OK, so here's the deal. I am writing this using a set of 100 prompts, each of which are going to be the chapter titles. I am also going to use the same list for a Dragonlance fanfiction to see where they both go. An ambitious project perhaps but I want to give it a try. Each chapter will be approx. 500 words unless the story (or reviewers) demand they be longer. I hope you enjoy reading them!
Lu.
This had not been Hermione's idea of a good time. Her appointment at the Auror office had been swift and without question. She was a hero after all and they knew what she was capable of. With her head held high, she had walked into the office after her summons, knowing they were going to have some sort of special assignment for her. Likely she was going to be put in the field to try and track down some of the missing Death Eaters. Sort of like cleaning up after the party, she'd been prepared for all of that. Mentally and physically at least.
What she had not expected was to be assigned to someone else. As a sort of apprentice. She had not expected to be told that she was going undercover with her mentor and that the war they had fought was far from over. Sitting at her desk, she starred down at the letter that explained all this. They hadn't even had the guts to tell her in person, instead sending a note merely to inform her of this.
They'd been bloody crafty as well! The deadline for complaints and other issues had been the day before, the day they had sent the letter. To complain now would make her look tardy and that would tarnish her reputation. One that she had worked hard to keep while she had been at Hogwarts, she would be damned if that was going to change now!
As she made her way to the central office, she tried to swallow her ire. She hoped that her mentor would be someone she would be able to relate to. Someone who would teach her something decent at least, perhaps someone like Remus, or Moody, they would be great to work alongside and she knew she would learn a lot from them. In fact, the idea was warming in her mind as she walked along the corridor. By the time she reached the door, her smile was back in place and she was sure this was going to be a good thing.
All her cheer drained from her when she opened the door and stepped inside. Sat in the chair on the other side of the desk was her erstwhile professor. The lank, black hair of Severus Snape had not changed; neither had the hooked nose or the intense glare of derision either. Nor had the way her stomach clenched as he gazed at her, "Believe me Granger, I am about as happy with this as you are," he said. The colour drained from her face and she shook her head swiftly.
"I don't suppose there is any changing it?" she asked.
"None. I already tried," he drawled. Great. So he had that much confidence in her he'd already tried to get rid of her. She glanced down at her hands and let her shoulders sag.
"I suppose we're in for a long few months then," she muttered.
"I suppose I am," he replied. She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, so much for having a great time learning. She guessed there was nothing left to do but suck it up and get on with it!