Plethora
*** Your typical disclaimer... Had I actually own these characters, I would spend less time writing, I assure you. For now, I make due with what few original characters and plot lines that happen to emerge from this slightly twisted mind of mine.
Bear with me, as the beginning may seem slow. It'll all come together soon.
Enjoy
*** Chapter 1
Hermione had long given up on waiting for Ginny. The two girls had planned on spending the afternoon exploring the attic, searching for mementos of the last Black to reside in the walls of number 12 Grimmauld Place. Hermione had set off, her curiosity getting the better of her, and nearly two hours later, found herself perusing through volumes of books that had lined one of the attic's smaller walls. One of these books was sorely out of place, and it was this book that Hermione was lost in when the youngest Weasley eventually made her way through the crowded, dusty room.
"Good book?" Ginny asked, startling the bookworm.
Hermione looked up from her sitting position. She could see the younger girl smiling, as if she caught her friend secretly being happy. "Look," she said, showing Ginny the pages of the open book, "it's like some sort of scrapbook. There are photos and newspaper clippings and look," Hermione turned to an earlier page, "there's even a birthday card."
Ginny fingered the home made card. "It looks like a child made it." She flipped back through the earlier pages, pausing to glance at some of the pictures, when she came to a photo of a somber funeral. The people in the picture were leaving the scene as rain continually poured down. One man, off in the background, simply stood guard. "The names," Ginny said, barely audible, "these on the headstones..."
Hermione nodded and directed Ginny to the following page where a set of death certificates had been plastered. "A mother and daughter. It says they were murdered." The girls looked at the date of death: not even a year before the first fall of Voldemort. They wondered if these two had been victims of a Death Eater attack, and if these mementos were all that their loved ones had left of them.
Hermione closed the book. The girls sat in silence until Ginny finally spoke her thoughts. "Hermione?"
"Yes, Ginny?"
"What made you choose this book?" Ginny turned to look at her friend. "Out of all the books here to chose from, why this one?"
Hermione looked down at the book, and then up at Ginny. "It just stood out."
*** Your typical disclaimer... Had I actually own these characters, I would spend less time writing, I assure you. For now, I make due with what few original characters and plot lines that happen to emerge from this slightly twisted mind of mine.
Bear with me, as the beginning may seem slow. It'll all come together soon.
Enjoy
*** Chapter 1
Hermione had long given up on waiting for Ginny. The two girls had planned on spending the afternoon exploring the attic, searching for mementos of the last Black to reside in the walls of number 12 Grimmauld Place. Hermione had set off, her curiosity getting the better of her, and nearly two hours later, found herself perusing through volumes of books that had lined one of the attic's smaller walls. One of these books was sorely out of place, and it was this book that Hermione was lost in when the youngest Weasley eventually made her way through the crowded, dusty room.
"Good book?" Ginny asked, startling the bookworm.
Hermione looked up from her sitting position. She could see the younger girl smiling, as if she caught her friend secretly being happy. "Look," she said, showing Ginny the pages of the open book, "it's like some sort of scrapbook. There are photos and newspaper clippings and look," Hermione turned to an earlier page, "there's even a birthday card."
Ginny fingered the home made card. "It looks like a child made it." She flipped back through the earlier pages, pausing to glance at some of the pictures, when she came to a photo of a somber funeral. The people in the picture were leaving the scene as rain continually poured down. One man, off in the background, simply stood guard. "The names," Ginny said, barely audible, "these on the headstones..."
Hermione nodded and directed Ginny to the following page where a set of death certificates had been plastered. "A mother and daughter. It says they were murdered." The girls looked at the date of death: not even a year before the first fall of Voldemort. They wondered if these two had been victims of a Death Eater attack, and if these mementos were all that their loved ones had left of them.
Hermione closed the book. The girls sat in silence until Ginny finally spoke her thoughts. "Hermione?"
"Yes, Ginny?"
"What made you choose this book?" Ginny turned to look at her friend. "Out of all the books here to chose from, why this one?"
Hermione looked down at the book, and then up at Ginny. "It just stood out."
