Transfiguration of fate----- Journey back to Hogwarts
Okay guys disclaimer applies as before thank you to my reviews of my song fic it is giving me confidence.
Hope you are enjoying the story so far I am taking things slowly as I don't believe in rushing work I've done that to many times before.
My dedication is mostly the same dedicated to my friends and reviewers.
They story's plot is going to get deeper and more complicated as I had a brain wave to make the story better last night.
Any road here is chapter 5 enjoy and remember read and REVIEW.
Hermione checked her trunk and looked around the room for a final time. It felt like she was a child again, when she used to be a student at Hogwarts, packing her trunk, ready to get on the train with Harry and Ron laughing and joking about the year ahead, with no worries apart from her grades.
But now it was different she would be alone, apperating to Hogwarts and she had to be serious and worry about many things. She still found the idea of her being a teacher laughable but the realisation was beginning to sink in.
She would be responsible for children's safety and their education she would have to be punctual and on top of things. Which reminded her that her apperation time to Hogsmeade would be ready in five minutes.
Hogsmeade had timed apperation points so the village did not become congested all at once.
'Silly really' Hermione thought the village was so out of the way many people did not go there, they all preferred Diagon Alley. Hermione stood still and ready as the time ticked by 5 4 3 2 1.
Hogsmeade, the only entirely non muggle settlement in Britain. Hermione remembered many interesting facts about the place she used to call home nine years ago.
The inn had once belonged to the Goblins during the Goblin rebellion in 1612, and the shrieking shack had once thought to have been haunted, although Hermione knew for a fact that it was not and would never be haunted.
Nothing much had changed in nine years except that Zonko's Joke shop had changed management to a certain pair of Weasley twins. Fred and George had sold enough of their merchandise to different proprietors in the past so that when they heard the owner of Zonko's was retiring the bought the shop and had dubbed it WEASLY'S WIZARD WHEEZES.
The village was very quiet for a lunch time but since it was Monday many people would be busy preparing for the week ahead.
Hermione had only seen a few people since arriving, a small haggard looking witch hurrying down the street pulling a disgruntled little child by the hand who was shouting Mum Floor Mum floor, and pulling her downwards and two portly looking wizards discussing the stocks at Gringotts bank
"I don't think they are entirely secure Walter" one had said
"Don't talk rubbish Alexander Gringotts is the safest place in London" the other had replied.
Hermione guessed that Walter was wrong he obviously didn't hear about the Philosophers stone although Hermione wondered how any one could no have heard about it.
Hermione walked up the winding cobble path towards Hogwarts, levitating her trunk behind her. She approached the wrought iron gates bearing two winged boars made of gold, unaware that she was being watched as a shadow swished its cloak in the direction of the secret path to Hogwarts castle.
Okay guys disclaimer applies as before thank you to my reviews of my song fic it is giving me confidence.
Hope you are enjoying the story so far I am taking things slowly as I don't believe in rushing work I've done that to many times before.
My dedication is mostly the same dedicated to my friends and reviewers.
They story's plot is going to get deeper and more complicated as I had a brain wave to make the story better last night.
Any road here is chapter 5 enjoy and remember read and REVIEW.
Hermione checked her trunk and looked around the room for a final time. It felt like she was a child again, when she used to be a student at Hogwarts, packing her trunk, ready to get on the train with Harry and Ron laughing and joking about the year ahead, with no worries apart from her grades.
But now it was different she would be alone, apperating to Hogwarts and she had to be serious and worry about many things. She still found the idea of her being a teacher laughable but the realisation was beginning to sink in.
She would be responsible for children's safety and their education she would have to be punctual and on top of things. Which reminded her that her apperation time to Hogsmeade would be ready in five minutes.
Hogsmeade had timed apperation points so the village did not become congested all at once.
'Silly really' Hermione thought the village was so out of the way many people did not go there, they all preferred Diagon Alley. Hermione stood still and ready as the time ticked by 5 4 3 2 1.
Hogsmeade, the only entirely non muggle settlement in Britain. Hermione remembered many interesting facts about the place she used to call home nine years ago.
The inn had once belonged to the Goblins during the Goblin rebellion in 1612, and the shrieking shack had once thought to have been haunted, although Hermione knew for a fact that it was not and would never be haunted.
Nothing much had changed in nine years except that Zonko's Joke shop had changed management to a certain pair of Weasley twins. Fred and George had sold enough of their merchandise to different proprietors in the past so that when they heard the owner of Zonko's was retiring the bought the shop and had dubbed it WEASLY'S WIZARD WHEEZES.
The village was very quiet for a lunch time but since it was Monday many people would be busy preparing for the week ahead.
Hermione had only seen a few people since arriving, a small haggard looking witch hurrying down the street pulling a disgruntled little child by the hand who was shouting Mum Floor Mum floor, and pulling her downwards and two portly looking wizards discussing the stocks at Gringotts bank
"I don't think they are entirely secure Walter" one had said
"Don't talk rubbish Alexander Gringotts is the safest place in London" the other had replied.
Hermione guessed that Walter was wrong he obviously didn't hear about the Philosophers stone although Hermione wondered how any one could no have heard about it.
Hermione walked up the winding cobble path towards Hogwarts, levitating her trunk behind her. She approached the wrought iron gates bearing two winged boars made of gold, unaware that she was being watched as a shadow swished its cloak in the direction of the secret path to Hogwarts castle.