Home Again
Summary: Someone from Hermione's past returns. R/Hr.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, fun right?
A/N: I got this wicked idea talking to my cousin Iliana. It's gonna be kinda weird so bear with me ya'll. It's good though, trust.
Chapter 4: Looks Can Be Deceiving
Ron walked warily outside. Most of Voldemort's supporters were dead, but some were still living underground holding grudges against the rest of the wizarding world. He saw a cloaked figure and reached for his wand.
"No need for that Mr. Weasley." The cloaked stranger said, holding up a hand. "I won't hurt you."
Ron shot the figure a weird look. "Do I know you?"
The man chuckled. "It would be a shame if you did not." The figure turned around, facing Ron.
"Professor Dumbledore?!" Ron exclaimed.
Dumbledore put a finger to his lips. "Not so loud my boy. I shouldn't even being seeing you right now."
Ron was confused. But I saw him go down. I checked for a pulse. There wasn't one.
"Now Mr. Weasley. Don't you know that looks can be deceiving?"
Ron noticed the twinkle in the old man's eyes and immediately knew that it had to be Albus Dumbledore.
"Professor..."
"Please Mr. Weasley, call me Albus." The old man interrupted, pulling out a bag that was, most likely, filled with lemon drops.
"Albus...why did you fake your death?" Ron asked.
"Ah, the inevitable question. Tell me, Mr. Weasley, why do you think I faked my death?" Albus challenged.
Oh yeah, this was Dumbledore. No mistaking him. "I don't know. That's why I'm asking you."
"I see you haven't changed that much since I last talked to you." Dumbledore put a lemon drop in his mouth before closing the bag and putting it away.
"Albus, I saw you. You were dead."
"Ah, yes, well about that." Dumbledore motioned for Ron to follow him. "Let's take a walk, shall we?"
Don't worry, more is on the way. And soon, might I add.