The drops came slowly, falling down like soft dew from heaven and
then morphing into shard of water-glass as they hit pale skin on an
uplifted face. His eyes opened slowly, with leisure and grace, and the
radiant brilliance of azure could be seen. Time will only tell, time will
only tell. The words of his respected governess echoed in the light
recesses of his mind that still glimmered admist the overpowering darkness.
He turned his face downwards from the sky and set his mind in determination to not think of her again. She was just a memory, perhaps once a pleasant and maybe beloved one, but just a memory. That was the past, now was the present, and he was now stepping into his bright dark future. I am a Slytherin, I am an heir. I am a servant of the Dark Lord, and a ruler in my own right. Only one more year, only one more year of mixing with those sniveling, goody-two-shoes charlatans with their bag of paltry tricks. Soon, they will know what I have learned in secret. Soon they will know who their true master is. They will all pay. They can't escape.
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Only one more year, that's all that Hermione Granger had left at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One more year to decide what she wanted to do with her life. She was at the top of her class, she had great friends, and she was evolving into a pretty young woman of seventeen. None of this helped her worries now, though. Her Great-Aunt Hortense Ethelgardner had come to visit all the way from France yesterday. It was her Grandma Jara's sister who married a French poodle haircutter and was fabulously wealthy. Borville Ethelgardner died of choking on a squirrel bone before Hermione was even born. He was greatly mourned by Great-Aunt Hortense and she opened the Borville Ethelgardner Orphan Poodle Fund in his honor. Many orphan poodles benefited greatly from her generosity.
Hermione vaguely remembered Great-Aunt Hortense when she visited when Hermione was three years old. A plump, short woman with a beehive and an outrageous amount of makeup. Her lips were the color of a fire engine and she must have had at least an inch of blush on. Hermione always joked with her dad that they would never lose Great-Aunt Hortense in the dark. Her dad and she would laugh, and her mom would try to berate them, but Hermione could always detect a hint of a smile on her mother's lips.
Two days ago, the Granger family received a telegram stating that Great-Aunt Hortense was coming for a visit the next day. She was already on her way. Her parents could hardly believe it and they made her clean a lot of the house as if the queen herself were coming. Usually Hermione was pretty obedient, but she had planned to spend the day at the beach getting a headstart on her studies before school started.
"Who need a French poodle aunt coming to visit anyways." Hermione grumbled. "I should have started studying earlier...but Harry, Ron, and I had so much fun in Bugaria earlier, it was so hard to study."
Great-Aunt Hortense came sweeping into their lives the very next day. "Oh, my darling niece, is that really you?" She crushed Hermione into a hug. "Could it really be the Toeless Wonder? You have grown into such an average young woman!" She gushed.
Average young woman?! Me, Hermione Andromache Granger? Average! Hermione thought incredulously. The girl who studies more than she sleeps and eat combined? Hermione stared in horror at her great-aunt.
He turned his face downwards from the sky and set his mind in determination to not think of her again. She was just a memory, perhaps once a pleasant and maybe beloved one, but just a memory. That was the past, now was the present, and he was now stepping into his bright dark future. I am a Slytherin, I am an heir. I am a servant of the Dark Lord, and a ruler in my own right. Only one more year, only one more year of mixing with those sniveling, goody-two-shoes charlatans with their bag of paltry tricks. Soon, they will know what I have learned in secret. Soon they will know who their true master is. They will all pay. They can't escape.
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Only one more year, that's all that Hermione Granger had left at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One more year to decide what she wanted to do with her life. She was at the top of her class, she had great friends, and she was evolving into a pretty young woman of seventeen. None of this helped her worries now, though. Her Great-Aunt Hortense Ethelgardner had come to visit all the way from France yesterday. It was her Grandma Jara's sister who married a French poodle haircutter and was fabulously wealthy. Borville Ethelgardner died of choking on a squirrel bone before Hermione was even born. He was greatly mourned by Great-Aunt Hortense and she opened the Borville Ethelgardner Orphan Poodle Fund in his honor. Many orphan poodles benefited greatly from her generosity.
Hermione vaguely remembered Great-Aunt Hortense when she visited when Hermione was three years old. A plump, short woman with a beehive and an outrageous amount of makeup. Her lips were the color of a fire engine and she must have had at least an inch of blush on. Hermione always joked with her dad that they would never lose Great-Aunt Hortense in the dark. Her dad and she would laugh, and her mom would try to berate them, but Hermione could always detect a hint of a smile on her mother's lips.
Two days ago, the Granger family received a telegram stating that Great-Aunt Hortense was coming for a visit the next day. She was already on her way. Her parents could hardly believe it and they made her clean a lot of the house as if the queen herself were coming. Usually Hermione was pretty obedient, but she had planned to spend the day at the beach getting a headstart on her studies before school started.
"Who need a French poodle aunt coming to visit anyways." Hermione grumbled. "I should have started studying earlier...but Harry, Ron, and I had so much fun in Bugaria earlier, it was so hard to study."
Great-Aunt Hortense came sweeping into their lives the very next day. "Oh, my darling niece, is that really you?" She crushed Hermione into a hug. "Could it really be the Toeless Wonder? You have grown into such an average young woman!" She gushed.
Average young woman?! Me, Hermione Andromache Granger? Average! Hermione thought incredulously. The girl who studies more than she sleeps and eat combined? Hermione stared in horror at her great-aunt.