Author's note: Hey so some pretty dark stuff coming, if you can't tell by my foreshadowing. Maybe a certain dark witch is coming to Hogwarts.
It was the middle of December and the snow was falling very heavy. In fact there was a storm brewing, and it was headed straight towards Hogwarts. Hermione was spending some quiet time at the edge of the forbidden forest, ever since the bullying started getting worse she started spending more time alone and away from Harry and Ron. While sitting in her favorite hiding place Hermione heard a twig snap and some rustling in the bushes, she jumped and looked towards the dark trees in hopes of catching what made the sound, "Maybe it was an animal or something," Hermione reassured herself out loud. Shaking her head Hermione continued to read the Daily Prophet the headline read: "More Muggle borns died horrific deaths at the hands of the most notorious death eaters," and with that Hermione shivered and went back to her dorms.
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The Storm: It started gently, but then ripped through it's surrounding, covering everything in it's path with a blanket of white, the winds howled at the castel, whipping around threatening to rip the trees from their rooted homes. The sound of hard snow pounding the frozen earth waking the dead from their eternal slumbers, causing man and creature alike to crawl into the safety of their shelters. It wasn't just the first years afraid of the storm bruting away just outside the window, the storm had even the bravest 7th year cowering under their blankets
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The next morning: The next morning brought calm skies and a very thick layer of snow covering the grounds of Hogwarts, everything was peaceful again, but just like in every Shakespeare play; looks are deceiving.
Hermione awoke the next morning feeling tired, she hardly slept through the storm. She begrudgingly started pulling on her robes and headed down to breakfast, "one more day," she sighed to herself. The students only had one more day before their holiday began.
"Good morning students, seeing how there is only one day left of classes we, the faculty have decided to cancel any classes today due to that nasty storm that hit last night. Think of this as a early Christmas gift from us to you." Dumbledore announced and the children all cheered.
"Hey Hermione," Ron said with a mouthful of food, "how would you like coming over to my house for the holiday?"
"That would be lovely Ron, thank you." She replied
"Harry, you're coming to right?" Ron asked.
"Are you kidding, I'd love to come, it's way better than my aunt and uncle's house, you'll love it Hermione." Harry concluded.
After breakfast Hermione decided to pack herself a picnic and go back to her hiding spot just at the edge of the forest, she did invite Harry and Ron, but they had to practice for their upcoming quidditch season.
Upon arrival Hermione started to pull things from her basket, charmed to hold more than what it appears it can. She laid out her blanket and laid down, casting a heating charm around herself.
Though she casted the charm she still couldn't shake the chilling presents around her, and that's when she hear it, a voice.
"Hello, girl." the stranger greeted in a smooth dark tone.
Hermione jumped and faced the intruder, and timidly replied back, "hello".