- Five years after

"Professor Granger!" One of her student called, snapping her back to reality. They reminded her that she was having a class in ten minutes time. Hermione smiled and nodded. She stood up and picked up her book, however, in the process, she knocked down the cup of coffee. It stained her white coat. Noticing that no one was around to notice that, she headed for the toilet, her pace quickened. Checking that no one was in the staff toilet, she took out a wooden stick, her wand, from her coat's pocket.

"Scourgify," she muttered, and the stain was removed. Sliding her wand back into the pocket, she picked up the book and headed for the classroom, two blocks away.

A/N: It's my first Harry Potter fanfiction, so, please be gentle. Thanks. Oh, this is a HHr Fanfiction. I am looking for a beta reader. If anyone's interested, please email me at Uenki.sama(at)gmail(dot)com.