Escape
The wind was on her back as she raced through the forest. She could hear them calling after her.. curses and cries that echoed through the trees and accentuated the night. Not a creature was in sight. Just her and those following, and the man next to her. However, his face was hidden behind the dark black hood of his robes. They ran on diving through the trees for what seemed like hours, until they approached a large cliff, which overlooked a vast sea. She stopped running, her breath ragged from running and looked downwards. Waves broke at a shore beneath her, some 150 feet down, and rocks were astray covering the darkened beach. The man in the hood opened his mouth to speak, but the followers were approaching them quickly, yelling out enchantments and charms trying to stop them. He spoke again. Tears streamed down his beautiful face, now unmasked.
And then she woke up.
At first it took her a moment to realize she was not in her dream, but instead in her bedroom, covered in a layer of hot sweat. She tried to recall whom the man in her dream was, what his face looked like, and why they were running but she could not remember these crucial details. Angry with herself she rose from her bed, and went to go fetch a glass of water. This was the very same dream that came to haunt her so many nights but it always ended the same, and new details never came from it. And every night after she arose from it she could still not recall the mans words, or his face.
As the cool water touched her lips she began to recover from the heat of which she had awoken to. She climbed the stairs back up to her bedroom and, again, fell into a deep sleep.
Little did she know of the happenings proceeding that very night. Some long distance away voices were whispering hastily back and forth. A plot was beginning to be formed which would change her life forever.
The next morning she awoke to an owl pecking merrily at her shoulder bearing a piece of parchment on its feeble legs. Struggling, she arose from bed. "Hey there Pigwidgeon," Hermione said through a yawn. She untied the note from his legs and he flew across the room to sit upon her bookcase. The note was from Ron.
Hermione,
Hey, how have you been? We just picked up Harry last night. Me, Fred and George flew over on our broomsticks. His uncle through a fit when he saw Harry leave. He turned as red as a tomato! Quite funny actually…
Anyway, Mum says you can come spend the remainder of the vacation here. Then we can go get our stuff at Diagon Alley. I expect we'll be receiving our supply lists soon. I suppose you'll be Head Girl too. Lucky you, you practically get a whole common room to yourself, except for the person you share with anyway. Maybe it'll be Ernie from Hufflepuff…
By the way, Percy finally came home. He was a bit reluctant with his apology though. But since you know who's back and all, he finally reckons dad was telling the truth. Percy still doesn't want to have anything to do with the order though. Its about time he came home though. He waited until a whole year after Fudge told the Prophet the truth.
Write back quick.
Ron
Hermione quickly scrawled on the back that she'd be pleased to come and sent Pigwidgeon off to the Burrow.
'I suppose I'll take the night bus,' she thought to herself.
Night approached quite slowly. Hermione spent most of the day reading up on new charms and spells that she could master in her next year, as well as reading up on the position of head girl, with her hopes high on receiving the honor.
That night as she closed her eyes, she had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to go to sleep. She didn't feel safe. Something was wrong. But, Hermione didn't believe in silly things like this, so she drifted into a deep sleep ignoring her true feelings.
The sun never seemed to come. She woke up to complete darkness. Hermione stumbled out of her bed and walked to where her door was. But it wasn't there. Actually, none of her stuff was there. She was in a completely different place. As comfortable as it was, it was not home. She frantically searched for her wand, for protection, but could not find it.
"Looking for this precious?" said a tall man, with her wand in his hand. He had large, evil looking eyes, black hair and a handsome, yet disturbingly vicious face.
Hermione shrieked. She knew those eyes. They could only belong to one man.
"He's back." She whispered to herself, shocked, before falling faint.
The wind was on her back as she raced through the forest. She could hear them calling after her.. curses and cries that echoed through the trees and accentuated the night. Not a creature was in sight. Just her and those following, and the man next to her. However, his face was hidden behind the dark black hood of his robes. They ran on diving through the trees for what seemed like hours, until they approached a large cliff, which overlooked a vast sea. She stopped running, her breath ragged from running and looked downwards. Waves broke at a shore beneath her, some 150 feet down, and rocks were astray covering the darkened beach. The man in the hood opened his mouth to speak, but the followers were approaching them quickly, yelling out enchantments and charms trying to stop them. He spoke again. Tears streamed down his beautiful face, now unmasked.
And then she woke up.
At first it took her a moment to realize she was not in her dream, but instead in her bedroom, covered in a layer of hot sweat. She tried to recall whom the man in her dream was, what his face looked like, and why they were running but she could not remember these crucial details. Angry with herself she rose from her bed, and went to go fetch a glass of water. This was the very same dream that came to haunt her so many nights but it always ended the same, and new details never came from it. And every night after she arose from it she could still not recall the mans words, or his face.
As the cool water touched her lips she began to recover from the heat of which she had awoken to. She climbed the stairs back up to her bedroom and, again, fell into a deep sleep.
Little did she know of the happenings proceeding that very night. Some long distance away voices were whispering hastily back and forth. A plot was beginning to be formed which would change her life forever.
The next morning she awoke to an owl pecking merrily at her shoulder bearing a piece of parchment on its feeble legs. Struggling, she arose from bed. "Hey there Pigwidgeon," Hermione said through a yawn. She untied the note from his legs and he flew across the room to sit upon her bookcase. The note was from Ron.
Hermione,
Hey, how have you been? We just picked up Harry last night. Me, Fred and George flew over on our broomsticks. His uncle through a fit when he saw Harry leave. He turned as red as a tomato! Quite funny actually…
Anyway, Mum says you can come spend the remainder of the vacation here. Then we can go get our stuff at Diagon Alley. I expect we'll be receiving our supply lists soon. I suppose you'll be Head Girl too. Lucky you, you practically get a whole common room to yourself, except for the person you share with anyway. Maybe it'll be Ernie from Hufflepuff…
By the way, Percy finally came home. He was a bit reluctant with his apology though. But since you know who's back and all, he finally reckons dad was telling the truth. Percy still doesn't want to have anything to do with the order though. Its about time he came home though. He waited until a whole year after Fudge told the Prophet the truth.
Write back quick.
Ron
Hermione quickly scrawled on the back that she'd be pleased to come and sent Pigwidgeon off to the Burrow.
'I suppose I'll take the night bus,' she thought to herself.
Night approached quite slowly. Hermione spent most of the day reading up on new charms and spells that she could master in her next year, as well as reading up on the position of head girl, with her hopes high on receiving the honor.
That night as she closed her eyes, she had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to go to sleep. She didn't feel safe. Something was wrong. But, Hermione didn't believe in silly things like this, so she drifted into a deep sleep ignoring her true feelings.
The sun never seemed to come. She woke up to complete darkness. Hermione stumbled out of her bed and walked to where her door was. But it wasn't there. Actually, none of her stuff was there. She was in a completely different place. As comfortable as it was, it was not home. She frantically searched for her wand, for protection, but could not find it.
"Looking for this precious?" said a tall man, with her wand in his hand. He had large, evil looking eyes, black hair and a handsome, yet disturbingly vicious face.
Hermione shrieked. She knew those eyes. They could only belong to one man.
"He's back." She whispered to herself, shocked, before falling faint.