SUMMARY: Hermione looses her two best friends in the war against Voldemort. Because of this, she becomes depressed and flees from the world she loves. To London she goes and chooses to live as a muggle. Six years pass. Hermione slowly begins to forget how to use magic. Will the staff of Hogwarts be able to teach her again before the damage becomes permanent?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.
PAIRINGS: Hermione Granger, Severus Snape; Rated M
A/N: Hey! This is the last chapter. It's been a long road, hasn't it? I would like to thank everybody in advance for your reviews. Your quick thoughts really kept me going. I have never had any readers as dedicated to my stories as you guys have been. Again, thanks so much for your support!
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Epilogue
"Settle down, settle down. I will collect your essays at the end of class. In the meantime, please turn to page 457. Today, we will begin studying the preference on Muggle Holidays..."
Hermione Granger, make that Professor Hermione Granger, Muggle Studies teacher, took her place in the front of the classroom, preparing to instruct her students.
She had been teaching a total of three years now, and she was loving every minute of it. She thanked Merlin each day that she didn't take the Forget-Me-Not potion. It would have been the biggest mistake of her life. Never had she been so happy. Well, she could think of a few things...
Believe it or not, Hermione and Snape's relationship had only blossomed. What was only a one night fling, became something much greater. Something much, much greater.
In late April, they were to be wed.
When Snape had popped the question, Hermione couldn't believe her ears. The prospect of dreaming entered her mind more the once. But, it was no dream. It was real, and with the wedding only a month away, nervousness seemed to creep throughout Hermione each hour of the day.
It seemed that Snape always knew when she was nervous, or unsure of something. He would always help her through it.
"For homework tonight, I want you to write an essay..." the class began to groan and make sounds of protest. Hermione laughed. "You hate me for it now, but one day you will thank me for all the misery I put you through. Now, where was I...Oh, yes. I want you to write an essay, two rolls of parchment, on the differences and similarities of Muggle Holidays, comparing them to the Wizarding Holidays. You may leave last nights homework on your desks. Class dismissed."
Hermione walked around from her desk and collect the many rolls of parchment entitled The Muggle Revolution. Her students seemed to be very interested in this topic. Gathering them all, she placed them in her bag and made her way to the Great Hall for lunch. She would read through a few there...
So, when does one ask for help? When you feel you need it? Hermione asked because she needed help. And she got it from the people who cared most about her.
Every now and then, people forget. It is not done intentionally, of course, but it can still happen. We can forget who we are. We can become confused and pained about our life. We're lost in a sea so deep, the shallowly depths of the water never end.
Life never turns out the way one plans. Unexpected things always happen. Though, for the better or for the worse, they are always concealed from our eyes. A great part of life is learning.
As Hermione turned the corner and entered the Great Hall, she caught a glimpse of her future husband...Love is the same way, she thought. You never know what to expect. And as surprising as it is, you somehow always wind up happy in the end, forgetting everything that came before.
THE END