Hermione was happily teaching transfiguration in a small boarding school that had obviously been based on Hogwarts. They had the four houses, the classes ran the same, they even had a dark brooding potions master, he was no Snape though. Hermione grinned to herself, few were. She never got over her crush, but then again she had never gotten over her crush on Harry either. Something about those men with black hair and secrets. She and Harry were still friends, he had surprised everyone and not gone out for quidditch, or become an auror, he didn't even work for the ministry. He had become a medi-wizard and worked in Kiddit, the town close to Halliburton, Hermione's school. He was the Medi-wizard for the school as well. The school was too small and couldn't afford an on-staff medi-wizard so Harry apparated in when he was needed. He was quite good, at least in Hermione's opinion. She would never go after Harry, he had made his lifestyle decision, and she was his best friend. Ron had run screaming when he found out the great Potter Secret. Hermione was just slightly heart broken, but she would never not be his friend for his taste in companions. 'I wonder if Snape is gay? That would just round out my life wouldn't it. Every guy I had ever had a crush on turns out to be gay. Just my luck.' The new school year was starting and her first class of the day were third year students, she new most of them, every year they would have a few new ones though. They seemed to be the school that most students had as a last resort. They would go through every other school, getting kicked out or leaving for one reason or another, and eventually they would end up at Halliburton. So Hermione knew that she would have some new ones to whip into shape. She had become Mcgonagall. The super strict teacher that no one dared cross, not even here at the misfit school. The academics of the school had much to be desired but they had a hell of a quidditch team. As good as gryffindor was, they wouldn't have lasted five minutes with Halliburton. They really didn't play a lot of intra- house matches, but they kicked butt every year against other schools. Unfortunately they had never gotten to play Hogwarts, it seemed Dumbledore was fine with keeping it in Hogwarts. Hermione had been forced into caring about the team, now she actually enjoyed going to games, not to mention the away games were the only time that she got out of the school. Harry had offered to coach in the afternoons until he saw the players, even the 13 year olds were a foot taller than him, and he was no shorty. Why did it seem the big kids were always the problem kids. They were all afraid of "Danger Granger", a nick-name she earned when she decked the charms teacher for insulting Harry. She was conservative and patient, understanding and compassionate, but she had a temper that could rival the Irish quidditch team beaters.
Hermione looked up at the clock, it read; time for next class. She finished preparing, walked to her door and stepped into the hallway. This was not a magic realm thing to do but she remembered her teachers from the muggle realm doing it and it had always made her feel good, so she carried it over into the wizarding world. A number of other teachers had picked it up and it cut down on the noise in the hall. She saw all the familiar faces, some said hi, some even came in for a hug. She was use to this, all though she was strict, she liked to have fun. The kids knew she cared about them. The last of the people dragging into class were the new students. They always had the same looks on their faces, bewilderment, shame or smug cockiness, but not the good kind. Not the good I know everything cockiness. 'Not the Gryffindor-Miss-know-it-all attitude.' Hermione smiled to herself. Snape never had let that go. She continually raised her hand in his class just to annoy him. Hermione had her mean streak, she just didn't let a lot of people see it. Then in the back of the line came a familiar face, not someone she knew, just a familiar face, with a very familiar holier-than thou look. She stared at the boy and he stared right back. She couldn't place it but she was sure she knew him, or at least the person he looked like.
She went to her desk, "Who has the attendance sheet from the office?" A young girl with her hair in braids and wearing mostly muggle clothes stood up.
"I have it Ms. Granger. Professor Price asked me to bring it to you."
"Thank you Ashea. Now I would like to begin by calling role, This will be the only day I do this, from now on it will be done magically, but I like to do it on the first day to help me get to know you. So lets start." Hermione began calling the names out and each student stood said hello and told something about themselves. This was the traditional way to begin class in Hermione's room. She had done this for a great many years. After everyone was done they would have a contest to see who could remember the most, Hermione even participated. The most anyone had ever remembered was ten. She was listening intently, convinced she could break the record when she came to a name that made her forget all the other names. "Samuel Snape?!" She looked over at the familiar face realizing why it was so familiar and dropped her jaw when he spoke. The same liquid barbed-wire voice came out that she had dreamed about for so many years and it said,
"I am Samuel Snape and my father taught Ms. Granger."