Arthur Weasley was humming away as he eyed the beautiful speakers as it blasted the wedding march across the great hall. He bought them from a muggle thrift shop. The Weasley twins high fived each other as they saw Hermione being escorted on her beautiful white dress. They helped with the decorating and even set up a fireworks display after. The rest of the Order began clapping but are still on guard for possible threats, two heroes are going to be wedded! Of course it can be a possible ambush. Harry smiled at her as she walked, her amber eyes shining with happiness. Who would have thought? The Brains of the Trio and the Master spy? United and have declarations of love.

"You look beautiful, Hermione." Harry whispered and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you, Harry." She hugged him and looked at her groom. His features are unreadable and he looked menacing even when he was wearing white all over. Hermione surveyed the great hall and saw Ron waving at her. She mouthed a small. 'he came.' and was surprised to see Draco standing beside Ron.

Harry handed Hermione's arm on Severus' and they walked together in front of the aisle.

Hermione looked at front and they all clapped. Everyone was cheering on their profound love. She smiled fully and thanked merlin for having much of this happiness. The Priest settled the crowd and began reading the vows.

"Do you Hermione Jean Granger take. Severus Tobias Snape as your lawfully wedded and bonded husband. For better or worse. Through Merlin's sufferings and happiness?"

"I do." She replied.

"Do you Severus Tobias Snape, Take Hermione Jean Granger as your..."

It grew silent.

Severus backed away and turned his back on the Altar. He lowered his face and it suddenly grew silent.

"What?" Hermione nervously asked. She walked in front of Severus and reached to touch his face. He moved his head away and stepped back.

Severus de materialized and vacated the Great hall.

Hermione held on her dress tight, and gripped hard on a nearby chair.

Hermione jolted from her desk. Cold sweat present on her forehead. She frowned and saw that she crumpled a decent (was once decent) parchment.

"Damn it." She cursed.

"Bad dream?"

"I do wish it was just a dream." She muttered under her breath.

"You did an all nighter again?" A tall blonde man asked another question having thought that the first one wasn't heard and went to his opposite end of the office.

"No. I'm actually at Paris drinking latte... STOP STATING THE OBVIOUS, CAN'T YOU JUST EVAPORATE?" She hissed then settled back on her chair.

"I'm not a liquid to evaporate." He stated quickly.

"Not all liquids evaporate." She argued that made her smirk.

"Wow, Sarcastic then... turning into an academic in a second. You really amuse me Hermione Granger."

"Shut up and get me that case file." She stretched and with a flick of her wrist. A cup of coffee began floating across the room.

"You could've used that great magic of yours to get it yourself-- Ouch! Did you just swat me with a--"

"Yes. I can do that as well. So just get them for me?"

"Fine. Here's the next one... Err you might want to skip this."

"I don't skip case files. You know that."

"Well. I think I grabbed the wrong one."

"Chris! Just hand me the bloody case file."

Hermione stood up and grabbed the case file. She read the passage that made her immediately frown.

"Hogwarts... It's been what? 4 years? I'm not that bloody 18 year old fool anymore, Chris. I'm a lot better now."

"Are you sure? I know you are, Hermione but you can always say no."

"And then what? Accept defeat? Never."

Hermione apparated with Chris in front of the gates.

Knowing the drill, Chris casted a patronus, to prompt their arrival. They were then greeted by Filch. Hermione and Chris gave the old man their pleasantaries and headed towards the Entrance hall.

"I trust that you remember Hogwarts. Miss Granger, I'll leave you be."

"Thank you, Mister Filch." Hermione nodded and walked curiosly across the halls. She remembered the first time that she attended Hogwarts. She looked at the structure that made her frown. Some parts were fixed but the repairs were evident. She helped with the reconstruction on some parts of the castle, but she wasn't able to attend on the school's reopening. Thinking of it. This was the only time that she had gotten back to Hogwarts. The last time was during her wedding. The most dreadful day of her life. She brushed off the thought quickly. She buried those feelings long ago.

"Hermione!" She stopped eyeing the ceiling and met the eyes of her former head of house.

"Hello, Minerva." She dipped her head and hugged her mother figure.

"Oh dear me. How are you dear? You look so thin, petite, but still pretty I assure you that." Minerva gave her a wink that made Hermione shake her head in amusement. Chris smiled upon seeing a new emotion from Hermione.' She rarely laughs. If that counts as one.' He thought.

"I'm fine, Minerva. Just a bit busy that's all." Hermione pulled away from the hug.

"Oh hush. You better take care of yourself now. Oh! I'm sorry. Mister?" Minerva looked at a tall man beside Hermione.

"Mister Hemsworth." Chris smiled and kissed Minerva's hand.

"How chivalrous. Let's talk in my Office with a cup of tea." They headed at the headmistress' office and sat down for tea. Minerva discussed the case and Hermione sipped while pondering.

"Let me see. You filed for a missing D.A.D.A Professor?"

"Yes, He has already left his post but somehow, students would claim that they saw the man wandering around Hogwarts. They are not sure, but his built and stance were recognized. I fully believe that his magical signature isn't recognised anymore by the Hogwarts Wards. It's quite odd too. "

"Is this man dangerous?" Hermione asked as she began writing down the details with a dicta-quill.

"No. But I still fear for the safety of the students."

"I can help with patrols, Headmistress. I'll handle the patrols from Monday to Wednesday and Hermione can take Thursday to friday." Hermione looked up at Chris's remark and nodded firmly.

"That's fine with me, And for Saturday, we can both patrol."

"That would be a big help, Mister Hemsworth and Miss Granger. I'll be sure to mention this at the staff meeting. Oh dear... I'm still troubled and I hope that you can help me."

"Anything, Minerva." Hermione offered.

"Can you be a Professor for D.A.D.A?"

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