Foreword
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"Diaspora" is a term used in Jewish history that describes the "scattering of the Jews", or the twelve tribes of Israel. This story takes place four years after graduation, and describes the scattering of a few friends and their coming back together...enjoy.
-Alicia
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DIASPORA
Chapter One
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She walks, with determination and grace, into the classroom where she teaches. Her commanding presence demands attention and expects politeness, and promptness. The students revere her, in a fashion. She is authoratative enough to be a teacher, yet down-to-earth enough to be a friend.
Indeed, the Professor of Charms, Hermione Granger, is an amazing young woman. The youngest teacher on staff, Professor Granger could be the object of ridicule from her fellow staff members. But that is not the case, unless you counted the occasional snide remark by Snape, the Professor of Potions, who still sometimes acted like Professor Granger was a student.
But, in any case, Hermione Granger is a professor now, with a class to teach and a lesson to present. She clears her throat.
"Good morning."
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After the lesson, Hermione didn't go down to eat in the Great Hall with the children. She made her way down the hall, to a small room where she slept. Entering, she locked and chained the door behind her. Then she sat down, and began to weep.
It was September 10th, 2001 - her 21st birthday. Four years ago, it had been a time of celebration. It was the last year of school. She'd hung around with her best friends Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Ginny Weasley all day. And then, that night, she and Harry had snuck off to Hogsmeade together to enjoy a warm butterbeer and a romantic walk in the silvery moonlight. That was really when they realized that it was more than a case of casual friendship between them. Their relationship had grown throughout the school year. And finally, on the night before graduation, he proposed. Then, in a romantic whirlwind, they'd hopped on a broom and flown to London to elope the same night. Very un-Hermioneish to do, but....she loved him. So very much. And Dumbledore thought it was hysterical that he'd get to read off "Hermione Anne Elizabeth Granger Potter" when she walked to him to accept her diploma. McGonagall's smile even twitched.
"I told you they'd be married, Minerva!" Dumbledore said excitedly when they told him the news.
Ron had been happy, too. At first, he was in disbelief - "I can't believe you didn't tell me about eloping, Harry! I knew you were going to propose, but -!" But he was laughing by the time they got to the part about trying to reserve rooms at the Leaky Cauldron at two in the morning in complete wedding attire.
They'd been so happy. But only minutes after Harry stepped off the graduation stage, the Ministry had sent for him, saying it was very urgent.
And Hermione, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Ron, or anyone else had not heard from him since.
Every thought possible had crossed Hermione's mind - Voldemort, faulty broom parts, high winds, lightening strike, and even aliens at one point. One thing was clear - she had to find something to focus on. And so when Professor Flitwick announced that he would be retiring, Professor Dumbledore asked Hermione to be the Charms teacher in his place.
Finally, she had a purpose to work towards, and something that would keep her mind off of the search for Harry. She finished all of the classes Hogwarts required for new professors with flying colors, and Dumbledore was pracitcally on his knees with the school governors to let her on. Needless to say, they let her.
So, Hermione's life changed. She assumed the Granger name again. She started to appear strong and collected in public. Yet on the inside, she still grieves. She grieves for the marriage she never had and for the lover she has lost.
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Chapter One, Part B
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She strides into the hall, her auburn-gold hair glistening like reddish colored gold. She is a small-framed young woman, dressed in a blazer and business slacks - a Muggle fashion she'd grown fond of. Slung over her shoulder is a black bag, in it all she needs for her job at The Daily Prophet - parchment, tape recorder, and quill.
It was just another day at the office for Ginny Weasley.
Ginny had graduated with top honors, which was expected - her being Head Girl and all. Her mother said that she made up for her older brother, Ron, who'd barely made it to graduation. Thinking about Ron always made her think about....
She sighed. She knew she should give up hope on finding Harry, but she wanted to so badly. Not necessarily for herself, but for his two broken-hearted best friends - Hermione and Ron. The two simply hadn't been the same since Harry had dissappeared. Ron's marriage to Lavender was on the rocks, and Hermione was described by her co-workers as severely depressed.
"G'morning, Deborah," said Ginny, greeting her secretary. "Is my assignment from Mr. Georgeson on my desk?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Thank you. Any appointments today?"
"None that I'm aware of."
"Okay, thanks." Ginny hung her cloak on the peg by her door, and then entered her office. She liked it because there was a huge window behind the desk that she could look out of and see all of Diagon Alley. Bookshelves lined one wall, and on the other there was pictures and certificates of her accomplishments. Two leather chairs were seated in front of her desk for meetings. And on that desk sat a huge stack of parchment.
"What in the world......?" Ginny mused aloud, picking up the top paper. It was an awfully big stack of references for an assignment. A note from Mr. Georgeson sat on top.
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Miss Weasley,
I would like you to do an article on the dissappearance of Harry Potter for the next edition of The Daily Prophet. The public's begun asking us questions, it's time for us to give them OUR explanation. Use whatever you have to in order to make it good - a tearful interview with his wife would be great, or maybe one with some of his friends, or Dumbledore - I don't care what you use, just make it a tearjerker.
-Alan Georgeson
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Ginny gritted her teeth at the man's ignorance. How could she get out of this assignment? She didn't want it. She wasn't the one to do this, she was sure. But Mr. Georgeson wasn't going to let her out of it, and so she commenced to write an article. Before she began, though, Ginny resolved that this article would contain nothing but the truth.
And that was the resolve she made for every article she wrote.
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Chapter One
Part C
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Ronald Weasley sat at his kitchen table, running his fingers through his hair. It was hopeless, all of it was. It would be impossible to keep up with the housepayment now that he'd lost his job at Flourish and Botts.
He never thought he'd work at a bookstore - he'd vowed never to be in a vocation that involved books - but it was a high-paying job and he wanted to be a good provider for Lavender. And surprisingly, he'd learned to love it. But that was before Flourish and Botts had to cut workforce in half because of losing half of their funds because of some lawsuit. Now he was out of a job.
"What am I going to do....?" he moaned, head in hands. He thought of his talents, and the only thing that came up was Quidditch, which wasn't going to help him much. The company was to pay him two weeks' salary, and then his money supply would be completely cut off.
He felt cool hands massaging his shoulders. "We'll be fine, Ron. We'll get by." Lavender bent down and kissed his cheek, and then left the room.
"We'll get by..." The words echoed in his head. He decided to pay a visit to the only person he felt could really help him.
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Author's Note:
Okay, so it sucks. I haven't written in months, okay? Of course it's going to be crappy for a while! If anyone actually likes this, please review and tell me so. I LIVE on reviews....
Love from Alicia Marie
Chapter Two - Dumbledore, and a reunion between friends
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"Diaspora" is a term used in Jewish history that describes the "scattering of the Jews", or the twelve tribes of Israel. This story takes place four years after graduation, and describes the scattering of a few friends and their coming back together...enjoy.
-Alicia
-
DIASPORA
Chapter One
-
She walks, with determination and grace, into the classroom where she teaches. Her commanding presence demands attention and expects politeness, and promptness. The students revere her, in a fashion. She is authoratative enough to be a teacher, yet down-to-earth enough to be a friend.
Indeed, the Professor of Charms, Hermione Granger, is an amazing young woman. The youngest teacher on staff, Professor Granger could be the object of ridicule from her fellow staff members. But that is not the case, unless you counted the occasional snide remark by Snape, the Professor of Potions, who still sometimes acted like Professor Granger was a student.
But, in any case, Hermione Granger is a professor now, with a class to teach and a lesson to present. She clears her throat.
"Good morning."
-
After the lesson, Hermione didn't go down to eat in the Great Hall with the children. She made her way down the hall, to a small room where she slept. Entering, she locked and chained the door behind her. Then she sat down, and began to weep.
It was September 10th, 2001 - her 21st birthday. Four years ago, it had been a time of celebration. It was the last year of school. She'd hung around with her best friends Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Ginny Weasley all day. And then, that night, she and Harry had snuck off to Hogsmeade together to enjoy a warm butterbeer and a romantic walk in the silvery moonlight. That was really when they realized that it was more than a case of casual friendship between them. Their relationship had grown throughout the school year. And finally, on the night before graduation, he proposed. Then, in a romantic whirlwind, they'd hopped on a broom and flown to London to elope the same night. Very un-Hermioneish to do, but....she loved him. So very much. And Dumbledore thought it was hysterical that he'd get to read off "Hermione Anne Elizabeth Granger Potter" when she walked to him to accept her diploma. McGonagall's smile even twitched.
"I told you they'd be married, Minerva!" Dumbledore said excitedly when they told him the news.
Ron had been happy, too. At first, he was in disbelief - "I can't believe you didn't tell me about eloping, Harry! I knew you were going to propose, but -!" But he was laughing by the time they got to the part about trying to reserve rooms at the Leaky Cauldron at two in the morning in complete wedding attire.
They'd been so happy. But only minutes after Harry stepped off the graduation stage, the Ministry had sent for him, saying it was very urgent.
And Hermione, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Ron, or anyone else had not heard from him since.
Every thought possible had crossed Hermione's mind - Voldemort, faulty broom parts, high winds, lightening strike, and even aliens at one point. One thing was clear - she had to find something to focus on. And so when Professor Flitwick announced that he would be retiring, Professor Dumbledore asked Hermione to be the Charms teacher in his place.
Finally, she had a purpose to work towards, and something that would keep her mind off of the search for Harry. She finished all of the classes Hogwarts required for new professors with flying colors, and Dumbledore was pracitcally on his knees with the school governors to let her on. Needless to say, they let her.
So, Hermione's life changed. She assumed the Granger name again. She started to appear strong and collected in public. Yet on the inside, she still grieves. She grieves for the marriage she never had and for the lover she has lost.
-----
Chapter One, Part B
---
She strides into the hall, her auburn-gold hair glistening like reddish colored gold. She is a small-framed young woman, dressed in a blazer and business slacks - a Muggle fashion she'd grown fond of. Slung over her shoulder is a black bag, in it all she needs for her job at The Daily Prophet - parchment, tape recorder, and quill.
It was just another day at the office for Ginny Weasley.
Ginny had graduated with top honors, which was expected - her being Head Girl and all. Her mother said that she made up for her older brother, Ron, who'd barely made it to graduation. Thinking about Ron always made her think about....
She sighed. She knew she should give up hope on finding Harry, but she wanted to so badly. Not necessarily for herself, but for his two broken-hearted best friends - Hermione and Ron. The two simply hadn't been the same since Harry had dissappeared. Ron's marriage to Lavender was on the rocks, and Hermione was described by her co-workers as severely depressed.
"G'morning, Deborah," said Ginny, greeting her secretary. "Is my assignment from Mr. Georgeson on my desk?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Thank you. Any appointments today?"
"None that I'm aware of."
"Okay, thanks." Ginny hung her cloak on the peg by her door, and then entered her office. She liked it because there was a huge window behind the desk that she could look out of and see all of Diagon Alley. Bookshelves lined one wall, and on the other there was pictures and certificates of her accomplishments. Two leather chairs were seated in front of her desk for meetings. And on that desk sat a huge stack of parchment.
"What in the world......?" Ginny mused aloud, picking up the top paper. It was an awfully big stack of references for an assignment. A note from Mr. Georgeson sat on top.
-
Miss Weasley,
I would like you to do an article on the dissappearance of Harry Potter for the next edition of The Daily Prophet. The public's begun asking us questions, it's time for us to give them OUR explanation. Use whatever you have to in order to make it good - a tearful interview with his wife would be great, or maybe one with some of his friends, or Dumbledore - I don't care what you use, just make it a tearjerker.
-Alan Georgeson
-
Ginny gritted her teeth at the man's ignorance. How could she get out of this assignment? She didn't want it. She wasn't the one to do this, she was sure. But Mr. Georgeson wasn't going to let her out of it, and so she commenced to write an article. Before she began, though, Ginny resolved that this article would contain nothing but the truth.
And that was the resolve she made for every article she wrote.
~
Chapter One
Part C
-
Ronald Weasley sat at his kitchen table, running his fingers through his hair. It was hopeless, all of it was. It would be impossible to keep up with the housepayment now that he'd lost his job at Flourish and Botts.
He never thought he'd work at a bookstore - he'd vowed never to be in a vocation that involved books - but it was a high-paying job and he wanted to be a good provider for Lavender. And surprisingly, he'd learned to love it. But that was before Flourish and Botts had to cut workforce in half because of losing half of their funds because of some lawsuit. Now he was out of a job.
"What am I going to do....?" he moaned, head in hands. He thought of his talents, and the only thing that came up was Quidditch, which wasn't going to help him much. The company was to pay him two weeks' salary, and then his money supply would be completely cut off.
He felt cool hands massaging his shoulders. "We'll be fine, Ron. We'll get by." Lavender bent down and kissed his cheek, and then left the room.
"We'll get by..." The words echoed in his head. He decided to pay a visit to the only person he felt could really help him.
-
Author's Note:
Okay, so it sucks. I haven't written in months, okay? Of course it's going to be crappy for a while! If anyone actually likes this, please review and tell me so. I LIVE on reviews....
Love from Alicia Marie
Chapter Two - Dumbledore, and a reunion between friends