As a frail twenty something year old went up the twisted stairs with the most distressed face a person had ever seen. A beauty lay behind the large glasses she wore, and as students passed she looked down at all the large books she had, The one thing she had. As she stepped up the stairs her foot fell behind her and her books went flying to many locations. Inconsiderate teenagers watched her as she collected her books. No one asked her if she needed, or showed sympathy, all too absorbed into their own minds and worlds. After collecting her books she continued up the stairs, a pinched face with no expression was all anyone would see.
Inside was a strong, intelligent person with emotions, depth and compassion, but on the outside was not a real person, a person who would hide not fight. Her inspiration had been lost. The people who meant the most to her had been swept away, taken from her. She no longer questions because she no longer wants to know. Although no one will no the wonders that she thinks of or the way that she really feels I still see a ray of hope. Hope for new ways. Hope for the way it use to be to return, stronger than ever before.
As she approached the door waiting to greet her class she had one last deep breath. The thoughts that were flying must halt for now. She must do her job, as transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry it is her duty to educate these witches and wizards. As she entered the class they all continued to talk and discuss between each other. It was not until two minutes after she had entered did anyone notice. Anyone notice she was there. A boy about her height approached her and said, "Miss Granger, I really feel that for my paper a 'C' is a little unnecessary," Hermione looked at him and studied his facial features, ones that she never knew he had. She looked at him and then started to show why he received his mark, but like always appeared to be pre-occupied.
Hermione violently rolled on to her side and woke up. She looked around. She knew it was her room, and it wasn't anywhere different. She woke up, and looked in the mirror into her eyes the same eyes she always had. She was still 17. But why did that dream seem so real? Was it real? Is this my destiny I am to fulfill?