Hey eveybody! it's been a while since i put anything up. I've never written a Harry Potter fanfiction for this site and i'm pretty rusty so sorry if it didn't turn out that great. this is going to be a dramione fanfiction later on but i need to do the setting first. i should be able to put the first couple of chapters up soon so don't lose hope. the first three will be up by tomorrow night... most likely. :) please review! i really appreciate it and i also appreciate helpful critisism. so if you have anything to say to help my writing please tell me thank you and enjoy! :)
Hermione Granger knocked sharply on the door to the headmistress's office at the top of the moving staircase hidden behind the gargoyle in Hogwarts. When no response could be heard from inside she slowly pushed the door open to reveal a snoring Professor McGonagall stretched out at an awkward angle in the large chair behind her desk with a smiling Professor Dumbledore in the large portrait behind her.
"Good-afternoon, Ms. Granger," Professor Dumbledore said kindly. Hermione entered the room hesitantly, taking in everything. It was so strange to be in the office and not see the beautiful phoenix that had once lived in the office with professor Dumledore.
Hermione smiled at the old Headmaster, "Good-afternoon, Professor. May I wake her up? It is very important." Hermione asked, gesturing at Professor McGonagall hopefully.
"Certainly, Ms. Granger," the portrait of Dumbledore replied pleasantly.
Hermione walked around the desk and hesitantly reached out and touched the Headmistress's shoulder. With a start Professor McGonagall awoke and fell from her chair onto the ground. Hermione jumped back in surprise and Dumbledore chuckled softly.
She shook her head quickly to clear it, leaving her glasses at an odd angle on the tip of her nose. Seemingly oblivious to Hermione, she patted at her robes as if wiping away invisible dust.
"Professor," Hermione queried gently.
The teacher's head snapped in Hermione's direction, the glasses still tilted to the side.
Her eyes widened as she took in Hermione. She hadn't seen the girl since she turned eighteen a few months ago. She straightened her glasses and tried to stand in the most dignified manner as possible, but failed when part of her robe became stuck under one of the legs on the chair and she fell to the floor again.
With a great deal of muttered curse words that left Hermione gaping open mouthed at the teacher, she finally pulled herself free and straightened up.
"What is it, Ms. Granger," McGonagall said in a tired tone as she slowly sat back down in the chair and gestured at the one across the desk for Hermione to sit.
"Well you see Professor. I was at the Weasley's house for dinner about a week ago for a special dinner to celebrate Mr. Weasley's promotion when Mrs. Weasley asked if I had gotten a job yet. You see I hadn't thought much about it. I was still in a daze because of everything that happened, with the defeat of Voldemort and all. It really made me think though. We never finished our last year a Hogwarts. We never even took our N.E.W.T.s! I don't know what we might have learned during that year but our N. E. W. T.s are critical to the rest of our lives! Harry, Ron and I weren't even here to try and Neville told me that all the students got to go home and celebrate the end of the war before the school year was finished! They never took their N.E.W.T.s either. I talked to some of our friends and they told me that we needed a complete 7th year if we ever wanted to get a proper job like working at the ministry or becoming a teacher." Hermione said, worry written all over her face. She took a deep breath about to dive back into the story but Professor McGonagall cut her off.
"Ms. Granger, I'm sure that with your record and all that you and your friends have done that you will be able to get perfectly respectable jobs working in the Ministry or where ever you would like. But that aside, I have no idea why you would come to me with your troubles. I don't know what I would be able to do to help," Professor McGonagall said anxiously. She knew exactly what Hermione had in mind and she didn't like it one bit.
"But your wrong Professor! I went to the Ministry and asked if I could have some transcripts so that I could look over which job I might want and they said no! I went to the Minister, Kinsley Shakelbolt, and he agreed with them. The same thing happened to Harry and Ron. We aren't even allowed to move on to our next classes which would teach us what we would need to know for our chosen careers. This is where you come in Professor," Hermione said with a happy smile, while inwardly McGonagall groaned. "Harry and I have decided that we want to come back to Hogwarts for our last year! With a little bit of prodding Ron agreed too. Would that be okay Professor?" Hermione said expectantly.
"Just the … three of you," the Headmistress asked hesitantly, Not willing to let go of her last hope so soon.
Hermione blushed and looked at her feet. "No professor. We talked to our friends who had been here for last year and they said that they hadn't learned much because of all the Deatheaters. They want to come back too along with all of the people who weren't purebloods and weren't able to come back last year. But also, we couldn't contact everyone from our year and we were hoping that… you could send out a letter to them all, inviting them back… for another year," she said softly, seeing they look on the Headmistress's face.
Professor McGonagall nearly fainted.
"All… of you? Back … Here…" the Headmistress stuttered.
'No chance were they all getting back in this castle. Not while she was in charge, they wouldn't be here. Hell no! She would rather marry a blast-ended-scruit!'
She opened her mouth to tell Hermione so but no sound came out. Instead a genial voice from behind her answered.
"That's a wonderful idea Ms. Granger! Of course they can all come back we shall start working on it immediately and we look forward to seeing you all back next year," the portrait of Dumbledore said, blue eyes twinkling.
"Thank-you very much Professor," Hermione said happily. She stood up quickly and ran out of the room before McGonagall could contradict him.
Professor McGonagall sat open mouth and unmoving before slowly turning her head to look at Dumbledore.
"What, in Merlin's name, did you just do," the Headmistress finally managed.
He merely smiled at her and yawned slightly. He closed his eyes and drifted off into his sleep looking very pleased with himself and with no doubt in his mind that the next year was going to be an interesting one.
ok so that's the first chapter. hope u liked it. again please review. i know that it's short but it's an introduction chapter. i'll try to put the next chapter up soon thankx! :)