Hey everyone
This chapter was a bit difficult for me, I wanted to put so many things on it but in the end I decided to make it simple.
I owe you an apology, this chapter was written three days ago but for my misfortune I had a problem with my laptop.
I am very happy that you like the story, On the other hand a little surprised of the displeasure about my decisions on the way in which I characterized Harry and Hermione in this story
So I will use this space to answer it. I hope this isn't going to bother the persons
For my partners, sayianhund and Harry Thomas Riddle:
I do not know if you are looking at my story anymore, but still, I will explain a little my thoughts if there is a similar problem in some other reader.
Being honest here, everything around us is already catalogued as a cliché. I can even be categorized as a cliché myself. Maybe it's me being a timeworn person who was brought up in the old school or just a rustic ignorant, but in my opinion the only problem with stereotypes is not knowing how to enjoy them, the news even are already spent as a desperation to prevail as something unique.
(Even though I have not read so many fictional stories about Harry Potter)
I think it's not like I'm duplicating another writer's work, a basic idea on a subject does not make it inappropriate to be explored again with another point of view
When someone writes this kind of fiction stories, one chooses the characters that are considered important
A protagonist
I chose Hermione to be my heroine.
But of course, I'm not saying Harry is stupid but if I want to give prominence to my female lead one should focus on her then. And the boy can be a little clueless sometimes
I love Hermione, she is amazing to me, my favourite character even
First of all even though I am familiar with the word "bitch" (and I don't like that word) I'm a bit confused about in witch point Hermione here can be declared as one. Because I consider that although Hermione loved the friendship given to her by Harry and Ron, she never felt the need to always depend on them, on the contrary, she has always been a sufficient and self-determining woman.
I think that's what I like the most about her
And for the record, I don't think Draco is a saint or anything like that, but as we know from the canon context his life after Hogwarts the events of his adolescence changed his life forever. And when he had his son Scorpius, he was raised by Draco and Astoria not to believe that Muggles and Muggle-borns were scum, so he would be more kind and tolerant, which caused Draco to have a tense relationship with his parents at family gatherings.
Something that I believe, of what Hermione would be proud to see more than being angry with him forever
Well, my friends, I hope this message comes to you and more than antipathy for my words, you can be more temperate
We don't write or read these stories to break our heads or bother us
We are here to have a good time.
Even so, thank you for reading my story to any point that you consider adequate or appropriate.
-Raituski141-
I hope my reply hasn't offended anyone in particular.
And here, I leave the reader, my chapter six.
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P.D. (Thanks to the other people who left their comments to support me too, I regret not thanking them one by one, but I think this note has been lengthened enough)
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The Prelude of an Obscure Time
Chapter 6: Hermit's Insomne
Level Two of the Ministry of Magic, Auror Headquarters, London
Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow from the desk seat, his hand resting his chin while he wasted time watching Potter and Weasley who looked at him with scowls and muttered among themselves so hard it was impossible for him not to know they were talking about him and Hermione "Pair of bleeders, don't you think, Isos?" he said in a low voice to the dog who was gently biting the fingers of his free hand, circling in his lap, playing around him
They heard the door open, Hermione striding to her desk where Draco had moved another chair to sit next to her
"I spoke with Minister Kingsley about everything that happened in Little Hangleton, all the Aurors are prioritizing the search for our three criminals, but without results" she commented, sitting in the chair next to Draco while he extended a cup of coffee in her hands, taking the papers she had in her hands "Thanks" she thanked the cup of coffee she really needed right now. Since the incident in Little Hangleton and the Obscurus more troublesome than usual, Hermione had not slept almost anything during these three days.
Finding Rodolphus, Rabastan and Fenrir was a headache for her that she could not finish focusing properly on. Looking in front of her, she raised an eyebrow at Harry and Ron. "Could you guys stop rabbiting about Draco and me for a while?!" She said in a stern voice.
Harry and Ron straightened in surprise at the attention call Hermione gave them. Ron cleared his throat "We don't rabbiting, we're talking about the case"
Hermione and Draco rolled their eyes at the same time, something that was unpleasant to see according to Ron and Harry "I don't know what your words have to do with the case, I can even quote your words exactly as, Hermione has completely lost her head if she really wants to live in the same house as the ferret, I bet he used an Imperius curse on her" she crossed her arms "For your information we were living together in New York so I don't have any problem with being roommates in London too"
"There's nothing more nauseating than seeing you living with Malfoy" Ron muttered disgustedly.
Harry could not help but agree, even though he did not say anything, especially when Hermione's scowl deepened when she heard Ron "If you don't want to see him then we can just go..."
"No!" Harry cut her off. Although he didn't like Malfoy and he still thought the ferret was planning something with his closeness with Hermione, he didn't want Hermione to leave the house. Living Merlin only knows where with Malfoy, the two of them, alone "You and Malfoy can still live with us at Grimmauld Place, Ron is just being a berk, there's no problem" he tried to calm her down
"But-" Ron tried to complain again, but with a wave of Harry's wand, his mouth was closed with a silencing charm
"You see? Everything is fine" Harry nodded
Hermione narrowed her eyes, but decided to ignore their childish behaviours "As I was saying before, there is no trace of Fenrir or the Lestrange brothers, probably they are still hiding, trying to save Rabastan's life"
Harry frowned "But he will die" he clarified, Rabastan's wounds were very deep, when they took him away he had already lost an arm and a leg as well as having a big cut on his chest, and since Rodolphus and Fenrir were not great experts in healing spells, it would not be in any way possible to save him
"Exactly" Hermione agreed
"Then they will have to leave the body behind" Draco nodded
Harry placed a hand on his chin as he thought "With evidences in the place"
Hermione smiled "More like blood and a corpse with a trace to me"
Ron winced at Hermione's morbid words, removing the spell from his mouth "Anyway, then we should wait until they show up on their own?"
"As unpleasant as that sounds, that's the way it should be, even so, Aurors are still looking for them" Hermione replied, yawning
"Have you been sleeping?" Draco raised an eyebrow.
"A little less than I'd like to admit" she said simply, sipping a little more of her coffee cup
Harry looked at her, squinting. Hermione looked very tired, since two days ago it seemed she hadn't been sleeping but he refused to say anything for fear of bothering her "You should go home, taking a sleeping draught potion would help with your sleeplessness problems" he tried to persuade her "You should use this time, as you said, there is nothing to do until the body of Rabastan appears"
Hermione looked at him, Harry's worried face was something she had never been able to refuse "Okay, I will" she sighed in defeat "But if Rabastan shows up, you should inform me immediately" she warned
"We will do it" Harry nodded
"While you go to sleep, I'll go with Blaze, we need to talk about a couple of things" Draco stood up when she did "I'll take Isos with me, so you don't have to worry about anything else" He put the unruly puppy inside the pocket of his robes
"I'll go with you" Harry said standing up as well "I'll take you home, Hermione" he smiled
"Why?" She asked confused "I can go home by myself, thank you very much"
Malfoy looked at him suspiciously "Anything to confess Potter?" He raised an eyebrow
Harry raised both eyebrows at the blond man, challenging him "Anything you want to know Malfoy?" asked back
"Why do you want to go with me Harry? It's not like I'm going to get lost on my way to Grimmauld Place" She crossed her arms
"I'm going to read a couple of books in the library, maybe my mind will clear up a bit after that" he shrugged
Hermione smiled, pleased to hear that "Well, let's go then" she extended her hand
He didn't doubt even a second to take it, smiling back at her
Ron snorted "I'll go to the Burrow, it's been a while and mom probably will go crazy once she knows Hermione is here"
Hermione tensed when she heard him. The burrow? She didn't even want to imagine what Molly Weasley had to say to her about her disappearance for eleven years. She would probably burst out in anger over what she would define as… the cheek. She cleared her throat "do you really have to tell your mother I'm here?"
Ron smiled amused. "Scared Hermione?"
"It's not like someone enjoys your mother in one of her lecture incidences" she defended herself
"Something very similar to those made for you" a new silencing charm closed his mouth.
Ron frowned at the culprit
"Just get out of here Weasley" It was Malfoy, keeping his wand back in its holster
Despite his bad mood and removing the spell once more from his mouth "See you later, Harry, Hermione" Ron took his belongings "Ferret" he hissed irritably
"I'm glad to know you guys get along so well" Hermione said sarcastically
Draco just growled
"See you later, Draco" she took her trenchcoat and her briefcase from her desk
"Hermione, Potter" the blonde said goodbye as Harry just gave him a slight nod. Draco opened the office door so they left first
Looking at them from behind. Draco's mocking smile disappeared. His serious gaze slid to the intertwined hands of both as they walked and chatted for hallways of the ministry
He felt the afflicted weight on his chest once again
He denied with his head several times before his eyes focused on them again.
No matter how selfish and ambitious he was, Hermione was a lost issue for him
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Grimmauld Place, Islington, London, England
Harry stretched the sleeping potion in Hermione's hands "I made it myself, I hope you don't mind" said
Hermione took it "You've always been a brilliant wizard Harry, I'm sure this potion is perfect" she smiled
He shook his head, always embarrassed by Hermione's compliments "No, you're the brightest witch I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, I've never been as good as you"
She laughed, his words were so familiar to her "Me? Books and cleverness!" she said in her best voice, a bit strange to try to imitate herself "There are more important things-…"
"Friendship and bravery" Harry finished for her
Their smile widened as they looked at each other. They missed this closeness between them
Hermione was the first to look away from him to the vial in her hands "I should get into my room to sleep for a while" she pointed to the door behind her
Harry's lips constricted into a tight line, but she was right, although he didn't want her to get away from him, he didn't want her to get sick either "You're right, I'll let you rest" he nodded but didn't move from his place
She shook her head, amused at his stubborn demeanour. For a moment she wished she could tell him to stay with her, she wanted to take his hand and open to him the door to her world, cling to him as he had done with her all these years together at Hogwarts. But she couldn't.
She couldn't do that to Harry, he was the most important person to her
After Voldemort's death his life had finally been as calm as it should have been at first, he didn't deserve that she dragged him to another problem which he wasn't to blame either
She had brought herself the problem that was inside her suitcase so now she had to face the consequences of her actions
"See you tomorrow Harry" she said goodbye to him. She saw him frown, unhappy with her words
He sighed defeated "See you tomorrow Hermione" he gave her a small smile "I'll wait for you to go first" he answered when her gaze showed confusion, probably because he was still standing in the same place
"All right" she nodded. Then, she leaned over him, ignoring the surprise in his eyes, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek "And Harry" she murmured with even her lips brushing over his cheek, causing him a shiver. Her hand took the knob behind her, opening it
Harry couldn't help the sideways look he dedicated to the interior of her room as she pull away from him. Missed, he saw nothing had been moved, there was no indication that someone was sleeping in there, even less, two people and a dog, it was as if the room was still uninhabited since Harry finished decorating it so many years ago. He forced himself to answer Hermione "What is it?" His voice trembled slightly.
"Just be careful"
Her words confused him. "All right" he said, still not understanding when he saw her enter to her room before she gave him a last smile and closed the door.
He cocked his head a couple of times before shrugging and walking to the Black family's library
On his way, his footsteps stopped in front of the bedroom door that at the moment belonged to Draco Malfoy, Harry turned his head towards the door. Curiosity called him to break Malfoy's privacy
He hesitated for a couple of seconds because Hermione, he knew if she ever found out that he was snooping around Malfoy things, she would be furious, of course, if she found out
That alone was enough for Harry to take out his wand with decision, pointing to the door "Alohomora" but the door didn't open, there was probably an anti-Alohomora on the door, he raised his wand again "Liberare" but the door didn't open either "Emancipate" again.
But the bloody door remained closed
Bloody Hell!
The door needed a key, maybe… "Portaberto" A tiny explosion. Harry smiled victorious as the door opened. Unfortunately this spell left a smoking hole where the key should have gone
But for now, he could omit that little inconvenience, he would solve it later
He opened the door with his left hand while with his right hand pointed to any peculiarity that could appear inside the room. It was not strange for him that Malfoy had tricks around his things, at first he had been ripped off a couple of times.
Before when he went to Malfoy's house to look for evidence about his illicit actions, Harry hadn't tried to look for something hidden, his only goal had been to check what was in plain sight, not because he couldn't find anything, Malfoy had probably been trying to hide a couple of them, but because even though he hated the git, Malfoy didn't deserve to be treated like a criminal, well, at least not until Harry had tangible evidence
But now, he needed to look for another kind of thing besides Malfoy's dark artefacts
The room, contrary to Hermione's had signs that Malfoy lived here, despite everything being organized, his belongings could be seen around. There was even a magical photograph of his parents next to him on the desk smiling proudly.
Strolling his eyes around the place the first thing he noticed was an unusual distance between two pieces of furniture, Harry, being an Auror with several years of experience knew whenever this singularity happened, it was because something was hidden in that place. "Revelio" he murmured
And there it was, under the effects of a disillusionment charm a chest appeared, again he pointed it with his wand "Cistem Aperio" the spell opened the chest with a burst of light. Harry approached it, inside there was only what appeared to be an amulet in the shape of a full moon "Accio" he conjured it into his hand, refused to touch the chest with his bare hands, wary of Malfoy putting some other spell on it.
He examined it in his hands, a huge blue stone shining on the other side
What exactly was this?
It didn't matter now, he had to get out of here now if he did not want to be caught red-handed. Saving the amulet inside his trousers and with another movement of his wand the chest closed again, he invoked another disillusionment charm over the chest to make it look as if nothing had been moved from its place. His wand then went to the door "Reparo" and the door was fixed
Harry left the room, but not before taking another look inside, nothing caught his attention.
He closed the door again. His feet took him to his own room instead of the Black Library where he set out to examine the object in his trouser pocket.
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Hermione opened her eyes, confused, she got up on the hard ground where she was lying. Where she was? This place wasn't her room at Grimmauld Place. She felt the water fall on her head like a gentle breeze that barely touched her face, she lifted her head to the sky to see where the water was coming from.
Two huge mountains covered by temples from which a large waterfall was divided into very small ones due to the rocks and the fauna that surrounded it. With paleness covering her face, Hermione recognized the place
Was this a nightmare?
Despite her fear, she started to climb the first mountain, a little smaller than the second one, she climbed the hundreds of stone stairs. She couldn't help but think about the last time she was here, the previous time it had been an agony to climb the whole mountain, now, she felt her feet float as she stepped on each step. Among the temples that took her to the top of the first mountain, she couldn't help but look around, looking for the people who lived here, but the place was completely empty.
She didn't know at what moment she was upstairs, looking at the huge temple that was next to the beginning of this waterfall, as majestic and bright as she remembered it. She was tempted to enter since she had never seen it on the inside but she preferred not to do it at the last minute, it wasn't her destiny to tread that place.
Her eyesight then went to the right side,where was the second mountain attached to this one, there was a grotto on it, Hermione knew it well. She followed the stone path that was attached to the mountain and the stream that formed next to the road and which later became a simple stone bridge
Once stepping on the stone bridge,the small stream now turned all the inside into water around it, the grotto was the same as she remembered it, the sea seems to be illuminated under the water making it look magnificently bright blue. Something unusual and beautiful to see
On the rocky walls the light filtered through the holes of the waterfall falling into the grotto, two holes with more accuracy, one was over the bridge a couple of steps where she was about to walk, She trembled when the cold water suddenly fell on her but it was only a couple of seconds and then it didn't fall over her head anymore.
The second orifice of the waterfall was at the end of the bridge before it reached a small garden, when Hermione got there, she stopped; tense as she looked at what was inside the garden.
A huge dragon-shaped pillar that held an equally large golden Pagoda-shaped cage from its snout.
This was definitely a nightmare.
Her eyes widened with terror as she saw the silhouette of the person shaking inside the cage while some drops fell on the roof of the cage, she distinguished her own figure in a foetal position on the floor,emaciated, wearing only a uttarasanga to cover her andwith shackles and gold chains imprisoning her legs, hands and neck which they were partially burned by contact
Hermione heard her other figure sob with regret from her position "Harry, I'm sorry" the sore voice of her younger self brought tears to Hermione
This, more than a nightmare, belonged to part of her memories
Memories she had had to possess for her arrogance back then. Now, she was unconsciously punishing herself again by having to relive them in her dreams
A disheartening for Hermione had been staying in that cage for five years
And she remembered this moment as clear as crystal
She was in Shaanxi Province and it was a little after her first year of confinement, she was tired, sad, weak, regretful, in pain. She felt her strength was finally ending after more than a year of trying to stay alive.
For what purpose anyway?
She just wanted that torture to come to an end, any way out
Even dying seemed like a pleasant thought
In addition to the torture of shackles, malnutrition and loneliness, the constant trickle of water on her cage began to drive her crazy
She could barely sleep for two or three hours a day
With each small drop fell on the metal her heart seemed to enter a state of painful irregularity that was measured with the time before another drop fell again
A balanced rhythm
Like before falling,her heart was deadly slow
And then, when the drop fell,the speed of her heart increased to a painful state inside her chest
She even thought, could she die of a cardiac arrest just by listening to a drop of water?
Hermione closed her eyes as her dream reproduced the sound of the drops of water around her again. She shook her head, she wouldn't tolerate seeing this, her feet moved,trying to reach the cage in the garden but a menacing bark made her stop her way, surprised at the sudden sound, she fell backwards on one of the stones of the bridge,blinking confused as she focused on the animal that had appeared in front of her
It was the huge, almost corporeal figure of a wolf made for what it seemed to be, it was black smoke that looked at her behind a pair of piercing eyes.
The barking had sounded like caution, warning, maybe uneasy about her presence here, probably wanting to protect itself or… something or someone else. Hermione narrowed her eyes, inspecting it, something about its appearance seemed familiar.
And when the wolf tried to get close to her, its paws started to create a trail of blue fire around the two of them,it before hazel eyes shone from the same deep blue as the fire and then, Hermione understood
It was the Obscurus
The dark energy that she thought before was smoke began to grow as avidly as the fire, reaching her to the place where she was "No, stay away from me!" She began to panic as the entity surrounded her body
Seeing the wolf in front of herseemed ready to attack her at any moment, sideways behind him, she could see the cage. An idea came to her
Maybe if she managed to reach her youngest self, the Obscurus would disappear, maybe if she released her…
But it was an easier task to think about what to do because when she managed to stand up and take a step forward, the Obscurus became defensive, protecting the cage
Hermione frowned,her posture also tensed as she looked cheekily to the wolf in front of her,of course the Obscurus would show an aggressive-protective behaviour to that damn cage, if it were not for it, the Obscurus wouldn't exist
Of course, Hermionewasn't scared, after all, if she had locked it once, she could do it again
Both looked at each other with defiance,this seemed like a typical fight between two wolves in search of territorial conquest
The size of the wolf grew even more, almost covering the whole grotto, its figure was amorphous but the traces of its head remained visible, its two eyes became six on its face, energy and blue fire surrounded it
Hermione raised her outstretched hand where she always wore her ring-shaped amulet in front of the wolf, the symbol of Aegishjalmur was visible on it while her magic summoned the same symbol in front of her hand with a blue magic trail
Hermione closed her eyes "byrgja"
The magic in her hand grew until it glowed all over the place.
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When Hermione opened her eyes again, she was no longer in that terrifying place but back in Grimmauld Place, inside her suitcase, lying in her room.
Her eyes widened in surprise when her gaze reached her hand and she saw blue fire burning some of her sheets. Immediately she got up, hitting the small fire with her hand to make it go out but it didn't work "Aguamenti" she murmured with her hand over the fire, extinguishing it
She sighed relieved that it had only been a small fright, looking at the sheets she sat on the side of the burned spot. She shook her head, this wasn't the first time her magic went unconsciously out of control. Stress always caused that in her
This dream, on the other hand, was new. At least the part of the Obscurus
Hermione ran her hand over the burned sheet, murmuring a spell, the stain disappeared and the impeccable white color returned. The only good thing about burning things constantly during dreams was to perfect a spell to disappear the traces the fire caused; The bad part was having to explain why her desk was burned when she fell asleep a few times in her office back in New York.
Hermione then looked at the watch on her wrist, it was three o'clock in the morning, she had slept for a little over nine hours. She got up from the bed and looked at the clothes she was wearing; her blue dress shirt and dark trousers were wrinkled, and it was because after taking the potion, she had gone straight to bed without even changing her clothes, only her trenchcoat lay on the back of her armchair
She left her room, the inside of her suitcase was divided into a large cross-shaped corridor with many numbered doors, except for the library that was in the center, Hermione's favorite place and where was the spiral staircase that connected to the outside of the suitcase.
But this time Hermione wasn't heading there, instead, she went to the door with the wooden carving of a Fwooper on it, she hates-loved that place too, because although it relaxed her in some way, it also reminded her of that unbearable place where she was imprisoned, especially the pagoda near a cherry tree.
But this was a Japanese teahouse gardenso of course there had to be a pagoda, she rolled her eyes, after Tzeentch's words made a buzz in her head
Even so, she had made Tzeentch cover the stream and fountain since it was impossible for her to hear the movement of the water. She was even grateful when Tzeentch played music at a high volume while she showered, a good way to distract her attention as the water fell so close to her.
Opening the door of the place, she closed her eyes as the breeze and the smell of the grass reached her nostrils, walking towards the chashitsu inside the garden while out of the corner of her eye she directed a rigid look at the pagoda that had won her hatred since it was put there by Tzeentch
Even so she let it be there because it was his friend's wish, there weren't many things inside this place that belonged to Tzeentch besides his room and the gramophone in the library, so to that uncomfortable pagoda she could bear it for him
Inside the tea room, Hermione was greeted by the bewitched teapot that she created herself, the piece made of cast iron always seemed to be somehow excited to see her whenever she came here, something she did every day
"Good to see you too" she smiled happily as the teapot fluttered in her head
She sat in her favorite settee as she let the bewitched tea set spoil her
Simple moments like these in which Hermione appreciated more than anything being a witch
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Harry looked at the clock on his nightstand, it was three in the morning. He took his glasses out of his sight so he could put a hand across his face and then put them back on, blinked tiredly.
So many hours had passed and he had not been able to find out or push on anything of that amulet, it seemed nothing but a useless expensive ornament
There was nothing dark magic about that jewelry
No curse
It was so bog-standard that Harry was going to go nutter
All that Harry had managed to identify worthwhile of this object for him was to find ancient runes drawn around the full moon, under the perfect handwriting of Hermione
In other times, Harry would have thought this was a worthy circumstance to be alarmed, but now, knowing that he and Hermione were… friends. Well, it wasn't unusual that Malfoy had something done by Hermione
The weird thing here, was that Malfoy had this under lock and a disillusionment charm
So the amulet was very valuable, or dangerous
How could an amulet be dangerous when there was no dark magic inside it?
He didn't know yet
Harry narrowed his eyes at the amulet on his bed, sitting from an armchair next to his window
Maybe things were not as complicated as he thought, what he wanted to say was, what was an amulet after all? What was it for?
How did the magic of an amulet work? Was it like a spell?
If so, then it had to leave a trace
Of course, he wasn't an expert in magic tracking like Hermione, but he knew how to identify a spell, he was an auror after all
There was nothing to lose, as strange or silly as it sounds to try to find a trace of a spell cast inside an amulet, if this is an amulet, which usually serve to protect.
And although the core of his wand with the amulet weren't the same to create an echo of the most recent spell, Harry hoped that being the magic of Hermione who with the years they know each other somehow was linked to his by the fraternal love connected between the two through time, he hoped that was enough
It could work
It had to work
"Prior Incantato" Apart from the light that came out of his wand and touched the amulet, nothing out of the ordinary happened
Harry sighed, closed his eyes, ruffled his hair in frustration
He had been so confident that it would work!
It must work!
"Show me Hermione Granger" Harry opened his eyes surprised to hear Malfoy's voice come out of the amulet
It wasn't a spell, but his own enchantment had made whatever activates the amulet reproduced again since the last time it was used, which was Malfoy's voice calling for Hermione's whereabouts
The amulet then began to shine and Harry stood up to take it in his hand, turning it until he saw the sapphire becoming a transparent mirror, the image of Hermione was reflected in its interior
But she wasn't in her room sleeping as he supposed
She was sitting in an armchair in some strange place, drinking a cuppa while she read a book, a bewitched teapot filled her cup once it was empty. "Thank you" he heard her murmur, returning to her reading.
Harry couldn't stop seeing the image in front of him, it was without a doubt Hermione, and because of the same clothes she was still wearing, it had to be what she was doing right now.
But, she wasn't in her room
So, where was she?
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Ok, until here ends chapter six.
Again, I hope the chapter is to your liking
Here a couple of curiosities of the chapter in case you want to read them:
The title of the chapter makes two references.
One. I take the legend of "Insomne" from the story "The Insomne Dragon" also known as "The Colchian Dragon" from Greek mythology. Sometimes mentioned as a snake. The Dragon had the ability to never to sleep and was in charge of guarded the Golden Fleece at Colchis, the sacred grove of Ares. When the Argonauts went in search of this one, Medea, with her magic, made sleep the sleepless dragon, occasion Jason took advantage of to steal the Fleece. In the chapter it was an excerpt from the scene of Harry stealing the amulet from Draco's room who as you know, his name means Dragon.
Of course, "Insomne" It is also due to sleeping problems Hermione had here. The word means Insomnia.
Two. The word "Hermit" It is a tarot card that represents introspection, solitary meditation, the need for self-knowledge, the withdrawal from the world to better understand what has been learned and assimilate it. A parable in the spiritual world.
Also, I took it from the expression "Garden Hermit" a trend that was experienced in the United Kingdom, especially in England, in the eighteenth century: "Garden Hermits" or "Ornamental Hermits". This fashion consisted in having a hermit living in your garden. Wealthy people decorated their gardens with bridges, temples and leafy trees while the people chosen to be part of the garden lived in austerity and melancholy as a silent existence who should dress as druids, were forbidden to bathe and cut their nails and could not talk to anyone.
An ironic term to Hermione's imprisonment
Hanging cages: Until the end of the 18th century, it was not unusual to find abundant iron and wooden cages attached to the exterior of municipal buildings, ducal or justice palaces, cathedrals, walls of the cities or on high poles near the crossroads. The victims, naked or half-naked, were locked in cages and hung up. They died of hunger and thirst; for bad weather and cold in winter; and the heat and sunburn in summer.
Chinese Water Torture: It is a psychological torture. It is a method of torture extremely heartbreaking and lacerating, which sought physical and mental pain unbearable that not only snatched the victim's life, also alienated slowly. It consisted in immobilizing an inmate in the supine position –Lying on your back-, so a drop of cold water fell on your forehead every five seconds. After a few hours, the continuous drip caused physical damage to the skin, similar to that suffered by the fingertips after an immersion bath.
Whoever was condemned to this took several days to die and could do it in different ways: Due to a cardiac arrest caused by the incessant drip that prevented you from falling asleep, the drop of water could also end up eroding the bone of your head, after a great loss of time going hungry and thirsty, which weakened both body and soul.
A similarity with the drop falling on Hermione's cage
Byrgja: Old Norse word meaning Shelter, enclose, isolate
Aegishjalmur: It is a symbol of Norse mythology that was used by the Viking warriors and means "The Helm of Awe" A magical symbol that evokes powers for protection, it was also known as an amulet that contains a spell of terror. In ancient times it was said that the Viking warriors wore this symbol located on their foreheads, as a kind of third eye, to give them powers of invincibility and thus was a way to instill fear among their opponents.
Chashitsu: (茶室, "tea room") in Japanese tradition is an architectural space designed to be used for tea ceremony (chanoyu) gatherings.
Fwooper: A magical African bird with brightly-coloured feathers, which can include orange, pink, lime green and yellow. Listening to the Fwooper's high pitched, twittering song will drive the listener insane, so each bird must be sold with a Silencing Charm placed on it. The four colour varieties of the Fwooper are used to represent the number four, in the runic alphabet.
So the Hermione tea garden door has the number 4
Bog-standard: Completely ordinary, without anything special added.
That's it for now, I'll upload the chapter as fast as I can
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The Prelude of an Obscure Time
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