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of making any sort of profit from them, I simply wish to share a story with
the world.
A restless evening was all it was. A night in which the sky couldn't decide whether to open up and shower the earth with its tears or remain closed. Clouds on top of cloud rolled in over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The moon was hidden from view and the darkness they provided sheltered many young hearts that strolled on the hallowed grounds.
One such heart was that of a young, brave Gryffendor witch named Hermione Granger. With a bag slung over her shoulder and several heavy books in her hand, there would be no question where this accomplished young witch was headed. For all who knew her or even knew of her, Hermione could be seen (but not heard) studying in the library. Her transfigurations were the best in her year, her charms were very advanced and her mind seemed to absorb more knowledge than many other students at Hogwarts would even know what to do with. That evening, however, young Miss Granger had another location in mind.
Walking slowly along the path that she had traveled many times with Harry and Ron, Hermione headed towards Hagrid's hut. Hagrid, she knew, was away on Hogwarts business, business for Dumbledore, something he could not talk about. She knew it would be a matter of time before she and her friends found out what Hagrid was up to. He had a knack for saying things that he shouldn't say.
Placing one foot in front of the other Hermione slowly walked to the hut. Her robes swished along the rocky path and her feet kicked up the rocks and dust. Unlike other girls at Hogwarts, Hermione wasn't afraid of getting herself dirty if it meant that she could accomplish a greater goal. Tonight's goal was to find a location in which she could study a certain subject that was giving her trouble. The hut was the answer. A quiet location that would provide her with the warmth she needed and the shelter from what looked like a very unfriendly sky.
Of course, she could have gone to the library, or to the common room, but there were too many distractions, too many prying eyes. She needed to be alone; to collect her thoughts and to make sense of what was happening to her and around her. She was afraid and unsure of how to handle her current situation. Whenever she felt unsure Hermione always consulted a book. There were very few answers that Hermione couldn't find without a bit of research. Except these questions, these feelings were unlike any other that she had ever experienced. She wondered if she would every truly have an answer for them.
Clutching the books to her chest, Hermione looked up. She had reached Hagrid's hut, but there was something unusual about it. Something she didn't expect. Someone was there. There was no smoke rising from the chimney, so it was apparent that no fire was burning. Yet there was a dim light illuminating from the hut. Hermione could see it through the windows. There was also a muffled noise. Someone was talking, saying something, but Hermione couldn't make out a word, yet the voice sounded very familiar.
She slowly removed the books from her chest and stacked them on the ground in front of the window, pausing only for a moment to glance up at the volatile sky. She dropped her bag to the ground and stepped on her books, straining herself to peek inside the hut. Her eyes grew round as she discovered that the figure inside was looking out the window, directly into her curious brown eyes. It was then that the sky chose to open up.
A restless evening was all it was. A night in which the sky couldn't decide whether to open up and shower the earth with its tears or remain closed. Clouds on top of cloud rolled in over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The moon was hidden from view and the darkness they provided sheltered many young hearts that strolled on the hallowed grounds.
One such heart was that of a young, brave Gryffendor witch named Hermione Granger. With a bag slung over her shoulder and several heavy books in her hand, there would be no question where this accomplished young witch was headed. For all who knew her or even knew of her, Hermione could be seen (but not heard) studying in the library. Her transfigurations were the best in her year, her charms were very advanced and her mind seemed to absorb more knowledge than many other students at Hogwarts would even know what to do with. That evening, however, young Miss Granger had another location in mind.
Walking slowly along the path that she had traveled many times with Harry and Ron, Hermione headed towards Hagrid's hut. Hagrid, she knew, was away on Hogwarts business, business for Dumbledore, something he could not talk about. She knew it would be a matter of time before she and her friends found out what Hagrid was up to. He had a knack for saying things that he shouldn't say.
Placing one foot in front of the other Hermione slowly walked to the hut. Her robes swished along the rocky path and her feet kicked up the rocks and dust. Unlike other girls at Hogwarts, Hermione wasn't afraid of getting herself dirty if it meant that she could accomplish a greater goal. Tonight's goal was to find a location in which she could study a certain subject that was giving her trouble. The hut was the answer. A quiet location that would provide her with the warmth she needed and the shelter from what looked like a very unfriendly sky.
Of course, she could have gone to the library, or to the common room, but there were too many distractions, too many prying eyes. She needed to be alone; to collect her thoughts and to make sense of what was happening to her and around her. She was afraid and unsure of how to handle her current situation. Whenever she felt unsure Hermione always consulted a book. There were very few answers that Hermione couldn't find without a bit of research. Except these questions, these feelings were unlike any other that she had ever experienced. She wondered if she would every truly have an answer for them.
Clutching the books to her chest, Hermione looked up. She had reached Hagrid's hut, but there was something unusual about it. Something she didn't expect. Someone was there. There was no smoke rising from the chimney, so it was apparent that no fire was burning. Yet there was a dim light illuminating from the hut. Hermione could see it through the windows. There was also a muffled noise. Someone was talking, saying something, but Hermione couldn't make out a word, yet the voice sounded very familiar.
She slowly removed the books from her chest and stacked them on the ground in front of the window, pausing only for a moment to glance up at the volatile sky. She dropped her bag to the ground and stepped on her books, straining herself to peek inside the hut. Her eyes grew round as she discovered that the figure inside was looking out the window, directly into her curious brown eyes. It was then that the sky chose to open up.