SUMMARY: When Hermione goes abroad she discovers a whole new face to the world of magic and is thrown into the chaos of a war that has been raging, albeit silently, for ages. On one end stand they who live to merely continue and on the other end stands the whole world. Severus Snape X Hermione Granger.
ERA: Call it AU, I'm completely ignoring Dumbledore's demise and that of Sirius and Lupin as well… Forget every book after HP and the goblet of fire, this fic was inspired by one of the greatest fan fictions I have ever read, go try it!
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AUTHOR's NOTE: So, like I said above I got this idea while reading one of the greatest fics I've ever read ( http :// www. witchfics. org/ anna/ romanholiday/ index. Html don't forget to take away the spaces) oh and I hope to update this one regularly though I really make no promises, my other fic (which I sort of lost inspiration for) isn't going to get updated anytime soon, one can only hope of course. Well, anyways, I've got a good feeling for this story so I'm going to try my best… this is just a small introduction though so don't expect much of it it's just well, just that a small introduction, not even worth the term 'prologue' it's way too short for that…
Oh, right, I haven't quite decided what the rating is going to be… Could be M could be something else…
The small 'introduction' not worth term of prologue.
« I wonder what Hermione's doing… » Ron said, while staring absentmindedly into the fire, a not even half finished essay in front of him, all but forgotten.
« Wait 'till Christmas and we'll know. » Came Harry Potters reply he was still scribbling away on a piece of parchment, checking his a leather bounded book every now and then again.
« I wish she was here. » The redheaded boy sighed wistfully and Harry looked up from his essay with his eyebrows slightly raised. « She'd know the why, where and when of Ashwinger eggs. » Harry picked up the book again then dropped it on the table, sighing.
« Yeah, » he agreed, heaving another sigh « she'd know alright… »
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« You're going to… What? » Minerva McGonagall broke the stunned silence and stared at him, her voice was slightly higher pitched than usual. He couldn't help but be a little annoyed, they were all staring at him.
« I'm taking time off… » he repeated again. Even Albus Dumbledore, for maybe the first time, looked baffled. Inwardly he sighed and rolled his eyes « I've already found someone to take over my classes while I'm gone and if my I'm correct, Albus, you owe me… » he paused for a moment « three years worth of holidays, give or take. » most of the professors in the room were still too shocked to say anything.
« But it's in the middle of the school year! » McGonagall protested, he raised his eyebrows « It's September, Minerva, September. Besides my replacement will arrive tomorrow. » his black eyed gaze swept over the gathered personnel. Dumbledore cleared his throat, he had an inkling his friend wasn't going to take no for an answer this time, no his mind was made up alright. « When can we expect you back then? »
« Ah, I don't know, could be a year or more, » he shrugged and then inwardly he smiled as the shock on the faces of his colleagues increased.
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« Are you sure? » he asked dropping a freshly baked omelette and some bacons on her plate « I mean… » he trailed of as he turned back to the little kitchenette, turned off the hotplate and placed his frying pan in the sink before joining her. She made a small 'hmn-ing' noise before digging in and eating as fast as she could. He gave her a disapproving glance before sighing. « I mean, it's teaching, you sure you want that? I know you like kids and all but… » he sighed again and shook his head, they'd been over the same conversation who knows how many times now and he guessed he should just give up.
When she had cleaned her plate with some bread she gave a content sigh and got up, smiling. « Don't worry so much about me, Anwar I'll be fine. » he gave another deep sigh « If you say so… »
« Well, I'm off then, don't want too be late. »
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AUTHOR's NOTE: Well, that's the short thingy… : ) I hope I haven't scared any of my possible readers because this tiny thing is so short and awfully written but anyway. Gosh, I'm spending more time on my bloody summary than actually writing this crappy thing… In my other fic I said review were appreciated but not really necessary (well, not like I can force you or anything…) though I am sort of really, really hoping you're going to review… It just gives me a boost to write. Right… Well, see ya!