Disclaimer- Harry Potter and all related characters and places are the works of J.K. Rowling. Full credit to Bob Marley for the quote, "Open your eyes. Look within, are you satisfied with your life?" The plot, however, is my creation and I take full responsibility for it. Emmartia Elmhurst and Emmet Elmhurst are also created by me. Any resemblance to anyone living and or dead is PURELY copying and or plagiarism will not be appreciated. THIS GOES FOR EVERY WORD & CHAPTER OF THIS STORY.
Chapter 1. ARE YOU SATISFIED?
"Open your eyes look within. Look within are you satisfied with your life?"
© Know-it-all13, Quote by Bob Marley
No, Hermione Durre Granger was not satisfied with her life. As she looked at the vacant mirror, she felt empty, unbelievably empty.
It was as if yesterday when Hermione stepped out of the Hogwarts train, with wild bushy hair, and bright, enthusiastic eyes set ahead for a career.
But, the formal Gryffindor was alone, inside and out. The spark, which many say gave Hermione her character was replaced by a dull blanket of exhaustion and sadness.
Sighing, she gave her hair one last mighty tug before tying it in a loose bun. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time. Same old bushy hair, brown eyes. She did not expect a miracle neither did she sense acceptance.
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Hermione Granger's office was small and blank. It was neat, yes, very neat. Stacks of paper were arranged alphabetically on yellow, paper folders at crates under her desk. The top held a muggle photo of her late parents-Iliana and Alexander Granger-and a picture of her, Ginny, and Harry along with baby James and Lily. Books piled up on the side of the oak wood that touched the wall-a bit about Wizarding law, some explaining Muggle revolts, and 3 or 4 paperbacks of Shakespeare, for guilty pleasure.
But it seemed so extraordinarily like and unlike Hermione Granger's office. She frowned at the thought, it was too ordinary and expected, not mysterious.
Yet, the brunette had gotten accustomed to it. Over three years of working as the secretary of the Head of Magical Regulation, she had grown on the little room in the back of the secluded hallway which no one seems to bother to enter.
But, she would no longer be here, she mused, because of her new promotion. A promotion was a pleasing event and this was her first one but, she had immediate distaste for it.
No matter how old her boss was, or how her colleagues would give her looks of pity, she loved her job~~~ it was the only thing that reminded her of the real Hermione Granger. Not someone who turned out to be a mistake and a failure.
Sighing, she began to shrink her belongings and put them on the muggle cardboard box. Her new job required her to transfer to the Ministry of Violations and or Criminals, a new sector created by Shacklebolt. She was going to be a teacher there, making a group of rag-tag ex-death eaters knowledgeable of the muggle world and transforming their mind to a non-prejudice world.
But, to Shacklebolt, the perfect teacher was Hermione Granger, top-scores, knew half of the death eaters, and knew about muggles rather than anyone else available. But, they had dismissed the fact the she was a muggleborn and no matter how she tried, she could not fit in between purebloods let alone the people who tortured her.
Yet, she had to accept, or more like forced to. As much as she hated to refuse, money did not come magically. She had bought her three bedroom apartment with all of her life's saving, 10,000 galleons. But, mortgage did not feed itself and so, ½ of her 800 galleon salary went behind mortgage
But this job meant more money, and as much as she hated to admit, more money meant good. It payed 2400 galleons, three times her old payment, and after a crazy, mental argument with her brain, Hermione Granger had agreed to teach death eater.
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"I can not back down now," Hermione assured her self for the last of the millionth time. "Think about the money."
As she followed Shacklebolt through the grim hallway, her heart started to race and drops of perspiration dripped slowly down her neck.
She was teaching a group of 8 death eaters, around her age or younger. Her eyes moved down the attendance sheet in her hands.
Pansy P. Parkinson
Blaise Zabini
"Nothing I can't handle," she whispered slowly to herself.
Theodore Nott
Vittoria Wilkinson
Daphne Greengrass
Emmartia Elmhurst
Emmet Elmhurst
She never heard of these names. Hermione's breath stopped at the last name.
Draco L. Malfoy.
Her eyes were heavy and she felt faint. No, no, no. She could not be within 10 feet radius near Malfoy, not after what happened at the manor 3 years ago. She still had the scars.
Harry had told her that she should be proud to be a mudblood and the scar, it showed her heritage. But that was under a different circumstance, before she knew she had to teach Malfoy.
Shacklebolt abruptly stopped, causing Hermione to crash into him. The new minister of magic helped her up and handed her a small remote control device and a laptop. Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"We installed muggle devices in this room only," he answered sheepishly. "So, they can fit in and you can teach."
She nodded, not understanding why Shacklebolt, out of all the people would want death eater to "fit in." Her hands reached the door knob but, he beat her to it.
"Listen," he looked anywhere but her eyes. "I know this is hard for you but, just try to deal with it."
Hermione gave him a courteous nod before swinging the door open and meeting the eyes of her students.
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Draco Malfoy stared at the sight in front of him. There stood Granger, in her oversized muggle sweater and black tights with a couple of books and a shiny silver thing on her hand. This was the new teacher?
"How they mock us," Draco thought. "Using a mudblood as our teacher? All though I couldn't have expected anything less from the ministry."
Hermione walked to the oak desk in front of the class and settled the books down.
"Relax Hermione," she told herself one last time. "No one's going to bite."
She turned around and faced her students and Malfoy.
"Some of you may know me and some may not. I am Hermione Granger, I am 21 years old and I will be your teacher." She was surprised by the authority in her tone. "I don't expect you to like me. No, I know that most of you hate me and are plotting my death menacingly in your head right now." She eyes Malfoy. "But, I will tell you this, if you don't tolerate me or respect me, I will make sure that you get punished. The rules of this class are simple, you tolerate and respect me and I will do the same for each and every single of you. Any question?"
Hermione bobbed her head and tried to looked around for volunteers. "None? Good."
She connected the laptop to the projector and began to type. "We will begin by introducing by ourselves. State your name, age, birthday, favorite color, hobby, and your country or place of origin. We'll start with the left side of our class and move on the right."
Parkinson stood up first and smiled proudly. "My name is Pansy Phlea Parkinson. I am 22 years old, my birthday is in July 17. My favorite color is silver, I love to hang out with my friends." She eyes Zabini who smirked. "My family originated originally in Scotland but, we moved here in the 1500s." Yup, still pug faced.
Zabini went next. "The names Blaise Zabini. Not Bambini or Bambi." He looked at Draco. "Age is 21, birthday in
October 22. Love the color brown, hobby's testing out hexes on Draco. Originally from Rwanda."
He was straight forward, Hermione noted, a good thing.
The rest of the group introduced themselves and only three people were left.
A muscular boy with jet black hair and blue eyes stood up, smirking. "I am Emmet Elmhurst. My birthday is on December 26. Favorite color-black. Love to beat anyone who calls me Emmie-bear or flirts with my sister." He glared at Malfoy. "Originally from France."
"Oh merlin!" Hermione thought. "It's the first day of class and Malfoy's already causing trouble."
The next girl, Emmartia, went next. "My name's Emmartia Elmhurst, nick name's Emma. Birthday is on December 30th, age 21. Favorite color- Emerald. I love reading and my family's from France."
Hermione sighed. These people were typical purebloods with ancient history and riches and prejudice.
A voice interrupted her.
"Malfoy, My name is Draco Malfoy. I am 22, birthday on June 15, 2013. Favorite color's black, I love to taunt people and I'm from England. And I think a mudblood shouldn't teach us."
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