A.N.: This is my first story, so enjoy and review! It is a little confusing at first but it gets better as the chapters go on.
Hermione Granger was once again in the library. It was a place where she could go to find answers to all of her problems and to seek peace and quiet when she needed it. It had been since she was eleven years old; that she found out she was a witch. Not the kind that had warts on their noses and went around hurting kids on Halloween, but the ones that lived hidden away from muggles (non-magical people). Her years at her school where far from normal, especially that she was best friends with a famous guy. His name was Harry Potter, and no he wasn't an actor or a musician, but he's the only one who survived a killing curse by a dark wizard named Voldemort. The night Voldemort tried to kill Harry, Harry had lost his parents and Voldemort was wounded really badly. Harry had met her, and another guy named Ron Weasley and they all made it their goal to defeat Voldemort once and for all to avenge the lives lost because of Voldemort.
Harry soon started taking private classes with their headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards alive and the only one that Voldemort fears. Professor Dumbledore would then ask Harry to research some stuff up to lead to Voldemort's demise. She promised her best friend, Harry Potter, that she would help him find out what horcruxes were.
At the moment, the petite brunette tried as desperately as she could to find any information that she could but horcruxes were never mentioned except that it's really dark magic that shouldn't even be mentioned. She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on from all the stress. Hermione was in her seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and normally she loved working so much, but there was so much to do! She had to help Harry and Ron Weasley figure out what Harry's mission was, study for NEWTs (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests), and keep the peace between Harry, Ron, Ginny and the Slytherins.
Tiredly, she scanned the aisles with her hazel eyes. With a sign, she turned around, but stopped suddenly. A pale blue book with silver writing started to glow, but faded quickly. Hermione rubbed her eyes and opened them again thinking that she was just dreaming. She cautiously walked towards the book and pulled it out. It started glowing gold again. Confused, she brought it back to her table filled with books in the corner of the library. "The Book of Prophecies" was the title. Yeah right, she though, probably some joke someone was trying to pull on people. Hermione never did believe in that since she took Divination in 3 year. She was about to pick it up and place it back, but it glowed again and faded. Feeling a magnetic pull towards the book, she opened it even though her instincts told her something weird was going on and she should research it more.
She was surrounded by a bright white light and quickly shut her eyes so it wouldn't blind her. I'm not dying am I, she asked herself. The light around her started to fade, as she began to feel dizzy and the last thing she saw before she passed out was a head full of long red hair.