A/N: Here is another story from the great
me! Read and review please. More to come! And if I don't get enough reviews I won't continue. Please read and review! Constructive criticism only please!!!!
I would
also like to dedicate this story to Me Myself and I, for inspiring romance to
come.
And to
w&m_law, for also inspiring romance to come.
And to
Nightfall, for being pure inspiration.
Seventh Sphere
By Amanda H
Hermione
sat in the transfigurations classroom one fall afternoon staring into
space. She rarely did this, but
McGonagal was repeating her lesson for the third time.
"Some people pay no attention at
all." She thought shaking her
head. Her thoughts returned to those in
the room with her. Ron, who was sitting
next to her, was trying to pay attention to the professor, but succeeded in
only staring out the window at the warm fall afternoon. Harry sat on the other side of Ron. He was absently doodling on his scroll. Hermione leaned over to try and read the
words. He noticed her and quickly
snatched the paper away and stuffed it in his bag, blushing profusely.
Hermione returned her mind to wandering. Several seconds later she was back on the
topic of Harry. He was so cute, sitting
there daydreaming. His face was warm
and kind. His bright green eyes shone
with life and intelligence. She caught
herself staring at him. She hoped no
one noticed, but still she could not find it in herself to look away.
A flash of blinding green light flared across her
eyes. She closed her eyes against the
brightness, but it seared through her eyelids and engulfed her. The light backed away and she could see its
source. A small sphere hovered,
mid-air, in front of her. It glowed
brightly green, though the light was not so overwhelming. She gazed at its pearly surface. Suddenly, she had the overwhelming urge to
reach out and grab it. She tried to
lift her arm but it weighted down heavily.
She tried with every ounce of strength she had to reach out to the
sphere. Finally she lifted her
arm. She was inches away, then centimeters;
she almost had it in her grasp.
As suddenly as it had appeared the sphere vanished
and she found herself lying on the floor of the transfigurations class. The students were staring at her and
McGonagal was shaking her shoulders lightly.
She sat up hesitantly.
"Hermione?
Are you alright?" McGonagal
asked.
"Yeah, a bit dizzy." She answered as her head swam.
"What happened?"
Harry asked, kneeling down beside her.
"I don't know.
There was a bright green light, and then this ball, glowing green, in
front of me. I tried to reach it, and I
almost had it, but then you woke me up."
Hermione explained, still confused.
"Perhaps you should go to the infirmary. Mme Pomfrey can have a look at you. Harry will you escort her?" She asked, helping Hermione to her feet.
"Yes Professor."
Harry answered, taking Hermione's arm to support her. They walked in silence up to the
infirmary. Once there, Mme Pomfrey
bustled about, lying Hermione down on a bed and feeding her chocolate. Harry stayed by her side.
"Harry?"
Hermione asked cautiously, once Mme Pomfrey had left.
"Yes."
"It was really weird. Not a dream or anything.
It was so real." She tried to
explain.
"Maybe you should see Dumbledore about it." Harry suggested.
"Sounds good to me.
Let's go." She swung her feet to
the ground.
"Mme Pomfrey hasn't dismissed you yet." Harry argued, raising his eyebrows.
"Well, I sure she won't mind." Hermione reasoned. "Besides, this is serious."
She began walking out the door.
Harry followed her.
"Yeah, she won't mind at all." He mumbled sarcastically.
Soon they reached the gargoyle entrance to
Dumbledore's office. Harry gave the
password, which had not changed (cockroach cluster) and they walked up the long
winding staircase. Finally they reached
the headmaster's wooden door and knocked.
"Come in!"
He called. The two pushed open
the door hesitantly. "Yes! Harry! Hermione!
Do come in and sit down!" He
smiled. They walked in and sat in the
chairs in front of his desk. "What
brings you to my office?" He looked
from one to the other. Hermione
explained what had happened.
"I see."
Answered the Headmaster.
"And I don't know what it is or anything, but it
wasn't a dream." She added
adamantly.
"I think what you had could very well have been a
vision. A premonition." He declared. The two students stared at him.
"Yes! I
think that's what it was!" He agreed
with himself, his eyes gleaming mischievously.
"Please, report to me if you have any more!" He smiled, standing.
"Nothing to worry about, not run along to class."
"Yes sir."
The two answered, walking out the door and back down the staircase.
"And so it has begun." Dumbledore whispered to himself.
Fawkes cooed mournfully from his perch and burst into flames.
