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Salt Rocks by javct

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Format: Novella
Chapters: 17
Word Count: 26,038
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Romance
Characters: Hermione, Draco, OC
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Ron/Lavender, Neville/Luna

First Published: 04/12/2011
Last Chapter: 03/29/2012
Last Updated: 03/29/2012

Summary:
Banner: AccioHedwig | Completed as of 30th March 2012!



She wasn't going back. She was sick of the way that the public looked at her: "The brains," "The additional member of the Golden Trio," and "The bushy haired, muggleborn Hermione Jean Granger,"
After a year of hiding, fate turns her way and she meets someone she doesn't expect to: Draco Malfoy


Chapter 11: Hogwarts
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Hermione stood outside Hogwarts, feeling surprising nervous. She had been standing outside Hogwarts for god knows how long and yet she still couldn’t move.

 

Come on Darling, you’re a Gryffindor for a reason She told herself. Taking a deep breath, Hermione began to walk towards the Great Castle that she had onced called her home. The doors were unlocked so Hermione strolled through the entrance hall. It was the holidays, Hermione reminded herself, as she walked through the halls seeing only the occasional students.


“Hermione my dear. What the devil are you doing here?” Hermione spun around on her heels and came face-to-face with Professor Sprout. As per usual, she was covered in mud and dirt and was wearing her daggy, yet dearly loved denim overalls and green top hat.

 

“Professor Sprout! I’m here to speak to Professor McGonagall actually. Is she around?” Hermione asked. Professor Sprout scuffed her foot on the stone wall, banishing some of the dirt that had been collected over her several years of teaching, that were on her shoes.


“I think she may be in her office. I’ve been down in the greenhouse all day with Neville,”


“Neville?” Hermione asked. Professor Sprout beamed with confident as Hermione mentioned her best student.

 

“Yes, Neville. He is the Herbologly teacher now, I just help him out.” Professor Sprout explained, “Sorry Hermione I’ve got to go and give these to Poppy. If you want to find Minerva try looking in her office and if she is not there, then check the astronomy tower; she likes to visit the tower in her spare time.” Professor Sprout held up a bucket and began to trudge up the stairs that led to the the Hospital Wing.

 

Hermione watched her former Professor walk through the walls of Hogwarts and smiled stupidly. She had always said to herself when she was still in school that one day, she would become a Professor - Transfiguration if she had got her choice - and walk through the walls of Hogwarts daily.

 

But then again. Life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan Hermione thought to herself as she began the steep climb to the Headmasters Office.

 

“Oh crap, I don’t know the password.” Hermione swore, made a u-turn and began to head back towards the Teachers Lounge. She was surprised that she still knew her way around the old place.

 

“Miss Granger, pleasure to see you again.” Professor Slughorn exclaimed when he opened the door to the teachers lounge. Hermione smiled sweetly at the daft, old Professor and explained her predicament. Slughorn smiled and gave her an answer, “The password is ‘Dumbledore’, is there anything I can help you with My Dear?” Hermione shook her head sadly.


“Sorry Professor, I really need Professor McGonagall for this.” Professor Slughorn looked slightly dejected but let Hermione go none the less.

 

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“Dumbledore.” Hermione said and watched as the great eagle spread its wings and showed the old and weathered stone steps that led up to the Headmistresses office.

 

“I don’t care how many told you to do it! You shouldn’t do it!” Hermione heard McGonagall explain.

 

“Sorry Miss, it won’t happen again,” The student promised. Hermione brought her hand up to the wooden door and knocked three times.

“Enter!” Hermione pushed the door open and saw a face that she hadn’t seen in a year.

 

“Hermione! What a lovely surprise!” Professor McGonagall exclaimed before turning her attention back to the student, who had tried to sneak out of the door, “Now Ben, you will get 2 after school detentions with Mr. Filch and you will have to apologize to Miss Baker.” Ben nodded vigourserly and walked out of the office, his head hanging low. McGonagall smiled slightly and turned her attention to her former student.


“Now, Hermione, how can I help you? I was quite surprised to find out that you were not dead,” McGonagall said, indicating for Hermione to sit down. Hermione rubbed her shoulders and sat down on a chair opposite McGonagall and the large portrait of the recently deceased and deeply loved Professor Dumbledore, who was smiling at Hermione over his half-moon spectacles.

 

“Professor, I was wondering whether you might be able to help me with something important.” McGonagall sat down on her chair and leaned forward.

 

“With what?” She asked. Hermione took a deep breath, she knew what she was about to say sounded impossible and insane.


“Well,” She started, not sure where to start, “I was wondering whether you could help me with deciphering these words, I heard them.... Well, actually I read them in a book and I couldn’t decipher them.”

“I’ll try and help you of course; what were these words?” McGonagall asked.


“Do you have any paper? I can’t pronounce them properly.” McGonagall flicked her wand and out of her bookcase zoomed a blank sheet of paper. Hermione grabbed a quill and ink and wrote down the words: Magus Ignis, Dominus, Lamia, Insigne and Veneficus. Handing the sheet of paper to McGonagall she waited in anticipation.

 

“It’s Latin.” McGonagall said.

 

Latin, of course, how could I be so stupid! Hermione thought to herself. She had been too busy overlooking all the lost magic languages that she had completely forgotten about the old muggle languages.

 

“What do the words translate to then?” Hermione asked, mentally hitting herself once more. McGonagall returned to the paper.

 

Magus Ignis translates to Evil Fire. Dominus is Master. Insigne is Badge, Lamia means Witch and Veneficus means Wizard. They are vague translations but they mean around the same words.” McGonagall explained, pursing her lips together.

 

“Thank you Professor!” Hermione said, standing up from her chair.


“Was that it Miss Granger?” McGonagall asked and Hermione nodded, “Well, I hope to see you around Miss Granger.” Mcgonagall bade Hermione farewell.

 

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Hermione paced around her small room, trying to remember the conversation she had overheard with Dorian and Ciara.

 

“Well, find it then Evil Fire, you can’t let Master down again,” 

 

“I know Ciara, but someone took it!” 

 

“Evil Fire, calm down,”

 

“No! I will not calm down! I have a mission to fulfill and I need my badge!”

 

“Listen Evil Fire, The Master gave you strict instructions, it should all be over by now!” 

 

“I’m not going to stuff this mission up too. The Witch is already walking on thin ice, I would have had the mission finished as soon as the Witch got here but the Wizard has been watching me like a hawk,” 

 

Hermione felt the all the colour rush from her face. Sitting down on the edge of her bed Hermione tried to calm herself down. Whatever Dorian was, Whoever Dorian was, he had targeted Hermione since the moment she had arrived at St. Peters.

 

“Shit.”

 



 

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A/N: HEY!!! Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been working on other stories as well. Anyway, I hope you all liked this chapter, I know it's a bit slow but I needed this chapter in here somewhere.

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