Ok,
I have had much 'constructive critisism' submitted on this story. I want to
make a few things clear. This was the 1st fic I ever wrote. This was
written before the Goblet of Fire was published. Ok? Please, no flames, and
NICE constructive critisism. Thank You.
Hermione
Granger woke up with a start. She heard a loud voice coming from the Gryffindor
common room just below her dorm. She got out of bed and sneaked down the stairs
to the room, which during the day held many of Gryffindor house's residents. At
night however, it was normally deserted. Hermione looked around and didn't see
anyone, so she figured it was just her. She turned around to go back upstairs
and saw a shadow behind her. A hand clamped around her mouth before she could
scream.
