A/N: mwahahahaaaa! I was good and decided to select the next chapter from
the total of 17 pages I have. This one's 3 pages long without Author Notes.
I'm sorry it's taking so long-I have NO CLUE AT ALL where this story is
going, so it's going slowly. I'm also writing up a plot for another story
(Damon's Challenge, look up Damon Rhodes and look at #3 in Deletion's
Creations), so I'm working on that as well. When I start writing the actual
story for that, VP might go on hold for a bit until I get the challenge all
up.
I'm working on the next part of the story while I write this, but I can't promise how soon the next chapter will come up. I think I'd said something like I'd try to post at least once every two weeks? Forget that. I've barely had time to breathe all week, and the chances I get to myself are used either reading the fanfiction I'm following or working on VP, the new plot, or any other things that take priority over updating. Sorry. I'll try to regulate the updates, but I seriously can't promise ANYTHING! I hate school. Does anyone else feel the same?
Realized I left this out last chapter. Oops. *grins*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. Duh. Otherwise I'd be rich-not to mention I wouldn't be American. You don't want to sue, because you'd only get a couple of t-shirts, jeans, socks, and a sketchbook.
Anyway, read on and you can see the next part of my story. Hope you like it!
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What seemed to be little particles of light streamed towards each other, then faded into the form of a human being. Blinking slightly, the woman looked around the office, sighed, and took a seat, resigning herself to waiting.
Dumbledore walked in from the room behind his desk and looked startled when he saw a woman sitting patiently in one of his guest chairs. "Hello?"
She cast an assessing cinnamon-brown gaze over him quickly, then met his eyes and smiled. "Hello. You must be Professor Dumbledore."
The headmaster looked confused, and the woman sighed, standing up and slipping something into her pocket. "My name is Dylia Slypern. Except not. It's also Hermione Granger." Dumbledore shook his head slowly, not comprehending. With another sigh, she sat down again and motioned for the man to sit. "What you need to know, Albus, is that I am from the future and have traveled back in time to help you." She then began to explain from year 1 of her Hogwarts time up to year 7 and then the years after.
".We were 19. Harry had already been turned into a werewolf, because Remus, the one we were trying to protect and keep safe during the last full moon before the final battle, lost control while Harry was still in human form. The moon rose sooner then any of us had expected, and it caught us all by surprise. Remus was mortified, but Harry managed to talk himself and Lupin through it.
"The Dark Lord had been rising steadily in power for at least 5 years, just about 6. Nothing we had done had kept him from rising. We managed to keep most of the giants from his side, with the help of some of our friends, but many giants became neutral in the process. He had brought to his side Dementors, vampires, werewolves, and other 'dark' creatures.
"It was during the final battle with him that everything changed. The battle was held here at Hogwarts. All the students had been evacuated before hand, so none of them would get hurt. All of the Order of the Phoenix and all that opposed Voldemort joined forces. We were going to vanquish him, or die trying.
"The battle started out much as the others did, simply curses and hexes thrown back and forth, with no serious consequences. We were making our way to Voldemort. Just as we were nearing, I got grabbed by a vampire." Her eyes closed. "They-Harry and Ron-turned to come back and get me, but I yelled at them to go on. The vampire bit me, and would've left me to die if it weren't for Draco. He was passing by then and restrained the vampire, slit its wrist, and dripped the blood into my mouth. It was the only way he could think of to save me. I don't hold what I am now against him."
When her eyes opened again, they flashed an angry red for a moment before fading back to their brown color. "As this was happening to me, Harry and Ron were still moving on. They neared the Dark Lord himself, and the Death Eaters started firing Avada Kedavra like there was no tomorrow. Ron's twin brothers, the two pranksters Fred and George, threw themselves in the way of the curses, acting as human shields for as long as they could before falling.
"Ron freaked out. He started cursing the Death Eaters back, in such a rage he didn't seem to know what he was doing. He wiped out most of the Death Eater group all by himself, leaving Harry a clear path to the Dark Lord. He later ended up in St. Mungos, unable to believe his brothers died and that he killed so many people. Harry used the one curse I had found buried deep in the library one year ago, the only spell we believed would be affective against Voldemort. It worked. Voldemort's soul was torn out and crushed. He won't be coming back."
(A/N: Sorry all you Ron fans! I had to find something that could've been a result of the 'war', but I didn't want to make a repeat and have him be a werewolf or a vamp, and I couldn't think of anything else.. So I made an idea that could make him all upset/insane. And I do like Fred and George!)
There was a silence for a few minutes-Hermione's contemplative, Dumbledore's a mixture of awe and fear. After a short pause, Hermione's head turned to look at the older man. "Don't worry Dumbledore-your older self thought of that too. Or maybe he just remembered; I don't know. However he did it, he gave me this."
She reached into her robes and withdrew the long dagger, watching with a faintly amused grin as he looked at it. "If I cause a small cut on myself with this, and drink the blood from myself, I won't have the bloodlust for any students. I might need a chicken or two from your Gamekeeper occasionally, however."
Dumbledore examined the dagger without actually taking it from her grip, turned to the woman, and smiled. "So what do you teach Dylia Slypern?" "Potions, sir. I trained for several years to become a Potion Mistress." The man rose with a smile and extended a hand to the 21 year old. She took it with a grin, sharp canines glittering faintly, and shook it firmly. She Apparated to the edge of the boundaries, then started to run towards the castle, at a pace almost impossible. Dumbledore, back in his office, stared at the place she had been standing, shook his head in amusement, and headed down towards the Great Hall.
By the time she returned to the castle doors, the carriages were pulling away from the entrance and the last student had just entered through the doors into the Great Hall. Smirking lightly, she slipped inside and faded into the shadows of the Entrance Hall, waiting. A few minutes later, a younger version of Professor McGonagall passed, followed by a large collection of first year students. Hermione continued to wait in the shadows of the Entrance Hall, flicking her wand slightly to cause her clothes to change to all black. She flicked her wand once more, a heavy robe falling onto her shoulders, billowing out whenever she took a step. She smirked again and waited five more minutes before forcing the doors open and stalking through, a sneer on her face.
~~~(back track a few minutes)~~~
Dumbledore smiled down at the students once all the first years had been sorted and the hat removed.
"Now, I'm sure you're all hungry, so a final word: Potions!" He then sat down, ignoring the glances directed towards the empty chair to his left, normally occupied by the sweet Potions teacher, Professor Parly. The old wizard counted softly under his breath, watching the doors.
"Three, two, one."
Right on cue, the doors slammed open. A tall, pale woman stalked through, black robes billowing out behind her. She waved one hand slightly; the doors shut themselves again. Shoulder-length brown hair, streaked with a dark red, flowed behind her. Cinnamon-brown eyes scanned the Great Hall, a nasty sneer on her face. Despite the sneer, none of her teeth showed. The clothes underneath her billowing cloak were pure black, revealing pale skin only around her neck and the last inch or so of finger that was visible, not covered by the elbow-length leather gloves. She halted in the middle of the Hall, dark boots clicking softly. She raised an eyebrow and looked around the room, then up at Dumbledore.
"Is this it Albus? I expected much more." The old man smiled.
"No, this is it Dylia. You might find a few surprises in this group though. Students, meet Professor Dylia Slypern. She is a Potions Mistress, and our Potions teacher. I'm sure that you will all treat her with the respect she deserves. Dylia, if you will.?" The woman chuckled harshly, the pale skin standing out against all the black.
"I have nothing more to say right now." With a faint glint of teeth, she made her way to the Head Table, taking the seat next to Dumbledore, where she fell into conversation with him quickly, motioning rapidly with her hands. The Hall slowly began to talk again, turning back to their own dinners.
Hermione looked down at her plate and pushed it away with a faintly queasy look on her face, pulling her goblet forward instead. She leaned down and whispered a soft spell, then brought the cup to her lips, taking a deep sip. The deep red liquid flowed past her lips and she sighed softly, though she was careful not to let any drip. She placed the goblet back down, now empty, and spoke softly to Dumbledore. With faint nods to the other teachers, she swept from the room out one of the side doors, heading down to the dungeons.
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A/N: Can you tell I gave up trying to use italics and bolds and stuffs in my a/n? Yeah. Didn't work, so I didn't even bother this time. *yawns* I'm tired. Sorry.
I'm not actually using a beta-reader. I just realized this, because I was talking to Krystal and she brought up betas. Therefore, any mistakes are mine and mine alone. (that and my computers. It should really be able to pick up more then spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes. Can't they make one that finds plot holes too? -even though I don't have a plot, so there's no holes, but still.--)
Anyway, there's snow here, and despite it being really late, I feel the need to go look at the snow before I sleep.
Review please, even if you hate the story. *shrugs* Even a flame says you cared enough to give me the 'time of day'. Can't wait to see how you liked it!! =D
I'm working on the next part of the story while I write this, but I can't promise how soon the next chapter will come up. I think I'd said something like I'd try to post at least once every two weeks? Forget that. I've barely had time to breathe all week, and the chances I get to myself are used either reading the fanfiction I'm following or working on VP, the new plot, or any other things that take priority over updating. Sorry. I'll try to regulate the updates, but I seriously can't promise ANYTHING! I hate school. Does anyone else feel the same?
Realized I left this out last chapter. Oops. *grins*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. Duh. Otherwise I'd be rich-not to mention I wouldn't be American. You don't want to sue, because you'd only get a couple of t-shirts, jeans, socks, and a sketchbook.
Anyway, read on and you can see the next part of my story. Hope you like it!
~^~^~^~^~^~
What seemed to be little particles of light streamed towards each other, then faded into the form of a human being. Blinking slightly, the woman looked around the office, sighed, and took a seat, resigning herself to waiting.
Dumbledore walked in from the room behind his desk and looked startled when he saw a woman sitting patiently in one of his guest chairs. "Hello?"
She cast an assessing cinnamon-brown gaze over him quickly, then met his eyes and smiled. "Hello. You must be Professor Dumbledore."
The headmaster looked confused, and the woman sighed, standing up and slipping something into her pocket. "My name is Dylia Slypern. Except not. It's also Hermione Granger." Dumbledore shook his head slowly, not comprehending. With another sigh, she sat down again and motioned for the man to sit. "What you need to know, Albus, is that I am from the future and have traveled back in time to help you." She then began to explain from year 1 of her Hogwarts time up to year 7 and then the years after.
".We were 19. Harry had already been turned into a werewolf, because Remus, the one we were trying to protect and keep safe during the last full moon before the final battle, lost control while Harry was still in human form. The moon rose sooner then any of us had expected, and it caught us all by surprise. Remus was mortified, but Harry managed to talk himself and Lupin through it.
"The Dark Lord had been rising steadily in power for at least 5 years, just about 6. Nothing we had done had kept him from rising. We managed to keep most of the giants from his side, with the help of some of our friends, but many giants became neutral in the process. He had brought to his side Dementors, vampires, werewolves, and other 'dark' creatures.
"It was during the final battle with him that everything changed. The battle was held here at Hogwarts. All the students had been evacuated before hand, so none of them would get hurt. All of the Order of the Phoenix and all that opposed Voldemort joined forces. We were going to vanquish him, or die trying.
"The battle started out much as the others did, simply curses and hexes thrown back and forth, with no serious consequences. We were making our way to Voldemort. Just as we were nearing, I got grabbed by a vampire." Her eyes closed. "They-Harry and Ron-turned to come back and get me, but I yelled at them to go on. The vampire bit me, and would've left me to die if it weren't for Draco. He was passing by then and restrained the vampire, slit its wrist, and dripped the blood into my mouth. It was the only way he could think of to save me. I don't hold what I am now against him."
When her eyes opened again, they flashed an angry red for a moment before fading back to their brown color. "As this was happening to me, Harry and Ron were still moving on. They neared the Dark Lord himself, and the Death Eaters started firing Avada Kedavra like there was no tomorrow. Ron's twin brothers, the two pranksters Fred and George, threw themselves in the way of the curses, acting as human shields for as long as they could before falling.
"Ron freaked out. He started cursing the Death Eaters back, in such a rage he didn't seem to know what he was doing. He wiped out most of the Death Eater group all by himself, leaving Harry a clear path to the Dark Lord. He later ended up in St. Mungos, unable to believe his brothers died and that he killed so many people. Harry used the one curse I had found buried deep in the library one year ago, the only spell we believed would be affective against Voldemort. It worked. Voldemort's soul was torn out and crushed. He won't be coming back."
(A/N: Sorry all you Ron fans! I had to find something that could've been a result of the 'war', but I didn't want to make a repeat and have him be a werewolf or a vamp, and I couldn't think of anything else.. So I made an idea that could make him all upset/insane. And I do like Fred and George!)
There was a silence for a few minutes-Hermione's contemplative, Dumbledore's a mixture of awe and fear. After a short pause, Hermione's head turned to look at the older man. "Don't worry Dumbledore-your older self thought of that too. Or maybe he just remembered; I don't know. However he did it, he gave me this."
She reached into her robes and withdrew the long dagger, watching with a faintly amused grin as he looked at it. "If I cause a small cut on myself with this, and drink the blood from myself, I won't have the bloodlust for any students. I might need a chicken or two from your Gamekeeper occasionally, however."
Dumbledore examined the dagger without actually taking it from her grip, turned to the woman, and smiled. "So what do you teach Dylia Slypern?" "Potions, sir. I trained for several years to become a Potion Mistress." The man rose with a smile and extended a hand to the 21 year old. She took it with a grin, sharp canines glittering faintly, and shook it firmly. She Apparated to the edge of the boundaries, then started to run towards the castle, at a pace almost impossible. Dumbledore, back in his office, stared at the place she had been standing, shook his head in amusement, and headed down towards the Great Hall.
By the time she returned to the castle doors, the carriages were pulling away from the entrance and the last student had just entered through the doors into the Great Hall. Smirking lightly, she slipped inside and faded into the shadows of the Entrance Hall, waiting. A few minutes later, a younger version of Professor McGonagall passed, followed by a large collection of first year students. Hermione continued to wait in the shadows of the Entrance Hall, flicking her wand slightly to cause her clothes to change to all black. She flicked her wand once more, a heavy robe falling onto her shoulders, billowing out whenever she took a step. She smirked again and waited five more minutes before forcing the doors open and stalking through, a sneer on her face.
~~~(back track a few minutes)~~~
Dumbledore smiled down at the students once all the first years had been sorted and the hat removed.
"Now, I'm sure you're all hungry, so a final word: Potions!" He then sat down, ignoring the glances directed towards the empty chair to his left, normally occupied by the sweet Potions teacher, Professor Parly. The old wizard counted softly under his breath, watching the doors.
"Three, two, one."
Right on cue, the doors slammed open. A tall, pale woman stalked through, black robes billowing out behind her. She waved one hand slightly; the doors shut themselves again. Shoulder-length brown hair, streaked with a dark red, flowed behind her. Cinnamon-brown eyes scanned the Great Hall, a nasty sneer on her face. Despite the sneer, none of her teeth showed. The clothes underneath her billowing cloak were pure black, revealing pale skin only around her neck and the last inch or so of finger that was visible, not covered by the elbow-length leather gloves. She halted in the middle of the Hall, dark boots clicking softly. She raised an eyebrow and looked around the room, then up at Dumbledore.
"Is this it Albus? I expected much more." The old man smiled.
"No, this is it Dylia. You might find a few surprises in this group though. Students, meet Professor Dylia Slypern. She is a Potions Mistress, and our Potions teacher. I'm sure that you will all treat her with the respect she deserves. Dylia, if you will.?" The woman chuckled harshly, the pale skin standing out against all the black.
"I have nothing more to say right now." With a faint glint of teeth, she made her way to the Head Table, taking the seat next to Dumbledore, where she fell into conversation with him quickly, motioning rapidly with her hands. The Hall slowly began to talk again, turning back to their own dinners.
Hermione looked down at her plate and pushed it away with a faintly queasy look on her face, pulling her goblet forward instead. She leaned down and whispered a soft spell, then brought the cup to her lips, taking a deep sip. The deep red liquid flowed past her lips and she sighed softly, though she was careful not to let any drip. She placed the goblet back down, now empty, and spoke softly to Dumbledore. With faint nods to the other teachers, she swept from the room out one of the side doors, heading down to the dungeons.
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A/N: Can you tell I gave up trying to use italics and bolds and stuffs in my a/n? Yeah. Didn't work, so I didn't even bother this time. *yawns* I'm tired. Sorry.
I'm not actually using a beta-reader. I just realized this, because I was talking to Krystal and she brought up betas. Therefore, any mistakes are mine and mine alone. (that and my computers. It should really be able to pick up more then spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes. Can't they make one that finds plot holes too? -even though I don't have a plot, so there's no holes, but still.--)
Anyway, there's snow here, and despite it being really late, I feel the need to go look at the snow before I sleep.
Review please, even if you hate the story. *shrugs* Even a flame says you cared enough to give me the 'time of day'. Can't wait to see how you liked it!! =D