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-Louis- eeerm..Nuit…..
-ME- yes……
-Louis- the raders are waiting…
-ME- don't you mean the readers, ..
-Louis- I have ESPN
-ME- don't you mean ESP?
-Louis- No, I have channel 23...
-OH YEAH BY THE WAY OF YOU DON'T LIKE FEM-SLASH OR SLASH GO AWAY….I AM NOT FORCING YOU TO READ SO I DO NOT WANT ANY PEOPLE TELLING ME THAT THIS IS GROSS…NYA- Also this is not going to go by the events in the book at all. So Sirius is alive as is Dumbledore and its summer of 5th year and 6th year is all in school.
Hermione was bored. School didn't start until Sunday and classes didn't start until Monday. Currently it was Friday. All of her books that she wasn't taking with her lay to the side of her bed, pages rag eared from the extreme readings and re-reading they had been subjected to.
Pulling herself from her current reading, ( The Seasons of the Centaur Tick) Hermione decided to travel over to the library.
Pulling on a plain red top and a pair of blue jeans, Hermione treaded across the carpet to her mirror.
Gazing in it, Hermione saw the changes that had taken place over the summer. Her hair no longer was the frizz bob that it used to be, but now was long, wavy locks of chestnut hair. Her face had grown slimmer and now accentuated her eyes now. Her body as well had changed; though not very curvy, she now had a slim outline which one could see the gentle curves that she did posses.
Pulling her hair back in a clip and slipping on a pair of flip-flops, Hermione headed out the door.
Walking the seven blocks to the library was a moderately interesting time, her mind filled with thoughts of her sixth year at Hogwarts.
Standing at the front of the towering glass doors, Hermione was suddenly reminded of the windows at Hogwarts, which caused a jolt of home sickness.
Reflecting on it she found that it wasn't that strange that she thought of Hogwarts as a home. All of her friends were there and the huge library that was there was practically her room.
Back here, she didn't really have any friends, and the only witch around that she knew of was her. Not that she hadn't spent many a days in her first and second year summers searching for another witch or wizard.
Coming out of her thoughts she realized that she was still in front of the library. Sighing, she opened the heavy glass doors and headed up to the second floor. .Myths and Fairy tales.
Seeing Annette behind the desk, Hermione smiled at the kind elderly lady.
She had helped Hermione many a time when she just had to read the next paragraph and such.
Hermione giggled softly remembering the times that she and Annette would scour through the books to find a specific subject that Hermione was interested in well into the night.
She even remembered their first meeting when she had called Annette Mrs..
Annette had immediately looked at her and laughed a warm and comforting laugh. Saying "What man would want a woman whose head is constantly in childish fairytales. Nope Hun, I'm single and loving it."
With a playful wink, she had bent down to Hermione's ear and whispered.. "But if you see some handsome bloke around tell me."
Ever since then the two had been fast friends, Annette being the sister that Hermione had never had, always willing to lend an open ear, and help with advice or whatever she could.
"So what's it going to be today?" Annette asked.
"Hm...do you have any really old books that I haven't read yet?" Hermione asked
"Ah,...a question for a question...In answer yes, actually we have some in boxes in the back which are extras from out of date books." Annette said, her eyes radiating mirth.
"Oh, really, I would love to see them" Hermione practically jumped for joy, but held it in instead settled for bubbling with excitement.
"Ok, just wait a second, I need to get them."
"Do you need any help?" Hermione anxiously asked.
"What? You don't think that these old bones can make it? It's alright dear, just sit down on a beanie" Annette replied humorously.
Hermione sat down on a blue beanie chair, feeling her body sink into it and molding it to her.
Looking around she examined the floor, all of it was a light blue with slight gold speckles in it. Looking up she smiled at the painting of constellations, imitating The Grand Central Terminal in New York City. She knew this of course from a book on the U.S.A's landmarks and old buildings.
Hearing the sound of Annette's shoes she made to get up.
"No, no, don't get up, I'll pull up a kiddies desk to you and you can look through them there." Annette said smiling at Hermione's face of excitement.
Rolling over a small blue desk (it had wheels in the bottom) she propped it against Hermione's knees.
"There you go dear, now if you need me, I'm just going to be at the front phone ok?"
Hermione smiled widely, "Thank you sooo much Annette, I don't know what I would do without you."
"You wouldn't have any interesting books and would be doomed to wander looking for a book and have to leave at 9 with everyone else.." Annette replied grinning.
Laughing softly, Hermione turned her attention to the box full of books that was in front of her.
Rubbing her hand on the top she managed to get rid of most of the dust. 'Ancient Breeds' She read off of cover of the box.
Intrigued she took off the top in a hurry. This caused quite a bit of dust to swirl up around her, causing her to sneeze slightly.
Looking at the old tomes, she saw that many of them were over a hundred years old.
Picking up one that was covered in what looked like black leather, she set it on her lap.
Brushing away the thin layer of dust, she saw that on the cover was a pair of delicate hand-crafted silver wings, gently inlayed into the leather.
Gasping softly, she traced the design with her finger. Opening up the book gently, her eyes widened.
A female with light caramel color skin was drawn impeccably, sprawled out on a small field. Leaning closer to the book, Hermione examined the picture.
The female had a slim face and an distinctly Egyptian look. The eyes were a light lavender and looked mischievous and mysterious at the same time.
Her hair was a flowing silver which reached down to her waist and curled slightly on her stomach.
Realizing for the first time that the woman was naked she blushed. But she didn't look away.
With an aristocratic nose and red lips which gently pulled upwards, the woman seemed to pull her in.
Not meaning to but letting her eyes wander she saw that the woman was curvy, not too curvy, but it showed against the slim body that was long and glistening. "Like a snake" Hermione accidentally whispered out loud.
Against the taut stomach one hand lay covering up the pubic area.
The nails were purple and curved dangerously, around three inches long. 'Almost like claws or talons' Hermione thought.
Looking down she realized that the legs were very long and the feet were small and pointed like a ballet dancers.
Looking back up she noticed something, in the forehead there seemed to be a purple gem in the shape of a diamond.
Turning the page almost reluctantly, Hermione saw a page of writing. Eagerly Starting to read she was surprised with what she saw.
' The Nymph: Family: Dark Nymph: (νύμφη): this group is a sub section of Lampades: or Nymphs of the underworld.
Lampades are companions of Hecate, the Greek titan goddess of witchcraft and crossroads, they were a gift from Zeus for Hecate's loyalty in the Titanomachy. They bear torches and accompany Hecate on her night-time travels and hauntings. Some accounts tell of how the light of the Lampades' torches has the power to drive one to madness. (to read more about Lampades turn to page 765)
These creatures are a mischievous bunch, not as serious as their relatives the lampades. Not much is known about these mysterious beings except for their fixation with gold. Most is known by only firsthand accounts.
An account by muggle William Oirasher in Holland :1350: dictates this : " I was walking down the stream right? When I hear laughing, thinking it's ladies bathing, I peek over the bushes right? And then WOW! I sees these lovely ladies right? One caught me eye right? And you know what she did? she called me over..little ol me..imagine that...Anyways..I kinda sauntered over...didn't wanna seem too anxious right?
I walked right up to the shore and as soon as i put a foot in the water...I was caught up by reeds and swung upside down...I was like a bleedin animal caught right? After laughing for a while ( An I swear on me mums grave I have never heard such a beautiful sound) They moved toward me. Too bad for me there were long cloths aound them in the damnnest of colors, purple and red and black. (cloths have been found to be togas)
Anyways they walk up to me and look at my hands almost examining me like. And then one grabs my hand, and dya know what she did? She pulled off me weddin ring. Nice piece of gold too. And she puts it on her finger. She already had a lot of gold on her too. She had a buncha gold earings and rings. A couple of gold bracelets and anklets were shining brightly. An aroun' her neck, I swear on me sheep, there were around an 'undred gold necklaces right?
Then they just vanished. Just POP and they were all gone right?"
After he finished this sentence William passed out from drinking, and when he came to could not remember any of the events that had taken place. (to read more firsthand accounts turn to chapter 17)
Closing the book, Hermione sat back letting her mind process the information. Her eyelids slowly closing.
Walking down the row Annette saw Hermione fast asleep in the beanbag chair. "Poor chit, she must have been worn out."
Walking back to the entrance phone, she called Hermione's parents, they had become friends through Hermione, bringing Annette back home for dinner one day, and many days to follow. After telling them that Hermione had fallen asleep and that she was going to let her rest, she waited for their approval which quickly came and hung up the phone.
Hermione had slept over many times before, usually ending in them telling jokes to eachother and opening up the library together. Pulling out a soft felt blanket, she pulled it over Hermione, smiling gently at her.
Locking the main doors, Annette turned off all the lights except for the soft blue light ermerancy lights in case Hermione woke up and wanted to read more.
Meanwhile, Hermione's mind was a whirlwind of images. Smiling women were dancing gracefully in the moon's light...the sound of a trickling stream, the soft singing in an ancient and strange language.
Hermione's eyes slowly opened to the harsh glow of the main lights. Standing up she heard a thump Looking down she saw the book she had been reading yesterday. Yawning slightly, she bent down and picked it up. Remembering her dream, she looked at the book thoughtfully.
Walking down to where Annette sat she said "hey"
"Oh, you're awake, good afternoon, It is Saturday. And according to your parents you have to go with them to get to your boarding school...what was it called again dearie?"
"Saint Ruth's" Hermione tiredly replied before having her heart leap. Today was saturday, that meant she had to get the train to Hogwarts!
"Oh My God! I have to go...Bye Annette she said giving the woman a big hug..I'll miss you."
"Bye Hun have a fun time at school." Annette said laughing as she waved goodbye.
Hermione ran home, only then realizing she had the book in her hand. "hmmm...I wil return it when I get back."
Calling to her parents, she saw them both appear holding all of her school stuff.
"Come on hunny" her mom said.
Her dad was rolling her trunk over to the car. "Its almost time to go"
Running upstairs quickly she ran in the shower not even minding that it was freezing cold. Wringing out her hair quickly she pulled on a pair of jeans and a green shirt on.
Pulling on her Flip Flops she ran out the door and ran into the car.
The car started up. She was on her way back to Hogwarts.
