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Disclaimer: Do I sound like the kind of girl who has a black convertible? No, I don't own it, or anything else relevant to Harry Potter. I do own this plot, and a neat Harry Potter calendar though!
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Lupin frowned a tear in his eye, "Hermione, they're dead."
Hermione nearly fell unconscious, "D-de-dead?" She stuttered her horror showing in her eyes and body language. She straightened herself up, wiping a tear from her eye, "And how may I ask, did they die?"
Lupin thought for a second and then replied, "Hermione, they died in a dreadful car accident. A school bus off of the main road and hit two cars a parked side by side getting ready to cross the intersection. All five people in the cars died. However the school bus driver and all the little children inside survived with no more than cuts and bruises."
Hermione became angry. She knew it wasn't those little kids fault, but she couldn't help but feel anger towards them. "So where am I to live? There's no way that I'm moving back to my old house with all the memories…"
"Yes, I've been thinking about that and I decided to get you a flat here in London. You can find Muggle work or our kind of work, as long as you keep the secret. You are allowed to use your magic since you are of age, but I highly request you use it as little as possible. The less you use it, the less chance you have of being found. But nonetheless, you can use it," Lupin stood up, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a folded piece of paper, and then pulled out four sets of keys. "Here is a map to your flat and here are your keys."
Hermione's brows wrinkled, "Four sets of keys? Why?"
Lupin smiled, "Two for your flat, and two for your new car." He gestured out the window to a black convertible with white interior.
Hermione reached up and hugged her old Professor, "Thank you, very much." Hermione went to gather her things but stood abruptly, "How long has it they've been dead?"
Lupin frowned, "On the morning of your sixteenth birthday…was the crash." He turned and started walking a way. A crowd of old women with red hats walked by, and when they finally passed, Lupin was no where to be seen.
Hermione couldn't help but let a tear slide down her face as she drifted in the direction of her new car.
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When Hermione followed the map she surprisingly found herself on the rich side of town. She smiled to herself, 'Well this would explain the convertible, I guess.' She parked in front of a seven story building, 'Building M' to be exact. It was a large building with neatly cut grass and a large pool around back.
Hermione felt anger well up inside of her as she watched the little children swimming around, "Hopefully I won't have to look at that all summer…" she mumbled to herself.
"Would you like some help there?" Hermione whirled around to face the man who had just spoken to her in an American accent. A tall teenager, she guessed about 19 maybe 20.
"Um yeah, I'm looking for…"she unfolded the paper looking for her new address, "I'm looking for Suite C, Building M. Do you think you could possibly help me?" Hermione smiled sweetly. The man was very well-toned. 'I wish you could show me a little more than that, too!' Hermione thought.
He blushed, "Miss, maybe we should just stick to your room for now…you are a witch aren't you?" He studied her face, "By the name of Hermione Granger I believe!"
Hermione did a double take, "Wha--how--what?"
The man smiled, "I'm sorry, let me explain myself. I just transferred from America; I'm going to go to Durmstrang for my last year of schooling but decided to get a job here in London first. At my school we, uh, specialize in Divination. I saw it in the stars I was to meet one of beauty, but never before have the stars lied. You are not a beauty, but a radiant goddess."
Hermione blushed, "Um, Suite C?"
He picked up her bag and started carrying it towards the building, "Of course. I'm Derek by the way."
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As Derek was leading her up the stairs she couldn't help but stare. His chestnut hair reflected the sun making glow. She shook her head as if to rid it of all thoughts. 'This is the last thing you need right now' she reminded herself. Derek looked over his shoulder a confused look on his face, but kept on walking.
After climbing four sets of stairs they reached Suite C on the fourth floor. Derek set down her bags in front of her door, "Here you are Miss Granger." Hermione turned and set her bags down, also, and was now rummaging through her purse for the key card. "Thanks so much. Would you like to…,"Hermione looked up, key card in hand and didn't see Derek anywhere. "…Come in. I guess not!"
She opened the door and nearly fainted on the spot. For what she saw inside was not what, or should I say whom she was expecting.
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Woo-hoo! Two down, only Malfoy knows how many more to go! Hehe, Malfoy….anyway, please read and review. I got one review, and that's the only reason I kept on writing. Now don't you feel special Kibbles? Lol, well, I'm off to try and write more before I have to start getting ready for that retched thing called school. Ta-ta!
Love always---raerae64
