So… this is my first fanfic. I really hope you enjoy it! Please review so I can grow as a writer and keep everyone entertained. Thank you for reading!

Also, JK Rowling owns EVERY CHARACTER! She owns all those fantastic ideas and stories that hopefully, most of the population has grown to love. Thank you JK Rowling for producing such an amazing series!

Chapter 1: To the Dungeons

A silver doe was running around a small lake and a young woman with slightly bushy brown hair was staring dreamily at it from under a lone tree a little ways away from the lake. Hermione Granger couldn't see who the owner of the patronus was, but it didn't matter much to her. The doe was beautiful either way. She sighed and looked back at her new home, a large castle that she was going to be teaching at in a matter of weeks. Hermione sighed and smiled weakly to herself excited but a little depressed. So many people had died here. She sighed again and curled up in a small ball, looking back at the beautiful patronus. It looked so familiar but she couldn't quite remember who it had belonged to. She had seen so many people produce a patronus before and during the war and could only remember what her two closest friends could whip up. Ron Weasley, a tall, dimwitted redhead had the most trouble, but was able to produce a small dog. Harry Potter, a lanky and tall boy who was very famous for defeating the most feared wizard of all time, produced the most elegant stag she had ever seen. As for herself, she produced an otter.

Hermione had been part of the biggest wizarding war in a long time. Voldemort, the most feared dark wizard of all time, had gone around gathering followers and killing anyone who wasn't a pureblood. He sought total power and was crushed by a boy half his age. But before his defeat, Hermione and her friends had been through terrible things. She flipped her arm so she could see the words carved into her skin. Mudblood. The young woman closed her eyes and turned her arm away so she couldn't see the awful word. She shot them open again because the image of Bellatrix Lestrange popped up. Hermione wiped the tears that silently fell from her soft face before anyone of the teachers could see.

I don't need any one of them thinking I am a lunatic or unable to teach before the year even starts! Hermione breathed in slowly then got up. She looked back at the lake but the doe was no longer there. She shook her head and started to walk towards the school. She needed to clean her new room and move everything in to her new bedroom now so that she was ready for the starting of her new career. She walked down the familiar corridors, but instead of wearing her old student robes, she now wore long black robes that had the Gryffindor crest. She walked past the door to the dungeons and paused.

Professor Snape. Glad you are alive.

"Miss Granger, do you need something?" Hermione jumped and turned around to see a tall, dark man gliding towards her. He stopped a few feet away and scowled down. "Please call me either professor or Hermione as I am now a teacher at Hogwarts." She looked up into her old potions masters dark eyes testily.

"Miss Granger, I will call you what feels most suitable to me. Or," he smirked, "would you rather I call you the insufferable know-it-all?" Hermione sighed and closed her eyes, then got an idea. "Professor?"

Snape had started walking back to his room when he heard the young woman behind him say something. He turned around to see Hermione look down and blush. He hated when girls blushed around him. "What?" He snapped. Big brown eyes met his own and looked back down at the floor. I saw her take a huge breath then she finally asked, "could you-" She paused for a second, unsure. Suddenly her legs buckled and she hit the floor hard. Snape raised his eyebrows in shock and picked the ex-student up in his arms. He walked swiftly down the corridors until he reached a pair of large doors. Poppy was already outside the hospital wing and rushing towards the man.

"What happened?" Poppy snapped.

"I am not sure Poppy. One minute she was seemingly able to stand perfectly well the next she was on the ground." Snape looked at the unconscious girl. He noticed a small bump on her hairline. "I think she hit her head."

"Poor dear. I will take care of her. Would you lay her on a bed Severus?" The tall man nodded and glided towards the nearest hospital bed. He looked down at Hermione once more then gently set her down. Snape sighed and looked at Poppy pleadingly. "My throat." Poppy nodded and rushed over to her medicines. She picked the right one and handed it to Snape.

"I told you not to put unneeded stress on your body Severus!" The plump woman hissed.

"What did you expect me to do?" He hissed back.

"Use yo-" but Snape never found out what he should have used because that that moment, Hermione groaned and opened her eyes. The girl looked around cautiously and her eyes set on Snape.

"You aren't dead."

Hermione looked around the room trying to understand what just happened. She was talking to Snape and then… and then she saw him die. She remembered standing in front of the dungeon door talking to her old Professor when Nagini had come from… from somewhere. The snake hissed and lunged at the tall and dark man. She remembered him dying! And then she locked eyes with him. He's alive.

"You aren't dead." Hermione croaked in surprise. Her eyes grew wider and she clenched the blanket trying to stand.

"And what do you think you are doing Miss?" Poppy breathed, trying to force the young lady back on her bed.

"He can't be alive!" Hermione shouted. "I saw him die. AGAIN! WHY DOY YOU KEEP DYING THEN COMING BACK?" The wizard couldn't believe it.

"I believe you were informed that Dumbledores phoenix saved me in my… worst hour. Did professor mcgonagall fail to inform you?"

"N-no sir. But… back by your room sir. Nagini bit you again! Please Madame!" Hermione tugged on the nurse's sleeve. "Please check his throat again! He will die!"

Madame pomfrey paused for a second and turned to Snape. "I believe that I should check your neck to give this girl comfort."

Snape sighed and lifted his collar down. Hermione winced while Poppy looked. "There is nothing to fear Miss Granger. His wounds are healing very well. There are no new marks."

Instead of looking relieved, the young witch looked terrified and confused. "Why… why did I see that if it didn't happen? Please, I am terrified."

Madame Pomfrey glanced at Snape unsure of herself. She had no idea what happened.

"Can you stand Granger?" Snape questioned, being surprisingly soothing to Hermione.

"I believe so." She whispered and looked at Poppy for permission. The nurse pursed her lips but nodded silently. Hermione was shaky but managed to get out of bed. She jumped when she felt a strong arm loop around her own for support and looked up to see a pale face with a stone cold expression. "Where are we going sir?"

"To the dungeons."