Okay everyone, I felt the need for a new fic a few days ago, and I sat down
to write it, well actually laid down as I do every night in my bed, on my
stomach, and got out my spiral that I write in and let my imagination run
wild. And I came up with this. I have started it 4 times, and I have
decided on this version. So please remember to read and review. Hopefully
I'll get good feed back on this. The time I start to type this is 2:24am
~Willow Angel~
Hermione's POV- The Seer- Chapter 1: Confessions to Dumbledore
I glanced around Professor Dumbledore's office with mild interest; trying to take in everything. Harry had once described the room, but had done poorly. The headmasters', of the past, photos hung on the wall, looking at me questionably. The sorting hat occupied one of the many shelves along with many other gadgets and books. A few cabinets, chairs, a desk, and the hearth completed the room.
I sat calmly, wondering where the Headmaster was. When I had begun to tell Professor McGonagall [ I probably spelled that wrong, I don't have a book at in my hands at the moment] about my dreams I had never thought them important enough for me to see Dumbledore. Yes, they sometimes became reality and were very ghastly, but still, I didn't really think they were serious. I heard the door open and close, then the shuffled footsteps of the headmaster. I stood up as he walked around my chair.
"Ah, Miss Granger, so nice to see you again, please sit down. I hope your studies are going well." I sat down and sighed. The headmaster sat also in his large black chair behind his desk, and pushed his golden, half moon glasses up his nose.
"They are alright, but they could be better."
"You are still at the top of your class, I see," he said as he shuffled through some papers on his desk.
"Not for long if I don't…," I stopped, not sure if I should continue.
"Stop having the dreams," Dumbledore finished for me. "Yes, Minerva and I have spoken," he said in a gentle voice, and there was silence in the room as he looked at me expectantly.
"They keep getting worse, almost to the point where I have to force myself to fall asleep. I have woken up several times crying," I said quietly.
"Minerva has informed me about this too. And I take it this is all affecting your studies?"
"Yes sir, terribly in fact. They weren't all that bad at first, the dreams that is. Just stuff happening in class and so forth, but once they ventured outside of Hogwarts, they became awful."
I was a seventh year and was head girl that year, and not to say it wasn't surprising, but being one of Harry's best friends did take off some of the shock effect. With all of the encounters with Voldemort, it was kind of hard for it not to. But if I didn't keep up my grades, I wouldn't have the joy of being head girl anymore.
"When did these dreams begin?" he asked slowly. I flushed under his gaze, suddenly embarrassed.
"A few months age."
"What exactly have you dreamed about, or tell me about your latest dream," he said after scribbling down some notes.
"Well, I'm sure you are up to date with current events in the wizarding and muggle worlds." I said matter of fatly. Professor Dumbledore nodded and I continued.
"Last Thursday I dreamt that a wizarding village was set to fire exactly at midnight. I remember the clock in the middle of the town square ringing twelve times. It was done by a group of unruly death eaters who set the dark mark above the square that was in the middle of the town."
The headmaster looked startled for a moment, but I went right on along.
"Then when the Sunday Daily prophet came that morning and I read the column on it; I was shocked. So I told professor McGonagall and here I am.
"You read the article thourally?" Dumbledore fixed me with a piercing look, and I nodded, suddenly nervous.
"Then you would know that the paper did not mention the position of the dark mark, just simply that it was cast." I nodded again. "There are only a handful of people who know where it was positioned. A few people who got to the site before it vanished, the head department of the ministry, me, and what seems like you." My eyes went wide.
"Dear me," I whispered, feeling shock ripple down my spine.
"What does this mean?" I asked after a minute.
"I do not know, child, but it is truly odd. Perhaps we have been truly blessed with a seer to help us defeat Voldmort." I flinched at his name. "If you have another dream, Hermione, Feel free to go to Minerva or to come to me."
"I will come, if it seems ergant that is," I said as I stood up gracefully, grateful for telling Dumbledore this heavy burden that had snuck up on me so quickly.
"And I will think of a way to help you sleep at night, but in the mean time, try the best you can."
"Thank you, headmaster, thank you very much." I turned and quickly exited the room. I couldn't wait to tell Harry and Ron about what had just happened. I clutched my books to my chest as I took the escalator steps two at a time. And I was so relived that Dumbledore would help me with my sleeping problems; just maybe something good would come out of this. I stepped out of the sliding door, and side stepped the gargoyle. I heard a clock chime on the hour, and if I didn't want to miss transfiguration I would have to hurry.
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Well? What do you think? I can't continue because I have to go to bed its now 2:40, and my dad is making me enter the devastating dream world. {Horrified expression} I can't control my dreams!!!!! Oh well, night.
~Willow
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~Willow Angel~
Hermione's POV- The Seer- Chapter 1: Confessions to Dumbledore
I glanced around Professor Dumbledore's office with mild interest; trying to take in everything. Harry had once described the room, but had done poorly. The headmasters', of the past, photos hung on the wall, looking at me questionably. The sorting hat occupied one of the many shelves along with many other gadgets and books. A few cabinets, chairs, a desk, and the hearth completed the room.
I sat calmly, wondering where the Headmaster was. When I had begun to tell Professor McGonagall [ I probably spelled that wrong, I don't have a book at in my hands at the moment] about my dreams I had never thought them important enough for me to see Dumbledore. Yes, they sometimes became reality and were very ghastly, but still, I didn't really think they were serious. I heard the door open and close, then the shuffled footsteps of the headmaster. I stood up as he walked around my chair.
"Ah, Miss Granger, so nice to see you again, please sit down. I hope your studies are going well." I sat down and sighed. The headmaster sat also in his large black chair behind his desk, and pushed his golden, half moon glasses up his nose.
"They are alright, but they could be better."
"You are still at the top of your class, I see," he said as he shuffled through some papers on his desk.
"Not for long if I don't…," I stopped, not sure if I should continue.
"Stop having the dreams," Dumbledore finished for me. "Yes, Minerva and I have spoken," he said in a gentle voice, and there was silence in the room as he looked at me expectantly.
"They keep getting worse, almost to the point where I have to force myself to fall asleep. I have woken up several times crying," I said quietly.
"Minerva has informed me about this too. And I take it this is all affecting your studies?"
"Yes sir, terribly in fact. They weren't all that bad at first, the dreams that is. Just stuff happening in class and so forth, but once they ventured outside of Hogwarts, they became awful."
I was a seventh year and was head girl that year, and not to say it wasn't surprising, but being one of Harry's best friends did take off some of the shock effect. With all of the encounters with Voldemort, it was kind of hard for it not to. But if I didn't keep up my grades, I wouldn't have the joy of being head girl anymore.
"When did these dreams begin?" he asked slowly. I flushed under his gaze, suddenly embarrassed.
"A few months age."
"What exactly have you dreamed about, or tell me about your latest dream," he said after scribbling down some notes.
"Well, I'm sure you are up to date with current events in the wizarding and muggle worlds." I said matter of fatly. Professor Dumbledore nodded and I continued.
"Last Thursday I dreamt that a wizarding village was set to fire exactly at midnight. I remember the clock in the middle of the town square ringing twelve times. It was done by a group of unruly death eaters who set the dark mark above the square that was in the middle of the town."
The headmaster looked startled for a moment, but I went right on along.
"Then when the Sunday Daily prophet came that morning and I read the column on it; I was shocked. So I told professor McGonagall and here I am.
"You read the article thourally?" Dumbledore fixed me with a piercing look, and I nodded, suddenly nervous.
"Then you would know that the paper did not mention the position of the dark mark, just simply that it was cast." I nodded again. "There are only a handful of people who know where it was positioned. A few people who got to the site before it vanished, the head department of the ministry, me, and what seems like you." My eyes went wide.
"Dear me," I whispered, feeling shock ripple down my spine.
"What does this mean?" I asked after a minute.
"I do not know, child, but it is truly odd. Perhaps we have been truly blessed with a seer to help us defeat Voldmort." I flinched at his name. "If you have another dream, Hermione, Feel free to go to Minerva or to come to me."
"I will come, if it seems ergant that is," I said as I stood up gracefully, grateful for telling Dumbledore this heavy burden that had snuck up on me so quickly.
"And I will think of a way to help you sleep at night, but in the mean time, try the best you can."
"Thank you, headmaster, thank you very much." I turned and quickly exited the room. I couldn't wait to tell Harry and Ron about what had just happened. I clutched my books to my chest as I took the escalator steps two at a time. And I was so relived that Dumbledore would help me with my sleeping problems; just maybe something good would come out of this. I stepped out of the sliding door, and side stepped the gargoyle. I heard a clock chime on the hour, and if I didn't want to miss transfiguration I would have to hurry.
* * * * *
Well? What do you think? I can't continue because I have to go to bed its now 2:40, and my dad is making me enter the devastating dream world. {Horrified expression} I can't control my dreams!!!!! Oh well, night.
~Willow
Look at these words, yes you, can you read it says "Review Willow Angel's Work". Don't hesitate, yes, it's that little button