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A.N. Sorry the summary was so weird. It's just that I'm posting this from the informatics lab and what do you know? At that time we are supposed to write what the teacher was says. Not to stay on the net and post fanfictions. Just when I was posting it he came around and gave 4's to all those that hadn't written anything on their notebook. Naturally I didn't have anything on my notebook. Lucky me he I don't know out of which impulse passed me. So I didn't get a 4. It wouldn't have looked good next to the 10 and 9 I already have. So hope somebody read this and I'm not posting it for no one. Well here goes nothing. Ta ta CHAPTER II The Transfiguration Mistress
The day was promising to be pretty good since nothing bad happened during the morning, even though the morning had just started. She was just preparing to go to breakfast, she had put on a black robe and not her normal blue one since she thought that made her look more important and she actually wonted to look good in front of her students. Well it was all ready, well her hair was still the same funny mess but there was nothing she could do about this, it had always been like this. She petted Crookshanks before living the room and took with her one of hers light reading books of about 2000 pages.
After getting out of her chambers she said the password and in the places of her door appeared a Gryffindor flag.
She got one of the last in the dinning room and lucky she, the only place left was right in between Snape and Malfoy. Well after all she wasn't in for a conversation but she would have appreciated if Lupin or Mrs. Weasley would had kept a seat for her, oh well this was it.
'Good morning professor Snape, good morning Malfoy!' She didn't receive any answer but as she was sitting Draco got up and turned to leave.
'Sit down Malfoy, Dumbledore is watching us and I don't think you would like to have problems with him from the first day because of this.' Snape said in a low tone.
'You might be used to having someone like her so close but I'm not, so if you'll excuse me.' Draco spat.
'No I'm not going to excuse you, so sit down or by the look on Dumbledore you'll be out of Hogwarts faster than you can say polyjuice.' he sneered, narrowing his black eyes.
'Don't worry Malfoy I'll excuse you of my presence myself' Hermione snapped and with this she got up with tears almost filling her eyes, but she managed to hide them with her fuzzy hair.
'Please don't give a show in front of the whole school Miss Granger and sit down that goes for you too Mrs. Malfoy stop acting so childish and take in count you're responsibility towards the students that see in you a model.' he snarled, turning back to his food.
Hermione looked at the Headmaster and sow the way he was watching them and realizing Snape was right at least about this she calmed a little. With her voice still shaky she asked professor Sinistra for the mashed potatoes to justify her reason for standing up, not a good one as there was another plate of mashed potatoes between her and Draco.
The rest of the breakfast went quietly. And to tell the truth, after what had happened, Hermione wasn't really hungry anymore, so she just read some chapters of the book she had brought with her 'Advanced Transfiguration for Advanced People'. It was actually an interesting book, but nothing compared to 'Hogwarts a History'.
Before she could leave she heard the Headmaster calling her: 'Miss Granger I would like you to accompany me to my office before your first class.' She got up and followed him until they reached the gargoyle. He said the password 'banana split' and a stair case appeared. Harry had had told her about Dumbledore's office many times but she had never entered it until now. It was a very interesting place and at other times she would have been very interested in it but this wasn't the time. As she entered it she could not stop thinking about the fact that it had been a very bad idea to get into that 'discussion' with Draco.
'Miss Granger I think we have some things to sort out before you start teaching.' Dumbledore started looking at her from over his study. 'Pleas take a sit, care for a tea?' he asked while pulling a tea pot out of thin air. She nodded and sat down. She didn't know what to expect. It wasn't sounding promising, but he in fact didn't seam cross. What could that mean? He was so hard to read, actually impossible to read.
'Is there anything wrong Hermione? You can tell me if there's something bothering you?'
'Look Head Master I'm sorry for my outburst today at the table it's just that Draco provoked me. I know that's a pretty lame excuse. I just couldn't control myself. He just has a way of stepping on my nerves. I just couldn't control my reaction!' she almost exploded while jumping out of her sit.
'May I know what this is all about?' he asked apprehensively. Ms. Granger was a delightfully intelligent lady, and he wished to help out should anything happen.
'You weren't referring to that?... well then it was nothing.' She replied in embarrass.
Pouring carefully some tea into his cup, he said softly, 'It's Albus, Hermione.'
She went slightly pink. 'Professor, you were the Headmaster in my
time; I can't call you by your name.. It wouldn't feel right.'
Dumbledore took a sip of tea. 'Of course, I understand. Please, have a
seat.' He motioned to the chair behind her.
'What is it that you need, Professor?' she asked, sitting.
'You know what we had talked about before. Well I had a little conversation with professor Snape. I think that the best thing to do would be for you to just go and talk to him. I can't force him and I won't force him. He might be a little apprehensive at first but I can assure you that he is what you were looking for.' He said with a twinkle in his eyes.
'Yes exactly what I was looking for, a greasy git to comment on my every move.' She thought but just gave an affirmative nod to the Headmaster.
'Oh just look at the time, you should better go now or you might lose your first class. And we wouldn't want that would we. It would mean the destruction of Hogwarts.'
'Of course, Headmaster,' she said. 'Anything else?'
Dumbledore shook his head. 'No, unless there is something you wish to tell me?' He must know, she thought, that I want-no, need-to tell him something. She shook her head-both to herself, and to Dumbledore. No, she won't tell him. Not quite yet, anyway.
'Nothing, Professor,' she replied, standing quickly. She got to the door and opened it. 'Have a good day, professor.'
'And you too, Hermione.' He glanced down at the cup.
The corridors were still empty but she knew she had to hurry as she had to prepare for her first students. When she entered the classroom she was still thinking about Dumbledore so she didn't see the big white owl that was sitting at the window. The owl made some noise and managed to wake her op from her dreamy state.
'Hedwig, what are you doing here?' she said while running to the window to let the owl in. 'He send me a message. What's up with Harry we just talked yesterday before I left London?' She took the letter from Hedwig and read it. 'Ups, I never thought it would be such a disaster, is it true that Mel reacted like that. I know she loves that toy but to hex Harry's broom, his 'Super Firebolt', I can understand the urgency of his message.' Wait a minute I'm going to get it. She walked from her desk to the window ledge. She took her wand out of her pocket and said 'Accio Teddy'. And the teddy bear that had been on her bed as a pillow for Crookshanks flew directly to her hands, from a window that was billow the class room. The owl hooted kindly took the toy in its claws like it was a mouse she had just hunted and disappeared out the window fling as fast as it could.
How could that little angel be such a demon some times was all she could think. To use an 'Incendio' spell on her fathers broom was a thing only Mel could think of. And actually a thing only Mel could do, any other to try this on Harry's broom would share Voldemort's fate (no body and it s soul being trapped in Tartarus).
That moment the noise made by the students that were beginning to fill the corridors and head for their next classes got Hermione out of her dreamy state. She walked to the desk and sat down waiting for the students to fill the room. As the last students came in, commenting on their previous hour, history, which had been even worse with their new teacher Draco Malfoy, at least their former teacher professor Binns didn't yell at them and didn't take points from everyone (of course not slitherin) for even the faintest sound.
Hermione was sitting at the desk and when they finally seem to calm down, she rose from sit and transformed herself into a sparrow hawk and then made a tour of the classroom, the children had stopped talking and they were all watching as she had transformed herself back to her human form and had thrown her cloak into the air wile taking out her wand and saying some words changing it into a flock of black birds that flew through the room and then returned to her and sat on her shoulders she just said 'Finite Incantatem' and the birds were gone and here cloak was back on. She then stepped back and with her wand in the direction of the desk transfigurated it to a tiger that lunched towards the class but at her command, before they started screaming, it stopped and turned into a desk again.
Nobody was saying anything they all stood there petrified at what they had seen. 'Well this was easy' thought Hermione 'but I don't think the seventh- years will be so amazed, they must have seen even better acts from McGonagall'. After a few moments of silence the whole class broke to applause. This made Hermione's cheeks go slightly pink.
'Now, I guess I don't need to introduce myself. But I must tell all of you that even if I am from Gryffindor, I will be fair to all of you. Which means, I can give the Gryffindors detentions or cutting off points away from Gryffindor when they are in wrong.'
The rest of the class had been pretty boring after trying to learn their names. Well she already knew some of the Slytherins names as she had travelled with some of them 'so nice children' she sarcastically thought. She had started the lesson. Teaching them about Animagi and all they had to do was to write a lot of information about them. She didn't give them much homework, just to find out the listed Animagi.
After the first class was finished it was turn for the seventh-ears to come this time Hufflepuff with Ravenclaw. She didn't think they would be as easy impressed as the younger students but from the looks on their faces, the show she put on was a pretty good one even for them. With them she had a more challenging hour. It wasn't that it was incredibly hard to transfigure a stone into a dog, but controlling the dog was the hard part. One of the students had even been bitten by a dog so she had to send him to the infirmary.
After the class finished the students raced to the great hall for lunch and she wasn't far behind. At breakfast she hadn't eaten much with Snape and Malfoy so close to her. And truth be told she wanted to get there while there were still other sits available. And she did, there was a sit vacant next to Mrs. Weasley. She immediately dashed for it. Misses Weasley was engaged in a conversation with that new girl what-was-her-name. She took some time to look at her. She must have been about her age. Her hair was slightly lower than her shoulders and had a strange colour, a light brown with dark blond strands. That was strange she remembered her hair was waist long. She had a brown robe but the colour really fitted her. When she looked at her eyes she was amazed they were green with cat-like-pupils.
'Oh Hermione I didn't notice you come. How were your first classes? Oh, but I forgot to introduce you two, Hermione she's.Sunzian is it?'
'Sânziana Mrs. Weasley, but I know it's a name hard to pronounce so you can call me Suzy like Mrs. Weasley here, or Diana, or Ana or whatever you want, doesn't really mater.' and with that she stretched out her hand.
'But what kind of name is it?' said Hermione and shook her hand.
'It's of Romanian origin and it means 'Santa Diana', my parents weren't too original as Bendis my surname is the Dacian goddess that was almost the same as the roman goddess Diana.'
'Dacia, Romania, were are you from?' said Hermione with a raised eyebrow.
'From Romania. I was a dragon keeper there, and Charlie Weasley recommended me as a teacher here. The true reason of this is that he wanted someone extra to look over that little Tasmanian devil that he has as a child.' She added with a twinkle in those cat-eyes.
'Girls you'd better eat before the food gets cold you can talk later. What do you say Hermione will you come over this evening to have a cup of tea? I already talked with Lupin and he'll be there and so will Suzy.' asked Mrs. Weasley while filling Hermiones plate with all sorts of food.
She was more than glad to accept the offer. Then she had to struggle to take in all the food on her plate.
Hermione had finished her lunch in record time considering the size of it. She got up and headed towards the library. She didn't notice another presence on the corridor until from a corner appeared Malfoy smirking is a very uncanny way.
'Well well Granger we meet again, having a tour of the castle, the know-it- all mudblood bookworm has returned, Hogwarts be prepared.' He sneered at her.
'Something new Malfoy? I've heard this things so many times. You're not too original you know.'
'Watch it Granger. There is a reason why there aren't any other mudbloods as teachers in the school.'
'I'm not interested in the least by your reasons but I'm truly interested in why there are so many incompetent teachers at Hogwarts.'
'Like yourself?'
'You missed again Malfoy; I'm not the one giving tests with the key in front of me and not even knowing when the sixteenth goblin rebellion occurred.' she mocked.
'You really think you're better than me?'
'Better Malfoy, that's no term of compare it would be like saying you, would prefer a break to a double potion class. The children were more bored of your class then of professor Binns and I remember very well that staying awake at his classes was harder than having to mix a polyjuice. So if you could please get out of my way I would be more than grateful.'
'Not so fast Granger you're not going to get away so easy. You keep in mind I can and will hurt you if you get on my nerves.'
'Oh pleas Malfoy spear me of this nonsense as long as there isn't Snape to defend you there's noting you can do, don't have the guts.' And with that she turned around, when she was knocked over by Snape who had been behind her. She opened her mouth wanting to say something but she shut it. She just stood up, brushed of her robes, and walked pass him without even giving him a second glance.
After that confrontation she headed straight to her class room and started preparing the classroom for the next class. She placed buttons on each table as the students had to transfigurate them into bugs. Her hands were still a little shaky from the anger she felt but this kept her mind of the whole issue.
After classes she headed straight to dinner avoiding any unpleasant encounter. During dinner she had stayed quiet focusing on her plate. Before getting up she told Mrs. Weasley that she might not show up after all, as she had to knit some elf hats. She went straight to her chambers, from were she took a scruffy notebook. Before leaving she feed Crookshanks. She didn't want to go there, but she had to and she most definitely didn't want to be late.
The suits of armour up against the wall seemed to stare at her as she sped past; the cold stone floor seemed to echo her footsteps a lot more loudly than usual. She went down the stairs to the dungeons, until she finally hit level stone but a long tunnel stretched out in front of her. The corridor seamed to never end, or was it just that she didn't want to go there. After what seemed like an eternity she stopped at a large oak door.
She stood there in front of the doors. She had never felt like this. Courage was the thing that she least missed. After all she was a Gryffindor and they just said or did what passed through their heroic heads, regardless of what the others might make of it. But this time she was petrified, and not by the use of a stoning spell but because she was afraid. She was sitting in front of the potions teacher's office. She wasn't afraid of him, no not even as a student had she been afraid of him. All the students in the entire school hated him and feared him, excepting the Slytherins. She had never feared him and even if at some times, some of his acid remarks in truth hurt her but she had a respect for her teachers that stopped her from such feelings as hate. No she didn't fear him she feared his reaction. She was realistic and the chance that he might consider working with her on this project wasn't in reality high.
Finally she gathered the courage to face him and knocked on the door. 'Come in' was all he said. She opened the door and closed it behind her and just stood there not knowing what to do. 'I thought I said come in' said Snape not raising his eyes from the papers that he was grading. She took a few steps towards his desk and stopped in front of it with her eyes on the papers in front of him. The papers were about antidotes and she supposed that they must have been the holiday homework for the forth-year. She looked a little around the office. Harry was right the place truly gave you the creeps. She could recognize all of the specimens in jars from his shelves, but this didn't make them look less spooky. There was no fire and in the light summer robe it was cold here, just as cold as the man in front of here.
After about fifteen minutes he took his eyes of his work and looked at her. She was almost shaking in front of him it might have been that she was afraid of him but the most plausible cause was the cold. The dungeons were the coldest place in the castle, he had adjusted to it from the first day he had came to Hogwarts, being a Slitherin and having lived here more than half his life, but she had never spent more than the double potion class. He noticed that she had a small notebook in her shivering hands and now her hands were holding on to it as if for dear life. She was looking at the stony floor with an interest that almost made him want to examine it to see what was so fascinating about it.
'I see you finally showed up, I wouldn't want to keep you from doing something of utmost importance like saving the world or having a fight with Malfoy. I'm honored you could find some time to pay me a visit as well Miss Granger or should I say Professor Granger.' he drawled, saying it in the form of a question although Hermione knew he didn't want an answer.
'Why so quiet now, Granger?' he asked, his voice hardening. 'Not so tough without Potter and Weasley, eh? Without your body guards, you don't dare mouth off to me, is that it?' She still remained silent, knowing that whether she spoke or not he would be mad, so why should she waste her energy? Hermione who finally had built up enough Gryffindor courage to meet his eyes looked up and said rather quickly changing the subject. 'Sir, you might know what the reason of my presence here is, I am doing some research on delicate matters and I would want to have your opinion on the subject.' She said with a tremble in her voice barely containing herself.
'Yes Miss Granger, Dumbledore told me about your so called project.' He said his sneer never living his face. 'The issue is of interest to me but I doubt your research on the topic might be of any importance. Have you brought anything on the mater?'
Hermione cringed inwardly at the tone of his voice, knowing he was in a foul mood. But, then again, when was he not? Stepping forward she placed the scruffy notebook on his desk, and then remained motionless in front of it. He took it, almost trying to touch it as little as he could as if it were filthy. He opened it and flipped through some pages without giving them a second glance. This was the typical reaction she knew but still she would have liked just one word of praise for the work she had done in research and experiment, 'dream on Hermione'. He stopped flipping the pages towards the end and for a second there Hermione could swear she had seen a twinkle in his eyes but it was gone before she could have a second look, and then his features darkened. She couldn't see what he was reading but she could just guess. Her last projects were a little more on the dark side, wall not actually dark let's just say grey side of magic.
I see you have done some study. I can't say I'm impressed. It's not too original but still I might consider working on some of the projects. I suggest you do some more research as much information is incorrect.
'Yes professor I understand, now could you pleas return my notebook.'
'I have to take a second glance at it just to see which projects actually present some interest, this when I'll have the time. Very well Miss Granger. Now, you may go back to your dormitory,' he snarled at her. 'I said you may leave. I would rather not be around anyone right now, least of all you. Dismissed,' He stated in such a way that clearly meant he was not going to argue about it.
She stormed out of his office. Why did he have to be such an ugly, no good git? He could have just admitted that her ideas were brilliant just like everybody else or at least he could have said good night, but then she realized that thinking on these lines was doing no good. The chances of him doing something like this were as high as the chances of him dyeing his hair pink. Were did these thoughts came from.
Well she still had time for a coup of tea with Mrs. Weasley but maybe not she felt really tiered and all the stress of the day was finally showing. She crawled up the stairs to her room and once in there she just fell into one of her armchairs in front of the fire. Crookshanks jumped on her to rest a little, not that he did anything else. 'Why dose he have to be so mean Crook, can't he say one good thing?' She felt tears coming to her eyes. No she wasn't going to cry, the days when he could make her cry whit just one of his acid remarks were over a long time ago. And to think better this in his terms must have been a civil conversation. 'Why is he getting to you so easy Hermione you should be used by now, seven years and still afraid of the Potions Master.' It felt good to just sit there and stroke the cat. It was calming and after such a day she needed something like this. The teaching wasn't too hard but it was tiring and her confrontations with Draco hadn't helped a bit especially the presence of a certain black bat as a witness. How was it that he was always around? Oh all this thinking wasn't getting her anywhere she had to get some sleep.
Before creeping into bed in her blue shirt she took a short shower just to loosen her muscles. Once she closed her eyes all her thoughts vanished as she lost herself in the world of dreams.
A.N. Don't worry people it's not like I'm going to write in each chapter the events of one day. It's just that the first days are the most interesting. The next chapter is going to contain the rest of the week. Or so I hope. P.S. I'll try posting more chapters next time. It's just that I'm not going to be able to get to internet during Christmas break.
A.N. Sorry the summary was so weird. It's just that I'm posting this from the informatics lab and what do you know? At that time we are supposed to write what the teacher was says. Not to stay on the net and post fanfictions. Just when I was posting it he came around and gave 4's to all those that hadn't written anything on their notebook. Naturally I didn't have anything on my notebook. Lucky me he I don't know out of which impulse passed me. So I didn't get a 4. It wouldn't have looked good next to the 10 and 9 I already have. So hope somebody read this and I'm not posting it for no one. Well here goes nothing. Ta ta CHAPTER II The Transfiguration Mistress
The day was promising to be pretty good since nothing bad happened during the morning, even though the morning had just started. She was just preparing to go to breakfast, she had put on a black robe and not her normal blue one since she thought that made her look more important and she actually wonted to look good in front of her students. Well it was all ready, well her hair was still the same funny mess but there was nothing she could do about this, it had always been like this. She petted Crookshanks before living the room and took with her one of hers light reading books of about 2000 pages.
After getting out of her chambers she said the password and in the places of her door appeared a Gryffindor flag.
She got one of the last in the dinning room and lucky she, the only place left was right in between Snape and Malfoy. Well after all she wasn't in for a conversation but she would have appreciated if Lupin or Mrs. Weasley would had kept a seat for her, oh well this was it.
'Good morning professor Snape, good morning Malfoy!' She didn't receive any answer but as she was sitting Draco got up and turned to leave.
'Sit down Malfoy, Dumbledore is watching us and I don't think you would like to have problems with him from the first day because of this.' Snape said in a low tone.
'You might be used to having someone like her so close but I'm not, so if you'll excuse me.' Draco spat.
'No I'm not going to excuse you, so sit down or by the look on Dumbledore you'll be out of Hogwarts faster than you can say polyjuice.' he sneered, narrowing his black eyes.
'Don't worry Malfoy I'll excuse you of my presence myself' Hermione snapped and with this she got up with tears almost filling her eyes, but she managed to hide them with her fuzzy hair.
'Please don't give a show in front of the whole school Miss Granger and sit down that goes for you too Mrs. Malfoy stop acting so childish and take in count you're responsibility towards the students that see in you a model.' he snarled, turning back to his food.
Hermione looked at the Headmaster and sow the way he was watching them and realizing Snape was right at least about this she calmed a little. With her voice still shaky she asked professor Sinistra for the mashed potatoes to justify her reason for standing up, not a good one as there was another plate of mashed potatoes between her and Draco.
The rest of the breakfast went quietly. And to tell the truth, after what had happened, Hermione wasn't really hungry anymore, so she just read some chapters of the book she had brought with her 'Advanced Transfiguration for Advanced People'. It was actually an interesting book, but nothing compared to 'Hogwarts a History'.
Before she could leave she heard the Headmaster calling her: 'Miss Granger I would like you to accompany me to my office before your first class.' She got up and followed him until they reached the gargoyle. He said the password 'banana split' and a stair case appeared. Harry had had told her about Dumbledore's office many times but she had never entered it until now. It was a very interesting place and at other times she would have been very interested in it but this wasn't the time. As she entered it she could not stop thinking about the fact that it had been a very bad idea to get into that 'discussion' with Draco.
'Miss Granger I think we have some things to sort out before you start teaching.' Dumbledore started looking at her from over his study. 'Pleas take a sit, care for a tea?' he asked while pulling a tea pot out of thin air. She nodded and sat down. She didn't know what to expect. It wasn't sounding promising, but he in fact didn't seam cross. What could that mean? He was so hard to read, actually impossible to read.
'Is there anything wrong Hermione? You can tell me if there's something bothering you?'
'Look Head Master I'm sorry for my outburst today at the table it's just that Draco provoked me. I know that's a pretty lame excuse. I just couldn't control myself. He just has a way of stepping on my nerves. I just couldn't control my reaction!' she almost exploded while jumping out of her sit.
'May I know what this is all about?' he asked apprehensively. Ms. Granger was a delightfully intelligent lady, and he wished to help out should anything happen.
'You weren't referring to that?... well then it was nothing.' She replied in embarrass.
Pouring carefully some tea into his cup, he said softly, 'It's Albus, Hermione.'
She went slightly pink. 'Professor, you were the Headmaster in my
time; I can't call you by your name.. It wouldn't feel right.'
Dumbledore took a sip of tea. 'Of course, I understand. Please, have a
seat.' He motioned to the chair behind her.
'What is it that you need, Professor?' she asked, sitting.
'You know what we had talked about before. Well I had a little conversation with professor Snape. I think that the best thing to do would be for you to just go and talk to him. I can't force him and I won't force him. He might be a little apprehensive at first but I can assure you that he is what you were looking for.' He said with a twinkle in his eyes.
'Yes exactly what I was looking for, a greasy git to comment on my every move.' She thought but just gave an affirmative nod to the Headmaster.
'Oh just look at the time, you should better go now or you might lose your first class. And we wouldn't want that would we. It would mean the destruction of Hogwarts.'
'Of course, Headmaster,' she said. 'Anything else?'
Dumbledore shook his head. 'No, unless there is something you wish to tell me?' He must know, she thought, that I want-no, need-to tell him something. She shook her head-both to herself, and to Dumbledore. No, she won't tell him. Not quite yet, anyway.
'Nothing, Professor,' she replied, standing quickly. She got to the door and opened it. 'Have a good day, professor.'
'And you too, Hermione.' He glanced down at the cup.
The corridors were still empty but she knew she had to hurry as she had to prepare for her first students. When she entered the classroom she was still thinking about Dumbledore so she didn't see the big white owl that was sitting at the window. The owl made some noise and managed to wake her op from her dreamy state.
'Hedwig, what are you doing here?' she said while running to the window to let the owl in. 'He send me a message. What's up with Harry we just talked yesterday before I left London?' She took the letter from Hedwig and read it. 'Ups, I never thought it would be such a disaster, is it true that Mel reacted like that. I know she loves that toy but to hex Harry's broom, his 'Super Firebolt', I can understand the urgency of his message.' Wait a minute I'm going to get it. She walked from her desk to the window ledge. She took her wand out of her pocket and said 'Accio Teddy'. And the teddy bear that had been on her bed as a pillow for Crookshanks flew directly to her hands, from a window that was billow the class room. The owl hooted kindly took the toy in its claws like it was a mouse she had just hunted and disappeared out the window fling as fast as it could.
How could that little angel be such a demon some times was all she could think. To use an 'Incendio' spell on her fathers broom was a thing only Mel could think of. And actually a thing only Mel could do, any other to try this on Harry's broom would share Voldemort's fate (no body and it s soul being trapped in Tartarus).
That moment the noise made by the students that were beginning to fill the corridors and head for their next classes got Hermione out of her dreamy state. She walked to the desk and sat down waiting for the students to fill the room. As the last students came in, commenting on their previous hour, history, which had been even worse with their new teacher Draco Malfoy, at least their former teacher professor Binns didn't yell at them and didn't take points from everyone (of course not slitherin) for even the faintest sound.
Hermione was sitting at the desk and when they finally seem to calm down, she rose from sit and transformed herself into a sparrow hawk and then made a tour of the classroom, the children had stopped talking and they were all watching as she had transformed herself back to her human form and had thrown her cloak into the air wile taking out her wand and saying some words changing it into a flock of black birds that flew through the room and then returned to her and sat on her shoulders she just said 'Finite Incantatem' and the birds were gone and here cloak was back on. She then stepped back and with her wand in the direction of the desk transfigurated it to a tiger that lunched towards the class but at her command, before they started screaming, it stopped and turned into a desk again.
Nobody was saying anything they all stood there petrified at what they had seen. 'Well this was easy' thought Hermione 'but I don't think the seventh- years will be so amazed, they must have seen even better acts from McGonagall'. After a few moments of silence the whole class broke to applause. This made Hermione's cheeks go slightly pink.
'Now, I guess I don't need to introduce myself. But I must tell all of you that even if I am from Gryffindor, I will be fair to all of you. Which means, I can give the Gryffindors detentions or cutting off points away from Gryffindor when they are in wrong.'
The rest of the class had been pretty boring after trying to learn their names. Well she already knew some of the Slytherins names as she had travelled with some of them 'so nice children' she sarcastically thought. She had started the lesson. Teaching them about Animagi and all they had to do was to write a lot of information about them. She didn't give them much homework, just to find out the listed Animagi.
After the first class was finished it was turn for the seventh-ears to come this time Hufflepuff with Ravenclaw. She didn't think they would be as easy impressed as the younger students but from the looks on their faces, the show she put on was a pretty good one even for them. With them she had a more challenging hour. It wasn't that it was incredibly hard to transfigure a stone into a dog, but controlling the dog was the hard part. One of the students had even been bitten by a dog so she had to send him to the infirmary.
After the class finished the students raced to the great hall for lunch and she wasn't far behind. At breakfast she hadn't eaten much with Snape and Malfoy so close to her. And truth be told she wanted to get there while there were still other sits available. And she did, there was a sit vacant next to Mrs. Weasley. She immediately dashed for it. Misses Weasley was engaged in a conversation with that new girl what-was-her-name. She took some time to look at her. She must have been about her age. Her hair was slightly lower than her shoulders and had a strange colour, a light brown with dark blond strands. That was strange she remembered her hair was waist long. She had a brown robe but the colour really fitted her. When she looked at her eyes she was amazed they were green with cat-like-pupils.
'Oh Hermione I didn't notice you come. How were your first classes? Oh, but I forgot to introduce you two, Hermione she's.Sunzian is it?'
'Sânziana Mrs. Weasley, but I know it's a name hard to pronounce so you can call me Suzy like Mrs. Weasley here, or Diana, or Ana or whatever you want, doesn't really mater.' and with that she stretched out her hand.
'But what kind of name is it?' said Hermione and shook her hand.
'It's of Romanian origin and it means 'Santa Diana', my parents weren't too original as Bendis my surname is the Dacian goddess that was almost the same as the roman goddess Diana.'
'Dacia, Romania, were are you from?' said Hermione with a raised eyebrow.
'From Romania. I was a dragon keeper there, and Charlie Weasley recommended me as a teacher here. The true reason of this is that he wanted someone extra to look over that little Tasmanian devil that he has as a child.' She added with a twinkle in those cat-eyes.
'Girls you'd better eat before the food gets cold you can talk later. What do you say Hermione will you come over this evening to have a cup of tea? I already talked with Lupin and he'll be there and so will Suzy.' asked Mrs. Weasley while filling Hermiones plate with all sorts of food.
She was more than glad to accept the offer. Then she had to struggle to take in all the food on her plate.
Hermione had finished her lunch in record time considering the size of it. She got up and headed towards the library. She didn't notice another presence on the corridor until from a corner appeared Malfoy smirking is a very uncanny way.
'Well well Granger we meet again, having a tour of the castle, the know-it- all mudblood bookworm has returned, Hogwarts be prepared.' He sneered at her.
'Something new Malfoy? I've heard this things so many times. You're not too original you know.'
'Watch it Granger. There is a reason why there aren't any other mudbloods as teachers in the school.'
'I'm not interested in the least by your reasons but I'm truly interested in why there are so many incompetent teachers at Hogwarts.'
'Like yourself?'
'You missed again Malfoy; I'm not the one giving tests with the key in front of me and not even knowing when the sixteenth goblin rebellion occurred.' she mocked.
'You really think you're better than me?'
'Better Malfoy, that's no term of compare it would be like saying you, would prefer a break to a double potion class. The children were more bored of your class then of professor Binns and I remember very well that staying awake at his classes was harder than having to mix a polyjuice. So if you could please get out of my way I would be more than grateful.'
'Not so fast Granger you're not going to get away so easy. You keep in mind I can and will hurt you if you get on my nerves.'
'Oh pleas Malfoy spear me of this nonsense as long as there isn't Snape to defend you there's noting you can do, don't have the guts.' And with that she turned around, when she was knocked over by Snape who had been behind her. She opened her mouth wanting to say something but she shut it. She just stood up, brushed of her robes, and walked pass him without even giving him a second glance.
After that confrontation she headed straight to her class room and started preparing the classroom for the next class. She placed buttons on each table as the students had to transfigurate them into bugs. Her hands were still a little shaky from the anger she felt but this kept her mind of the whole issue.
After classes she headed straight to dinner avoiding any unpleasant encounter. During dinner she had stayed quiet focusing on her plate. Before getting up she told Mrs. Weasley that she might not show up after all, as she had to knit some elf hats. She went straight to her chambers, from were she took a scruffy notebook. Before leaving she feed Crookshanks. She didn't want to go there, but she had to and she most definitely didn't want to be late.
The suits of armour up against the wall seemed to stare at her as she sped past; the cold stone floor seemed to echo her footsteps a lot more loudly than usual. She went down the stairs to the dungeons, until she finally hit level stone but a long tunnel stretched out in front of her. The corridor seamed to never end, or was it just that she didn't want to go there. After what seemed like an eternity she stopped at a large oak door.
She stood there in front of the doors. She had never felt like this. Courage was the thing that she least missed. After all she was a Gryffindor and they just said or did what passed through their heroic heads, regardless of what the others might make of it. But this time she was petrified, and not by the use of a stoning spell but because she was afraid. She was sitting in front of the potions teacher's office. She wasn't afraid of him, no not even as a student had she been afraid of him. All the students in the entire school hated him and feared him, excepting the Slytherins. She had never feared him and even if at some times, some of his acid remarks in truth hurt her but she had a respect for her teachers that stopped her from such feelings as hate. No she didn't fear him she feared his reaction. She was realistic and the chance that he might consider working with her on this project wasn't in reality high.
Finally she gathered the courage to face him and knocked on the door. 'Come in' was all he said. She opened the door and closed it behind her and just stood there not knowing what to do. 'I thought I said come in' said Snape not raising his eyes from the papers that he was grading. She took a few steps towards his desk and stopped in front of it with her eyes on the papers in front of him. The papers were about antidotes and she supposed that they must have been the holiday homework for the forth-year. She looked a little around the office. Harry was right the place truly gave you the creeps. She could recognize all of the specimens in jars from his shelves, but this didn't make them look less spooky. There was no fire and in the light summer robe it was cold here, just as cold as the man in front of here.
After about fifteen minutes he took his eyes of his work and looked at her. She was almost shaking in front of him it might have been that she was afraid of him but the most plausible cause was the cold. The dungeons were the coldest place in the castle, he had adjusted to it from the first day he had came to Hogwarts, being a Slitherin and having lived here more than half his life, but she had never spent more than the double potion class. He noticed that she had a small notebook in her shivering hands and now her hands were holding on to it as if for dear life. She was looking at the stony floor with an interest that almost made him want to examine it to see what was so fascinating about it.
'I see you finally showed up, I wouldn't want to keep you from doing something of utmost importance like saving the world or having a fight with Malfoy. I'm honored you could find some time to pay me a visit as well Miss Granger or should I say Professor Granger.' he drawled, saying it in the form of a question although Hermione knew he didn't want an answer.
'Why so quiet now, Granger?' he asked, his voice hardening. 'Not so tough without Potter and Weasley, eh? Without your body guards, you don't dare mouth off to me, is that it?' She still remained silent, knowing that whether she spoke or not he would be mad, so why should she waste her energy? Hermione who finally had built up enough Gryffindor courage to meet his eyes looked up and said rather quickly changing the subject. 'Sir, you might know what the reason of my presence here is, I am doing some research on delicate matters and I would want to have your opinion on the subject.' She said with a tremble in her voice barely containing herself.
'Yes Miss Granger, Dumbledore told me about your so called project.' He said his sneer never living his face. 'The issue is of interest to me but I doubt your research on the topic might be of any importance. Have you brought anything on the mater?'
Hermione cringed inwardly at the tone of his voice, knowing he was in a foul mood. But, then again, when was he not? Stepping forward she placed the scruffy notebook on his desk, and then remained motionless in front of it. He took it, almost trying to touch it as little as he could as if it were filthy. He opened it and flipped through some pages without giving them a second glance. This was the typical reaction she knew but still she would have liked just one word of praise for the work she had done in research and experiment, 'dream on Hermione'. He stopped flipping the pages towards the end and for a second there Hermione could swear she had seen a twinkle in his eyes but it was gone before she could have a second look, and then his features darkened. She couldn't see what he was reading but she could just guess. Her last projects were a little more on the dark side, wall not actually dark let's just say grey side of magic.
I see you have done some study. I can't say I'm impressed. It's not too original but still I might consider working on some of the projects. I suggest you do some more research as much information is incorrect.
'Yes professor I understand, now could you pleas return my notebook.'
'I have to take a second glance at it just to see which projects actually present some interest, this when I'll have the time. Very well Miss Granger. Now, you may go back to your dormitory,' he snarled at her. 'I said you may leave. I would rather not be around anyone right now, least of all you. Dismissed,' He stated in such a way that clearly meant he was not going to argue about it.
She stormed out of his office. Why did he have to be such an ugly, no good git? He could have just admitted that her ideas were brilliant just like everybody else or at least he could have said good night, but then she realized that thinking on these lines was doing no good. The chances of him doing something like this were as high as the chances of him dyeing his hair pink. Were did these thoughts came from.
Well she still had time for a coup of tea with Mrs. Weasley but maybe not she felt really tiered and all the stress of the day was finally showing. She crawled up the stairs to her room and once in there she just fell into one of her armchairs in front of the fire. Crookshanks jumped on her to rest a little, not that he did anything else. 'Why dose he have to be so mean Crook, can't he say one good thing?' She felt tears coming to her eyes. No she wasn't going to cry, the days when he could make her cry whit just one of his acid remarks were over a long time ago. And to think better this in his terms must have been a civil conversation. 'Why is he getting to you so easy Hermione you should be used by now, seven years and still afraid of the Potions Master.' It felt good to just sit there and stroke the cat. It was calming and after such a day she needed something like this. The teaching wasn't too hard but it was tiring and her confrontations with Draco hadn't helped a bit especially the presence of a certain black bat as a witness. How was it that he was always around? Oh all this thinking wasn't getting her anywhere she had to get some sleep.
Before creeping into bed in her blue shirt she took a short shower just to loosen her muscles. Once she closed her eyes all her thoughts vanished as she lost herself in the world of dreams.
A.N. Don't worry people it's not like I'm going to write in each chapter the events of one day. It's just that the first days are the most interesting. The next chapter is going to contain the rest of the week. Or so I hope. P.S. I'll try posting more chapters next time. It's just that I'm not going to be able to get to internet during Christmas break.