From now until Forever ... ?
(A/N : Yes , indeed , I have read Lori's books , the Paradigm of Uncertainty
, and the Show That Never Ends . I found them both to be very good . And I
got my general idea from that story , but it is going to be as unlike it as
possible , for I have a totally different idea ... In my little brain of mine .
Yes ... Totally different . For , this also centers around Hogwarts , and
Hermione's job ... not Harry's . And Voldemort ... but no more here ! You
will have to read ! Read Read Read ! I will LOVE you if you REVIEW ! That
would mean a lot ! Thanks ! Please REVIEW ! )
~*~ ~*~ SORRY IF THE FORMATTING IS ODD , AS I SAVED IT AS A .TXT. FILE !~*~
From Now Until Forever ... ?
Part 2
The Dark Mark
***
Hermione sat down at her desk, waiting for the kids to arrive. Finally, one
girl wandered in, and took her seat.
"Why , hello Annette."
"Hello Professor Granger."
"How are you doing today ?"
"Uh ..."
The girl seemed reluctant to say . Tears began forming at the corner of her
eyes .
"What is it, Miss. Inkpot ?"
"My - My - Parents..."
"What is it ? What happened ?"
The girl's lower lip began to tremble.
"My - my - parents ..."
"Yes, I understand that . WHAT HAPPENED ?"
Annette looked fearfully at her, before opening her mouth with a shuddering
breath .
"My parents disappeared last night . I don't know what happened ! And
there was some creepy skull floating over their house !"
And she got up , threw her books in her bag , and stormed out .
Hermione sat in a daze, as the other students came in . How could it be
possible ? The Dark Mark ? But Voldemort - he was killed in their seventh
year ! How could he be alive ?
***
Dumbledore was gone. He had been gone for years. But sometimes, Harry
couldn't accept that.
He couldn't be gone. But he was . He had died long ago , protecting the
students from
Voldemort. That's just the way it is , isn't it. As soon as you find a good
friend - a good family -
somebody dies. Always . Lily and James. Dead. Dumbledore. Dead. Ron.
Dead. Ginny. Dead.
Hermione, as good as dead. Everyone. That's the way it is . That's the way
things were. The way
they are. He sighed, and went back to staring out the window . He could
dimly remember what
happened at Hogwarts . For people who try to be invisible, begin to fade
away . And he was
fading . He knew that . Did he care ? Not really . He could still remember
Ron's laughter, and
Hermione's impatient , bossy voice. Hermione giving him hugs at the end of
every term , tears
spilling out of her eyes. The 2 of them, watching Harry like bodyguards ,
protecting him from the
rumors after the 3rd task . The three of them . All for one and one for all .
But in sixth year ... No
longer did the three of them run free . No longer . That's when his scar had
...
***
Hermione walked into the Headmaster's office .
"Hello Professor Dumbledore !" She said , before she even had a clear view
of who it was . It was
tradition, ever since she became a prefect .
But as she turned the corner , she saw McGonagall sitting behind the desk,
weary .
"Oh - Sorry."
"Don't worry Ms. Granger . It happens ."
"I know ..." Hermione felt tears beginning to burn at the corner of her eyes.
"Now, now , none of that."
McGonagall magicked her up a tissue , and Hermione blew her nose.
"What did you want to see Professor Dumbledore for ?"
"Well - you know the girl in my 5th year class , Ms. Inkpot ?"
"Yes ..."
'Well , she was very upset to day , and I asked her about it. She said that
her parents disappeared
over the weekend. Which hasn't happened since the days of Voldemort . As
well ... the Dark
Mark was sitting over her house."
McGonagall sighed heavily .
"I know. It was in the Daily Prophet this morning . I decided not to allow
the owls carrying them
into the school this morning , for fear of what it would cause ."
"Cause ?"
"Panic , Mayhem ... You know the kind ?"
'All too well . But the children have a right to know."
"Imagine if what happened in your seventh year happened now . Think
about it . Do you want
that for these children ? Remember ? Everyone panicking , not knowing
where to go , or what to
do ... Lead most of them right into the arms of Voldemort. If indeed , he is
back , then we are
facing yet another ... But still . It's not possible . He's dead . It is probably
just some random
death eater who felt like they hadn't done something truly horrible in a few
days now."
She chuckled bitterly .
"But still - I know what you are trying to protect them from . But - things
are different now. If
they found out now , they wouldn't go running around , trying to find a way
out ... when the
school's burning ... Death Eaters are everywhere ... Things wouldn't be like
that . Because they
all know he's dead !"
"The article proves otherwise ."
"Pardon ?"
"The article gives proof he might not be."
"What ?!"
"They recently found a book in one of the forests of Pakistan . Deep forest ,
near the Mountains .
People rarely go there . But a couple was hiking , and they found a book .
Naturally , being wizards, they brought it to the Ministry , because they didn't know what it
contained . The Dark Magic was too strong for them to even open it . Well ... the Ministry got it
open . And they found one page where the potion / charm 'recipe' had been ripped out . But the
heading was still there . It was the Draught of the Living Dead - Resurrection Potion . The
resurrection, not the potion which puts people into a sleep . This one takes someone who is dead,
and can bring them back to life. It is the most difficult , most dark magic-y ( For lack of a better
word )spell in known history. And there is no real reason why a book like that would just be ,
sitting there . In the middle of the forest. And we both know Voldemort's - ahem - fetish , with
Forests ."
Hermione remembered - the Forest in Albania , with Bertha Jorkins , the
Forbidden Forest ... with Harry ... She shuddered , and then turned to Professor McGonagall .
"No. He can't be alive."
"I never said he was , Hermione . But keep in mind that he very might well
be."
Hermione shook her head disbelievingly . It couldn't be .
"Does Harry - Does Harry know ?"
"I Do not know the answer to that question . No one has seen Hide or Hair
from him in a while .
Not even the ministry , and he works there ."
"He does ?"
"Yes - you didn't know that ?"
'No ... I didn't."
'He is a member of the Wizard Hit Squad ."
"He is ?"
"Yes ."
"But - but - I saw him last night !"
"You did ?" McGonagall nearly lept out of her seat .
"Yes . I asked him to come see me via owl . Well , he showed up near the
door of my house ... and turned around . But I didn't think it was him , at first."
"Why ? Has he changed in looks ?"
"No - well , not much . He still has the eyes and James' hair . But he had -
he had no scar . I should have remember that , but ..."
"Ah yes ... We all should have remembered that . A tribute to his ultimate
sacrifice ...."
(A/N : Yes , indeed , I have read Lori's books , the Paradigm of Uncertainty
, and the Show That Never Ends . I found them both to be very good . And I
got my general idea from that story , but it is going to be as unlike it as
possible , for I have a totally different idea ... In my little brain of mine .
Yes ... Totally different . For , this also centers around Hogwarts , and
Hermione's job ... not Harry's . And Voldemort ... but no more here ! You
will have to read ! Read Read Read ! I will LOVE you if you REVIEW ! That
would mean a lot ! Thanks ! Please REVIEW ! )
~*~ ~*~ SORRY IF THE FORMATTING IS ODD , AS I SAVED IT AS A .TXT. FILE !~*~
From Now Until Forever ... ?
Part 2
The Dark Mark
***
Hermione sat down at her desk, waiting for the kids to arrive. Finally, one
girl wandered in, and took her seat.
"Why , hello Annette."
"Hello Professor Granger."
"How are you doing today ?"
"Uh ..."
The girl seemed reluctant to say . Tears began forming at the corner of her
eyes .
"What is it, Miss. Inkpot ?"
"My - My - Parents..."
"What is it ? What happened ?"
The girl's lower lip began to tremble.
"My - my - parents ..."
"Yes, I understand that . WHAT HAPPENED ?"
Annette looked fearfully at her, before opening her mouth with a shuddering
breath .
"My parents disappeared last night . I don't know what happened ! And
there was some creepy skull floating over their house !"
And she got up , threw her books in her bag , and stormed out .
Hermione sat in a daze, as the other students came in . How could it be
possible ? The Dark Mark ? But Voldemort - he was killed in their seventh
year ! How could he be alive ?
***
Dumbledore was gone. He had been gone for years. But sometimes, Harry
couldn't accept that.
He couldn't be gone. But he was . He had died long ago , protecting the
students from
Voldemort. That's just the way it is , isn't it. As soon as you find a good
friend - a good family -
somebody dies. Always . Lily and James. Dead. Dumbledore. Dead. Ron.
Dead. Ginny. Dead.
Hermione, as good as dead. Everyone. That's the way it is . That's the way
things were. The way
they are. He sighed, and went back to staring out the window . He could
dimly remember what
happened at Hogwarts . For people who try to be invisible, begin to fade
away . And he was
fading . He knew that . Did he care ? Not really . He could still remember
Ron's laughter, and
Hermione's impatient , bossy voice. Hermione giving him hugs at the end of
every term , tears
spilling out of her eyes. The 2 of them, watching Harry like bodyguards ,
protecting him from the
rumors after the 3rd task . The three of them . All for one and one for all .
But in sixth year ... No
longer did the three of them run free . No longer . That's when his scar had
...
***
Hermione walked into the Headmaster's office .
"Hello Professor Dumbledore !" She said , before she even had a clear view
of who it was . It was
tradition, ever since she became a prefect .
But as she turned the corner , she saw McGonagall sitting behind the desk,
weary .
"Oh - Sorry."
"Don't worry Ms. Granger . It happens ."
"I know ..." Hermione felt tears beginning to burn at the corner of her eyes.
"Now, now , none of that."
McGonagall magicked her up a tissue , and Hermione blew her nose.
"What did you want to see Professor Dumbledore for ?"
"Well - you know the girl in my 5th year class , Ms. Inkpot ?"
"Yes ..."
'Well , she was very upset to day , and I asked her about it. She said that
her parents disappeared
over the weekend. Which hasn't happened since the days of Voldemort . As
well ... the Dark
Mark was sitting over her house."
McGonagall sighed heavily .
"I know. It was in the Daily Prophet this morning . I decided not to allow
the owls carrying them
into the school this morning , for fear of what it would cause ."
"Cause ?"
"Panic , Mayhem ... You know the kind ?"
'All too well . But the children have a right to know."
"Imagine if what happened in your seventh year happened now . Think
about it . Do you want
that for these children ? Remember ? Everyone panicking , not knowing
where to go , or what to
do ... Lead most of them right into the arms of Voldemort. If indeed , he is
back , then we are
facing yet another ... But still . It's not possible . He's dead . It is probably
just some random
death eater who felt like they hadn't done something truly horrible in a few
days now."
She chuckled bitterly .
"But still - I know what you are trying to protect them from . But - things
are different now. If
they found out now , they wouldn't go running around , trying to find a way
out ... when the
school's burning ... Death Eaters are everywhere ... Things wouldn't be like
that . Because they
all know he's dead !"
"The article proves otherwise ."
"Pardon ?"
"The article gives proof he might not be."
"What ?!"
"They recently found a book in one of the forests of Pakistan . Deep forest ,
near the Mountains .
People rarely go there . But a couple was hiking , and they found a book .
Naturally , being wizards, they brought it to the Ministry , because they didn't know what it
contained . The Dark Magic was too strong for them to even open it . Well ... the Ministry got it
open . And they found one page where the potion / charm 'recipe' had been ripped out . But the
heading was still there . It was the Draught of the Living Dead - Resurrection Potion . The
resurrection, not the potion which puts people into a sleep . This one takes someone who is dead,
and can bring them back to life. It is the most difficult , most dark magic-y ( For lack of a better
word )spell in known history. And there is no real reason why a book like that would just be ,
sitting there . In the middle of the forest. And we both know Voldemort's - ahem - fetish , with
Forests ."
Hermione remembered - the Forest in Albania , with Bertha Jorkins , the
Forbidden Forest ... with Harry ... She shuddered , and then turned to Professor McGonagall .
"No. He can't be alive."
"I never said he was , Hermione . But keep in mind that he very might well
be."
Hermione shook her head disbelievingly . It couldn't be .
"Does Harry - Does Harry know ?"
"I Do not know the answer to that question . No one has seen Hide or Hair
from him in a while .
Not even the ministry , and he works there ."
"He does ?"
"Yes - you didn't know that ?"
'No ... I didn't."
'He is a member of the Wizard Hit Squad ."
"He is ?"
"Yes ."
"But - but - I saw him last night !"
"You did ?" McGonagall nearly lept out of her seat .
"Yes . I asked him to come see me via owl . Well , he showed up near the
door of my house ... and turned around . But I didn't think it was him , at first."
"Why ? Has he changed in looks ?"
"No - well , not much . He still has the eyes and James' hair . But he had -
he had no scar . I should have remember that , but ..."
"Ah yes ... We all should have remembered that . A tribute to his ultimate
sacrifice ...."