AN: HI! Sry for not updating. I hope this makes up for it. I dont know if its any good, so I might change it later on. Enjoy! R&R!
P.S I dont own Harry Potter. =[
She had to be dreaming, this couldn't be real. This spell upon her was making Hermione sick. These dreams...these memories that she kept dreaming were so personal, so intense...Hermione couldn't help but feel deprived. This wasn't her life. She ran her fingers through her hair as she stood outside on the grounds of Hogwarts. It was another dream, Hermione knew that for sure. It was snowing, but her skin felt warm to the touch. The Quidditch field wasn't there as well, since Hermione had concurred that she was standing where it would be in a thousand years or so.
Why was she dreaming this?
"Row, where are you?" a familiar voice stated. Hermione watched as a dark form appeared out of the courtyard and began to climb down the stone steps. It was Salazar Slytherin; yet it wasn't the period of clothes that made her realize who it was. It was his aura...particularly the humming that seemed to resonate off of him. Like a beacon of calling, Hermione felt drawn to him. Bloody hell, this was so strange. What made this seem so familiar to her?
"Salazar!!" the feminine voice shouted making Hermione turn to the edge of the snow. She watched as Rowena glided into her viewing. She seemed so happy, so fair...the cloak of blue and silver swirled around her as she twirled in the slow snowfall. Hermione watched bug-eyed as the snow began to slow down; Salazar smiled at the bit of magic she was producing. "Isn't it beautiful out here, love?" Hermione looked at the dark man and sighed. His eyes were glued on the woman before him; it wasn't the only thing he found beautiful. Hermione sighed and watched as Salazar moved down the stone stairs and caught Rowena up in his arms. Hermione's eyes narrowed as the humming began to grow louder; it was them! Why were they doing this?
"Rosalyn!" a familiar voice shouted making Hermione open her eyes. She was in the library; the darkness around her saying it was probably past curfew. Hermione looked up and smiled. It was Lucretia, her black hair was down almost making her invisible in the shadows. Those eyes held so much merriment, Hermione wished that she felt the same. However the circumstances were different and she wanted to go home so much.
"Lucretia, what time is it?" Hermione asked getting up. Nobody must have noticed her; she had picked the farthest table in the corner, surrounding herself with books. She smiled at the familiarity of it all.
"Way past curfew it is." Lucretia scolded with a smirk on her face. "Let's put these books up. Madame O'Brien will have our head if she finds her precious books like this." Hermione nodded picking up a few of the books. She could hear Lucretia rustle with the weight of some of the books as she placed them back in their place.
"Bloody hell, Rosalyn. Why are you reading Time Travel and its Boundaries?" Lucretia muttered aggravated at the weight of the books. Hermione smiled shrugging at the comment.
"It's just a bit of light reading. I was bored." Hermione stated smiling at Lucretia turned towards her.
"Its a bloody tome, Rosalyn." Lucretia stated. "Light reading, my arse." Hermione laughed.
"Thanks, Lucretia." Hermione hissed playfully. Lucretia cracked a smile.
"You're welcome. Now let's go before we get caught." Lucretia stated in a whispered tone. Hermione nodded stopping at the table. Something was there; a small book perhaps. Hermione quickly crouched down, picking up the small, leather-bound book. Strange it was, Hermione couldn't remember picking it up when she came in the library in the first place. The book was on soul resurrection. Something about it felt important...the strange thing about it was she could feel it humming. Just like it was in her dream, the book felt like it was calling to her.
"Rosalyn, what are you looking at?" Lucretia asked looking back at the front door before her eyes laid upon the book. " The Resurrection of the Soul... have you read it?" Hermione shook her head.
"I haven't but I want to." Hermione sighed. Hermione honestly want to read this small book; there was something about it that Hermione felt like she needed to know. She gasped as as Lucretia snatched the book out of her hands and placed it within her robes.
"There...now we can go." Lucretia stated grabbing Hermione's hand. Was she really going to steal that book? Oh so many rules were being broken. "Don't worry. We're just borrowing the book. I will return it when you need me to." Hermione rolled her eyes. She was going to get into so much trouble...and she didn't even exist in this era.
"How were your classes? I heard you were bloody fantastic!" Lucretia muttered as they walked down the abandoned halls. They were about to met the dungeon boundaries; surprisingly they haven't been caught yet. Classes today...on that had been fun. Fate had to be laughing at her right now; playing with her life this was simply infuriating. Tom Riddle and his golden boy status...she had been partnered with him in every class they had. Slughorn winked at Tom when he stated the fact that Hermione would be his partner in that class as well. Slughorn might as well be running a bloody matchmaking service. Infuriating man he was...
"It was okay." Hermione stated as they made their way down a pair of stone steps. They were finally in the dungeons; Hermione could feel her bones grow cold as they continued to walk slowly, taking every sound in. There was something about this place that felt so cold and obsolete. Hermione hated it; she missed the warm common room of the Griffyndor tower. The stone walls were so cold; it hurt to touch the bricks, biting at her pale skin.
"Not from what Abraxas told me. He said that you and Tom had debates in almost every class." Lucretia muttered as they made a turn. Hermione shook her head. Abraxas was a little gossip; she was starting to get real aggravated with the elder Malfoy. He never stopped flirting with her. Right annoying, Hermione had the itch to send a Stinging Hex down to his nether regions. A small smile appeared on her face; she would love to make him squirm.
"Malfoy is a bloody gossip." Hermione muttered as they made their way to the portrait. The painting was macabre in nature; snakes twirled through the skulls of fallen warrior. The negative space was filled with dancing clouds of gray and black. A scene of death and hate...Hermione hated it.
"Passssword?" one of the snakes asked.
"Sang royal," Lucretia muttered rubbing her eyes. Hermione watched as the painting swung open, revealing the cold rooms she had as a home. Lucretia walked in first, her robes swirling around her. So similar to the way Rowena's clothes moved in her dream; the dream ran through her mind in a blink of the eye. She needed that book.
"Lucretia, can I have that book back?" Hermione asked her voice soft and dimmed. She watched as her friend stopped and began to rummage through her robes. She pulled it out quickly and handed it to her. Her hands instantly warmed as she ran her fingers across the small novel. That humming sensation caused her fingers to tingle; such power in such a small book.
"Are you coming or not?" Lucretia asked her voice razor-edge. Hermione could hear how tired the girl was so she nodded. The book could wait for another day. Hermione quickly made it up to the steps and disappeared. It had been a long night.
Tom had once wondered if the legends had been true; the forbidden love affair between the two Founders was almost lost in time. He had found Salazar's diary a few months back; such feelings of love he had for the Ravenclaw Queen, it almost sickened him. It was the first Romeo and Juliet story, only the death scene didn't exist. Salazar had been driven away, making a choice between his dislike for Muggle-borns and his first love. A choice, by his writings, had been hard to think of. From the writings, Salazar never left her side. They were soul mates in every way possible.
"Are you coming or not? a familiar voice asked making Tom close his book. The seat he was currently in was hidden behind the shadows of the fireplace; no one would have been able to see him. He took his horn-rimmed glasses off and watched as the Black handed Rosalyn a small book. Tom could immediately sense the humming sensation that radiated from the book. It held power; Tom licked his lips with want. He needed to see that back; it was just like the feeling he experienced when he dreamt about the two Founders Why was it humming though? Almost like it was calling out to him...Tom looked up and smirked. It was calling to the new girl as well. She could feel it as well. Power could be quite seductive when it needed to be. There was something about her that made Tom quite anxious.
She was familiar to him; all her actions and quirks seemed so familiar, it was going to drive him mad. Tom had searched through all his memories, trying to find Rosalyn. There was nothing. No brief image of Burr anywhere in his mind, yet why did he feel so connected to her? In the classes, as they fought over their knowledge, Tom could swear that they had done this before...fought over their knowledge, each thinking that they knew more. The rush from arguing with Rosalyn gave him such a high...Tom rolled his eyes out of desire. He liked this feeling Rosalyn gave him by her mere presence...intoxicating it was.
Rosalyn would be his, one way or another.
