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Never underestimate a Granger
Everybody's favourite boy-who-lived was sitting patiently with his trusty companions, red headed chess whiz 'Ronald Weasley' known to some as Ron and the ever studious 'know-it-all' Hermione Granger. Were waiting for the start of year feast to start, as the last new first years were sorted Harry's eyes swept the teachers table searching for the new teacher that was inevitable. There she was sitting there calmly sat between Snape and Flitwick she looked of average height and build nothing about her was different or odd but then her eyes looked up and connected with his they were deep brown eyes that seemed to read Harry's very soul and just as suddenly as she had looked up she looked down again.
Harry became aware of Dumbledore giving his welcoming speech "....and I welcome our new defence against the dark arts teacher professor Gr- "Green" a well cultured feminine voice interrupted -indeed Professor Green" Dumbledore concluded
again Harry's eyes landed on the new teacher she now stood and Harry noticed this teachers robes were not the usual style they were tighter form fitting with a slight skirt on the legs and harry could swear they were made of leather! Beside him he heard Hermione mutter something "what?" he asked her "nothing "she quickly replied "I was just hoping that this year would not have you barely finishing with your life yet I doubt that will happen especially with this new teacher Professor Green" "what makes you say that Hermione?" said Ron looking confused "umm...nothing just look at the way she's dressed" "oh" then luckily to forestall anymore questions the feast began and all three tucked in with very healthy appetites.
At the teachers table watching the trio from behind small oval glasses with black frames sat Professor Green let me take this moment to describe her. Her glasses housed intelligent brown eyes her hair was short and black a black that was obviously out of a bottle her back was straight and she was not pretty or ugly it was a face you could forget as she watched the three she thought back to what had been said by the other teachers about them they seemed to excel in getting into one scrape after another then a spectacular finish for the end of year she could tell that this year was going to be interesting. But she could help finding it disbelieving and pathetic that the wizarding worlds best hope and chance lay in the head heart and hands of a 16 year old Gryffindor boy, a very interesting year indeed.
Hundreds of miles away fortressed away within his lair Lord Voldemort sat with his beautiful and deadly snake "yes" he wheezed this year was going to be very interesting he finally would be able to defeat that pathetic Gryffindor brat that had so far escaped some of his bests ploys and plans well this year would be different and the wizarding world would be left pathetic without hope once more at his complete mercy, of course being the darkest wizard alive he had very little if any at all. In the dark of night the dark lord smiled to himself once again he would be feared above all else
That night as Harry was falling to sleep he hoped that this year would uneventful boring even would be an improvement and he fell asleep dreaming of riding clouds with winds blowing. Ron however fell asleep within seconds of his head touching the pillow dreaming of another magnificent feast snoring gently. But Hermione did not dram or snore or even read she tossed and turned in the thrall of a nightmare and awoke late at night or early in the morning breathing heavily with a sinking heart she suddenly was very afraid of what the year would bring.
Authors note: hi all this is my very first fanfic so please play nice!! I have ideas for where I'm going to go with this hopefully I wont take long to update please read and review constructive criticism welcomed
Never underestimate a Granger
Everybody's favourite boy-who-lived was sitting patiently with his trusty companions, red headed chess whiz 'Ronald Weasley' known to some as Ron and the ever studious 'know-it-all' Hermione Granger. Were waiting for the start of year feast to start, as the last new first years were sorted Harry's eyes swept the teachers table searching for the new teacher that was inevitable. There she was sitting there calmly sat between Snape and Flitwick she looked of average height and build nothing about her was different or odd but then her eyes looked up and connected with his they were deep brown eyes that seemed to read Harry's very soul and just as suddenly as she had looked up she looked down again.
Harry became aware of Dumbledore giving his welcoming speech "....and I welcome our new defence against the dark arts teacher professor Gr- "Green" a well cultured feminine voice interrupted -indeed Professor Green" Dumbledore concluded
again Harry's eyes landed on the new teacher she now stood and Harry noticed this teachers robes were not the usual style they were tighter form fitting with a slight skirt on the legs and harry could swear they were made of leather! Beside him he heard Hermione mutter something "what?" he asked her "nothing "she quickly replied "I was just hoping that this year would not have you barely finishing with your life yet I doubt that will happen especially with this new teacher Professor Green" "what makes you say that Hermione?" said Ron looking confused "umm...nothing just look at the way she's dressed" "oh" then luckily to forestall anymore questions the feast began and all three tucked in with very healthy appetites.
At the teachers table watching the trio from behind small oval glasses with black frames sat Professor Green let me take this moment to describe her. Her glasses housed intelligent brown eyes her hair was short and black a black that was obviously out of a bottle her back was straight and she was not pretty or ugly it was a face you could forget as she watched the three she thought back to what had been said by the other teachers about them they seemed to excel in getting into one scrape after another then a spectacular finish for the end of year she could tell that this year was going to be interesting. But she could help finding it disbelieving and pathetic that the wizarding worlds best hope and chance lay in the head heart and hands of a 16 year old Gryffindor boy, a very interesting year indeed.
Hundreds of miles away fortressed away within his lair Lord Voldemort sat with his beautiful and deadly snake "yes" he wheezed this year was going to be very interesting he finally would be able to defeat that pathetic Gryffindor brat that had so far escaped some of his bests ploys and plans well this year would be different and the wizarding world would be left pathetic without hope once more at his complete mercy, of course being the darkest wizard alive he had very little if any at all. In the dark of night the dark lord smiled to himself once again he would be feared above all else
That night as Harry was falling to sleep he hoped that this year would uneventful boring even would be an improvement and he fell asleep dreaming of riding clouds with winds blowing. Ron however fell asleep within seconds of his head touching the pillow dreaming of another magnificent feast snoring gently. But Hermione did not dram or snore or even read she tossed and turned in the thrall of a nightmare and awoke late at night or early in the morning breathing heavily with a sinking heart she suddenly was very afraid of what the year would bring.
Authors note: hi all this is my very first fanfic so please play nice!! I have ideas for where I'm going to go with this hopefully I wont take long to update please read and review constructive criticism welcomed