A/N: Not mine…pouts. Harry Potter characters belong to J.K Rowling.

Chapter 1: It's not gonna change

Hermione didn't know if she could stand another year. If she could stay sane. If she could stay out of Azkaban for killing one or all of the Golden Trio. Luckily for her, this was their final year at Hogwarts before they embarked on their own world of mayhem – and finally be out of Hermione's hair.

At the age of 35, Hermione was known as the "Bat of the Dungeons", the "Fur Ball of Potion Ingredients", and "The Git of Hogwarts", but what most didn't know was that she was a "Death Eater turned Spy". Yes, Hermione Jane Granger, a pureblood Slytherin had turned spy. 'Why' you ask? Well there are many reasons, one was a motto of being a Slytherin, 'Save your own ass" secondly was, she was tired of all the damn revels, because they never brought back any males. And while Bella simply enjoyed the fact that she could cause pain to another human being, Hermione would be damned before she had her way with another woman. Another reason was Peter Petegrew. How she despised him! The sniveling worm was always staring at her and whining. Oh, the whining was enough to make a hippogriff commit suicide. And to think he betrayed Lily and James Potter.

"Oh, James, my precious James," she thought sadly.

That was the final straw that broke the thestral's back. James had been her lover, even after he married Lily. They had frequently met at the Leaky Cauldron and would have their way with one another. Why, the only reason he married Lily Evans was because he had gotten her pregnant and he had a sense of "Honor" he had to uphold. But, apparently, the honor didn't include adultery.

Then the Potter brat was born and James visited her less and less frequently. Then he disappeared, she couldn't owl him, or trace him, because he simply vanished off the face of the earth. When the news of James being killed reached her, she couldn't stomach the thought of being behind the murderers that killed her precious James, so she switched sides, just like that. She began working as the potions professor (even though she asked for the dark arts position) for Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.

Now, 17 years later, she still turned in her request for the dark arts position and was still the potions professor.

"Will things ever change?" she thought.

Hermione sat in front of the students in the Great Hall with a scowl upon her face as the first years were sorted into their houses, but she occasionally clapped for the students sorted into Slytherin. Her eyes traveled around the Great Hall and came to rest on the Golden Trio. Her scowl deepened. Bloody Potter! He was destined to too look just like his father, but he acted like his mother. He had Lily's eyes but James's hair, nose, and mouth.

"Arrogant little bastard," she hissed.

"What's that Hermione?" Remus asked, turning his head to face her.

Remus had returned at Albus's request to take the DADA position – which made Hermione hate him even more.

"Nothing," she replied, never taking her eyes off the Golden Trio.

Remus turned back around and began clapping enthusiastically as another student was sorted into Gryffindor.

Next to Potter was the Weasley boy..What was his name? Reggie, Roy? Ronald! Yes, the food-stuffing tag-along. The boy was a menace, and he couldn't make a Boil Cure potion if it bit him in the arse.

"Thank Merlin he dropped my class two years ago!"

Then her eyes feel on the last of the Trio. His head was bent over a book and his hair feel into his face, but he seemed too engrossed to brush it away. He was the bane of his career. He knew everything if it came out of a book and showed off this fact by constantly waving his hand in her class as if he would win a prize for answering the most questions. His appearance could suggest that he was a vampire of sorts: his 'greasy' shoulder length black hair, pale complexion, hooked nose, and pristine white teeth. He was Severus Snape, deemed the school know-it-all. Logically, his appearance could be explained: his hair was greasy from not washing it, he was pale simply because he was always in the damn library with his nose stuck in a book, he must have broken his nose and it was never set properly, and his parents were teeth doctors – or, as Muggles would say, Dentists.

Hermione looked to her table of Slytherin, her Death Eaters in the making. Well, not all of them were Death Eater material, but most were raised to follow in the footsteps of the mothers and fathers. Take Draco Malfoy for example – he was the only child and sole heir to the Malfoy fortune (if there was any left after the war). Hermione hated showing favoritism, but with Draco being a Malfoy and his father being Lucius, she had to put on an act – and a damn good one at that! Lucius was the prime example of a Pureblood puppet: he was the Dark Lord's gopher. All the Dark Lord had to do was say "Get this," or "Go-pher that" and it was done, no matter what the expense.

Hermione put on her best scowl as the students were sent to their rooms. She swept dramatically from the Great Hall – her black robes billowing behind her. Some wondered if she had been a dementor in a past life, because of the way her robes flowed behind her and the way she was able to suck all the happiness from a room.

The Golden Trio had stopped just outside the Great Hall when she left, chatting lively about Quidditch and how their summer had been.

"I mean, wow! It was just -wow! And then he swooped down, and it was so cool, I mean just-WO!" she heard Reggi-Ron exclaim.

"Mr. Weasley," Hermione interrupted, "does your train of thought have a caboose? Or are you going to stand here all night?"

Weasley looked like he was about to explode. He opened his mouth and Snape jabbed him in the stomach with his elbow. "Ow, what the-" Ron yelled, rubbing his stomach.

"Sorry, Professor Granger. We'll go up to our common room now," Snape said quickly.

"See that you do. Oh, and Weasley, don't let you mind wander - it's far too small to be let out on its own."

"Man, what alien forgot to remove her anal probe?" Harry asked under his breath as they made their way to the Gryffindor common room.

"10 points from Gryffindor Mr. Potter!" Hermione hissed. "I suggest you keep your comments to yourself next time."

"Yes, professor," he said through clenched teeth, then turned around and continued walking.

"Dearie, you would look so much nicer, and I bet you could find a nice man if you would do something with your hair. Maybe let it down sometime?"

"If you haven't noticed, my hair has to stay up or it could contaminate one of my potions, and I don't need a man. I'm perfectly fine with the way I look!" Hermione shouted to the mirror, and then threw a towel on top of it.

Ever since she started teaching, her style had never changed. She kept her brown hair in a tight bun and she wore black wool pants, a black button up shirt, and black outer robes. She wasn't there to "dress to impress" anyone. She was dressed for success. Okay, maybe not success, more like to scare the pants off the 1st years. Her black clothes also helped her hide in the darkest corners of the castle to catch any 'stray' students out and about for a midnight snog. She had no intention for any changes any time soon.

Hermione quickly changed into her grey nightshirt and crawled into bed. She knew it was useless to try and sleep, but there was nothing to do seeing that the term just had started. She reached over onto her nightstand and picked up the book she had been reading the night before - 'How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children'. She thought she might as well get in some 'light' reading before she resorted to a drunken induced sleep.

A/N: Hi everyone, this is an answer to the inversion challenge posted on WIKTT… I hope this is what she wanted. "ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY BETA QUEEN KIMBERLY!" She makes my fics sound right. lol .

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