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Summary: Hermione learns something extraordinary about herself and her past. She struggles to find out the meaning of life. Can a misunderstood soul help her? (SS/HG)
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*The Meaning of Life: Chapter 1*
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It was Hermione's birthday. Her 18th birthday. She was a year older than Harry and the other 7th years where because of her timeturner. It added a year onto her life. We find them eating their dinner on her special day. Hermione wasn't feeling her best. She felt nervous, but she didn't know why. Her parents had told her she was adopted. They found her with a dying woman.
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"I'm going. I don't feel so good." She said suddenly. Her eyelids dropped a bit.
"No. Stay Hermione! Please?" Ron pleaded. He had his puppy dog eyes on. Harry looked concerned. His green eyes sparkled when Hermione's face lit up a bit. He thought she should go if she wanted to.
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"Ok."
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"So Harry, when you did a Silent Attack on Malfoy, I saw . . ." Harry looked amazed at Ron as he told his epic tale.
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She sat in silence staring at her food, while Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch. She glanced up at the Head Table to see Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore talking quietly. All the other teachers except Professor Snape were chatting loudly. Professor Snape actually looked somewhere near sadness. This sight broke her heart. She didn't know why, though. He was Snape for God's Sake! Why would she even be caring ab---
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Her thoughts were washed out of her mind as if the ocean had reached high tide on a beach. She didn't know what was going on. Ron and Harry looked perplexidly at Hermione's strange behavior. Her eyes began to glow a faint blue. She felt herself being lifted a few inches from her seat. A golden spark lit above her head it formed into a circular shape. The student body was now staring at Hermione. So were the teachers. She felt something on her back. She looked and found beautiful white wings. Her eyes were now completely blue. She had no pupil and no white. She just realized, she, Hermione Granger, a know-it-all muggle born witch, was an Angel!
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She spread her newly found wings out, like a young bird. She slowly flapped her white wings. She raised her self above the heads of Ron and Harry. She began to walk on air. Gracefully she placed her foot upon the air with utmost care. One could even see the air bend. Professor McGonagall looked at her with amazement as if to remember her from somewhere else. It looked as if Professor Snape was suffering from a repressed memory. Hermione had seen the look on his face before on her fathers. Her thoughts were once more washed away as her hair fanned out behind her as if there was a small breeze. She put her hands up and started muttering words. A purple mist was forming between her hands.
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From above came a heavenly body. An angel far prettier than a human could ever be. Everyone stared in shock. In a loud, yet soft voice the mist spoke.
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"My child, I knew that I would see you once again. Even us Angels are not immortal. You look exactly like I thought you would," she said in a motherly tone. Hermione smiled a bit, as her supposed mother looked around the hall, "My dear child. Your aunt is here. My sister. Minerva. I have to leave you now. I will see you at the gates of Heaven. Goodbye my sweet child." The angel faded away. Hermione walked towards the head table, but collapsed halfway there. Professor McGonagall rushed towards her body. Hermione's wings were still spread out. All the professors began to walk to her sound body. Professor Dumbledore held up a hand for them to stop.
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Professor McGonagall looked into Hermione's closed eyes and muttered something about Athena's child. After three minutes of soft whispering, Hermione slowly opened her eyes. Professor looked sadly down at her.
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"You are Athena's child."
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"Athena?"
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"Your mother." Harry and Ron stood up and began to run over to Hermione, but were stopped by Dumbledore.
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"Are you related to her?"
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"My sister, in fact."
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"Where is she?"
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"Dead. Killed by someone in here." Professor McGonagall said, tears coming to her eyes. Hermione looked scared.
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"Who?"
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"You find out soon enough."
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"Am I an angel?"
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"Yes."
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"Did my mother name me something other than Hermione?" Professor McGonagall smiled at her sadly. Everyone just stared at the two. Professor Snape looked livid.
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"Yes, child. She named you Moonshadow."
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"So you are my aunt?"
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"Yes."
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"So I get to call you Aunt. . . Minerva?" Professor Dumbledore chuckled softly. 'Aunt Minerva' just smiled at her. Hermione slowly got up. She looked at her wings once again and flapped them.
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"Are you an Angel, Pro- Aunt Minerva?" She did not answer. She merely concentrated. Her wings appeared slowly. The shone a green light. "I'll take that as a yes."
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Hermione bent down to the floor. It was cold. She shivered slightly. She got up and looked around herself. She saw Harry and Ron staring in disbelief. The Slytherins were smirking oddly. She didn't look towards the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws though. She glanced at the teachers. Most of them had sad smiles upon their faces. However, Professor Snape's face was livid and full of anger. Her head began to swim and she fell once more.
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Hermione woke up and found herself under crisp white sheets. She was in the hospital wing. It felt confining and uncomfortable. She saw that her wings were painfully folded underneath her. She saw an open window and had the sudden urge to go fly in the night. She struggled against her sheets and managed to hop out of the bed. She walked gracefully to the open window. She felt the cool breeze. She spread her wings and jumped. Without a sound, she was soaring over the lake.
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She saw a small figure under a tree trembling. She flew down to the other side of the lake and tested the water. She found that she didn't break the water. She could stand upon it. She walked slowly across the lake to the man. Her footsteps caused little ripples to fan out on the water surface. The night air was chilling. This feels like that muggle book I read. She pondered. The figure came into view. It was a man with a curtain of black hair. He looks familiar. The man lifted his head. His eyes widened. She that a single tear was making its way down his face. It was Professor Snape. . .
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TBC
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~A/n~
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Do you like it? I came up with idea randomly. I don't know why though. . . ( Please review!!!
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-Bob [my nickname, I assure you I am a bo- I mean girl (]
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Summary: Hermione learns something extraordinary about herself and her past. She struggles to find out the meaning of life. Can a misunderstood soul help her? (SS/HG)
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*The Meaning of Life: Chapter 1*
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It was Hermione's birthday. Her 18th birthday. She was a year older than Harry and the other 7th years where because of her timeturner. It added a year onto her life. We find them eating their dinner on her special day. Hermione wasn't feeling her best. She felt nervous, but she didn't know why. Her parents had told her she was adopted. They found her with a dying woman.
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"I'm going. I don't feel so good." She said suddenly. Her eyelids dropped a bit.
"No. Stay Hermione! Please?" Ron pleaded. He had his puppy dog eyes on. Harry looked concerned. His green eyes sparkled when Hermione's face lit up a bit. He thought she should go if she wanted to.
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"Ok."
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"So Harry, when you did a Silent Attack on Malfoy, I saw . . ." Harry looked amazed at Ron as he told his epic tale.
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She sat in silence staring at her food, while Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch. She glanced up at the Head Table to see Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore talking quietly. All the other teachers except Professor Snape were chatting loudly. Professor Snape actually looked somewhere near sadness. This sight broke her heart. She didn't know why, though. He was Snape for God's Sake! Why would she even be caring ab---
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Her thoughts were washed out of her mind as if the ocean had reached high tide on a beach. She didn't know what was going on. Ron and Harry looked perplexidly at Hermione's strange behavior. Her eyes began to glow a faint blue. She felt herself being lifted a few inches from her seat. A golden spark lit above her head it formed into a circular shape. The student body was now staring at Hermione. So were the teachers. She felt something on her back. She looked and found beautiful white wings. Her eyes were now completely blue. She had no pupil and no white. She just realized, she, Hermione Granger, a know-it-all muggle born witch, was an Angel!
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She spread her newly found wings out, like a young bird. She slowly flapped her white wings. She raised her self above the heads of Ron and Harry. She began to walk on air. Gracefully she placed her foot upon the air with utmost care. One could even see the air bend. Professor McGonagall looked at her with amazement as if to remember her from somewhere else. It looked as if Professor Snape was suffering from a repressed memory. Hermione had seen the look on his face before on her fathers. Her thoughts were once more washed away as her hair fanned out behind her as if there was a small breeze. She put her hands up and started muttering words. A purple mist was forming between her hands.
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From above came a heavenly body. An angel far prettier than a human could ever be. Everyone stared in shock. In a loud, yet soft voice the mist spoke.
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"My child, I knew that I would see you once again. Even us Angels are not immortal. You look exactly like I thought you would," she said in a motherly tone. Hermione smiled a bit, as her supposed mother looked around the hall, "My dear child. Your aunt is here. My sister. Minerva. I have to leave you now. I will see you at the gates of Heaven. Goodbye my sweet child." The angel faded away. Hermione walked towards the head table, but collapsed halfway there. Professor McGonagall rushed towards her body. Hermione's wings were still spread out. All the professors began to walk to her sound body. Professor Dumbledore held up a hand for them to stop.
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Professor McGonagall looked into Hermione's closed eyes and muttered something about Athena's child. After three minutes of soft whispering, Hermione slowly opened her eyes. Professor looked sadly down at her.
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"You are Athena's child."
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"Athena?"
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"Your mother." Harry and Ron stood up and began to run over to Hermione, but were stopped by Dumbledore.
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"Are you related to her?"
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"My sister, in fact."
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"Where is she?"
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"Dead. Killed by someone in here." Professor McGonagall said, tears coming to her eyes. Hermione looked scared.
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"Who?"
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"You find out soon enough."
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"Am I an angel?"
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"Yes."
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"Did my mother name me something other than Hermione?" Professor McGonagall smiled at her sadly. Everyone just stared at the two. Professor Snape looked livid.
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"Yes, child. She named you Moonshadow."
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"So you are my aunt?"
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"Yes."
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"So I get to call you Aunt. . . Minerva?" Professor Dumbledore chuckled softly. 'Aunt Minerva' just smiled at her. Hermione slowly got up. She looked at her wings once again and flapped them.
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"Are you an Angel, Pro- Aunt Minerva?" She did not answer. She merely concentrated. Her wings appeared slowly. The shone a green light. "I'll take that as a yes."
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Hermione bent down to the floor. It was cold. She shivered slightly. She got up and looked around herself. She saw Harry and Ron staring in disbelief. The Slytherins were smirking oddly. She didn't look towards the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws though. She glanced at the teachers. Most of them had sad smiles upon their faces. However, Professor Snape's face was livid and full of anger. Her head began to swim and she fell once more.
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~*~
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Hermione woke up and found herself under crisp white sheets. She was in the hospital wing. It felt confining and uncomfortable. She saw that her wings were painfully folded underneath her. She saw an open window and had the sudden urge to go fly in the night. She struggled against her sheets and managed to hop out of the bed. She walked gracefully to the open window. She felt the cool breeze. She spread her wings and jumped. Without a sound, she was soaring over the lake.
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She saw a small figure under a tree trembling. She flew down to the other side of the lake and tested the water. She found that she didn't break the water. She could stand upon it. She walked slowly across the lake to the man. Her footsteps caused little ripples to fan out on the water surface. The night air was chilling. This feels like that muggle book I read. She pondered. The figure came into view. It was a man with a curtain of black hair. He looks familiar. The man lifted his head. His eyes widened. She that a single tear was making its way down his face. It was Professor Snape. . .
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TBC
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~A/n~
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Do you like it? I came up with idea randomly. I don't know why though. . . ( Please review!!!
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-Bob [my nickname, I assure you I am a bo- I mean girl (]