Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling….. If I was , I would be running around waving a wand and acting like a crazy person… Wait! I do that anyway. Oh also I don't receive money for this or anything like that! . Yea… I don't know what to put on these things
Author note: I am new to writing fanfictions alone. I usually write rps with this girl and shes totally amazing and I love her dearly, but I decided to go solo for a story! I hope you guys like it!
She sighed as she closed her book "Hogwarts:A History" and sank into the plush couch that was in the old sitting room of her parents muggle home in London. Tomorrow was the day, the day she went back to Hogwarts for her final year. She was excited and nervous at the same time. After the war everything had changed. Once they won, yes they had won. She went to Australia to retrieve her parents but sadly they had rebuilt their lives after she had Oblivated them. They had just had a baby boy named Mark, and one on the way. She came in as a girl who had a car problem looking for a telephone to call for a repair man, when in reality once she was in the house and in the same room with them both she was going to give them back there memories. That's when she heard it. The crying of a baby, she asked who it belonged to and when she received an answer she had to hold back the tears. She couldn't do it now, she couldn't give them back their memories and ruin this image that they had of their lives. So after a fake phone call to the local car shop and a hug thanks that lasted longer than it should have she left without another word and never returned again.
That's why she was there in her old sitting room staring at the roaring fire. She had kept the house for when she would give back her parents memory in hopes everything would go back to the way it was, but it never did. She could sell the house once she left for Hogwarts and use the money for more books to add to her collection or she could just keep it in her vault, but she didn't like the thought of giving the house that she grew up in away or selling it, it just didn't feel right.
Sighing she tucked her book under her arm grabbed her hot chocolate from the side table beside the couch and traveled upstairs to her bedroom to get some sleep, she had to get up early in the morning so she didn't miss the train.
"It's going to happen soon." He thought to himself as he drank the rest of the amber firewhiskey in his hand. "She will be mine once again.I'll be able to wrap my arms around her once again,claim her as mine." He smirked "We shall meet again my princess."
Pushing her way through the busy crowd she made her way to the Hogwarts express on platform 9 ¾ . Climbing on the train she took the first empty compartment she found. After placing her belongings above her head in the luggage compartment she fell into the old train booth seat. As she looked out the window seeing the crowd of people, she thought about finding Ron and Harry but it seemed almost pointless. A few months after He who must not be named was killed by the three of them they soon found their separate ways, leaving Hermione alone. Harry went off with Ginny, Ron and Lavender now engaged, and Hermione had no one only the company of her books. Yes, books where nice, but she yearned for a human companion, someone she could have an intelligent conversation with and it not just be about Quiddish or some other sport if there was one, someone who had a dark, mysterious, and dangerous side but also could be sweet when they wanted to be. She shook her head trying to erase her image of the "Perfect guy" because honestly he was only found in the romance novels she read in her spare time. Hermione jumped back into reality when the train jerked in a forward motion and blew it's whistle, it was leaving. Looking out the window she felt a pang of sadness seeing all the parents waving their children goodbye and the children responding to their parents by yelling loving words out the windows back to them, she was about to turn away when something black caught her eye in the sea of bright robed witches and wizards.
"Professor?" She gasped as she saw her old potions professor standing in the crowd of parents with a smirk. The same professor who died the night they had killed Voldemort from a nasty snake bite that belonged to Nagini was standing on the platform 9 ¾ looking very much alive. She turned away to pull down the window to get a better look but once she had stuck her head out the window he had vanished and in the place where she thought she saw her old potions professor standing moments ago was a man in bright pink robes waving happily to his first year son while his other hand was wrapped around his wife's waist who was crying tears of joy about her son . She seemed so proud that he was now going to Hogwarts. While she tried to stop the tears from messing up her make up by wiping it off with a white handkerchief her husband bent down and kissed her forehead . Why had she not seen this before? Was her professor just a figment of her imagination? Or was he a ghost? Why not someone else? Why not her parents that she missed that had a family in Australia? Why him?
Her train of thought was killed yet again by another lurch of the train and the sound of the doors opening. "Hey Granger, McGonagall wants you." A cold voice said from the doorway.
"What does she want?" Hermione snapped as she turned to see Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway of the compartment with a smug grin on his face. After the war her and Draco had come to terms with each other. They agreed that the war had changed them for the better. After all the fighting they had become good friends, he still insulted her book warmish ways and she still called him a stuck up brat, but it was for all fun in games.
"Dunno." He shrugged sticking his hands in the air and walked off down the small pathway of the train with Crabbe and Goyle following behind him closely.
Quickly she got up from her seat and ran to the doorway sticking her head out the window she yelled "Well where is she?"
"Go find her. You're a know-it-all Gryffindor anyway aren't you? You should be able to find your kind easily!" He joked as he walked opened a door to a compartment four doors away and disappearing inside of it.
"I should have known never to ask help from a Slytherin." She sighed as she walked out the compartment and started to look for her Professor. "No good Slytherins." She mumbled and gave him the bird as she passed the compartment that she saw Malfoy disappear into.
He smirked, as he locked eyes with the young witch on the train. As she stared back in disbelief he chuckled, not one of those fake ones he used most of his life but a true laugh. He would give her time to think about what she saw. As she was pulling down her window he used this time to escape. He thought of his rooms in the dungeon of Hogwarts and with the familiar horrible pulling feeling of an Apperation and a pop he was in his dimly lit sitting room with a flick of the wrist a green fire began to roar in the fireplace bringing more light to the room. As he sat down on the black leather couch he pulled something out of his pocket and stared at it. The paper looked as if it had been through a lot. It had tears in the folds and looked as if it had been crumpled up many times. The writing was crisp and clean except for the few blotches that looked like whoever wrote the note cried while writing it and the tears mixed with the ink making a big ink spots. He reread the note, although he didn't have to. He knew that it said, he read it so many times he had memorized it without even trying. He could recite it any day of the week without a blink of an eye. It was his weakness and his power. It was the only thing that kept him moving on. It was his list from her.
YAY! The first chapter is done! I hope you guys liked it! :)
-Xahs
