Hopeless Dreams
Chapter 1- Dawn
The girl's long red hair fell in wavy lengths by her waist. Her crystalline blue eyes shimmered like glass.
Maman! She called out in a perfect French accent.
Je suis en retarde! Another girl came out of the bathroom pulling back her black hair into a ponytail.
I have told you not to speak French, you insolent brat! The red-haired girl looked angry. Her eyes glowed a light lilac and shone into her sister's dark green eyes.
Never speak to me that way again or I will break your neck, Shaka. The voice was calmly sinister. Shaka could already feel the pressure against her jugular. Tears slowly formed in her shadowy eyes.
I am sorry, Alika. Gasped the older sister. Alika relinquished her grasp just as a letter dropped through the mail slat.
Oooh, mail's here! Alika giggled. She pranced to the doormat and picked up the letter. It was addressed to her.
Hogwarts.. The name was so familiar yet so strange.. She opened the letter and gave a small and delighted scream.
What is it now, Ali? Called her tall, pale mother as she walked sternly down the hallway.
I was accepted into Hogwarts. She said curtly before stepping out the door. Trisha was ecstatic. She leapt about several times before resuming her calm composure and joined her daughter in the hall. Shaka silently praised the lord for helping get rid of her sister for most of the year.
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Ron and Harry stood side by side in the kitchen. There was uneasiness in the air. Sirius shifted his weight slightly. Remus gave a small cough and looked at Mr. Weasley. Hermione sat at the table. Fred stood just behind her with George on his left and Ginny on his right. Hermione flinched slightly under Draco's intense gaze. Her thoughts flew back to the previous night.
Hermione sat on the grass; tears from the fight just moments before dripped freely down her cheeks.
Don't cry, Hermione. Said a sad but calm voice. Things are tough everywhere. Tell me what's wrong. Hermione glanced up slightly and found she was looking directly into Draco Malfoy's face. Hermione gasped slightly. He held out his hand and she gently placed hers in it. They slowly rose. Hermione was startled by how close they were. She could feel his heart beating gently. He continued to draw her nearer and nearer.
The front door silently opened. Ron emerged from the grubby doorway. He had come to apologize. He looked up from the ground and saw Malfoy with his arms wrapped around Ron's precious Hermione. A moment later, Draco was lying on the ground completely petrified.
The air seemed to crackle with tension. They heard the door open in the front hall and quick steps to the kitchen. The door opened and Dumbledore walked in.
I heard there was an emergency. Is this it then? He said in his deep voice while motioning to Draco. Harry nodded silently.
I hardly think this is an issue. Am I correct in assuming you have left your father? He asked Draco. The fearful prisoner nodded his head slowly.
I couldn't stand him injuring innocent bystanders anymore. He whispered. Dumbledore nodded his head solemnly. He opened his mouth to speak but Harry beat him to it.
And you wish to join us? His eyes were blazing angrily. Draco nodded his head. He would not meet anyone's gaze. He could feel Dumbledore's eyes glaring into him and he turned his head and stared straight back.
He is telling the truth. We will let him join. Said the elderly Headmaster. If that is all, I have things that need my immediate attention. He then turned and left Grimmauld Place.
Harry continued to glare at Draco even as Remus untied him and returned his wand. Hermione shuddered slightly and walked slowly out of the room and up the stairs to her bedroom.
Hermione twisted about for a long time before she could become comfortable and fell asleep.
Hermione stood alone in a ballroom. Her gown glistened like the snow in the windows and on the trees. She felt someone's hand on her waist and she turned around to see them. He wore a mask. More and more people were appearing about them. They all wore masks. The man still had his arm about her waist. He took her other hand and they began to waltz about the room. The place was a swirl of colours. Hermione's feet kept perfect rhythm with her partners. The swirled and twirled about. It seemed as if they were alone once again. When they finally slowed down the room became quiet. She slowly began to lift his mask. Who was it..?
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Teehee I left you with a cliffy.. Sorry about that. I didn't want to give too much away in the first chapter.
April 8, 2007I have gone through and revised. Wow this was a very lame and short chapter. I hope to do better in times to come. Please forgive me.