A/N: Hello guys! Please have mercy on my writing! Ahah, just a quick note to remind you that the story is at its beginning, and that obviously the characters are not mine, and I make no profit by writing this story.

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"Turn to page 394!"

Hermione suddenly woke up.
She remembered well the moment when she discovered that R. J. Lupin , her Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, was a werewolf.
She was the most brilliant witch of her age, and she knew everything about the subject.
It was a real shock, because she had in her mind the image of evil wolf, the one of story tales…

But actually, Lupin was nothing of the sort. He was a kind person, endowed with a good heart, and a trusted friend. She had always felt great admiration for him.
"What a dream!" She said to herself. Her mind started to think back on the subject of her dreaming.

"I wonder what he is doing now".

Ages had passed since the time of Hogwarts. Now, she was a twenty-six-year-old woman. And she had had no occasion to see him anymore.
Harry sometimes told her about him, since he used to visit him once in a while. But they had a deeper bond, they were almost like friends. And they had in fact a mutual friend: Sirius.

The day before she had invited Ron and Harry at her place, in Greenwich. She had bought a flat in the periphery, because she preferred it to the chaotic London.
While eating their lunch, Harry told them about his last meet with their ex DADA professor…
"…and that's why I had a dream on it" Hermione concluded to herself. She wanted to give a rational explanation to her dream, because it was unfrequent for her to have dreams about people from the past. And actually there was something bizarre in the dream, it was as if she had a crush on her professor...
The young woman got up and walked to the bathroom. While washing her face, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror.
She was beautiful, with a bright skin and long, fluffy hair, but she had a sad look.
She quickly prepared herself and went downstairs to the library, which was the room where she spent her most precious time. She inhaled the smell of books, and sighed.

"Why do I feel like this? What's happening to me? How is it possible to change from one day to the other?
Yesterday all went well, I spent the day with my two friends, and I was feeling… I was feeling… great!"

She thought back at the previous day.

"Who am I fooling? I envied the both of them, because their life was perfect and full of adventure and- wait!
Keep calm, Hermione, relax… Now…".

Hermione took a book from the first shelf thinking perhaps it would be the cure for her anxiety.
She loved reading so much, and she had put particular cure to create the library: it was inside a big, large room, with a parquet floor, like all the house, which transmitted a warm atmosphere.
It was not a common library, Hermione had thought long on the way it should be; she wanted to live the library, to be one thing with it, and so she had created a loft made of wood, which reached the mid-height of the room, and was fully surrounded by the shelves of the library. On that loft she had put a dark-green armchair and a floor lamp next to it.
She was sitting on that armchair at that moment.
After some hours, she felt hungry, so she went to the kitchen and prepared lunch. She had become a good cook, as Ron had noticed. She was a fan of Italian cuisine,
and she was able to prepare all types of pasta, following the authentic recipes.
For her friends, she had chosen ravioli with pumpkin cream sauce, which were "delicious" according to Ron Weasley, who in fact took three portions.
The guys had grown up as well, and they had settled down, Harry with Ginny and Ron with Luna Lovegood. They were neighbours, they had bought one building in central London.
Their latest years had been full of events: Harry had become an Auror, and Ron father of a blondie girl of two. Now it was the turn of Ginny instead, as Harry told Hermione:
she was pregnant of 3 months.
Ron had started co-working with his elder brothers Fred and George at the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes joke shop in Diagon Alley.
This is why Hermione envied them.
At the present time she was all by herself, no family, no job, her books for best friends.