Even Dreams Lie
Chapter One: New Beginnings
Hermione shivered involuntarily as the cold air pressed around her in Hogsmede. Thunder and Lightening shattered the air like knives and the rain fell from the sky fiercely like a thousand pins. With the Shrieking Shack at her back Hermione stood there numbly. Hogwarts was only a few minutes walk from here and she could feel the butterflies in her stomach turn to dragons. She couldn't believe it, after all these years she was finally returning to her school. She wondered who was going to be there as teachers, and who had retired.
After graduating from Wizards College, Hermione had gained an unsaitiable desire to see the world. She had visited Bill in Egypt recently and helped in the excavation of a newly found Egyptian tomb. Charlie had been more then glad to allow her to study dragons with him in Romania. A friend from college had taken her to Greece and Rome too see the ancient cities there.
That was where she had met Vince, and that was where she learned firsthand what love could feel like. Even more importantly, it was he who taught Hermione the sting of betrayal and the pain of loss. He had toyed with her heartstrings and tied them all up in knots. Leading her around and making her believe that she loved him and that he loved her too. Then when he asked her to make love to him, she had refused saying she wanted to wait he left her for another woman.
Unsatisfied with her life, Hermione wandered here and there not knowing what to do with herself. All she had was a single trunk in which she fit all of her belongings into by shrinking them. She had no home and went wherever the wind took her, acting on impulse, which was rather odd considering how she had lived her years at Hogwarts.
Her parents had died in the war against Voldemort, when they were trying to get her to become a Dark Wizard, hoping that they would be able to use her as a tool against Harry Potter. She hadn't kept in touch with her family since day she graduated 7 years ago. She had sold everything they owned and opened an account at Gringots with all of the money that she had inherited.
Now she was almost 25, or actually 26 because of the amount of time she had traveled while using the time turner in her 3rd year at Hogwarts. She had finally learned how to tame her frizzy hair that had become auburn with many hours in the sun. Hermione's skin was tanned from constantly being out in the sun. Her figure had filled out and she had become very beautiful, not that she realized it. She had all the right curves in all the right places. While visiting Charlie, he had convinced her to get her ears pierced, and she now wore hoops large enough to slide around her wrists in each ear.
Her clothes however were severely lacking in style, and were boring and business-like. Hermione liked them though; they suited her purpose and were very useful for what she needed tem for. They were functional and didn't ever get in her way. Her shoes were just as plain but they were comfortable. She didn't often wear robes anymore, finding muggle clothing to be much more suitable for her needs.
Sighing, she levitated her trunk and continued on her way. Professor Binns had finally decided that he no longer wanted to teach and had faded into the afterlife. She was going to be taking over his job as Professor of History of Magic. Dumbledore had owled her only a week ago giving her the direction she lacked in her life. She was so nervous.
She reached inside the hood of her coat and gently pet the head of her cat Fiona, a Siamese she had picked up on one of her travels after Crookshank's had died. The poor things was soaked despite the cloak, she had forgotten, once again, to put a water repelling spell on it. Well it was too late now, she decided. She was almost there.
Once inside the building she dried herself off with a simple flick of her wand and placed her trunk down in the corridor. Dumbledore would be in his office waiting for her, he knew that she was due to arrive this afternoon and she was right on time as usual. There were some habits she couldn't shake after all of these years. Hermione Granger was always on time.
Hermione was so lost in thought that she collided with a very warm, breathing somebody and with a startled cry she found herself falling backwards. Strong muscular arms pulled her close against the (man's?) form before she fell to the ground so hard that she had the wind knocked out of her.
"Who are you may I ask?" said a rough cold voice filled with spite.
"I'm the new History of Magic teacher" Hermione let out in a stutter. Looking up she saw Professor Snape. Great she thought, just what I need to do on my first day here. Ten points to me for collision with the Potions Master, she thought dryly.
"Indeed...the Headmaster told us that Binns finally decided to give up teaching, something about being tired of the students falling asleep in class. Albus never did get around to telling us who his replacement would be. Allow me to introduce myself," he said holding out his hand, "Serverus Snape, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor starting this year."
With a smirk she held out my hand, so he finally got the job eh? Wonder who the new Potions professor was going to be. "Granger, Hermione Granger. I'm glad you finally got the job Professor. You certainly deserve it after all these years."
Hermione could have gone into a fit of hysterics when she saw the look on his face. Pure shock. "I've got to be on my way though, Dumbledore is expecting me in his office. Good-day to you!"
When she was finally out of sight and his hearing range Hermione succumb to the desire and collapsed into a fit of giggles. Clearly he hadn't recognized her at all. This was going to be a good year. She was sure of it now. Confidant, Hermione walked through the hallways smiling. Everything was going to be just fine.
Chapter One: New Beginnings
Hermione shivered involuntarily as the cold air pressed around her in Hogsmede. Thunder and Lightening shattered the air like knives and the rain fell from the sky fiercely like a thousand pins. With the Shrieking Shack at her back Hermione stood there numbly. Hogwarts was only a few minutes walk from here and she could feel the butterflies in her stomach turn to dragons. She couldn't believe it, after all these years she was finally returning to her school. She wondered who was going to be there as teachers, and who had retired.
After graduating from Wizards College, Hermione had gained an unsaitiable desire to see the world. She had visited Bill in Egypt recently and helped in the excavation of a newly found Egyptian tomb. Charlie had been more then glad to allow her to study dragons with him in Romania. A friend from college had taken her to Greece and Rome too see the ancient cities there.
That was where she had met Vince, and that was where she learned firsthand what love could feel like. Even more importantly, it was he who taught Hermione the sting of betrayal and the pain of loss. He had toyed with her heartstrings and tied them all up in knots. Leading her around and making her believe that she loved him and that he loved her too. Then when he asked her to make love to him, she had refused saying she wanted to wait he left her for another woman.
Unsatisfied with her life, Hermione wandered here and there not knowing what to do with herself. All she had was a single trunk in which she fit all of her belongings into by shrinking them. She had no home and went wherever the wind took her, acting on impulse, which was rather odd considering how she had lived her years at Hogwarts.
Her parents had died in the war against Voldemort, when they were trying to get her to become a Dark Wizard, hoping that they would be able to use her as a tool against Harry Potter. She hadn't kept in touch with her family since day she graduated 7 years ago. She had sold everything they owned and opened an account at Gringots with all of the money that she had inherited.
Now she was almost 25, or actually 26 because of the amount of time she had traveled while using the time turner in her 3rd year at Hogwarts. She had finally learned how to tame her frizzy hair that had become auburn with many hours in the sun. Hermione's skin was tanned from constantly being out in the sun. Her figure had filled out and she had become very beautiful, not that she realized it. She had all the right curves in all the right places. While visiting Charlie, he had convinced her to get her ears pierced, and she now wore hoops large enough to slide around her wrists in each ear.
Her clothes however were severely lacking in style, and were boring and business-like. Hermione liked them though; they suited her purpose and were very useful for what she needed tem for. They were functional and didn't ever get in her way. Her shoes were just as plain but they were comfortable. She didn't often wear robes anymore, finding muggle clothing to be much more suitable for her needs.
Sighing, she levitated her trunk and continued on her way. Professor Binns had finally decided that he no longer wanted to teach and had faded into the afterlife. She was going to be taking over his job as Professor of History of Magic. Dumbledore had owled her only a week ago giving her the direction she lacked in her life. She was so nervous.
She reached inside the hood of her coat and gently pet the head of her cat Fiona, a Siamese she had picked up on one of her travels after Crookshank's had died. The poor things was soaked despite the cloak, she had forgotten, once again, to put a water repelling spell on it. Well it was too late now, she decided. She was almost there.
Once inside the building she dried herself off with a simple flick of her wand and placed her trunk down in the corridor. Dumbledore would be in his office waiting for her, he knew that she was due to arrive this afternoon and she was right on time as usual. There were some habits she couldn't shake after all of these years. Hermione Granger was always on time.
Hermione was so lost in thought that she collided with a very warm, breathing somebody and with a startled cry she found herself falling backwards. Strong muscular arms pulled her close against the (man's?) form before she fell to the ground so hard that she had the wind knocked out of her.
"Who are you may I ask?" said a rough cold voice filled with spite.
"I'm the new History of Magic teacher" Hermione let out in a stutter. Looking up she saw Professor Snape. Great she thought, just what I need to do on my first day here. Ten points to me for collision with the Potions Master, she thought dryly.
"Indeed...the Headmaster told us that Binns finally decided to give up teaching, something about being tired of the students falling asleep in class. Albus never did get around to telling us who his replacement would be. Allow me to introduce myself," he said holding out his hand, "Serverus Snape, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor starting this year."
With a smirk she held out my hand, so he finally got the job eh? Wonder who the new Potions professor was going to be. "Granger, Hermione Granger. I'm glad you finally got the job Professor. You certainly deserve it after all these years."
Hermione could have gone into a fit of hysterics when she saw the look on his face. Pure shock. "I've got to be on my way though, Dumbledore is expecting me in his office. Good-day to you!"
When she was finally out of sight and his hearing range Hermione succumb to the desire and collapsed into a fit of giggles. Clearly he hadn't recognized her at all. This was going to be a good year. She was sure of it now. Confidant, Hermione walked through the hallways smiling. Everything was going to be just fine.