Author's note: This is just kind of an experiment, this is my first fanfic. I want to see if people would be interested in reading it before I write more of it. I love reading fanfic so I decided to write some of my own.
I'm also looking for a beta for this story, I'm a full time college student so the chapters will be slow in coming, but I do have the first four chapters written.
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling, big surprise. I don't own the characters, only the plot, and I am making absolutely no money from this.
Chapter 1 A New Year
It was the first day back of her seventh year and Hermione sat on the window ledge in the library thinking to herself. She had just spent her first summer at home in nearly two years and what a horrible summer it was. I can't go back there; I just can't live like that. She thought to herself.
Hermione had not been home for summer, or any breaks, come to think of it, since fourth year, but this year she could not avoid it. Her parents, well, her mother had begged her to come home. Hermione tried to explain how dangerous it would be for her to leave the protection of Hogwarts, but her mother would have none of it. What she didn't say was that Voldemort wasn't who was keeping her from home.
"There you are Hermione, we've been looking for you everywhere!" called Ginny Weasley as she approached Hermione's "hiding spot" in the library.
"Hi Ginny. Hi Luna." Hermione replied trying to sound happy, but not quite making it there. Ginny pretended not to notice.
"Come on Hermione, you're going to miss the start of the feast!"
"Oh my, is it that late already?" She said, not betraying the fact that she had hoped to miss the feast all together.
"Yeah, come on let's go and we might still make it on time!" Ginny urged enthusiastically.
They arrived in the hall just before the first years were supposed to be sorted. Luna went over to the Ravenclaw table and Ginny and Hermione joined the boys at the Gryffindor table.
"Where were you guys?" Ron asked impatiently.
"Hermione was trying to get a head start on her studying in the library." Ginny replied so Hermione wouldn't have to answer.
"Hermione, NEWTs aren't until the end of this year; if you start studying now your head will be too full to learn anything else!" Hermione laughed at Ron's assessment of her study skills, but it did little to lift her mood.
The feast went off without a hitch and soon everyone was back in the common room sitting in their favorite chairs by the fireplace.
"Hermione, are you ok? You've been so quiet I hardly noticed you during dinner." Harry asked gently.
"I'm just tired Harry, it's just been a long day." She smiled to make it look more convincing.
"Ok, but from now on I want you to promise me you'll take it easy on the studying until at least March?"
"I'll try." It was late and Hermione excused herself and went up to her room that she shared with Ginny. Half an hour after Hermione went up to bed Ginny came up. She peeked into Hermione's four-poster to see if she was really sleeping; she was.
I wonder what has gotten into her today; she's been acting so strange. Ginny thought to herself.
The next morning was the first day of classes. The first class that she had was Potions and she felt alone. The boys had decided to drop it because they no longer wanted to be Aurors; that and neither of them fancied another year with Professor Snape. Hermione looked around and there was only one other Gryffindor and that was Dean Thomas. It was a very small class but it also contained Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. Oh great she thought that's all I need in here is those two idiots to make my life miserable. Just then the doors banged open as Professor Snape made his usual dramatic entrance; robes billowing behind him reminding Hermione of why he was known as the black bat of the dungeons.
Hermione had never joined the boys in the opinion that Snape was a total git. Sure he was tough, but if you looked closely at the part he had to play; having to be a spy in Voldemort's inner circle of Death Eaters, you could see where he couldn't exude a sunshine personality. To the close observer, like Hermione, one could see that when he taught he taught with a passion.
Yes he was harsh, but would you want someone to teach you how to brew a difficult potion the right way or someone to pat you on the shoulder when you screwed it up. Although sometimes he went a little far, Professor Snape was just playing a part; as was Hermione.
Hermione played the part of the happy and perfect only child with wonderful parents. She also had to be the perfect student; head girl, perfect grades, and have volumes of knowledge ready at the drop of a hat. That which lies beneath the surface in each of them is buried so far inside that it is barely distinguishable from the persona that they wear everyday. The truth was more than any one person could handle. They were more alike than anyone could guess.