AN: Hey all! This is my first actual story on here. It is based off my real life teacher who scarily reminds me of Hermione. Hope you like it and this will be Harry/Hermione. Other Pairings, any suggestions?

"Hello Everyone! I am Ms. Green. I'll be your reading teacher this year." I smiled at the young woman who came in the door. She looked in about her twenties. Her hair was put in a bun at the nape of her neck, and was brown. She wore a brown dressy top, and black pants. On her feet were 4 inch heels, which made her stand at about 5' 9".

"For starters I'll tell you about my room, that I had a joy decorating because this is my first official class room. Over here I'll have extra credit posted and here I'll have no namers that people turned in. I have a good section of books if you want to borrow one during class just let me know. Here I have my favorites, and I will admit I'm a Harry Potter junkie. I've even got the little Hogwart's Express bookends, and I've been to Kings Cross," Everyone in the class looked at me when she mentioned Harry Potter. I loved Harry Potter and knew just about everything about it.

A girl next to me looked rolled her eyes and muttered, "Great another weirdo."

I ignored her and listened as Ms. Green introduced herself futher,.

"I am 32 years old. I went to colledge out of state and graduated in 1999. I moved to this city just this summer." I was born in 1999, so hearing the year I kinda perked up. I was moved up a year in school, so I was a year younger than everyone else being 13 in high school.

"I've got a game to introduce everyone. It's called to truths and a lie. Take out a piece of paper and write on it two things that are true about you and one thing that is a lie. Then you'll read them outloud, and I'll guess which is a lie." We all did as told.

"Okay mine is that I lived in England, I love oranges, and that I've run cross country" She had us take a vote of whih we thought was true. Her living in England won. "Actually I have lived in England, for a few months during colledge. I hate oranges though." I really hated oranges too. They were horrid.

Soon it came to my turn to read it.

"One: I can read one hundred pages every thirty minutes, two: I have read each Harry Potter book three times in the last year, and three: I love the color yellow." Ms. Green looked at me curiously.

"I think you... can't read one hundred pages every thirty minutes. That's near imposible!"

"Actually my lie was that I love that color yellow. When I'm not interrupted I can read that fast easily." I glowed with pride at my reading abilities. She smiled and moved on to the rest of the class.

I think I'll like this teacher. Little did I know that she not like my other teachers.

~~~**FOUR MONTHS LATER**~~~

"Hello class. Take out your homework from last night." Ms. Green greeted us as we sat down for class.

"Morning Ms. Green," I smiled at her as I got my homework out.

"Teachers pet," a kid behind me said through a cough.

"So?" I asked him glaring.

I'd put up with this for four months now. The honorary 'Teacher's Pet' because I was the only one who liked Ms. Green. Sure she gave a lot of homework and was a little weird, but she reminded me of myself.

"Do you wear your hair up everyday?" A girl asked Ms. Green.

"Mostly. It's very frizzy." she told her.

The girl behind me in class laughed, "Trying to be Ms. Green by wearing your hair in a bun everyday too?"

"No, it's just easier," I told her glaring.

I went through the class getting a headacke from my classmate, and finally we had silent work time at the end. I sat reading the first Harry Potter book, but the British verson that Ms. Green had borrowed me. The bell rang and I looked to Ms. Green, "I got to The Mirror of Erised," I told her pronouncing Erised as E rised

"It's Erised," She pronounced it Air ra said.

"Oh really. Well I learned something today!" I smiled and walked out of the room I noticed I forgot my reading notebook, and went back to get it and Ms. Green was on the phone, her back to the door. Her voice had a British accent that she never spoke in during class.

"Lun- I know I should come back... Yeah I miss you guys too... Well if he wasn't such a- I finally found her. Don't you dare tell him! I can't just call him up! It's been 13 years! Bye... I'll tell her soon.." I ran out of the room with my notebook in hand, hoping I wasn't caught. I wonder what that conversation was about?

I got home that day and ran to my room before my dad saw me home. My dad had gone for it since my mom died. He was very tempermental, and when he got mad he'd rant on about how I wasn't his kid (which I found out after my mom died), and sometimes I was on the end of his anger. He never abused me physically, but he took his enjoyment in insulting me.

One thing you should know is that ever since I turner thirteen I took summer school. Not normal summer school, but Wizard summer school. It was weird finding out that Harry Potter was real... Oddly enough, there was a school for wizardry in the town I lived in. I lived out in the country, and if I rode my bike down the street for ten minutes, I wouls come to a street that no muggles could see. I'd ride my bike down the street for ten more minutes, and there was a small wizarding place, like Diagon Alley. It was called Merlin's Street. There was a book store there, a robes place, a wand crafter's, a small dinner, a candy place, a small bank, and finally Merlin's Acadamy for Gifted, a School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The reason the age for it was thirteen was because instead of high school you could go there for schooling. My dad wanted me to go to a normal school, much to my dismay, and I only went to Merlin's during the summer, but I'd go there till I was 18. Besides that, I had been given extra books to practice in and to teach myself kind of.

I spent my night in my room, doing homework and than after that practicing my magic. In the town I lived in you could do magic at home and at Merlin's.

I levitated a few things around my room, and cleaned it as I went. My dad came in and saw me practicing.

"I told you to not do that stuff in my house! Go to bed now. No supper." I put my wand away and crawled in bed, quickly falling asleep.

"Dang it..." I muttered as I noticed I had no money for lunch the next day. I sat down at a table by myself and took out Harry Potter and the Philosipher's Stone. My stomach grumbled and I ignored it.

"No lunch today Lily?" Ms. Green asked, sitting next to me.

I sook my head, looking at her.

"Here have some," She pushed her tray towards me.

"No really it's fine," I told her.

"Take this at least," She put a green apple in front of me.

I took a bit out of the apple and chewed it. It tasted amazing. I smiled at Ms. Green,thanked her, and ate the rest of the apple.

"So Lily, how are your classes coming?"

"They're alright. All of them are pretty easy." I told her honestly.

"How come your not sitting with anyone else?" She asked me furrowing her eyebrows.

"It's complicated."

"I have time."

"I'm not exactly... Liked by all... I uh... am a bit different than everyone else. I readto much, I don't find every guy at this school cute, I'm a geneous freak because I've been moved up." For some reason I felt I could open up to her.

"I was that way at school too. More of a bookworm than anything. Stuck out quite a bit. Well I have to go to class. I'll see you in an hour for reading." She stood up and dumped her tray, and walked out of the cafeteria.

On the table sat her phone. She forgot it. I picked it up, planning on giving it to her, and there was a message. I looked at the messgae that showed up on the screen.

Hermione. It's Luna. U really need to tell Harry about Lily. He may just end up finding another girl but he'll only be happy with you. Please do it! 4 me and the nargles infesting his head! &4 Lily, she deserves happiness too! Maybe with her real parents?

Hermione? Luna? Harry? And what did I have to do with this? Suddenly it came to me. I wasn't my dad's real daughter, and I knew that. Ms. Green was so much like Hermione in Harry Potter... And Luna! And Harry... and... Holy Merlin...