Chapter 3-The offer
A.N.~ Sorry I took so long! This chapt is gonna B quite short OK? One, I have no time and two, I don't know what else to write in this chapt. Thankz 2 all the ppl who reviewed!
Hermione walked along the corridor to P. Dumbledore's office.
"What could he want me for? Have I done anything wrong?"
The nearer she got to P. Dumbledore's office, the more nervous she felt.
"What if I'm expelled? What will I do? Oh!"
She had reached P. Dumbledore's office. Timidly, she said the password.
As Hermione said the password, the gargoyle that led to P. Dumbledore's office slowly spun up, leaving Hermione facing a short hallway, which was lit by floating candles. As she walked along it, looking at the pictures of the previous headmasters, who were smiling and waving at her, she remembered the last time she came here.
*Flash back to last year*
Hermione couldn't believe it. She was halfway to achieving her gaol. She smiled to herself.
"I'm a prefect," she said aloud, "I am really a prefect."
Her parents would have been so proud.
*Forward to now*
When she reached the big, brass doors, she took a deep breath and walked in.
P. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, hands together, twiddling his thumbs and humming a tune. When he heard his door close, he looked up.
"Ah.Miss Granger. You are here. Good morning," he said cheerfully.
"Professor Dumbledore.go.good morning to you too," she replied quietly.
"Now.Hermione.you are in your 6th year and about to go on quite soon. Have you ever considered what you would like to do after your time at Hogwarts?"
Hermione stared at P. Dumbledore.
"P.pardon?"
" I know you may think that 2 years is a very long time but believe me, it will all pass very quickly."
Hermione breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"So this is what Professor Dumbledore wanted me for. To consider my future career. Phew, I thought I was a goner then!" she thought to herself.
"Well.to be honest, I haven't really considered it much," she said.
"What would you like to be?"
She paused as she thought for a while.
"I was thinking about.perhaps an auror," she replied confidently.
"Brilliant choice I must say. Anything else?"
"I'm not to sure. You see, I am Muggle-born, and it is quite hard for people like me to find any decent work these days. So." her voice drifted off.
"Yes, that is true. And that is what I want to talk to you about." He had stopped smiling.
"Hermione," said P. Dumbledore gravely, "there is something that you do not know. A secret. A secret that presently only I and 3 other people know. About you. I'm afraid that I'm not the person to tell you. Tomorrow morning, you will find out part of it. The rest, later. But if you have any queries, don't forget, I am always here. You may go now. Have a good day." He smiled again.
"Uh.thank you professor. You too." Hermione walked away feeling lonelier than she ever had before.
A.N.~ Sorry I took so long! This chapt is gonna B quite short OK? One, I have no time and two, I don't know what else to write in this chapt. Thankz 2 all the ppl who reviewed!
Hermione walked along the corridor to P. Dumbledore's office.
"What could he want me for? Have I done anything wrong?"
The nearer she got to P. Dumbledore's office, the more nervous she felt.
"What if I'm expelled? What will I do? Oh!"
She had reached P. Dumbledore's office. Timidly, she said the password.
As Hermione said the password, the gargoyle that led to P. Dumbledore's office slowly spun up, leaving Hermione facing a short hallway, which was lit by floating candles. As she walked along it, looking at the pictures of the previous headmasters, who were smiling and waving at her, she remembered the last time she came here.
*Flash back to last year*
Hermione couldn't believe it. She was halfway to achieving her gaol. She smiled to herself.
"I'm a prefect," she said aloud, "I am really a prefect."
Her parents would have been so proud.
*Forward to now*
When she reached the big, brass doors, she took a deep breath and walked in.
P. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, hands together, twiddling his thumbs and humming a tune. When he heard his door close, he looked up.
"Ah.Miss Granger. You are here. Good morning," he said cheerfully.
"Professor Dumbledore.go.good morning to you too," she replied quietly.
"Now.Hermione.you are in your 6th year and about to go on quite soon. Have you ever considered what you would like to do after your time at Hogwarts?"
Hermione stared at P. Dumbledore.
"P.pardon?"
" I know you may think that 2 years is a very long time but believe me, it will all pass very quickly."
Hermione breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"So this is what Professor Dumbledore wanted me for. To consider my future career. Phew, I thought I was a goner then!" she thought to herself.
"Well.to be honest, I haven't really considered it much," she said.
"What would you like to be?"
She paused as she thought for a while.
"I was thinking about.perhaps an auror," she replied confidently.
"Brilliant choice I must say. Anything else?"
"I'm not to sure. You see, I am Muggle-born, and it is quite hard for people like me to find any decent work these days. So." her voice drifted off.
"Yes, that is true. And that is what I want to talk to you about." He had stopped smiling.
"Hermione," said P. Dumbledore gravely, "there is something that you do not know. A secret. A secret that presently only I and 3 other people know. About you. I'm afraid that I'm not the person to tell you. Tomorrow morning, you will find out part of it. The rest, later. But if you have any queries, don't forget, I am always here. You may go now. Have a good day." He smiled again.
"Uh.thank you professor. You too." Hermione walked away feeling lonelier than she ever had before.