Title: Save Me
Summary: Oliver needs help. Who better to ask than the once smartest witch? Futurefic.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, just the plot and any characters that you don't recognise.
A/N: Is Oliver/Hermione a strange couple? Probably is...but I love Oliver! He's so cute!
It was not that Hermione Granger needed saving. Oh no. She was quite capable of handling everything herself thank you very much. It didn't matter that her mother had forbidden her to ever do magic again, and it also didn't matter that now she was a plain dentist like everyone in her family had been for centuries. She didn't care about the fact that she no longer saw any of her wizard friends, and that she was alone in life, without anyone to hold on to when she laid awake those many nights, that wasn't even important.
She was happy, or at least that's what she pretended to be. Nobody knew that when she was alone at night she practised spells, simple ones, scared to death that someday she would wake up as a muggle. Nobody saw how she was wasting away, her once bright and shiny eyes now dull and lifeless. They all thought she was happy being who she was. The people that hadn't known she was a witch in the first place thought that although she was strange she became more like her mother everyday. Her mother was happy that Hermione seemed to adjust so well to being a normal person again.
Sitting in the livingroom of her mother's house she once again wondered what life would have been like if her father had still been with them. If only he hadn't been murdered by wizards, maybe then she could have stayed who she was destined to be: a witch. A Hogwarts teacher perhaps. Friends with Harry and Ron and all those other people whose faces she had already started to forget. Lavender Brown, once one of her friends. Parvati and Padma Patil. Ginny Weasley.
Her eyes travelled to the wall, where all sorts of static pictures hung. Not even one of them was smiling and waving like a lunatic. All the pictures from her Hogwarts friends had been removed, and they were only remembered by a faded spot on the wallpaper. She bit her lip upon seeing a picture of her father. It had been taken mere days before his murder. Before everything changed and her mother, who had once been proud of her being a witch, now looked at her with discontent. Like it was her fault! She wanted her father back just as much her mother did!
But it was her fault. She couldn't deny that, even though she tried to reason it away, it was always there. If she had been a normal girl, her father would have lived. If she hadn't befriended Harry and Ron, the death-eaters would never have tried to hurt her. If she hadn't fought in the battle, exposing herself to them, making them see how strong she was, they wouldn't have killed her father to get to her.
Yet they had. And what they had foreseen had happened. Her mother had broken her wand, burnt all the magicbooks she could find, and had forbidden Hermione to ever see her freaky friends again. Hermione, who had been in sixth year, had been shipped off to a normal school, to graduate like a normal girl. Too hurt by everything that had been happening recently, she had, and had become a dentist like her mother had always wanted her to be.
At age 24, eight years after her fathers untimely death, Hermione was everything she didn't want to be. She was living at home with her mother who tried desperately to control her, even though she had been trying to become the perfect daughter. She didn't know anything about the wizarding world, not even if Voldemort had been defeated.
Little did she know, people in the wizarding world still talked about her. They didn't know what happened. They didn't need to. All they knew was that before Hermione had vanished she had been the most powerful witch in a long time. And they needed someone like that.
As the doorbell rung she got up slowly, not wanting to face reality for as long as she could. Sitting in her chair, staring at the fire, she could almost imagine being back at Hogwarts again. But she wasn't. She would never be. She would become a normal girl, with a normal job and hopefully normal kids because if she didn't she would always know her mother didn't quite love her as much as she would have done.
The doorbell rung again.
"Yeah I'm coming"
She mumbled something to herself that sounded like why can't I ever get a nice day off without people annoying me all the time. Wish I could cast a silencing spell so I would be in peace and quiet and walked towards the door, determined to get rid of whoever was standing in front of the door as soon as possible.
"Hey Hermione"
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A/N: Okay I know it is extremely nasty to leave you with such a cliffhanger but I think you should be able to figure out who's standing in front of the door. Plus I apologize for this chapter being short and probably sucky, but I'm trying to get things started up. Next chapter will hopefully be better.