Title: The Next Chapter
Rating: K
Summary: Sequel to Hermione's Quest. Hermione finds new challenges as the Card Captor when strange things start happening, starting at the Burrow. Soon she finds that this is a test to get her ready to take her place as the most powerful sorcerer in the world.
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Chapter 54: Horrible Letters
The next morning Harry found Hermione at the Gryffindor table. When he sat down the mail arrived. He noticed Hermione looking up, as though she was expecting something.
"Percy won't've had time to answer yet," said Ron. "We only sent Hedwig a few days ago."
"No, it's not that," said Hermione. "I've taken out a subscription to the Daily Prophet. I'm getting sick of finding everything out from the Slytherins."
"Good thinking!" said Harry, also looking up at the owls. "Hey, Hermione, I think you're in luck-."
A gray owl was soaring down toward Hermione.
"It hasn't got a newspaper, though," she said, looking disappointed. "It's-."
But to her bewilderment, the gray owl landed in front of her, plate, closely followed by four barn owls, a brown owl, and a tawny.
"How many subscriptions did you take out?" said Harry, seizing Hermione's goblet before it was knocked over by the cluster of owls, all of whom were jostling close to her, trying to deliver their own letter first.
"What on earth-?" Hermione said, taking the letter from the gray owl, opening it, and starting to read. "Oh really!" she sputtered, going rather red.
"What's up?" said Ron.
"It's-oh how ridiculous-."
She thrust the letter at Harry, who saw that it was not handwritten, but composed from pasted letters that seemed to have been cut out of the Daily Prophet."
Your evil, you filthy sorcerer. I thought that Hogwarts was only for witches and wizards. Go back to where you belong.
"They're all like it!" said Hermione desperately, opening one letter after another. "I don't know why your even friends with Harry Potter. I thought that your lot hated people like that. Ouch"
She opened the last envelope, and a yellowish-green liquid smelling strongly of petrol gushed over her hands, which began to erupt in large yellow boils.
"Undiluted bubotuber pus!" said Ron, picking up the envelope gingerly and sniffing it.
"Ow!" said Hermione, tears starting in her eyes as she tried to rub the pus off her hands with a napkin, but her fingers were now so thickly covered in painful sores that it looked as though she were wearing a pair of thick, knobbly gloves.
"You'd better get up to the hospital wing," said Harry as the owls around Hermione took flight. "We'll tell Professor Sprout where you've gone."
She nodded, the tears turning into a flood. Suddenly her hands started to glow and Harry and Ron watched as the boils started to vanish. The glowing stopped and Hermione was stunned that her hands had healed.
"How in the world is this possible?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," Hermione said. "I need to go."
And she hurried out.
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"How is this possible, Kero?" Hermione asked, holding out her hands.
"What are you talking about?" Kero asked.
"My hands got injured and then suddenly they healed," Hermione told him. "So I'm going to ask again, how is this possible?"
"The only answer that I can give you is that your powers have grown even more," Kero answered. "That's the only way that you could have healed like that."
Hermione considered this.
"Are you alright about it?" Kero asked her.
"Yes," Hermione told him. "I'm just a little surprised, that's all."
Kero grinned at her.
"Like I told you, expect the unexpected," Kero said. "And that includes what happened today."
"I'll keep that in mind."
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