Author's Notes: Hey, I'M STARTING A NEW FIC! I know I know, I haven't
finished my other ones. But this is so good. The idea just popped in my
head and I guess I was high when I started to type it up on my computer.
Hope that you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling wrote it, I'm just borrowing it.
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The End
1 By Jt112
'I can't believe that they aren't here' Harry thought as he sat waiting for his two best friends to arrive. Today was September 1st. Harry's favorite day. This was the day that he would go back to Hogwarts. But it seemed different without Ron and Hermione. It seemed quieter, more peaceful. But still, Harry sat in the compartment hoping for his saviors to arrive. Suddenly, Harry heard a shuffle and then someone give a small cry of pain.
"OW! You stepped on my foot, you idiot," a female voice whispered.
"Well, if you weren't so slow, I wouldn't have stepped on you feet" another voice replied.
"Why you." the other said.
Harry recognized these voices immediately. They were his best friends Ron and Hermione. And they were fighting just like always. Harry knew that Ron and Hermione liked each other very much; they just had different views and voiced them loudly, very loudly. So Harry rose from his seat and walked towards the door of the compartment. He then saw Hermione with a death glare and Ron with one too.
"Good to see you too guys," Harry declared. Hermione and Ron then realized that Harry was next them. A smile came over Hermione and she whispered his name.
"Hey man, how was the summer at the Dursley's. Was it as awful as I think?" Ron said.
"It was worse, but let's forget about that." He replied looking at Ron and Hermione. He noticed that Ron grew a little over the summer. And he seemed to have more freckles than before (if that was possible). "I am on my way to Hogwarts and I have to worry about school now," he finished.
They entered the compartment together and then sat down. Hermione had two rather large books beside her. The books looked like dictionaries, probably 800 pages. But for Hermione, they were only 'light reading'. His gaze left the books and went towards its owner. Hermione was reading and she looked like she was concentrating, like she was in a totally different world. A piece of hair fell beside her cheek. He noticed that Hermione's hair was different it was still bushy but its color was different. I wasn't dark brown, but auburn. Maybe it was a little redder than usual. All the same, it made her look beautiful. Her chocolate brown eyes matched perfectly. Hermione brought her gazed up from the book. She noticed that Harry was eyeing her and a blush crept over her cheek. But then she looked down and continued to read her book.
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Hermione sat in her favorite comfy chair in the library. She spent most of her time there. She found that its quietness was so comfortable. It was serene a peaceful in the library. But that wasn't the only reason she loved it there. She loved the books. The books are what drove her there. Every book had its own world. A world where you can forget your cares and worries and enter someone else's and feel their imagination around you. That is why she loved the Library. Because of the books.
She had just finished one quite large book. Hermione sat up and walked around the library. She was seeking a new one. She loved to read, and she couldn't get enough of books. As she walked towards the fiction section, she saw a small shadow pass threw into another section. Curiosity filled her head and she followed it. Hermione was lead into a maze of stacks of books. She didn't know where she was. All she did was follow the shadow. But as she turned a last corner, he couldn't find the shadow at all. As she searched the place for it, she could not locate it. But her eyes fell upon a small old book. The cover was leather and seemed old and filled with wisdom. This book intrigued Hermione. She knelt down and picked up the book. The book had no title so Hermione could not identify it. The leather was old but soft under her fingers. It seemed like the book opened by it self and turned to a random page. It was like some wind blew the pages by itself. The page stopped turning. The letters were old and written very beautifully but some of it was illegible. Hermione assumed that this book was written very long ago and it came to Hogwarts by chance. Her eyes started to read the page. Most of the writing, Hermione cold not make out. But she could make out one passage of the text. Slowly she read:
Raven and Red upon their heads, one girl is Mistaken while the other is the End.
When the End arises, Lightning will appear. Together, they will make darkness and evil disappear.
Necklace of silver, jewel of light, in the Ender's Hand will end the night.
The beautiful language of the text took Hermione aback, but she immediately recognized this as a prophecy. She had dislike for Divination, prophecies, crystal balls and all the other junk. 'It's all a bunch of rubbish. There is no such thing as an Inner Eye' she thought. She closed the book and put it back on the floor where she found it. She quickly got up and started to walk back towards her comfy and soft chair. But something made Hermione look back towards the book. But she could find it. It disappeared.
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Author's Notes: Well, did ya like it. I know, I need to make then longer but I have so much to do. Between eating, breathing and watching TV, I'm a very busy woman. LOL.
Please Read and Review!
*~ JT112 ~*
Disclaimer: JK Rowling wrote it, I'm just borrowing it.
*~*
The End
1 By Jt112
'I can't believe that they aren't here' Harry thought as he sat waiting for his two best friends to arrive. Today was September 1st. Harry's favorite day. This was the day that he would go back to Hogwarts. But it seemed different without Ron and Hermione. It seemed quieter, more peaceful. But still, Harry sat in the compartment hoping for his saviors to arrive. Suddenly, Harry heard a shuffle and then someone give a small cry of pain.
"OW! You stepped on my foot, you idiot," a female voice whispered.
"Well, if you weren't so slow, I wouldn't have stepped on you feet" another voice replied.
"Why you." the other said.
Harry recognized these voices immediately. They were his best friends Ron and Hermione. And they were fighting just like always. Harry knew that Ron and Hermione liked each other very much; they just had different views and voiced them loudly, very loudly. So Harry rose from his seat and walked towards the door of the compartment. He then saw Hermione with a death glare and Ron with one too.
"Good to see you too guys," Harry declared. Hermione and Ron then realized that Harry was next them. A smile came over Hermione and she whispered his name.
"Hey man, how was the summer at the Dursley's. Was it as awful as I think?" Ron said.
"It was worse, but let's forget about that." He replied looking at Ron and Hermione. He noticed that Ron grew a little over the summer. And he seemed to have more freckles than before (if that was possible). "I am on my way to Hogwarts and I have to worry about school now," he finished.
They entered the compartment together and then sat down. Hermione had two rather large books beside her. The books looked like dictionaries, probably 800 pages. But for Hermione, they were only 'light reading'. His gaze left the books and went towards its owner. Hermione was reading and she looked like she was concentrating, like she was in a totally different world. A piece of hair fell beside her cheek. He noticed that Hermione's hair was different it was still bushy but its color was different. I wasn't dark brown, but auburn. Maybe it was a little redder than usual. All the same, it made her look beautiful. Her chocolate brown eyes matched perfectly. Hermione brought her gazed up from the book. She noticed that Harry was eyeing her and a blush crept over her cheek. But then she looked down and continued to read her book.
*~*
Hermione sat in her favorite comfy chair in the library. She spent most of her time there. She found that its quietness was so comfortable. It was serene a peaceful in the library. But that wasn't the only reason she loved it there. She loved the books. The books are what drove her there. Every book had its own world. A world where you can forget your cares and worries and enter someone else's and feel their imagination around you. That is why she loved the Library. Because of the books.
She had just finished one quite large book. Hermione sat up and walked around the library. She was seeking a new one. She loved to read, and she couldn't get enough of books. As she walked towards the fiction section, she saw a small shadow pass threw into another section. Curiosity filled her head and she followed it. Hermione was lead into a maze of stacks of books. She didn't know where she was. All she did was follow the shadow. But as she turned a last corner, he couldn't find the shadow at all. As she searched the place for it, she could not locate it. But her eyes fell upon a small old book. The cover was leather and seemed old and filled with wisdom. This book intrigued Hermione. She knelt down and picked up the book. The book had no title so Hermione could not identify it. The leather was old but soft under her fingers. It seemed like the book opened by it self and turned to a random page. It was like some wind blew the pages by itself. The page stopped turning. The letters were old and written very beautifully but some of it was illegible. Hermione assumed that this book was written very long ago and it came to Hogwarts by chance. Her eyes started to read the page. Most of the writing, Hermione cold not make out. But she could make out one passage of the text. Slowly she read:
Raven and Red upon their heads, one girl is Mistaken while the other is the End.
When the End arises, Lightning will appear. Together, they will make darkness and evil disappear.
Necklace of silver, jewel of light, in the Ender's Hand will end the night.
The beautiful language of the text took Hermione aback, but she immediately recognized this as a prophecy. She had dislike for Divination, prophecies, crystal balls and all the other junk. 'It's all a bunch of rubbish. There is no such thing as an Inner Eye' she thought. She closed the book and put it back on the floor where she found it. She quickly got up and started to walk back towards her comfy and soft chair. But something made Hermione look back towards the book. But she could find it. It disappeared.
*~*
Author's Notes: Well, did ya like it. I know, I need to make then longer but I have so much to do. Between eating, breathing and watching TV, I'm a very busy woman. LOL.
Please Read and Review!
*~ JT112 ~*