(DISCLAIMER: Remember that I dont own any of the characters because they belong to J.K
Rowling and we all know that she has a brilliant mind.)
CHAPTER ONE: HERMIONE RETURNS.
Hermione Granger walked through Muggle London that morning looking for an easy way to get to her
new office. She had been excepted as a Journalist at a small paper and she was estatic.
The only problem now was that her office was a twenty minute walk away and.... she only had five
minutes to get there.
'Great Hermione, now there is only one way to get there on time and you know it' she thought as
she crossed the road trying to avoid any rain puddles that might be hiding large potholes.
She walked into an abandoned alley and reached into her pocket, pulling out her wand.
'Now where could you disapparate to that is near by?' she asked herself.
'Oh! The public bathrooms on the first floor' came her answer.
Hermione pointed her wand and muttered the spell under her breath.
A second later Mrs. Hermione Granger appeared in the second stall at her new office. She looked around
to make sure no one had seen her and then walked out into the lobby and towards the elevator.
A few boys whistled and checked her out as she walked by but she ignored them.
'assholes' she thought under her breath.
Hermione was indeed a very pretty woman. Her bushy hair was laying in soft curls just beneath her shoulders and
her perfect figure was one that every man dreamed of. Her honey colored eyes were displayed with
long brown lashes and her cheeks were a healthy rosy color. In all terms she was gorgeous.
She marched into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. As she went up she almost
laughed at herself for not putting her wand away and looked down at her plaid dress suit to make
sure that there were no wrinkles.
'Good Work Granger your doing well so far!' she told herself.
She had only been working at the paper for about two weeks and it was all relativley new for her
so she didnt want to make any bad impressions while she was still there
TING!
The elevator door opened and she found herself walking quickly over to her desk situated by one of the big windows.
She had a story due for the editor at ten thirty and she was planning to look over it before
she handed it in.
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Hermione sighed and plopped into her leather chair.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" she said and closed her eyes.
She had just given in her story and found out that he LOVED it so much he asked for a continuation!
Why would he want her to continue a story about the myths of "magic in London". Of course Hermione
herself was a witch and she didnt want to blow her cover to a muggle by telling him all her secrets.
She decided that she would just interview a few nutcases and make up a few stories.
Hermione turned her chair and glanced out the window. She had really missed London.
After Harry's Death... Hermione cringed...it hurt to remember even after seven long years.
She was 26 now and she should be able to handle it.
He had been her best friend. It hurt her and she had been so scared, she didnt know what life would
be like without him. She had decided then and there that she would never grow attached to someone
like that again.
The war had taken away too many things from her. Too many people that she had loved. First her
parents, then classmates, like Parvati, Padma, Susan, then Percy and then finally Harry.
The day the war ended and Voldemort was defeated,the day that Harry died, was the day that changed
her life forever.
She didnt want to see any one else die so she ran away from every one she loved and she tried to stay hidden,
long enough that no one would even guess that she was still living.
But she couldnt stay away from her Homeland forever and when she decided that seven long damn years
were enough she packed up and planned to start over again.
When she got her flat in muggle London she had all the intentions to stay away from the Wizarding World.
But it seemed that it was calling to her.
But Hermione couldnt go back.
There were so many people there, they might know her... she couldnt blow her cover.
Hermione Granger couldnt be known again.
She just NEEDED to stay a stranger.
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(A/N: ok, I promise I will write more later alright! Please review! I love reviews and they always
make me want to write more so it is for your own good! :):):):) )
Rowling and we all know that she has a brilliant mind.)
CHAPTER ONE: HERMIONE RETURNS.
Hermione Granger walked through Muggle London that morning looking for an easy way to get to her
new office. She had been excepted as a Journalist at a small paper and she was estatic.
The only problem now was that her office was a twenty minute walk away and.... she only had five
minutes to get there.
'Great Hermione, now there is only one way to get there on time and you know it' she thought as
she crossed the road trying to avoid any rain puddles that might be hiding large potholes.
She walked into an abandoned alley and reached into her pocket, pulling out her wand.
'Now where could you disapparate to that is near by?' she asked herself.
'Oh! The public bathrooms on the first floor' came her answer.
Hermione pointed her wand and muttered the spell under her breath.
A second later Mrs. Hermione Granger appeared in the second stall at her new office. She looked around
to make sure no one had seen her and then walked out into the lobby and towards the elevator.
A few boys whistled and checked her out as she walked by but she ignored them.
'assholes' she thought under her breath.
Hermione was indeed a very pretty woman. Her bushy hair was laying in soft curls just beneath her shoulders and
her perfect figure was one that every man dreamed of. Her honey colored eyes were displayed with
long brown lashes and her cheeks were a healthy rosy color. In all terms she was gorgeous.
She marched into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. As she went up she almost
laughed at herself for not putting her wand away and looked down at her plaid dress suit to make
sure that there were no wrinkles.
'Good Work Granger your doing well so far!' she told herself.
She had only been working at the paper for about two weeks and it was all relativley new for her
so she didnt want to make any bad impressions while she was still there
TING!
The elevator door opened and she found herself walking quickly over to her desk situated by one of the big windows.
She had a story due for the editor at ten thirty and she was planning to look over it before
she handed it in.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11:00 A.M ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione sighed and plopped into her leather chair.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" she said and closed her eyes.
She had just given in her story and found out that he LOVED it so much he asked for a continuation!
Why would he want her to continue a story about the myths of "magic in London". Of course Hermione
herself was a witch and she didnt want to blow her cover to a muggle by telling him all her secrets.
She decided that she would just interview a few nutcases and make up a few stories.
Hermione turned her chair and glanced out the window. She had really missed London.
After Harry's Death... Hermione cringed...it hurt to remember even after seven long years.
She was 26 now and she should be able to handle it.
He had been her best friend. It hurt her and she had been so scared, she didnt know what life would
be like without him. She had decided then and there that she would never grow attached to someone
like that again.
The war had taken away too many things from her. Too many people that she had loved. First her
parents, then classmates, like Parvati, Padma, Susan, then Percy and then finally Harry.
The day the war ended and Voldemort was defeated,the day that Harry died, was the day that changed
her life forever.
She didnt want to see any one else die so she ran away from every one she loved and she tried to stay hidden,
long enough that no one would even guess that she was still living.
But she couldnt stay away from her Homeland forever and when she decided that seven long damn years
were enough she packed up and planned to start over again.
When she got her flat in muggle London she had all the intentions to stay away from the Wizarding World.
But it seemed that it was calling to her.
But Hermione couldnt go back.
There were so many people there, they might know her... she couldnt blow her cover.
Hermione Granger couldnt be known again.
She just NEEDED to stay a stranger.
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(A/N: ok, I promise I will write more later alright! Please review! I love reviews and they always
make me want to write more so it is for your own good! :):):):) )