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AN: I am so sorry about not updating for so long. I've had a lot of work at
school and have been helping a friend through a really hard break-up the
past couple months. And I would like to thank all those who have reviewed
and would like to especially thank Elf of Light for e-mailing me. I would
have replied, but my email is down at the moment so I couldn't respond.
And, as a last excuse, I have been researching extensively for a new HP
fic. After all my research, I probably know more about France than the
French. If anyone is interested in a summary, e-mail me and I'll respond to
you as soon as my e-mail is back up. (Which the techs at the website assure
me is about 2 days. I would also like to apologize for the last chapter,
the website didn't load the chapter right which resulted the whole no-space
thing. Well, enough of my rambling and on to the fic.
Hermione sat in the middle of the transfiguration classroom, watching
as Prof. McGonagall passed back the previous nights homework. As the
professor came to her desk, she paused.
"Miss Granger, can you kindly explain the abysmal quality of your work?"
Hermione sat stunned, she had spent hours on that essay, painstakingly
researching all her information before putting it in the essay.
"B-b-but Professor," Hermione began," What could possibly be wrong? I
spent hours researching every bit of information in that paper."
"What could possibly be wrong? Miss Granger, are you insulting me?" the
indignant professor practically screeched at her.
"Never professor, you know I would never do that."
"Well, if you didn't mean to insult me, can you kindly explain why you
turned in this insulting paper? I mean, look at this mistake!" With that
she slammed the offending paper onto Hermione's desk and pointed at the
Hermione stared in shock at her so called 'mistake'. "Excuse me professor,"
she began "but this is simply a misspelling. Surely this can't be what
you're talking about."
"Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said in a low voice, reminding
Hermione eerily of Snape "I would not kid about such a serious matter. This
blatant disregard for the rules of spelling is unacceptable. I have already
contacted the Head Master about your infraction. He and I have both agreed,
you're to be expelled."
Hermione was speechless. Surely, they wouldn't expel her for making a
spelling error, would they? But she didn't have any more time to think
because suddenly the Head Master appeared.
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore began, the glint gone from his eyes "I'm afraid
Professor McGonagall is right. We just can't have anyone who's such a
horrid failure in our school. I'm afraid you'll have to leave immediately."
With that the room swirled and when it came back into focus, Hermione found
herself outside the gates of Hogwarts, staring in at the gathered students
"Hermione, we're so disappointed in you." Said a voice behind her. She spun
around to see the crest fallen faces of her parents.
"Mum, Dad, I can explain. There must be some mistake-" but she was cut off
by her fathers harsh words.
"Hermione, we just can't have a failure for a daughter. I'm afraid that
we've found a replacement for you. Someone who won't fail us. Someone who
will appreciate us and not run off to Egypt to play with bones." Hermione
just stared in utter shock, tears rolling down her check. Then she said:
"But who could replace me? I'm your daughter."
"No you're not Hermione, at least not anymore." Said a familiar voice from
behind her parents. She looked in horror to see Harry Potter move and
embrace her mother, who gladly returned the gesture. "Like they said, who
would want a spoiled, buck-toothed failure for a daughter? They certainly
didn't. So they choose me, Hermione." There was particular venom in his
voice when he said her name and suddenly, everyone was chanting 'Hermione
"No," she pleaded "Please, I won't be a failure. I promise. You've got to
"Hermione, Hermione" she heard a far off voice call.
"Please take me back." She whispered, tears now pouring down her cheeks.
"Hermione!" came the voice, startling her out of her dream. When she
awoke, Hermione sat up so quickly and with so much force that her chair
tipped backward. As she fell, she felt the leg of her chair hit something,
closely followed by a grunt. When she and the chair hit the floor, so did
what her chair hit. When she opened her eyes, which she didn't even realize
she had close, she saw the startled face of Sirius Black.
AN: Am I evil enough to end it here? Yes. You'll just have to wait till I
update next time, which will be quite soon, seeing as this plot bunny has
awoken from its apparent coma with vengeance. Reviews and suggestions just
fuel this bunny.
-The Great Lily Lupin