Finding Your True Self
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,541
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Finding Your True Self
SS/HG (romance)
May not stay a 15, may going up or down depending on where I go with this story. Won't turn angsty though.
First ever Harry Potter FanFic so be gentle -- PLEASE review!
Disclaimers: not really mine, shock huh?!
No annoyance and copyright infringement meant to JK Rowling, just taking her children out to play (if I have stolen that saying from anyone deepest apologies and I’ll credit you for it if you email me at twwnuts001@yahoo.co.uk)!
This is basically a romance story. Have no idea where it is heading so bare with me please. Any suggestions will be much loved and appreciated.
Relaxed. That’s how she felt. It was a new experience for her to feel 'relaxed'. For the past nine months plus she had been constantly studying for her final exams at last year of University. Never having to sit exams again with her school career officially over. Her old ‘high school ‘ though, in her opinion was the most important part of her life so far. Now it has to be mentioned that this was no ordinary school. No, it was ‘Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’. With its real life moving paintings, it’s shifting staircases, its talking ghosts, it’s house elves and not to mention its subjects. You see the subjects taught here were very different from what ordinary schools taught. While others her age, who were muggles (i.e. non-magic folk), learned Chemistry, Biology, Modern Studies,…etc, the students at Hogwarts learned Potions, Transfiguration, Charms…etc. This different subject choice was far better in her opinion though.
Her teachers were also more extravagant than ‘normal’ ones. Headmaster Dumbledore with his long flowing white hair and mystical robes; Professor Snape with his glares and black swooshing robes; Professor Flitwick with his miniature stature and ‘flick-and-swish’. There is just so much indication that this was definitely no ordinary school.
But to her it had been home for seven years and she yearned to be back there again. Of course she knew that it would probably never be home for her again as they were no current positions open for teaching staff and if she did go back it wouldn’t be the same, would it? Things never tend to be as good the second time around do they? With her friends long graduated from there what would it be like?
But this was one dream and enquiry that would most probably stay a dream and be unanswered. With this she turned out the light and fell onto the bed. Not caring that she was still dressed in her robes, climbing under the quilt and falling asleep when her head just barely touched the pillow.
The next morning she woke up and looked around her small, compact flat which she had purchased, with a little help from her parents, in her second year of University.
It was modestly decorated with sprinkles of rich, vibrant colours that were suspiciously very Griffindor like, although not by accident. Her old Griffindor house still held a place in her heart as did her old head of house, Professor Minerva McGonnagal. When she had been made Head Girl in her final year, which had meant that she had had to constantly report to the deputy head of the school with the daily news in the school, that the staff wasn’t privy too, which was Professor McGonnagal. The two had grown very close with their daily chats, often exceeding the boundaries of a professional relationship. McGonnagal felt she had gained the daughter she never had and vice-versa for the head girl with her mother at away at home, McGonnagal was like a surrogate mother to her. This didn’t mean that Professor McGonnagal, who was the transfiguration teacher ever let up on her in class, quite the opposite in fact. McGonnagal only ed hed her harder to succeed.
The newly University graduated girl was drawn from her thought by the loud ‘bang’ appearance of a tightly wound up scroll with a wooden handles. It seemed suspended in mid air. The girl approached it with trepidation, who knew it could be a rogue death eater trying to get even with her due to her help in the downfall of Voldermort. She pulled out her wand to check for any curses it may hold but found none, so slowly but surely she put her hand to it. It immediately sprung to life giving the girl a start. It unraveled it self whilst giving off a glowing light of various beautiful colours before showing her what was written within. It read….
This certifies that Hermoine Granger has graduated from Oxford University with a Masters in Potions and Charms on the 21st June 2005.
Signed Arthur McMasters.
Hermoine smiled with joy. She was finally free from the education system and could now learn in pleasure and not out necessity. This lulled her into another daydream about what book she could start with until she was once more startled in her daydreaming by the arrival of something. This time it didn’t just appear however, it had flew in attached to the leg of a very regal looking snowy owl. She gave the owl a treat, took the letter and literally ripped it open. The first thing she noticed on the sheet of parchment was the Hogwarts crest. She skimmed down to find the author and was quite surprised to find it Professor Dumbledore himself. It read….
Dear Miss Granger
Would you do me the honor of meeting with me at 10.30pm today in my office.
Hopefully you will have not forgotten where it is
I look forward to our meeting.
Yours sincerely
Professor Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Hermoine was delighted but yet puzzled by the letter, ‘what does Dumbledore want to discuss?’ she thought. She quickly found a piece of parchment and wrote her reply and acceptance of his meeting and meeting time. She folded the paper and attached it to the still very looking regal owl, which gave a nod of its head as if in understanding, and flew off, back to its master.
(A/N: I had different font styles and italics at certain places but they were lost trying to post this, apologies).
Also the rating may go up or down later on depending on where I take this story. This story won't however get 'angsty', well maybe a wee tiny bit. Will be nice though, promise! :)
PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE read and review, it will be very much appreciated and helpful, Thanks. Just one, for me. :)
May not stay a 15, may going up or down depending on where I go with this story. Won't turn angsty though.
First ever Harry Potter FanFic so be gentle -- PLEASE review!
Disclaimers: not really mine, shock huh?!
No annoyance and copyright infringement meant to JK Rowling, just taking her children out to play (if I have stolen that saying from anyone deepest apologies and I’ll credit you for it if you email me at twwnuts001@yahoo.co.uk)!
This is basically a romance story. Have no idea where it is heading so bare with me please. Any suggestions will be much loved and appreciated.
Relaxed. That’s how she felt. It was a new experience for her to feel 'relaxed'. For the past nine months plus she had been constantly studying for her final exams at last year of University. Never having to sit exams again with her school career officially over. Her old ‘high school ‘ though, in her opinion was the most important part of her life so far. Now it has to be mentioned that this was no ordinary school. No, it was ‘Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’. With its real life moving paintings, it’s shifting staircases, its talking ghosts, it’s house elves and not to mention its subjects. You see the subjects taught here were very different from what ordinary schools taught. While others her age, who were muggles (i.e. non-magic folk), learned Chemistry, Biology, Modern Studies,…etc, the students at Hogwarts learned Potions, Transfiguration, Charms…etc. This different subject choice was far better in her opinion though.
Her teachers were also more extravagant than ‘normal’ ones. Headmaster Dumbledore with his long flowing white hair and mystical robes; Professor Snape with his glares and black swooshing robes; Professor Flitwick with his miniature stature and ‘flick-and-swish’. There is just so much indication that this was definitely no ordinary school.
But to her it had been home for seven years and she yearned to be back there again. Of course she knew that it would probably never be home for her again as they were no current positions open for teaching staff and if she did go back it wouldn’t be the same, would it? Things never tend to be as good the second time around do they? With her friends long graduated from there what would it be like?
But this was one dream and enquiry that would most probably stay a dream and be unanswered. With this she turned out the light and fell onto the bed. Not caring that she was still dressed in her robes, climbing under the quilt and falling asleep when her head just barely touched the pillow.
The next morning she woke up and looked around her small, compact flat which she had purchased, with a little help from her parents, in her second year of University.
It was modestly decorated with sprinkles of rich, vibrant colours that were suspiciously very Griffindor like, although not by accident. Her old Griffindor house still held a place in her heart as did her old head of house, Professor Minerva McGonnagal. When she had been made Head Girl in her final year, which had meant that she had had to constantly report to the deputy head of the school with the daily news in the school, that the staff wasn’t privy too, which was Professor McGonnagal. The two had grown very close with their daily chats, often exceeding the boundaries of a professional relationship. McGonnagal felt she had gained the daughter she never had and vice-versa for the head girl with her mother at away at home, McGonnagal was like a surrogate mother to her. This didn’t mean that Professor McGonnagal, who was the transfiguration teacher ever let up on her in class, quite the opposite in fact. McGonnagal only ed hed her harder to succeed.
The newly University graduated girl was drawn from her thought by the loud ‘bang’ appearance of a tightly wound up scroll with a wooden handles. It seemed suspended in mid air. The girl approached it with trepidation, who knew it could be a rogue death eater trying to get even with her due to her help in the downfall of Voldermort. She pulled out her wand to check for any curses it may hold but found none, so slowly but surely she put her hand to it. It immediately sprung to life giving the girl a start. It unraveled it self whilst giving off a glowing light of various beautiful colours before showing her what was written within. It read….
This certifies that Hermoine Granger has graduated from Oxford University with a Masters in Potions and Charms on the 21st June 2005.
Signed Arthur McMasters.
Hermoine smiled with joy. She was finally free from the education system and could now learn in pleasure and not out necessity. This lulled her into another daydream about what book she could start with until she was once more startled in her daydreaming by the arrival of something. This time it didn’t just appear however, it had flew in attached to the leg of a very regal looking snowy owl. She gave the owl a treat, took the letter and literally ripped it open. The first thing she noticed on the sheet of parchment was the Hogwarts crest. She skimmed down to find the author and was quite surprised to find it Professor Dumbledore himself. It read….
Dear Miss Granger
Would you do me the honor of meeting with me at 10.30pm today in my office.
Hopefully you will have not forgotten where it is
I look forward to our meeting.
Yours sincerely
Professor Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Hermoine was delighted but yet puzzled by the letter, ‘what does Dumbledore want to discuss?’ she thought. She quickly found a piece of parchment and wrote her reply and acceptance of his meeting and meeting time. She folded the paper and attached it to the still very looking regal owl, which gave a nod of its head as if in understanding, and flew off, back to its master.
(A/N: I had different font styles and italics at certain places but they were lost trying to post this, apologies).
Also the rating may go up or down later on depending on where I take this story. This story won't however get 'angsty', well maybe a wee tiny bit. Will be nice though, promise! :)
PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE read and review, it will be very much appreciated and helpful, Thanks. Just one, for me. :)