Hermione Granger's Final Year | By : CharlotteStrong Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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The sun had set before the Hogwarts Express finally rolled into Hogsmeade station. They were escorted up to the castle, where the sorting and the start of term feast took place. Looking up to the staff table, she caught Hagrid’s eye, who waved merrily at her.
“Who’s missing?” she asked Ginny, pointing to an empty chair beside Professor Flitwick.
“Not sure. A new teacher, maybe?”
But before they could discuss it further, McGonagall rose and introduced a short, airy lady as Professor Windsong, the new Transfiguration teacher. Once the feast was over, the crowds of pupils parted as Hagrid made his might strides towards them, toppling chairs and first years in his wake.
“Well, ‘ello there, Hermione! Blimey, I was over the moon when I heard yeh were comin’ back fer another year. Good to still have some o’ the old lot stickin’ around, eh?”
“It’s great to be back, Hagrid. How was your summer?”
“Ah, yeh know, same ol’, same ol’. Spent most of it gettin’ ready fer this comin’ year. Tell yeh what, it’ll be grand havin’ another pair o’ hands about the place. Got a right busy year lined up with Care o’ Magical Creatures an’ all. I know yeh don’t take the class, but I wouldn’t half mind a bit o’ help getting’ me lessons ready, every now an’ then.”
“I’m sure I could find some time to help.”
“An’, you know, if you wanted to… ahem… come over any other time, my door’s always open.”
“Thank you, Hagrid.”
“Yeh know, I’ve got a flagon o’ mead from ol’ Rosmerta. What say we split that one evening, an’, you know, see where things go?”
“I’m not sure you should be offering pupil’s mead, Hagrid,” Hermione frowned.
“But yer not just a pupil. Yer of age, now.”
“All the same. I’m happy to help you out, but I think I’ll pass on the drinks.”
“Suit yerself.”
He raised a hand and bid them farewell, and Hermione and Ginny met back up with Luna.
“Did that seem a little odd to you?” Hermione asked Ginny.
“It’s just Hagrid being Hagrid. I think he was just happy to see you.”
“I think he seemed very happy to see me.”
They left the crowds and followed a wall of portraits that led vaguely in the direction to Luna’s common room. They were just rounding a corner of the when a figure stepped out of the shadows. He was dressed all in black, with dark, greasy hair. His collar was open, revealing a pattern of scars down the side of his neck.
“Ah, well if it isn’t Miss Granger, back to complete her much-needed education,” the man said slowly.
Hermione gasped and took a step back. “You’re… you’re…”
“Dead, perhaps?” said Severus Snape. “Hardly. It’s a wonderful thing, magic.”
“But how?
“I’m surprised the stories haven’t reached you, being the nosey little know-it-all that you are. As I’m sure Potter has told you, I was attacked by the Dark Lord’s snake and left for dead during the battle. As far as I understand it, I was discovered when they searched the grounds for remaining death eaters. Given another hour or so I could well have been dead.”
“But… but the Order! They still think you’re dead!”
“Of course they don’t, you silly girl. After my, shall we say controversial, demise, my continued existence has been kept under wraps. Which means, fortunately for you, you shall have your Potions teacher back.”
“But Potions? I though Slughorn…?”
“That oaf has been dreaming of a peaceful retirement for over a decade. He can finally enjoy that aspiration. As for Defence Against the Dark Arts, that game is over. I am skilled at many things, but potions is what I do best.” His lips curled tightly in a way that Hermione did not like one bit. “You are of age now, Miss Granger,” and Hermione could’ve sworn she felt his eyes rake across her chest. “That means you are not bound by the normal laws placed upon our students. I will look forward to our lessons with great anticipation.”
Snape made his leave, and a second year came running up to them.
“Excuse me, are you Hermione Granger? I have a letter for you.”
“For me? Oh, it’s from McGonagall. Thank you.”
Hermione unfurled it and read it to Ginny and Luna.
‘Dear Miss Granger,
I trust you are well and your journey was satisfactory. In light of the special arrangements, I’d like to invite you to my office tomorrow evening to see how you are settling in.
Yours Sincerely,
Professor M. McGonagall.’
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