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Time Changes Everything
Chapter 1
"Now I'm sure you all know the story of Harry Potter 'the boy who lived' and Voldemort. But in this class we will be studying the historical ramifications of the first and second risings of Voldemort and their effects on the wizarding world. If you could... Yes Miss Lyle?"
"Professor Granger, didn't you go to school with Harry Potter?"
"Yes, Miss Lyle... I went to school with Harry Potter but right now...." At that moment the bell rang and the class scampered out. Hermione let out a sigh, shook her head and moved to erase the blackboard of the subjects she had gone over in her History of Magic course that day.
It has been a long day in the classroom for one Hermione Granger. Two classes of Slytherin/Ravenclaw and a class Hufflepuff/Gryffindor was enough to tire out even the most industrious of teachers. She often over the years had thought that Professor Binns was better off dead and oblivious than trying to teach the subject of history to students who just didn't care. She knew she got awfully tired of teaching the little buggers. Binns had been retired for the past 6 years after he has turned over the class to his then apprentice Hermione.
The students were in many ways sad to see Binns go; after all their free nap time was definitely curtailed by Hermione's lectures. She actually expected them to pay attention. If they didn't she had no qualms about assign detentions early and often. Once the students had gotten used to her no nonsense personality things had gone quite smoothly.
On this particular Tuesday Hermione collected the essays the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors had just turned in and tidied her desk. She looked over them quickly in disgust. That was one thing she hated about her job. Reading essays from idiot children who didn't care about history or anything even remotely related to the subject. She threw them on her desk and left her class. It was almost time for dinner and she could definitely use a break. If she had had the time she would have stopped by her rooms for a quick drink but Minerva required teachers to be on time and ducking out for a quick rum and Coke did not an excuse make. Her parents were kind enough to ship Hermione both the rum and the Coke. Muggles were good for something. They defiantly did alcohol better than wizards. Tonight's dinner was shepherds pie and that had been her favorite ever since she had come to Hogwarts as a student. That would have to suffice.
Thoughts of her time as a student always made her think of her best friends from that time, the aforementioned Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. It had been a painful subject for years but now the feeling had faded to an ache that was bearable. They had both died at the hands of Voldemort in the final battle. Ron had jumped in front of Harry right as Voldemort threw the killing curse at Harry. Harry at the same moment threw the killing curse at Voldemort. Something happened that no one was ever able to explain but the result was that the two curses collided and exploded killing the three of them instantly. At the time Hermione had been unconscious in the hospital wing and had heard of the battle second hand from Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister.
Throwing off the thoughts, thinking them at that moment would do no one any good, what was done was done Hermione made her way to the Great Hall for dinner. She walked into the Great Hall from the teachers' entrance and looked at the High Table. So much had changed from her times as a student and she sighed in regret. She looked at the Head chair and spied Minerva looking deep in thought at her goblet. Dumbledore had fallen at the hands of Voldemort right before Harry and Ron in the final battle. Since then Minerva McGonagall had taken over the running of Hogwarts and done a fine job. The staff sometimes thought her slightly stiff in her manner at staff meetings but the meetings were conducted swiftly and with little fanfare. Next to her sat Filius Flitwick, teacher of Charms and Deputy Headmaster. He was a little slower then in her school days and slightly more subdued but he still taught Charms from his stack of books and the children still loved him. Further down the table sat some of the newer members of the staff. Alastor Fox and Ginny Weasley. Ginny was her best friend in school and still was here on staff. She had trained as a Mediwitch after the war and had taken over after Madam Pomfrey had died of a mysterious aliment 3 years before. Alastor had taken over as the Transfiguration professor after Minerva had become the Headmistress. He was in his 60's and was a very kind fellow. Ginny and Hermione got on very well with him and liked to sit with him at the Quidditch matches, he as a fellow Gryffindor was great fun and he slightly reminded them of the Quidditch obsessed Ron and Harry.
The faces not at the table were the hardest to bear. Madame Sprout, Professors Sinistra, Vector and Lupin where absent and had been since she had started teaching. They had all died in the final battle defending the students from one of Voldemort's attacks. Hagrid was also lost in the final battle trying to defend Dumbledore.
Hermione looked to the seat next to Alastor and saw the person she was looking forward to seeing. Hermione had not had much romance since her time at Hogwarts. First there was the short war with Voldemort after her graduation, then her apprenticeship with Binns and then her time as a fulltime teacher. She had been and still was the youngest teacher at the school and the next closest in age was 20 years her senior. Also not in her favor was the bushy hair and pudgy body that she had acquired over the years. She was a bookworm and liked being a bookworm. It just seemed like too much trouble to get up early and to exercises when her bed was so warm. She just didn't care enough about appearance, either in herself or the men she dated. She wanted intelligence and wit and be damned the package it came in. Over the years she had acquired a tad of bitterness and sarcasm in her demeanor that seemed to put men off. So at 29 she was starting to wonder if romance had passed her by. But things had started changed over the last few weeks. The Potions Master had started to show some interest in the young woman and she found it highly flattering.
It was true that she had known him for some time and that to the outside world he was dark, brooding and sarcastic but to her he seemed to be thawing in his manner. When they talked at dinner he seemed to care about her opinions and let her speak her mind freely without the typical eye glazing she sometimes got with her other colleagues when she got going on a subject. It was also enjoyable to listen to his academic interests. Potions had always interested her and it was nice to talk to someone so knowledgeable. They still traded barbed conversation but that was what Hermione liked about him. He wasn't scared off by her smart mouth.
She said hello to her colleagues as she passed them on the way to her seat next to the Potions Master. He looked to be in a bad mood but then that was his regular expression. As she sat she noticed that he was pushing his food around on his plate and looked to be thinking over some important matter.
"Hello Professor. How are you this evening? Any accidents of note?"
"Good evening, Professor Granger. I am as well as could be expected after a trying day in the dungeons. And for your information for once young Calley did not melt a cauldron today. It was a banner day for Hufflepuff."
Hermione smirked and started into her plate of shepherds pie. She had learned over the course of their acquaintance that it was best to leave him be until he was ready to talk, otherwise, sarcastic or not he was liable to turn into a surly bat. Since he wasn't being very communicative she turned to her other side and started a discussion with Alastor and Ginny. The Potions Master was quiet through this but after about 10 minutes he cleared his throat to get her attention.
Hermione turned back to him and gave him her full attention. He looked nervous about something and said very formally, "Professor... Hermione... we have known each other for a long while as colleagues. I would like to get to know you better on a personal level. I feel we have a lot in common and could progress to a more intimate level if the feeling was mutual. So bearing this in mind would you be agreeable to taking a walk about the lake this evening?"
Hermione was highly shocked at his forthright manner. She knew that they had become better friends over the past few weeks and was happy to hear that he had been having the same thoughts as she. She had always thought it would take a considerable amount of time to get past his reserve and to this point.
The Potions Master was looking slightly pale when she didn't answer right away and when she realized she hadn't answered said answered just as formally, "That sounds like a very pleasant diversion. What time should I meet you at the entrance Professor Manheim?"
AN1: Now you might be a little upset with the first few chapters, but I swear this is SS/HG. I don't think an older wiser Hermione could be happier with anyone else.
AN2: This is my first story so be gentle but honest. If this is any good I have 3 other chapter coming and more coming quick. Thanks for reading!
Time Changes Everything
Chapter 1
"Now I'm sure you all know the story of Harry Potter 'the boy who lived' and Voldemort. But in this class we will be studying the historical ramifications of the first and second risings of Voldemort and their effects on the wizarding world. If you could... Yes Miss Lyle?"
"Professor Granger, didn't you go to school with Harry Potter?"
"Yes, Miss Lyle... I went to school with Harry Potter but right now...." At that moment the bell rang and the class scampered out. Hermione let out a sigh, shook her head and moved to erase the blackboard of the subjects she had gone over in her History of Magic course that day.
It has been a long day in the classroom for one Hermione Granger. Two classes of Slytherin/Ravenclaw and a class Hufflepuff/Gryffindor was enough to tire out even the most industrious of teachers. She often over the years had thought that Professor Binns was better off dead and oblivious than trying to teach the subject of history to students who just didn't care. She knew she got awfully tired of teaching the little buggers. Binns had been retired for the past 6 years after he has turned over the class to his then apprentice Hermione.
The students were in many ways sad to see Binns go; after all their free nap time was definitely curtailed by Hermione's lectures. She actually expected them to pay attention. If they didn't she had no qualms about assign detentions early and often. Once the students had gotten used to her no nonsense personality things had gone quite smoothly.
On this particular Tuesday Hermione collected the essays the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors had just turned in and tidied her desk. She looked over them quickly in disgust. That was one thing she hated about her job. Reading essays from idiot children who didn't care about history or anything even remotely related to the subject. She threw them on her desk and left her class. It was almost time for dinner and she could definitely use a break. If she had had the time she would have stopped by her rooms for a quick drink but Minerva required teachers to be on time and ducking out for a quick rum and Coke did not an excuse make. Her parents were kind enough to ship Hermione both the rum and the Coke. Muggles were good for something. They defiantly did alcohol better than wizards. Tonight's dinner was shepherds pie and that had been her favorite ever since she had come to Hogwarts as a student. That would have to suffice.
Thoughts of her time as a student always made her think of her best friends from that time, the aforementioned Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. It had been a painful subject for years but now the feeling had faded to an ache that was bearable. They had both died at the hands of Voldemort in the final battle. Ron had jumped in front of Harry right as Voldemort threw the killing curse at Harry. Harry at the same moment threw the killing curse at Voldemort. Something happened that no one was ever able to explain but the result was that the two curses collided and exploded killing the three of them instantly. At the time Hermione had been unconscious in the hospital wing and had heard of the battle second hand from Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister.
Throwing off the thoughts, thinking them at that moment would do no one any good, what was done was done Hermione made her way to the Great Hall for dinner. She walked into the Great Hall from the teachers' entrance and looked at the High Table. So much had changed from her times as a student and she sighed in regret. She looked at the Head chair and spied Minerva looking deep in thought at her goblet. Dumbledore had fallen at the hands of Voldemort right before Harry and Ron in the final battle. Since then Minerva McGonagall had taken over the running of Hogwarts and done a fine job. The staff sometimes thought her slightly stiff in her manner at staff meetings but the meetings were conducted swiftly and with little fanfare. Next to her sat Filius Flitwick, teacher of Charms and Deputy Headmaster. He was a little slower then in her school days and slightly more subdued but he still taught Charms from his stack of books and the children still loved him. Further down the table sat some of the newer members of the staff. Alastor Fox and Ginny Weasley. Ginny was her best friend in school and still was here on staff. She had trained as a Mediwitch after the war and had taken over after Madam Pomfrey had died of a mysterious aliment 3 years before. Alastor had taken over as the Transfiguration professor after Minerva had become the Headmistress. He was in his 60's and was a very kind fellow. Ginny and Hermione got on very well with him and liked to sit with him at the Quidditch matches, he as a fellow Gryffindor was great fun and he slightly reminded them of the Quidditch obsessed Ron and Harry.
The faces not at the table were the hardest to bear. Madame Sprout, Professors Sinistra, Vector and Lupin where absent and had been since she had started teaching. They had all died in the final battle defending the students from one of Voldemort's attacks. Hagrid was also lost in the final battle trying to defend Dumbledore.
Hermione looked to the seat next to Alastor and saw the person she was looking forward to seeing. Hermione had not had much romance since her time at Hogwarts. First there was the short war with Voldemort after her graduation, then her apprenticeship with Binns and then her time as a fulltime teacher. She had been and still was the youngest teacher at the school and the next closest in age was 20 years her senior. Also not in her favor was the bushy hair and pudgy body that she had acquired over the years. She was a bookworm and liked being a bookworm. It just seemed like too much trouble to get up early and to exercises when her bed was so warm. She just didn't care enough about appearance, either in herself or the men she dated. She wanted intelligence and wit and be damned the package it came in. Over the years she had acquired a tad of bitterness and sarcasm in her demeanor that seemed to put men off. So at 29 she was starting to wonder if romance had passed her by. But things had started changed over the last few weeks. The Potions Master had started to show some interest in the young woman and she found it highly flattering.
It was true that she had known him for some time and that to the outside world he was dark, brooding and sarcastic but to her he seemed to be thawing in his manner. When they talked at dinner he seemed to care about her opinions and let her speak her mind freely without the typical eye glazing she sometimes got with her other colleagues when she got going on a subject. It was also enjoyable to listen to his academic interests. Potions had always interested her and it was nice to talk to someone so knowledgeable. They still traded barbed conversation but that was what Hermione liked about him. He wasn't scared off by her smart mouth.
She said hello to her colleagues as she passed them on the way to her seat next to the Potions Master. He looked to be in a bad mood but then that was his regular expression. As she sat she noticed that he was pushing his food around on his plate and looked to be thinking over some important matter.
"Hello Professor. How are you this evening? Any accidents of note?"
"Good evening, Professor Granger. I am as well as could be expected after a trying day in the dungeons. And for your information for once young Calley did not melt a cauldron today. It was a banner day for Hufflepuff."
Hermione smirked and started into her plate of shepherds pie. She had learned over the course of their acquaintance that it was best to leave him be until he was ready to talk, otherwise, sarcastic or not he was liable to turn into a surly bat. Since he wasn't being very communicative she turned to her other side and started a discussion with Alastor and Ginny. The Potions Master was quiet through this but after about 10 minutes he cleared his throat to get her attention.
Hermione turned back to him and gave him her full attention. He looked nervous about something and said very formally, "Professor... Hermione... we have known each other for a long while as colleagues. I would like to get to know you better on a personal level. I feel we have a lot in common and could progress to a more intimate level if the feeling was mutual. So bearing this in mind would you be agreeable to taking a walk about the lake this evening?"
Hermione was highly shocked at his forthright manner. She knew that they had become better friends over the past few weeks and was happy to hear that he had been having the same thoughts as she. She had always thought it would take a considerable amount of time to get past his reserve and to this point.
The Potions Master was looking slightly pale when she didn't answer right away and when she realized she hadn't answered said answered just as formally, "That sounds like a very pleasant diversion. What time should I meet you at the entrance Professor Manheim?"
AN1: Now you might be a little upset with the first few chapters, but I swear this is SS/HG. I don't think an older wiser Hermione could be happier with anyone else.
AN2: This is my first story so be gentle but honest. If this is any good I have 3 other chapter coming and more coming quick. Thanks for reading!