Miss Granger or…?
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: All the Harry Potter world is not mine. It is lovely JK's.
A/N: This is my first fic that I have written in English, please be gentle.
Many thank to thegreylady (I once read your mail to someone about create a new story that is how I am here.)
"Who?" The potion master asked the head master.
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore answered, without twinkle in his eyes he looks 100 years older than before "Her parents owled me yesterday morning."
Snape frowned "Miss Granger doesn't know how to Apparate, does she?"
"I guess not. She may know the theory but to practice I think not" Dumbledore held his hand appointed seeing the questioning look on the potion master face "according to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley just owled to Miss Granger right after she was missed asking if she can join them at the burrow, so I believe they do not know about the missing."
Snape massaged his temples. He just cannot get rid of the golden trio even it was summer vacation.
'If I know this is Potter and Weasley's prank, I swear I will hex them to oblivion' he thought bitterly.
He sighed, "So what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to see if deateater or Voldemort was involved in Miss Granger's missing," Dumbledore looked at his potion master strangely as if he wanted to say something but thought better of it. Then he added "and you know that even Minerva doesn't know about this yet, Severus."
Snape nodded. He knew Dumbledore didn't tell him all, but he didn't want to push him if the headmaster thought he should know than he would tell.
Hermione Granger opened her eyes, but all she can see was darkness. She shut her eyes and opened them again to adjust to the new surrounding. She saw that she was in a small room; right in front of her was a closed door barely fit a person body. Then at both the right and the left side of her were just the walls without window, just as she turned to see the back that she realized she was tied both hands to the bedpost, suddenly fear run through her spin.
'Why am I here?' She asked herself. She remembered reading her new book at her home when... when an owl? Yes, a black angle owl carried a packet wrapped in black velvet paper to her. The packet did not have name of the sender just her name written in an unfamiliar handwriting. She thought for a while and decided to unwrap the packet, "Oh that is stupid of me," She moaned when remember unwrapped the packet and find out it was a port key, "what should I do now?" She asked herself, but her train of thought barely reached a conclusion when the small door swung open.
A/N: How was it? I have changed some spelling and grammar. Please review.