Here it is:
Hermione dreamed:
She was back in the corridor again. The ones with the ivory walls only this time the walls seemed closer together, the corridor narrower. When she reached the crystal door the voice beckoned her. "Enter sweet child. Come my darling, my beauty, my baby." Hermione was breathing heavily. She felt something wet under her feet. She looked down. Blood was leaking out from under the door and pooling around her feet, which were now stained red. She wanted to scream but her jaw stayed clamped shut. "Come," the voice urged. "Come, come, come." Each time more urgent stronger and Hermione felt her hand raise to the door handle. "That's it, come to me my baby, my sweet child. Hermione tore back from the door with all her strength.
Hermione shot up in bed. Another dream, only another dream. Her hand went immediately to her necklace, stroking the orb. She looked down. She had sweated her clothes through and she felt dirty and sticky. She stood up, afraid to look at her feet. She walked as quietly as she could into the girl's dormitory bathroom and closed and locked the door behind her. She turned on the showerhead and stripped of her nightgown then climbed into the shower.
She washed and when she glanced down once she thought the water had a light tinge of red, but she pulled her eyes away to quick. After she washed she got out of the shower and headed for the rack by the door where the towels hung. As she did, she passed a full body mirror. She stopped infront of it. There she was but……behind her there was a woman. Hermione turned looking wildly behind her, no one. She turned to look back in the mirror.
The woman was lovely, with long golden hair and bright blue eyes, where had she seen those eyes before? The woman smiled her plump, plush ruby red lips where perfect when she smiled. The woman walked closer to Hermione in the mirror. Hermione looked behind her again. Still no one. She turned back to the mirror. The woman now had on arm across Hermione's bare shoulder her lips by Hermione's ear.
Hermione could hear her voice. "Haven't I made you pretty my dear," the woman said. Her voice was lulling and Hermione felt light headed and content. "I can make you beautiful." The woman was stroking Hermione's neck with one long thin finger. The woman pulled out something, a golden comb that sparkled. She began to comb Hermione's hair. As she did it got longer and less bushy. Hermione could feel her hair growing and knew it wasn't only in the mirror. "See."
Then the woman put away the comb and then dragged the back of her hand down Hermione's side. Hermione's skin began to sparkle and turned to a creamy color, like moon silk. All the scars, bruises, and cuts she ever had disappeared. "Now you must listen to me. Your friend the one you call Ginny, you must kill her."
That rang through Hermione's head. She felt sleep but she shook her head. She couldn't, she wouldn't kill Ginny, her best friend!
"You must my dear," The woman says so. "You listen to Arikita now. She wants the orb, she's planning to take it to her."
Hermione felt anger build up. "She can't have it! Never!"
"Shhhh, now, shhhh. She is being helped, you must kill her or she will take it easily." Hermione felt something pressed into her hand and looked down to see a dagger. The blade was bright silver and the hilt was bronze set with a single amethyst.
"Do it," the woman urged.
Hermione slipped on a robe and crept back into the dormitory and over to Ginny's bed. She was sleeping, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Hermione held the dagger tight. No, she wouldn't do this. She began to back away but a voice dreamed. DO IT, the voice yelled. KILL HER, KILL HER, SHE WANTS WHATS YOURS, SHE MUST DIE!! The voice taunted, driving Hermione crazy. She raised the blade and drove it down hard into Ginny's chest.
Ginny's eyes flew open and she looked up Hermione in shock and horror. She opened her mouth and blood poured from it mixing with the blood now seeping from under Ginny's gown. Hermione stared horrified. What had she done! The voice laughed. Hermione wrapped her arms under Ginny's head.
"Gin, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to……I didn't want…Ginny please don't die.0 Please!" Too late. Ginny's eyes flared then died and her body went limp. Hermione was breathing heavy. She stood up quick looking around wildly before dashing out of the dormitory and down to the yard.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ginny sat Ron and Harry behind her, hidden behind a tree. They watched Hermione open the passageway and walk in. Ginny turned to look at Harry and Ron.
"I told you," she hissed at them. She had told them the whole story after Freya had told her what to do. They hadn't believed her but by the horrified look on heir faces they did now.
Well then what are we waiting for," Ron said. "Let's follow her." He stood up and started to go but Ginny pulled him back down.
1 "Just one moment *Ronald*," Ginny said. "Lets get one thing straight here *I* am in charge."
"You? Why you?"
"Because, in this adventure, I am more specialer than YOU. YOU are under-special here and because I am more specialerer, I am the boss, got it. And if you don't got it, than you leave it here."
Ron grumbled but nodded and agreed.
"Harry?"
"I understand now let's go."
Ginny nodded and slung the bag that had what she needed over her back and opened the passageway. They entered. But this time, the walls were made of Ivory.
Hermione dreamed:
She was back in the corridor again. The ones with the ivory walls only this time the walls seemed closer together, the corridor narrower. When she reached the crystal door the voice beckoned her. "Enter sweet child. Come my darling, my beauty, my baby." Hermione was breathing heavily. She felt something wet under her feet. She looked down. Blood was leaking out from under the door and pooling around her feet, which were now stained red. She wanted to scream but her jaw stayed clamped shut. "Come," the voice urged. "Come, come, come." Each time more urgent stronger and Hermione felt her hand raise to the door handle. "That's it, come to me my baby, my sweet child. Hermione tore back from the door with all her strength.
Hermione shot up in bed. Another dream, only another dream. Her hand went immediately to her necklace, stroking the orb. She looked down. She had sweated her clothes through and she felt dirty and sticky. She stood up, afraid to look at her feet. She walked as quietly as she could into the girl's dormitory bathroom and closed and locked the door behind her. She turned on the showerhead and stripped of her nightgown then climbed into the shower.
She washed and when she glanced down once she thought the water had a light tinge of red, but she pulled her eyes away to quick. After she washed she got out of the shower and headed for the rack by the door where the towels hung. As she did, she passed a full body mirror. She stopped infront of it. There she was but……behind her there was a woman. Hermione turned looking wildly behind her, no one. She turned to look back in the mirror.
The woman was lovely, with long golden hair and bright blue eyes, where had she seen those eyes before? The woman smiled her plump, plush ruby red lips where perfect when she smiled. The woman walked closer to Hermione in the mirror. Hermione looked behind her again. Still no one. She turned back to the mirror. The woman now had on arm across Hermione's bare shoulder her lips by Hermione's ear.
Hermione could hear her voice. "Haven't I made you pretty my dear," the woman said. Her voice was lulling and Hermione felt light headed and content. "I can make you beautiful." The woman was stroking Hermione's neck with one long thin finger. The woman pulled out something, a golden comb that sparkled. She began to comb Hermione's hair. As she did it got longer and less bushy. Hermione could feel her hair growing and knew it wasn't only in the mirror. "See."
Then the woman put away the comb and then dragged the back of her hand down Hermione's side. Hermione's skin began to sparkle and turned to a creamy color, like moon silk. All the scars, bruises, and cuts she ever had disappeared. "Now you must listen to me. Your friend the one you call Ginny, you must kill her."
That rang through Hermione's head. She felt sleep but she shook her head. She couldn't, she wouldn't kill Ginny, her best friend!
"You must my dear," The woman says so. "You listen to Arikita now. She wants the orb, she's planning to take it to her."
Hermione felt anger build up. "She can't have it! Never!"
"Shhhh, now, shhhh. She is being helped, you must kill her or she will take it easily." Hermione felt something pressed into her hand and looked down to see a dagger. The blade was bright silver and the hilt was bronze set with a single amethyst.
"Do it," the woman urged.
Hermione slipped on a robe and crept back into the dormitory and over to Ginny's bed. She was sleeping, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Hermione held the dagger tight. No, she wouldn't do this. She began to back away but a voice dreamed. DO IT, the voice yelled. KILL HER, KILL HER, SHE WANTS WHATS YOURS, SHE MUST DIE!! The voice taunted, driving Hermione crazy. She raised the blade and drove it down hard into Ginny's chest.
Ginny's eyes flew open and she looked up Hermione in shock and horror. She opened her mouth and blood poured from it mixing with the blood now seeping from under Ginny's gown. Hermione stared horrified. What had she done! The voice laughed. Hermione wrapped her arms under Ginny's head.
"Gin, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to……I didn't want…Ginny please don't die.0 Please!" Too late. Ginny's eyes flared then died and her body went limp. Hermione was breathing heavy. She stood up quick looking around wildly before dashing out of the dormitory and down to the yard.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ginny sat Ron and Harry behind her, hidden behind a tree. They watched Hermione open the passageway and walk in. Ginny turned to look at Harry and Ron.
"I told you," she hissed at them. She had told them the whole story after Freya had told her what to do. They hadn't believed her but by the horrified look on heir faces they did now.
Well then what are we waiting for," Ron said. "Let's follow her." He stood up and started to go but Ginny pulled him back down.
1 "Just one moment *Ronald*," Ginny said. "Lets get one thing straight here *I* am in charge."
"You? Why you?"
"Because, in this adventure, I am more specialer than YOU. YOU are under-special here and because I am more specialerer, I am the boss, got it. And if you don't got it, than you leave it here."
Ron grumbled but nodded and agreed.
"Harry?"
"I understand now let's go."
Ginny nodded and slung the bag that had what she needed over her back and opened the passageway. They entered. But this time, the walls were made of Ivory.