This is chapter one of my first fic, i really hpe you guys like it. It is
a bit slow at the beginning, it gets better later. Please r&r, and please
try to be nice....and if you hate it, then piss off...anyway, i hope you
enjoy (and by the way, i wish i owned every single part of Harry Potter,
but sadly, i don't.)
Colors and sounds blurred together, worlds tilted, elements twisted, wind into water, and ice into flame. A rushing, screeching tumult of noise shaking the foundations of the universe. Then, the ultimate silence. A gray expanse stretched, the silence hung in the air like suspended snow. A dark revolving orb appeared, coming closer, circling faster, and faster, until all that could be seen and experienced was the endless twirling of the blackness suspended. And then, it all evaporated.
Hermione woke with a jolt. It had been like this for the past two months. The wild, unexplainable dreams, the sweat-drenched nights, the endless questioning of why, why were these abstract visions visiting her mind in the darkness of evening. She had no idea what these strange dreams meant. The bizzare worlds that she visited in her dream trance had to mean something, but she had yet to have a flash of understanding as to what they meant.
There was four weeks left until Hermione's sixth term at Hogwarts began. Hermione was in a frenzy of excitement. She had not heard hardly anything from Harry, as Harry had gone on a summer trip with the Dursley's. The Dursleys were infuriated that Harry was coming along, as all other times they had gone on a family trip, they had dumped Harry with Mrs. Figg for the duration of their vacation, but this year, Mrs. Figg was visiting her cousin in the country and couldn't house Harry. In the letter Harry sent to Hermione just before his departure, he said he reckoned it was going to be a hell-hole, but he had to go, and no ammount of weedling could convice the Dursleys otherwise ("you don't think we're going to let you alone in our house, do you? We'd come home to find nothing but a ruined foundation and you gone." Uncle Vernon had said when Harry had suggested that they leave him on Privet drive alone.) He also said that he couldn't write during his trip, as the Dursleys would rather be lynched then let Harry bring Hedwig along. Hermione had, however, been writing large amounts to both Ron and Viktor over the summer, and had had enjoyable return letters from both.
Harry would be returning in two days, and Hermione and Ron had planned to meet up with him in Diagon Alley to buy their school supplies. Hermione wrote one last conformation letter to Ron, making sure of the time and place they were to meet, and then pulled her trunk out from under her bed. She blew the slight film of dut off of the top of it and opened it wide on her bed. She might as well start packing, after all, it never hurt anyone to be on schedual.
Colors and sounds blurred together, worlds tilted, elements twisted, wind into water, and ice into flame. A rushing, screeching tumult of noise shaking the foundations of the universe. Then, the ultimate silence. A gray expanse stretched, the silence hung in the air like suspended snow. A dark revolving orb appeared, coming closer, circling faster, and faster, until all that could be seen and experienced was the endless twirling of the blackness suspended. And then, it all evaporated.
Hermione woke with a jolt. It had been like this for the past two months. The wild, unexplainable dreams, the sweat-drenched nights, the endless questioning of why, why were these abstract visions visiting her mind in the darkness of evening. She had no idea what these strange dreams meant. The bizzare worlds that she visited in her dream trance had to mean something, but she had yet to have a flash of understanding as to what they meant.
There was four weeks left until Hermione's sixth term at Hogwarts began. Hermione was in a frenzy of excitement. She had not heard hardly anything from Harry, as Harry had gone on a summer trip with the Dursley's. The Dursleys were infuriated that Harry was coming along, as all other times they had gone on a family trip, they had dumped Harry with Mrs. Figg for the duration of their vacation, but this year, Mrs. Figg was visiting her cousin in the country and couldn't house Harry. In the letter Harry sent to Hermione just before his departure, he said he reckoned it was going to be a hell-hole, but he had to go, and no ammount of weedling could convice the Dursleys otherwise ("you don't think we're going to let you alone in our house, do you? We'd come home to find nothing but a ruined foundation and you gone." Uncle Vernon had said when Harry had suggested that they leave him on Privet drive alone.) He also said that he couldn't write during his trip, as the Dursleys would rather be lynched then let Harry bring Hedwig along. Hermione had, however, been writing large amounts to both Ron and Viktor over the summer, and had had enjoyable return letters from both.
Harry would be returning in two days, and Hermione and Ron had planned to meet up with him in Diagon Alley to buy their school supplies. Hermione wrote one last conformation letter to Ron, making sure of the time and place they were to meet, and then pulled her trunk out from under her bed. She blew the slight film of dut off of the top of it and opened it wide on her bed. She might as well start packing, after all, it never hurt anyone to be on schedual.