Chapter1 of Immortal Love:

Summary: I can't believe that idiot Krum cursed me! He was supposed to be my ex boyfriend. Now I can't regain my ability to perform magic until I find my true love. Oh great, I guess I'll find him after I date every guy on Earth!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding Harry Potter.


Recap from Prologue:

He crept out of the room, and walked out of the Gryffindor common room. He mouthed "Thanks" to Blaise Zabini for helping him into Hogwarts, before running outside, past the Hogwarts grounds, and apparating home.


Chapter1 of Immortal Love:

Sunlight streamed in from the outside of my dormitory.

The curtain was pushed aside, thanks to Lavender Brown, and she and Parvati Patil were busy applying make-up.

It was a beautiful day; the birds were chirping in the pale blue sky, and there was not a hint of clouds.

"Come on Hermione! Wake up," squealed Lavender.

I groggily opened up my eyes, as if the effort were painful.

"It's way too early! Can I please sleep in?" I asked.

"What happened to the Hermione that would wake up way before the sun was up to do homework?" chimed in Parvati.

I rolled her eyes, "All right! You convinced me, I'm up..."

I rolled out of bed and walked towards the bathroom scratching my hair in a very un-ladylike manner.

"You look positively wonderful," said the mirror dryly.


Something was off. I couldn't place it, but ... I didn't feel like myself. It was as if a part of me were missing.

I guess it's just because I stayed up too long last night playing Exploding Snap with my two best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

I dismissed the thought of not being 'whole' and I started to brush my teeth.

I walked downstairs into the Gryffindor common room in my usual fashion – Hogwarts Robe and my bush brown hair.

I was greeted with the cries of "'Mione!" And I looked over to see my two friends.

"Hey Harry, hey Ron ... good morning," I said.

They replied a similar greeting and I asked them, "Do you feel weird?"

Ron looked at me and asked, "Are you feeling all right?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Never mind, let's go to the Great Hall and eat breakfast."

At the mention of the word breakfast, Ron's eyes lit up and he ran out of the common room, yelling, "Last one there is a rotten pumpkin pastry."

Harry and I looked at each other before rolling our eyes and hurrying to catch up to Ron.

Throughout my six years at Hogwarts –this was my seventh- Harry had always been the quieter, sensible, charming one. Ron on the other hand was goofy, yet he was irresistible. He could make anybody laugh in a matter of minutes.

I was quite sad to say that I was not chosen for Head Girl.

I had been expecting my badge, yet it did not come. I was a bit depressed, but Ron cheered me up.

Walking into the Great Hall, I quickly strode over to the Gryffindor table and slid into a seat next to Ron.

He was already stuffing his mouth with food.

"Ths goo," he said, pointing at some muffins.

I nodded, and turned to my own plate.


I headed into the Transfiguration room and took a seat at the front of the room.

Professor McGonagall strode into the room, not wearing a smile, and set some books down onto her desk.

I have grown to respect Prof. McGonagall. She smiled when she was pleased, which was not very often. She did things by order, and she was very organized.

"Class," she said, after the late people had arrived, "today we will be changing a piece of rock into gold. Not real gold, but fool's gold."

Ron's smile faded as she said 'fool's gold.'

"Now, will you all repeat after me ... Mutare petra ad aureus. You will need to say this a couple of times before you may try on a rock."

I smiled, liking this assignment. I took a hold of my wand, but something felt off. Usually when I grabbed my wand, I would feel a sense of warmth, but today, it just felt like an ordinary wooden stick.

I looked up, confused, and saw that Harry was glancing at me, looking concerned.

"What's wrong?" he mouthed.

I shook my head and mouthed, "Later."

"Ms. Granger," said a voice.

I looked up into the stern eyes of Prof. McGonagall.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Would you please do a demonstration for the class?" she asked.

I looked around; confused ... suddenly it dawned on me. She wanted me to change the rock into gold.

I cleared my throat, and said in a clear voice, "Mutare petra ad aureus." Nothing happened.

The soft murmurs died down, and the class was silent.

I looked up, feeling dread in my eyes.

"Ms. Granger, please ... would you say it one more time."

I nodded, and this time, I focused my energy on the rock.

"Mutare petra ad aureus."

Again, nothing happened.

I felt anxious, and I stood up, "I ... I ..." and I blacked out.


Author's Note: Hey all you readers out there! I hope I did not make you wait long for this chapter. I'm really sorry, but I had school, and ...it was really hectic, with all the homework, and I just wanted some time to sit down and focus only on this. Well, I found the time!

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Latin translations:

Mutare means change

Petra: rock

Ad: to

Aureus: gold-colored

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