Chapter 7 Red Waves and Secrets of the Wind

Blaise woke up and feeling Harvey close to her, she smiled. She snuggled closer to the guy she fancied and her hands traveled. She touched his chest and sides. She lowered her hands and to his butt when she felt something wet.

'Did he pea?' she suddenly jumped out of the bed and stared at Harvey.

She saw blood on the sheets. "No…he's bleeding!" she shouted. In came Pansy with a shocked face.

Their startled voices woke Hermione and stare at them.

"Harvey! Are you ok? You're bleeding!" Hermione looked down to see blood on the sheets.

"Shit." She cursed. "I need to go to McGonagall."

Suddenly, she ran fast out of the room and headed for McGonagall's office. She happen to bump into Harry and Ron who stared at her.

"What the hell?" Ron cussed but Hermione kept going.

She reached her destination and panted heavily. McGonagall upon seeing her was shocked.

"Mr. Wilson?" she said.

"Professor. It's…you know…monthly visit." she blushed.

McGonagall's eyes widened and rushed to her.

"Go change." She handed her something soft that she recognized as a tampon.

Hermione rushed to the bathroom and started to change.

"Do you think he's ok?" Blaise said worriedly.

"Sure he will be." Pansy reassured.

The door to the boys' dormitory opened and out came Draco Malfoy.

"What's going on?" he said as he plopped himself on the seat near the fireplace, which lately he found out that it was his favorite.

"We think Harvey's hurt." Blaise said.

"He was bleeding." Pansy explained.

"Really?" Draco said, wide eyes.

Then on cue, "Harvey" went inside the common room. "Hey." She said casually.

"Are you okay?" Blaise said, coming toward her.

"Yeah. Just a little bruise." She laughed as if it was nothing.

"Merlin you worried me!" Blaise threw her arms around her.

The two both walked near their friends and sat.

"Well you think you'd be ok? We have lessons today if you can recall." Draco said.

"Sure." Hermione smiled at them.

She noticed though, the look on Pansy's face. Doubt was written all over it. She didn't know why but she had a feeling that Pansy "somehow" knew. She turned away and glanced at the fire.

"Go get your broom then." Draco said.

"What? Now?" Hermione said, surprised at the information.

"Yeah." He rolled his eyes.

"Can't we do it at night. You don't want people seeing right?"

Draco thought of it for a moment and nodded. "Ok." He said.

"Come on, let's eat." Blaise said.

The three of them went ahead with Pansy trailing behind. She still had doubts about "Harvey" and she sure would do anything to find out.

During the day the four of them spent time talking in the common room and occasionally, Hermione not included, terrorized some people for image. Hermione realized by then that image was important to them. It was what made them look superior. Sure, they weren't really the evil type that would gladly kill someone, just the bad type who enjoys teasing someone and making their lives like hell. Wait is there any difference?

The day passed quickly and it was 7 pm already. Draco and Hermione bid their goodbyes to Pansy and Blaise and left for their first lesson. Despite the bonding they had that day, Pansy couldn't help but still doubt about their friend. She planned on telling Draco or Blaise but she decided to confirm everything first before taking drastic steps.

Hermione felt the chilly breeze of the night Even if it was still mid October, the air that passed her cooled her face. She glanced at the dark fields and stared at the beauty of the grounds at night It was very peaceful and she felt like the winds were whispering secrets to her. She then remembered what she and her mother used to do when she was young. The memory brought pain to Hermione's heart.

"Mi, let me tell you a little secret." Hermione's mother said, using her nickname as she held her daughter in her arms outside their house.

"What is it mom?" Hermione was still 6 years old when that happened. She was small and still believed about things grown ups made up.

"You feel the wind that is passing?" she asked, it was December and the wind was cold but with her mother's arms around her, she felt warm.

"Yes?" she said, her big brown eyes stared at her mother with curiosity.

"Well, if you tell it a secret, it will take it up to the heavens, and your secret will always be safe. You can also wish so that when it goes to heaven, God will listen and make it come true." Her mother said.

"Really?" she said excitedly. "Can I try it?" she said.

Her mother nodded and stared at her daughter lovingly. Hermione covered her mouth, as if really whispering a secret and then smiled.

"What did you say?" her mother said.

"It's a secret mom!" she said.

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The sixteen-year-old Hermione walked inside the halls of her parents. She called out so many times and yet they didn't reply. She got worried that she began to run.

She opened the door to their backyard only to be greeted by an awful sight. Her parents' body lay lifelessly on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding it. Hermione closed her eyes wishing it was a dream but it didn't go away like it supposed to be. She rushed next to her father, checking for a pulse but there was none.

She knelt next to her mother, desperately wishing for her to be alive, at least one sign of breathing, but her heart gave a loud cry when no air came

She cried and rain poured down. Their bodies were soaked and she noticed the people from the order came bustling in the backyard. She stared up the sky and cried louder. Tonks hugged her but she never calmed down.

'Why? Why them? I thought the wind would bring my wish to you? Why didn't you keep them safe? Why? Tell me why?' she thought.

Her knees grew weak and she felt the people from the order trying to say comforting words but she heard nothing. People around her looked with pity, some cried, one of them was McGonagall.

Hermione got out of her trance upon hearing Malfoy shout.

"Hey Harvey, I said mount the broom." He called out.

Hermione felt her cheeks wet and instantly wiped the tears that fell. She followed Draco's lead and mounted it. The wind blew past her once more and she frowned.

'I'm desperate. I need to tell someone a secret.' Hermione thought and whispered in a very small voice her pleas.

"I'm no Harvey Wilson. I'm Hermione Granger. I killed the old me because I wanted a new life. I lied to my friends and made them believe that I'm dead. I lied to everyone and even to my new friends. I don't deserve anyone when all I do is lie. The biggest and most painful secret that I have is that…" she thought twice for a second.

Malfoy was flying doing loops and playing with the quaffle. She looked sadly at him and whispered her last secret.

"I think that I'm in love with my arch nemesis. Don't tell anyone."