New Story guys- the others are coming but this one is sorta down to some pictures I've been drawing not sure the precise direction that this will go in but hopefuly yous enjoy it!
Hermione was sitting at the black lake watching the drumstrang ship. She would be meeting Victor in one hour but she had decided she needed some time to clear her head. She had found the spot that she went to as a first year the same as it had always been. She leant against the rock that seemed so soft yet it was still as hard as any other. Her mind began to wander knowing that she always made sense of it. Before she got very far she saw a glow come from the island in the middle of the lake. It seemed to wave before becoming clearer and smaller- and coming straight for her. She sat against the rock not knowing what it was but she could tell it was powerful and gaining speed as it hurtled forward. As it came within twenty feet it slowed and by the time it reached her it was gentle and Hermione suddenly felt peaceful. It was a ball of blue light and it wavered ever so slightly as she stood up to inspect it. She could remember something about spirit balls- a ghost that feels it must hid stays as a ball of magic until safe. The ball circled her and then floated towards the castle. Hermione followed it hoping that it would reveal itself. She had also read something about blue being safe and serene whereas red could indicate an alternative motive. She wandered after it remembering this bit of information not sure where it would lead her. It took her round to the side of the castle near where the Beauxbatons were camped. She hoped that none of them would see her as she followed the orb into a secret passage way. The boys had never mentioned it but then again they were only going by what Fred and George had said. She muttered a quick lumos as the corridor had no light to see by and she began to feel cold and also wonder why she had followed this thing in the first place. The ghost ball came to a portrait and went straight through before it swung open to allow Hermione in. As she came in and it closed the ball began to transform. It grew and Hermione saw that it was a young woman. Her hair was long and rather busy, her body slim and her eyes large. As colour began to seep into her features Hermione gasped. The girl's hair was auburn and full of curls and her eyes were the deepest green which she knew from somewhere but she couldn't place her finger on it.
The woman smiled at her. "You must be Hermione."
Hermione gave a weak nod. The woman in front of her sat down on one of the sofas in the room. The woman beckoned her over.
"Now dear this is all so very confusing." She went over to the bookcase pulling out a book, leafing through it.
"Wait ghosts can't do that, how are you sitting down?" Hermione didn't feel threatened in fact she felt at home.
"That is because I am not a true ghost. I am an angel."
"Really? But we got told that they don't exist…Who are you though, how do you know me?"
"My name is Arianna Dumbledore and this is the story of how I died."