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After ten minutes of teachers just 'dropping in' to meet the new teacher, and students looking terribly broken-hearted that they would now have a real teacher again, the bell finally rang for the first class of the day to start.

Hermione had barely been at the school for ten minutes and she'd already met probably half the staff. The one that stuck out the most in her memory was Coach Flynn, the man they'd had teaching Art classes before she'd arrived.

He was one of the P.E. coaches and Hermione wasn't fond of him in the slightest. He obviously hadn't wanted to teach art, but he had the most free spaces on his schedule during the day, so the school had put him in the role of art teacher. He'd only come by to thank her for rescuing from the 'crazy little nerds who'd rather be cooped up inside than outside playing a sport.'

From what Hermione could tell, he wasn't much of a people person and he had no love of the arts.

"Good morning, class. Welcome to Art 1. I'm Ms. Granger and I'll be teaching you from now on. How about you all tell me your names before we do anything else?"

The students were mostly freshmen and all of them were curious about the new teacher. Most of the class period was spent with her telling a bit about herself; where she was from (as if that wasn't obvious from her accent), how old she was (Hermione barely caught herself in time to respond '24'), and had she done all those pictures on the wall behind her desk? What were they?

Hermione had come into the school the previous Friday in order to add a little bit of her personal touch to the classroom. A few pictures she'd done and enjoyed seeing, but they weren't exactly her favorites that she would miss having around the house, were hanging on the wall behind her desk.

In the center was a charcoal of Draco Malfoy, who had surprisingly become a good friend after he was attacked by a werewolf and Harry and Hermione volunteered to keep him company during the full moon in their animagus forms. The charcoal was of Draco on the night of his first transformation; he was standing in a window of the Shrieking Shack as the moon rose just as the first of the transformation hit him. He'd slammed a fist into the window so hard that glass shards were flying. He was turned away from the window, his face visible in the picture, with his eyes locked shut and his teeth biting onto his bottom lip.

Next to it was a watercolor shamelessly stolen from Luna. After Hermione had seen the ceiling in Luna's bedroom, the five beautifully painted faces of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville, Hermione had gone straight to work on re-creating it. Her version even had the golden-painted word' friends' like Luna's. The one difference was that in Hermione's version Luna was included in the painting.

On the other side of Draco was a tribute to Sirius Black. It was a huge paper with a series of sketches relating to everything Sirius that Hermione had ever known. There was a sketch of a big, black, dog fighting a Stag. There was a copy of the old WANTED posters. There was one of Sirius in his tattered prison robes standing over a terrified Ron. There was one of Harry and Sirius talking about living together while standing just out of the Whomping Willow's reach, another of Sirius in the Charms Professor's office when they'd broken him out, and one Buckbeak in the distance. A sketch of Sirius in the cave on the mountainside in Hogsmeade. One of a brooding Sirius with his feet kicked up on the Grimmauld Place kitchen, staring at a bottle of Ogden's. The Veil was also there. The final picture was one of Bellatrix Lestrange; it was something that Hermione had seen in one of Harry's memories when they were learning Legilimency together. Bellatrix was flat on her back in the ministry atrium under Harry's Cruciatus. Written above the picture were the taunting words that had caused Harry to go to such extremes; "I killed Sirius Black!"

The final picture to make it to the wall was one of Harry with Teddy. He was kneeling down and putting a necklace around Teddy's neck. The necklace was one of the Potter Family crests from the Potter Vault. This one would only work as a portkey if its wearer was in danger, and it would bring them to safety. It was above the one of Draco.

When Hermione's students asked about them she had to slightly edit her stories of what inspired them, but the stories were still close enough to the truth.

She was really amused when the students looked at her in unrestrained shock when she said her husband's godfather was a, now deceased, escaped convict who was wrongfully sentenced to life in prison and was now, posthumously, declared innocent. She wasn't sure if their shock came from the escaped convict part or the husband and child part. They weren't easily convinced that she was actually 24 and had a child and Hermione nearly rolled her eyes at their persistence that she looked far too young to have had a son. They all believed it when she explained that Teddy was adopted.

All her classes followed a similar routine that day.

The oddest thing to happen all day was in the Talented Art class. When Hermione looked at the class roster and saw all the students with the same last name as her cousin's doctor, Doctor Cullen, she had decided that being artistic must run in the family. There were four of them, two girls and two boys: Alice, Rosalie, Jasper and Emmett. And there were only 9 people in the whole school who qualified for talented art, so having four in one family was something special. Hermione couldn't help but wonder if this Alice was the one Bella had mentioned earlier.

A few seconds into the class period the little one with the spiky black hair, Alice, kind of started staring into space for about a minute. Hermione had been about to ask if she was alright when she snapped out of it. Just seconds after Alice started paying attention again, Emmet, the bear-like Cullen, who was seated somewhere behind Alice and couldn't really see her, started laughing. The weird part was that no one had said anything. Hermione was fairly sure it was some inside joke between them all, because all the Cullen kids had some sort of goofy smiles.

And a few other times during the class it was like they were all connected at the brain, because whenever one of them would get some random expression on their face the others would soon follow. Usually it seemed like Emmett and Jasper were doing it more than the others though; most of the time one of them would get some self-satisfied smile while the other would start glaring at the first.

Hermione hadn't wanted to bother trying legilimency on them, feeling like it would be an invasion of privacy, but all day long she'd been left wondering what exactly was going on with those kids. She just hoped it wouldn't keep happening, otherwise she doubted she'd be able to stop herself from reading their minds.

When the Talented Art class was over, it was time for lunch and Hermione went to the cafeteria to buy a lunch before making her way to the teachers' lounge to eat. She, once again, had to meet way more co-workers than she'd ever be able to remember names for.

There was one teacher, Roger Sterling, who Hermione enjoyed talking to. Roger was probably around 40 and told Hermione that he was recently discharged from the United States Army, where he worked as a translator, after he became injured. He seemed like someone who, like her, appreciated learning just for the sake of learning. He taught World Geography and European History. He questioned her about her life in Europe and she thought he was a pretty cool guy. He almost reminded her of the Twins in the way that he had a passion for what he did. He was extremely smart and fluent in twenty-seven languages. Hermione was fairly sure she'd just found her new person to talk to during school hours.

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After school was over, Hermione found out another something interesting about the locals in Forks: some of them are fascinated by fancy cars. It took her a good five minutes to work her way through the crowd of teenage boys surrounding her car. She finally managed to shoo them off so that she could go get Teddy and they could go visit Bella in the Hospital.

On the way to the Hospital, Teddy filled her in on his day. He had apparently made friends, and Hermione was more pleased than she would ever let on that he was enjoying himself. She and Harry had both been alone and friendless until Hogwarts and she was hoping with all her heart that Teddy would never know how that felt. He told her that he'd missed her when she left, but then the adults there had introduced him to the other kids his age.

At the hospital they went straight on up to room 279 and found Bella asleep. She looked more at ease than Hermione had seen her since arriving in Washington, except for the dried tear tracks that were barely visible on her face.

Author's Note-

Quick question- Do other people's schools have Talented Art? Because my school district does, but I don't know anything about other people's schools; so I could've just made a big uh-oh with the whole Talented Art thing. Let me know?

And Roger is just some random dude I made up so that Hermione could have another Nerd to be around. I think it would be really awesome to know 27 languages, just sayin'.

Hey, I've got another question while I'm at it. I've recently been wondering who reads this stuff I write, so in your next review could you all tell me? I don't mean anything personal; I'm just wondering what age range and gender I'm reaching most with my story. So if you want to be awesome and help satisfy my curiosity could you tell me what decade you were born in and what gender you are?

Thanks,

21ShootingStars