Hello and WELCOME to CHAPTER 7

first things FIRST

1: this story has been hit 5211 times! cant belive that...197 times for the last chapteralone so far... i am very happy!

2: 18 people are getting alerts, which i am happy about too. IF you are ONE of the 18, please let me know if you like it by "fav"ing it.

3: out off all myreaders, ive only had 26 reviews! is the story REALLY that bad?I have always said, if anything, anything makes you think, send it to me! even if you think its bad TELL ME... i cant be getting 107 views for 1 chapter, and only 4 reviews

well... on with the show


"Mione... WAKE UP"

"Come on Mione, your moving crew will be here in 10 mins..."

The mass of curls jerked from the pillow, in response to the thumping on her door by her mirror-imaged friends.

Adding the rainbow furred objects she loved to the ends of her legs, she crossed the never waxed floorboards to cease the persistent rattling of her abode's doorknob by opening her door.

"Ok, ok, I'm up, I'm moving, so cease and desist"

She paused to view the horrified look on the Weasley twins faces

"What... what?"

The look of shock increased as she shrugged her shoulders while asking her obvious question

"Oh god..."

"Not again!"

"We didn't think..."

"that by waking..."

"you up today...:"

"we would be seeing ...:"

"the same sight two..."

"days in a ROW!"

She followed the boys eyesight to the two globes still hidden under the purple cami.

Charming a brassiere onto her torso, she sighed frustratedly, turning to grab her wand and other needed toiletry items.

"Boys, we know you love me, but pick those chins up off the floor before someone sprains an ankle while tripping over them. "

The boys turned, watching the deliberately swaying hips pace down the hallway and enter the tiled room to the left. The eldest finally regained the skill to speak, seconds after the entrance to the "water closet" closed.

"George?"

"Yes Fred?"

"That girl will be the death of me!"

The youngest nodded in agreement, following his twin down the stairs, as the sound of running water began to fill the upper level of The Burrow.

"Indeed, dear brother, indeed"


"So, Mr Brown, I really only needed these boxes and the dog bed sent to the headmistress's quarters at Hogwarts. The rest I can shrink and carry myself..."

The burly man turned to the beauty who was still speaking, smiling as she swept her hair back over her shoulder the 3rd time in two minuets.

"... Well, if that's all sorted, I will quickly go have breakfast, and then meet you at the Hogwarts entrance hall in...say... two hours?

"Yes'm"

She turned, exiting her Burrow based quarters for the last time, quickly taking her form from the sweaty man's presence.


"Madame Granger"

Hermione sat, nodding towards her once-again teacher, while partaking in the toast that sat in the middle of the well-worn kitchen table.

"Any owls yet, Severes?"

He shook his head, sending her heart into a mass of little flutters as he sent the shiny black hairs into a dance against the early morning sun shinning through the window behind him.

The two magical beings sat in silence, the only sound being the slight crunching of her toast, competing against the slop of soggy cornflakes the male was playing around with.

"Ron, Harry..." she said greeting the two entering forms she could just see out of her peripheral vision.

"Granger... I may have black hair like scar-face, but I was hoping that I was better looking then him"

The bookish girl turned, mouth agape, to see the physical presence of Blaise Zabini standing before her, his well muscled arm draped around the board shouldered, yet slightly scrawny, young red-headed male.

"Sorry Blaise. I see black spikey hair against red... it's just force of habit."

The three males looked at her, slightly surprised she had made a mistake

"Mione... Blaise's hair isn't spikey"

She looked at her best friends face, slightly puzzled

"Don't be silly Ron, of course it is"

"No Mione... My hairs in dreadlocks... little dreads I might add, but no one would call my hair spikey."

The living curl magnet turned back to the table, cupping her face in her hands, whispering to herself...

"I don't understand..."

"Miss Granger..."

She nodded, letting Snape know she had heard him.

"Have you ever had your eyes tested..."

"Of course I have, you silly man!"

"Hermione, you haven't let me finish.."

She gulped, shocked at him using her first name, and gestured for him to continue, as the two other males sat on either side of her.

"I was trying to state... have you ever had your eyes tested since seeing that violent green flash 2 years ago?"

On her left hand side, Ron shuddered, violently remembering the sight they had witnessed over 24 months ago, where the whole order was frozen, as Harry drained nearly all their magical energy to finally send the killing curse towards the scum of the wizarding world.

She shook her head again.

That's sorted then, before we depart for Hogwarts, we are taking you to Saint Mungo's for them to perform "opticus reparo", then I shall show you to your new quarters.

Snape's eyes linked with hers, as she raised her face to meet his own.

"What's wrong with me?"

He smirked, slightly amazed he was finally seeing a crack in the know-it-all's hide

"I believe its just some degree of spell damage. Nothing a little charming won't fix, but for the time being, I suggest you use these"

He handed the young witch a pair of steal-framed lenses.

"I can't use these. They won't be the same prescription as what I'd need."

Once again, he mesmerised her while shaking his head in a negative reply.

"Ah, I forget you were brought up with muggles. You see, that is a pair of glasses charmed to specifically give the wearer 20/20 vision, no matter what the ailment."

She smiled, placing the glasses on the bridge of her nose, innocent to the stares of all occupants on the room. All the males believed, in their own hearts, that she was pulling off the "sexy librarian" look with amazing ease. Gazing about, she found that she was able to see the intricate detail on the photos down the hall, right down to the smallest freckle on top of her best friends nose.

"Sev... their...their perfect!"

She was certain as she uttered the words, that the slightest touch of colour entered the "dungeon vampires" cheeks.

"Only the best for my new apprentice..."

"New Apprentice? Draco's gonna spew!"

The Jamaican male was silenced with one of Snapes copyrighted glares.

"I think that is enough, Mr Zabini."

However, his firebrand of a boyfriend had more to say...

"But you have NEVER taken an apprentice... and Malfoy's been applying since graduation day back in our seventh year."

The Professor stood.

"Gentleman, this conversation is...enthralling...to say the least, but both Madame Granger and myself have a few things to attend to before we can began preparing for the remainder of the school year. So if you'll excu..."

His speech was stoped, by the sudden action of the elderly resident owl, Errol, smacking into the back of the greasy bats head, Hermione jumped up to the poor birds aid, removing the small package from its withered leg.

"Mione, who's it for?"

She just stood gaping at the familiar scrawl, turning white before the group's eyes, her master coming and grasping her on the shoulder.

"Miss Granger... who is it from?"

She turned to him, trying to keep her balance, and showing her name in its newly formed status written on the paper.

"Albus"


DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN

Yes cliffy, sorry sorry sorry... NOT!

You'll have to wait and see exactly what is in the parcel

NO INTERNATIONAL WORD TONIGHT... im to tired to find one

And if someone wants to beta this, by all means offer.

Hugs peps, and all reviewers, please say what country ur in, id like to know where my readership is from.

Ps: REVIEWING DOESN'T KILL! But the author might If I find ur committing "read & run"