Life After Hogwarts
Hermione tiredly unlocked her little apartment and entered. As usual, it was a mess. She rubbed her eyes and looked around-clothes and takeout boxes were strewn on the floor, bills littered the table, and sticky unknown spots decorated the floor. Hermione wanted to break down and cry. She was leading such a miserable life. She-the smartest student Hogwarts had seen- Head Girl in seventh year-had six job offers waiting as she graduated-was stuck here, poor, unemployed, hopeless. Hermione sat down on her old, moldy couch and let her tears drop onto the linoleum of the floor. Three years ago, she was so happy.she had planned to work somewhere in the wizarding world. She had not planned to work at a Chinese Takeout, and then end up getting fired because she couldn't drive fast enough to get the food there on time. Hermione cursed at herself. Why had she left? What had compelled her to leave her beautiful existence and enter this destitute realm? Hermione sighed to herself. She knew the answer perfectly well, but almost never admitted it to herself. Harry Potter. That's it, Hermione suddenly thought. I can't avoid him or anyone else for the rest of my life-I'm leaving this shit hole. Hermione tried not to think about that aching feeling she got every time she let her mind travel back to seventh year. Harry had been so intrigued by the new student from America. It was so unusual for a new kid to come, especially in seventh year, but she had. Valery Fox. Valery had been gorgeous, and Harry was among the hordes of boys that lusted after her. He was different however, in that he was the guy that finally dated her. Hermione had felt something about Valery. Something, her precocious mind had pinpointed, was absolutely evil about Valery. Fearing for her best friend, Hermione had told him to lay off of Valery, but Harry had mistook her concern for jealousy, and their friendship had drained out, straining both of them so much that Hermione had finally opted just to disappear from everyone's life after Hogwarts. It was precisely what she did, but now, she'd had enough. She was going back. Hermione closed her eyes and did something she had not done in three years- she apparated. She chose to go to the Three Broomsticks. It had been such a popular hangout back when she was a student; she was sure she could find info on everyone that she loved and missed. She appeared in the cellar, and quickly raced up the stairs. Once up there, Herimone felt immediately out of place. Here she was, dressed in blue jeans and a Save the Whales t- shirt, and everyone else was wearing robes of assorted colors. An older, more-wrinkled Madam Rosmerta greeted Hermione. "Why, is that you, Hermione Granger?" asked Madam Rosmerta. "Madam Rosmerta!" Hermione said, reaching over to hug her past. "How are you?" "No, how are you, m'dear? Nobody's seen you since you left Hogwarts!" "Oh.well.Harry and I had a fall-out, and I thought it best to leave then, but now.I can't take it anymore. I've got to be where I belong." "That's the spirit, my girl! Now, what can I get you? A butterbeer, perhaps?" Hermione smiled gratefully, and accepted the tasty beverage. She sat down in a corner where she could see everyone. There were hardly any students around, and Hermione couldn't figure it out until she realized it was a Friday afternoon, and students couldn't come in till later. There were plenty of wizards, however, and some looked rather familiar. Hermione's heart leapt when she saw her old friend Parvati Patil. "Parvati!" she cried out in shock. "Is that you?" The beautiful woman with long, flowing black hair turned around, and smiled as soon as she saw who it was. "Hermione! Hermione Granger! Oh my god! You look so incredibly different! Come over here, now!" Hermione happily obliged. She was home. Oh, she was home. She walked over to Parvati's table. Parvati was not alone. A handsome man sat with her. "Who's this?" Hermione asked, glancing at the man. "This is my fiancé! Do you not recognize him?" Hermione looked over again, this time really processing his features. "Seamus! You're getting married to Seamus?" "Hey, Hermione," Seamus said, grinning. "Long time no see. You know, we talked about you a bit after you left."
"Oh really? Like what?" "Speculating where you were, for one," Parvati interrupted, sounding a little angry. "You just up and left without telling anyone. Everyone was devastated.especially.Harry. He said he was responsible." Hermione frowned. "Oh.speaking of the devil, do you know where he is?" "Harry, you mean?" Seamus said. "He lives pretty close by. I just had lunch with him last week. If you want, we'll take you there." Hermione closed her eyes, not sure if she was ready to see Harry or not. Then suddenly, in a burst of willpower, she decided that she was. "Yeah, that would be great."
A few hours later, Hermione was nervously standing in front of a huge mansion. "He calls this a house?" she muttered weakly, thinking of her messy apartment. Nevertheless, she walked up and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, a shapely, gorgeous woman opened it. Hermione stared at her. She looked so familiar, and then Hermione saw her eyes. She'd know those black eyes anywhere. They were the only eyes that were truly black. Evil. Hermione suddenly felt chills caressing her spine, but she didn't back down. "I need to see Harry," she said softly. The woman scrutinized her, but finally answered. "May I know who this is?" "An old friend. Just tell him that, please." The woman scowled deeply, but seated Hermione in one of the dens, and left. Hermione shuddered as she looked around the contemporary room. It was all so soft and pretty, but this woman ruined it. Hermione now knew perfectly well who she was. Valery Fox. Harry was probably married to that horrible woman and Hermione knew that his life would be in danger. Suddenly she heard a noise and a tall, handsome man entered the room. "Harry?" Hermione gasped.
~ Please let me know what you think before I continue. I promise, I've got a good idea and I'm going to continue and everything will be a lot more interesting, but before I do, I've got to know if there's any point (do I have any readers???!)
Hermione tiredly unlocked her little apartment and entered. As usual, it was a mess. She rubbed her eyes and looked around-clothes and takeout boxes were strewn on the floor, bills littered the table, and sticky unknown spots decorated the floor. Hermione wanted to break down and cry. She was leading such a miserable life. She-the smartest student Hogwarts had seen- Head Girl in seventh year-had six job offers waiting as she graduated-was stuck here, poor, unemployed, hopeless. Hermione sat down on her old, moldy couch and let her tears drop onto the linoleum of the floor. Three years ago, she was so happy.she had planned to work somewhere in the wizarding world. She had not planned to work at a Chinese Takeout, and then end up getting fired because she couldn't drive fast enough to get the food there on time. Hermione cursed at herself. Why had she left? What had compelled her to leave her beautiful existence and enter this destitute realm? Hermione sighed to herself. She knew the answer perfectly well, but almost never admitted it to herself. Harry Potter. That's it, Hermione suddenly thought. I can't avoid him or anyone else for the rest of my life-I'm leaving this shit hole. Hermione tried not to think about that aching feeling she got every time she let her mind travel back to seventh year. Harry had been so intrigued by the new student from America. It was so unusual for a new kid to come, especially in seventh year, but she had. Valery Fox. Valery had been gorgeous, and Harry was among the hordes of boys that lusted after her. He was different however, in that he was the guy that finally dated her. Hermione had felt something about Valery. Something, her precocious mind had pinpointed, was absolutely evil about Valery. Fearing for her best friend, Hermione had told him to lay off of Valery, but Harry had mistook her concern for jealousy, and their friendship had drained out, straining both of them so much that Hermione had finally opted just to disappear from everyone's life after Hogwarts. It was precisely what she did, but now, she'd had enough. She was going back. Hermione closed her eyes and did something she had not done in three years- she apparated. She chose to go to the Three Broomsticks. It had been such a popular hangout back when she was a student; she was sure she could find info on everyone that she loved and missed. She appeared in the cellar, and quickly raced up the stairs. Once up there, Herimone felt immediately out of place. Here she was, dressed in blue jeans and a Save the Whales t- shirt, and everyone else was wearing robes of assorted colors. An older, more-wrinkled Madam Rosmerta greeted Hermione. "Why, is that you, Hermione Granger?" asked Madam Rosmerta. "Madam Rosmerta!" Hermione said, reaching over to hug her past. "How are you?" "No, how are you, m'dear? Nobody's seen you since you left Hogwarts!" "Oh.well.Harry and I had a fall-out, and I thought it best to leave then, but now.I can't take it anymore. I've got to be where I belong." "That's the spirit, my girl! Now, what can I get you? A butterbeer, perhaps?" Hermione smiled gratefully, and accepted the tasty beverage. She sat down in a corner where she could see everyone. There were hardly any students around, and Hermione couldn't figure it out until she realized it was a Friday afternoon, and students couldn't come in till later. There were plenty of wizards, however, and some looked rather familiar. Hermione's heart leapt when she saw her old friend Parvati Patil. "Parvati!" she cried out in shock. "Is that you?" The beautiful woman with long, flowing black hair turned around, and smiled as soon as she saw who it was. "Hermione! Hermione Granger! Oh my god! You look so incredibly different! Come over here, now!" Hermione happily obliged. She was home. Oh, she was home. She walked over to Parvati's table. Parvati was not alone. A handsome man sat with her. "Who's this?" Hermione asked, glancing at the man. "This is my fiancé! Do you not recognize him?" Hermione looked over again, this time really processing his features. "Seamus! You're getting married to Seamus?" "Hey, Hermione," Seamus said, grinning. "Long time no see. You know, we talked about you a bit after you left."
"Oh really? Like what?" "Speculating where you were, for one," Parvati interrupted, sounding a little angry. "You just up and left without telling anyone. Everyone was devastated.especially.Harry. He said he was responsible." Hermione frowned. "Oh.speaking of the devil, do you know where he is?" "Harry, you mean?" Seamus said. "He lives pretty close by. I just had lunch with him last week. If you want, we'll take you there." Hermione closed her eyes, not sure if she was ready to see Harry or not. Then suddenly, in a burst of willpower, she decided that she was. "Yeah, that would be great."
A few hours later, Hermione was nervously standing in front of a huge mansion. "He calls this a house?" she muttered weakly, thinking of her messy apartment. Nevertheless, she walked up and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, a shapely, gorgeous woman opened it. Hermione stared at her. She looked so familiar, and then Hermione saw her eyes. She'd know those black eyes anywhere. They were the only eyes that were truly black. Evil. Hermione suddenly felt chills caressing her spine, but she didn't back down. "I need to see Harry," she said softly. The woman scrutinized her, but finally answered. "May I know who this is?" "An old friend. Just tell him that, please." The woman scowled deeply, but seated Hermione in one of the dens, and left. Hermione shuddered as she looked around the contemporary room. It was all so soft and pretty, but this woman ruined it. Hermione now knew perfectly well who she was. Valery Fox. Harry was probably married to that horrible woman and Hermione knew that his life would be in danger. Suddenly she heard a noise and a tall, handsome man entered the room. "Harry?" Hermione gasped.
~ Please let me know what you think before I continue. I promise, I've got a good idea and I'm going to continue and everything will be a lot more interesting, but before I do, I've got to know if there's any point (do I have any readers???!)
