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Leeness · 07-23-2007, 08:54 PM

- Dedicated to the Touzeh -

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or ideas, Ms Rowling does. This graphic was not made by me, it was in fact made by Ama-Lovah :]

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Contents

Chapter 1 ::
Chapter 2 ::
Chapter 3 ::
Chapter 4 ::

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Leeness · 07-23-2007, 08:55 PM

Chapter 1 ::

The woman wasn't very tall, about five foot two, and long grey hair came from her roots. She was sitting on a stool in front of a beautiful golden framed mirror, brushing her hair elegantly whilst dressed in her finest silk, green robe. All of this hassle and preparation to later lie on her back on a cosy mattress snuggling sheets of smooth velvet.

She heaved a loud sigh in the silence of the night and placed her brush upon her bedside where it joined a photograph. With her soft skinned hands she picked it up and ran her fingers over the iron photo frame. In the picture there was a woman with long brown hair, crystal blue eyes who wore a dress of immaculate white and frills. Next to the beauty was a man in dress robes who wore rimless glasses and whose hair made room for a bald patch just at the back of his head. The two people were dancing under a gorgeous archway, decorated with white roses and ivy.

Instead of returning the photograph where it once was, she moved herself to a trunk that lay on the bed and she put it in there. "See you at school Richard," she whispered softly to the man in the photograph.

Pomona Sprout felt extremely guilty. It had been five long years since her husbands passing after being strangled by devils snare on a business trip to Africa. He was alone and the grip of the plants vines were to have given him a fright, so much so that he dropped his wand and left himself helpless. However, she did not feel guilt because she blamed herself for her husbands passing, she felt guilt because as of late she had been finding herself looking at another man. He was a handsome fellow with black hair, deep eyes and a strong voice. A tear trickled down Pomona's cheek and she wiped it away clumsily, "This is silliness."

She took the thought from her mind and continued concentrating on whether she had everything before she returned to Hogwarts tomorrow morning to start another years teaching of insolent little brats. With this in mind, Pomona was looking unusually forward to this year as this was the year that a certain young wizard was supposed to be starting school. Rumours had been made about him ever since he had defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the very young age of one!

"Extraordinary," she said aloud to no one in particular. This year would indeed be interesting. Interesting to see if the boy held talents like that of his mother and father, the muggleborn and the troublemaker. The last thing Pomona needed was Potter to be like his father, she had enough grey hairs thank you very much. There was also whispered talk about which house the Potter boy would go into. Pomona, naturally, wished he were in her house but the chance stood more in Minerva McGonagall's grasp. Minerva, it was going to be fantastic to see her old friend once more and Filius.

A smile drew on her face. She remembered one time when she and Filius watched one of Minerva's lessons and charmed chalk to write on the board behind her. The children seemed to love it. Minerva? not so much. The smile evolved into a giggle.

She removed her wand and gave it a few flicks. The trunk lid closed and flew all by itself into the cupboard. "The glories of being a witch," she exclaimed with a voice of satisfaction as she pulled back the sheets and placed her backside on the bed. "Goodnight Pomona, old dear," she turned off the light, "Goodnight Richard."

Boys Like Ama · 07-23-2007, 09:09 PM

You know what I like about this chapter? That we get a back story to who Sprout really is? XD I never thought she'd be married but I suppose that Professor do have a love life even if it's not mentioned in the books. She's a widow! Which serves for perfect wondrous drama. I love drama. *cackles*

Update whenever you can. *titters*

Leeness · 07-23-2007, 09:21 PM

Well. Originally I was going to start it at the opening feast and ignore these simple little details completely, but I thought they were better suited being put in. & like you said, it shows Professors have a love life and in turn have lives! :]

Thanks Ama-lovah

prongs1295 · 07-23-2007, 11:47 PM

Thats really cool. Like Amah-lovah said, we get a background story. Never really thought that Professors would have a love life. Anyway, that was really good! PAMS

looneylovegood · 07-24-2007, 12:54 AM

wow that is a great start!!! i'm really looking foward to your next post

emma_rlz · 07-24-2007, 07:47 AM

Wow, this is a brilliant start. I can almost imagine it in my minds eye as I read it!

I'm looking forward to your next post!

Lena xXx

Proffesor Snape · 07-24-2007, 09:46 AM

Great start! I look forward to reading this.

Leeness · 07-24-2007, 11:24 AM

Thank you, you two, your comments were much appreciated and I love you all.

Second installement, enjoy:

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Chapter 2 ::

The sun glided through the window of Pomona Sprout's bedroom and irritated her eyelids as they began to twitch. She had had such a pleasant dream. Her and Richard had gone on holiday to a long golden beach, with a beautiful sunset and the most wonderful plants you could ever imagine. It had reminded her so much of the honeymoon they had taken together after their wedding; they had ventured off to Italy.

She opened her eyes and raised her hand over them whilst they adjusted to the bright light. The older woman sat herself up in and gave off a loud yawn. What was the time? Throwing the covers off of her she headed for the stairs, a good cup of tea was much needed. The clock on the kitchen wall told her it was five past nine.

Pomona had always been a morning person, as soon as she got out of bed she had to busy herself before she died of boredom. She was not one to sit about and she was positively sure it had tired Richard out at the best of times. She flicked her wand and a cup of tea began to make itself. "Maybe a spot of breakfast too," she said to herself.

A half hour later she sat at her dining table with a traditional english fry up and a steaming cup of tea. This would be the last meal she would make for herself until next summer began and she was pleased of this. The house elves were much better at preparing a decent meal than Pomona and she was ever so grateful for their presence at the castle.

She fiddled with a strip of bacon. Bacon reminded her an awful lot of her other man. He loved his bacon from what Pomona had observed. She would soon see him when she returned to the castle in a couple of hours.

Finishing the last bit of her breakfast, she headed back upstairs and started to get changed into the only clothes that were left in her cupboard. It was good that she was going back again, gave her something to do, less to worry about. Pomona Sprout was one who was dreading retirement.

"Locomotor Trunk," she muttered and the suitcase filled with her belongings waltzed behind her all the way into the living area. With another quick glance at the time she saw that it was quarter past ten. The thought of all the students running through the wall to catch the train, excitement drilling their insides. Pomona remembered when her Hogwarts days used to feel like that, even if the punishments were much stricter back then.

Deciding to eventually take her leave from the house, she put on some shoes, her hat and left, locking the door with a simple flick of her wand. The elderly woman made her way onto the street and round a corner. The street in which she loved was fabulously decorated with the most gorgeous muggle plants. She reached an alleyway and sidestepped into it. She had been carrying her trunk from the front door, with the help of a lightweight charm of course, so as not to confuse any peering muggles.

Every year when she returned home she had neighbours coming to her door wondering where the hell she had been all year round. Not that she told them she taught Herbology at a school for people who could do magic. She supposed the only reason that they asked was because they saw her wearing the most strange clothes before she left every year. Maybe they thought she was in strange cult?

With a simple pop Pomona Sprout left the alleyway deserted, not to be seen in it for another year to come.

fiery_fish · 07-24-2007, 12:14 PM

Veryvery nice! I like it!

Looking forward to chapter 3.

Leeness · 07-24-2007, 01:12 PM

Why thank you :]

looneylovegood · 07-24-2007, 02:40 PM

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Originally Posted by Fizzing Leebee

The sun glided through the window of Pomona Sprout's bedroom and irritated her eyelids as they began to twitch. [/font]

WOW! great discription!

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Originally Posted by Fizzing Leebee

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great word!!

i approve

can't wait for your next post!!!!
Pamsies! Pamsies! Pamsies!

Leeness · 07-24-2007, 03:26 PM

Haha. I love such a dedicated reader =P

looneylovegood · 07-25-2007, 03:34 PM

pamsies!... i love the plot set up so far

Sweet.Nightmare · 07-25-2007, 03:39 PM

Wow. These are both such wonderful chapters! I'm very much looking forward to chapter 3.

Leeness · 07-26-2007, 12:57 AM

Thanks for sparing some time to have a read at this fanfiction, it is much appreciated. Sorry I had no chapter up today but I was extremely busy: hopefully tomorrow. ^__^.

Leeness · 07-26-2007, 11:14 AM

Chapter 3 ::

Pop. Pomona Sprout stood in the lovely, sunlit town of Hogsmeade and it felt good to be back. The mountains looked high as ever, the streets as cobbled and Hogwarts looked the most deserted it had ever been. With her trunk following slowly behind her, Pomona made her way to the Three Broomsticks with the intention of having a couple of drinks.

As she entered the small pub she could see that Minerva, Filius and Hagrid were all seated round one table. This was usual tradition for the four of them before the start of each term. Minerva was looking as skinny as ever, even her lips had thinned down! Filius looked as if he had grown an inch or so to about 4 foot now and Hagrid looked as big as ever. "Hello all, how were your summers?" Pomona asked them cheerfully.

"Oh, wonderful," Pomona couldn’t help but hear the sarcasm in Minerva’s voice, "I had my grandchildren round for two whole weeks straight and it’s a wonder how they didn’t blow up the house before they left!"

The grouped chuckled, "It’s not funny!" The poor old dear shrieked.

"I went travelling Pomona, seen sights that all wizards ought to," piped up tiny little Filius.

"Oh, that sounds fantastic" Pomona awed, "and what about yours Hagrid?”

"Jus' same ole', same ole' with me Pomona," Hagrid put on a small smile and Pomona returned it sympathetically. Hagrid had a tendency to spend his summers in his hut on the grounds of Hogwarts and come down to the pub every night to get... well you know the story.

"Ah Pomona! What can I get you?" the young (younger than Pomona, anyway) barmaid had come up. "Just a gillywater Rosmerta, thank you."

As Rosmerta moved herself to behind the counter Minerva shoved her head forward and began whispering. You would think gossiping would die with old age, but not with Minerva. She may look like she takes no interest in the happenings of other peoples lives, but in fact, she thrives on them! "What do you think Dumbledore wants with us Pomona?"

"Dumbledore?" repeated Pomona out of confusion.

"The owl," Minerva said with impatience in her voice. A few days back an owl had come swooping into the living area of Pomona Sprout and delivered a letter to her from her boss, the Headmaster of the school, Albus Dumbledore.

"Well, I am sure we will all find out when we go back up to the castle," Pomona inputted as she had no clue as to what it was that Dumbledore had requested to see them for.

"Not me," piped up Hagrid, "he didn' invite me ter the meetin"

You could tell that Hagrid was quite upset and angry about the lack of invitation and quite frankly Pomona was surprised. Dumbledore had always thought highly of and respected Hagrid's views and help. Maybe it was something Hagrid couldn't do? Something involving... magic!

SLAM. The gillywater was banged on the table surface in front of Pomona and it had startled her. "That'll be 4 sickles please Pomona." She handed over the money and Rosmerta retreated to behind the bar once more. The rest of the conversation held was about the talk of Potter coming to Hogwarts and more details of their summer. They had at least four drinks each before they decided to head back up to the castle. It was good to be back with friends.

looneylovegood · 07-26-2007, 02:10 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Fizzing Leebee

"Oh, wonderful," ... Minerva's voice, "I had my grandchildren round for two whole weeks straight and it’s a wonder how they didn’t blow up the house before they left!"

grandchildren interesting...

Quote:

Originally Posted by Fizzing Leebee

"Jus' same ole', same ole' with me Pomona," Hagrid put on a small smile and Pomona returned it sympathetically. Hagrid had a tendency to spend his summers in his hut on the grounds of Hogwarts and come down to the pub every night to get... well you know the story.

thats just too much like what hagrid would say i can hear his exact voice...

Pams Pams Pams i can't wait for the next chapter to find out what happens next!

Leeness · 07-26-2007, 03:29 PM

^__^ Thanks Loony

Leeness · 07-30-2007, 07:56 PM

Chapter 4 ::

They had all agreed to go check their classrooms and offices before heading up to see Dumbledore. It was the pre-year spring clean that had to be done. For Pomona, the cleanliness of her quarters and greenhouses didn't stay that way for long after term started and she never tidied up after mess was made. Occasionally house elves would help her out by tidying for her.

When her greenhouses were presentable and her plants fed she made her way to her quarters to unpack. The room had a cold, eerie feeling about it after being abandoned so long. "Ah, Pomona. Nice to see you back."

Pomona gave a yelp as the voice startled her and she turned round to see the fat friar. The fat friar was the Hufflepuff house ghost, "Oh, Friar. You gave me a fright. What can I do for you?" She stopped her unpacking for a moment to find out what this interruption was for.

"Well, I was wondering what you think our chances are of snagging the Potter boy," the fat friar beamed at her. The thought of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, being in his house must have been exciting him all summer.

"I think we are no match for the Gryffindors my dear friar. Both the boys parents were in Gryffindor and from what we can tell from his reputation and such, he seems destined to be in Gryffindor," Pomona disappointed him.

"Well, lets not give up hope then, eh?"

"Certainly not," Pomona smiled, "I will see you at the feast Jonathon."

The fat friar left the room and Pomona returned to her trunk. Her clothes were placed into a cupboard on the far left of the room. She placed her very own sheets of yellow and black on the bed and decorated the walls with pictures of her closest friends and family, the one of Richard went on her bedside. It felt good to be back at the castle. One of the reasons Pomona returned to teach here was that she dearly missed it when she had left her seventh year with 7 NEWT's.

She walked out of the door on the right wall which led to her office. It was bare and empty. No homework to check, tests to mark or pranksters to punish quite yet, that would soon clutter the office during the upcoming year. Her eyes fell upon a gorgeous golden clock that hung on the wall with a wooden carved badger sitting on top of it. She was late for the meeting with Dumbledore.

When she reached the stone gargoyle Filius and Minerva were already there. "We said quarter past three Pomona!" snapped Minerva.

"I got carried away with my cleaning," lied Pomona.

"Sherbet Lemon!" piped up tiny little Flitwick.

The stone gargoyle jumped to the side and a spiral staircase was made visible. The three of them walked up the stairs where they met the door to their boss' office. Minerva was the one to chap and open the door for them. Albus was already behind his desk waiting. Two other people occupied the room: Snape and Quirrel.

Quirrel used to be the Muggle Studies professor before he went on a trip to Albania. He had returned to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts this term. And there was Snape. His shoulder length black hair, his gorgeous physique and his mesmerizing black eyes. He was such a handsome man.

Daggers hit Pomona in the chest as these thoughts raced through her head. Cheating cow whisked through her thoughts and she fell to the floor, clutching her breast. "Pomona!" Filius shouted, bending down to see if she were alright. Albus, Quirrel and Minerva joined him, however, Snape just looked down on her.

"I'm fine, i'm fine," she flustered as she got back on her feet. "Just some cramp is all." The people in the room stared at her in disbelief but she took no notice, "You wished to see us Albus?"

She felt like such an IDIOT. She had just embarrassed herself in front of him. Her cheeks blushed as she cursed herself inside her own head. "Right you are Pomona," Albus' old voice overtook her own thoughts.

"As you were aware, I was having something at Hogwarts this year that would need protecting. Hagrid delivered the philosopher's stone to me a week ago and it now resides here in the castle. The only protection it holds right now is Hagrid's three headed dog: Fluffy."

Pomona and her fellow professors watched the old man in awe, "I need each of you and your talents to place further protection on the stone. We will add them throughout the year as I am glad to say, the stone does not seem under any particular threat as of yet."

Well the fact that Fluffy was already in place would explain why Hagrid was not invited to this meeting, he had already done his bit. Pomona wondered what she could do in order to help protect the stone. "That is all. I suggest you all go and prepare for the feast, the students shall be arriving soon."

No one asked any questions, no one stayed behind. They all left the office in single file, pleased that they were handed such responsibility. A wide smile formed on Pomona's face. All embarrassment from before had been wiped from her mind.

MusicalTheatreGirl · 07-31-2007, 02:33 PM

*new reader* this story is amazing!!! love your choice of words

Leeness · 08-01-2007, 08:48 PM

Aw, thank you and welcome to my fic. Bwhahaha!

XxHPaddict17xX · 08-02-2007, 10:50 PM

You know, I never thought I'd be interested in a story about Sprout... I stand corrected.

You're story is amazing so far! I can't wait for the next chapter!

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