hey! so i had another idea and decided to try something more humorous for a change. let me know what you think..thnx!
disclaimer: everything you recognize belongs to JKR.
It was a beautiful September day and Hogwarts was again filled with masses of children running around, having fun and all in all simply enjoying their life.
Harry, Ginny and Ron could be spotted flying around the lake, chasing each other, screaming and laughing out loud while one Hermione Granger sat on the shore, her back against a tree trunk, her nose in a book.
You see, no matter what the three friends tried to do to make her lighten up and have some fun, it always failed. Hermione remained the nerdy know it all bookworm with her holier-then-thou attitude. It seemed, as some said, that she had a permanent stick up her ass, but she just wouldn't have it any other way.
So at this lovely Saturday, no one even bothered to try and pry Hermione away from her school work until it was time for lunch.
"Uhm… Mione, Hey Mione!" Ron hesitantly began.
"What Ronald? Can't you see I'm reading? Why the hell are you bothering me?" Hermione snapped at her friend sanding him a menacing glare.
'Jeez', Harry thought to himself, 'After six years of this crap you'd think I would've gotten used to it'. "She's really getting out of control, we need to have that stick surgically removed or something" He whispered to Ginny.
The four Gryffindors were headed to the great hall to get some lunch as they came across a commotion in one of the hallways. Peeves was flying around yelling incoherent phrases, a painting was lying on the ground bottoms up and a few strange item where scattered around.
"What the hell happened here?" Hermione exclaimed while walking to a little item that caught her eye. It was a necklace with a small blue crystal pendant on it.
The answer to her question never came for as soon as Hermione touched the necklace a blinding bright light erupted from the pendant momentarily throwing everyone of guard. A few seconds later, as everything went back to normal, Hermione was found lying unconscious on the ground with the necklace clasped tightly around her neck.
Up in the infirmary, Hermione was slowly waking up, her head felt like a ton of bricks, and it seemed that a little woodpecker had decided to take up permanent residence in it. More simply put, she felt like shit!
She could hear the soft whispering across the room. Her friends were there along with Dumbledore and madam Pompfrey. The old man had the usual silly smile plastered all over his face, his eyes darting back and forth between the young boys and the mediwitch that kept arguing about something.
"But what is wrong with her? Why did she faint?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, and she'd been out for a pretty long time, isn't that odd?" Ron added.
Ginny was about to ask another question and the older witch kept repeating "I don't know!" in a frustrated fashion, like it was some kind of mantra.
Luckily Dumbledore noticed Hermione's awakeningand decided that it was a good time to point it out to the rest.
Everyone in the room rushed to her side and she was immediately bombarded with a loads of questions which really didn't sit well with her splitting headache.
"Do you mind speaking a bit more quietly?" she stated after a few seconds "it's just that my head is killing me, but other then that I'm fine".
"Well then, you heard the girl. Hermione, you can go back to your dormitory now, just make sure to get some rest and let us know if you experience any more pains" Dumbledore stated and left the infirmary.
After escorting Hermione to the heads dormitory, her friendsfinallyleft her alone, she welcomed the silence. The girl walked to her large bed, sat down on the edge and started rubbing her temples.
"Ah, alone at last!" an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang through her had.
Caught completely of guard Hermione's legs gave out and she slid off the bed landing on her bottom at its side. Throwing her head from side to side she wildly looked around the room but saw no one.
"Would you stop spinning your head like that! You're making me really nauseous, plus you're just gonna end up fainting again, there's no one in the room but you so calm down!"
"CALM DOWN?" Hermione practically screamed, "How am I supposed to calm down when I'm loosing my mind? I'm hearing voices! Oh god, they're going to send me off to St. Mungo's and wrap me upin a straightjacket! I'm doomed, completely and utterly doomed!" the girl exclaimed now in a completely hysterical state.
Hermione heard a sigh "Why oh why does this have to be this hard?" the voice whispered.
"Look Hermione, you're not loosing your mind. You're just sharing it for a little while"
It sounded completely ridiculous but the soft, calm voice was actually getting to her.
"Think Hermione, you're supposed to be the smart one, so you're good at that. You've heard of ghosts haven't you? Heck, you see them every day around the castle! You've probably also heard of people having other people's souls taking over their bodies? so why are you freaking out? This is the magical world we're talking about, everything is possible!"
"Wait a minute, are you saying that I'm possessed?" Hermione asked.
For a little while there was nothing but silence and Hermione started thinking that she imagined the whole incident, but then the voice was heard again.
"ahhh, well possessed is a bit of a strong word, but for a lack of a better one, yaeh, you are."
"Aaaahhhh! Holly crap! Possessed? For fuck's sake what the hell am I supposed to do now? Get out, get out, GET OUT!" Hermione started screaming while pacing around the room, it went on like thisfor several minutes.
"Are you done now?" the voice asked as she calmed down a bit.
"I don't know!" Hermione answered, "I might decide I feel like throwing some things around the room or punching the wall! This is still my body after all isn't it? So I still get to decide… but thank you so much for asking!" she added sarcastically.
A few more minutes went by in silence as Hermione tried to calm herself and her breathing went back to normal.
"Hermione?" the voice hesitantly began.
"What?" came the frustrated but resigned reply.
"Are you ok?"
"Well, if we use the term 'ok' loosely than, yes I am ok. Anyway, who are you? Do you have a name or something?"
The strangest feeling came over Hermione, it was as if she was happy. No wait, the voice was happy. What the hell was going on?
"I'm Trieste. Oh and it is my happiness you're feeling right now. As I said we share a mind now so you feel whatever I feel and the other way round" Trieste clarified.
"Ok…but who are you? And what the hell are you doing in my body?"
"I can't answer everything right now since I don't really have all the answers myself, but I can tell you, and…well…show you who I am, that is if you think you're ready and calm enough"
"Show me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Hermione nervously said, but then added"It's ok, I am ready so just tell me" .
"Go to the mirror" came the cryptic reply.
Hermione went to the mirror and looked into it only to see her own reflection staring back at her.
"Concentrate" Trieste prodded, "think about what you want to see"
'What i want to see? that's a tricky question', After taking a deep breath Hermione looked into the mirror again. Slowly passing from item to item in the reflection she looked for Trieste, she was about to give up but a figure standing to the left of her in the mirror stopped her dead in her tracks. She tightly shut her eyes afraid of what she was about to see. What was she expecting though? A rotting corpse with hollow eyes? How foolish of her, Trieste wouldn't have wanted her to see that, Hermione scolded herself.
Slowly opening her eyes Hermione focused on the other girl in the reflection. Golden curls framed a small face with green eyes, a slightly upturned nose and pink smiling lips. The pretty girl was clad in an old fashioned dress and seemed to be about Hermione's age.
Broadly smiling, Trieste looked into Hermione's eyes and did a small curtsey,
"Hey there roomie" she exclaimed with laughter in her voice.
'Roomie?' Hermione thought to herself, though was there still such a thing for her anyway, thinking to herself that is. Trieste was inside her head after all, her 'roomie', she thought again, and couldn't help but smile.
so, what do you think:)