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For the next three weeks I searched every corner of the library for "Hermione Granger," unable to find anything. There was only a small section left. I included every book written about Hogwarts, including my favorite book, Hogwarts: a History. I decided to save this section for last, since I had read every book in it when I was 11 and really wanted to attend Hogwarts.
The librarian had never heard of "Hermione Granger." She (the librarian) was a woman about Uncle Harry's height, with thick brown hair, about the same color as mine, and was a little bushy. ^*hey all you people reading this, Do you see where I'm going with this?*^ She was very quiet, but that may just be a result of working in a library. When she did talk she was very nice. Sometimes I would catch her staring at me. Maybe she recognized me, after all, the Weasleys aren't very hard to recognize, whether or not they have the hair. Maybe she just wondered why I was searching the library for a random purpose. No one knew the librarian's name, not even the librarian, so they just called her Madame. People think that Voldemort put a memory charm on her. Those can only be broken by the strongest of wizards, and Albus Dumbledore, the Minister of Magic, hasn't been able to break it yet.
Dumbledore was headmaster back when my dad and Uncle Harry, and Aunt Ginny and Uncle Fred, and Uncle George, and Aunt Alicia, and Aunt Angelina, and Aunt Penelope, and Uncle Percy, and Uncle Bill, and Uncle Charlie, and Aunt Susan, and Aunt Jennifer, and you get the picture, were at Hogwarts. People say he was the best headmaster that Hogwarts ever had, but he left the job when Voldemort was defeated for good. The Ministry had finally collapsed under Cornelius Fudge's rule, and only Dumbledore could repair it.
After three weeks I finally got to the Hogwarts section. I started with Hogwarts: a History since I knew it by heart. I figured it would take the least time. When I finished reading it I turned to the list of people who had borrowed it. I hadn't thought to do this before, but as I read the last sentence I remembered the way that Dad used to wince when he would see the book, the way Uncle Harry avoided mentioning that people couldn't apparate onto Hogwarts grounds when Dad was in the room, and the fact that my Mum went to Hogwarts. There, halfway down the page, I saw the words. Hermione Granger, November 13. I sat there, staring at those words written in tiny, perfect cursive, for at least an hour. Then I took it to check out. I handed the book to the librarian, and she asked my name. "Clarissa Weasley." I thought I saw her eyes light up with recognition, but it was gone a second later. She wrote it down at the bottom of the page and wrote the date, September 23. I took the book and started up to the Gryffindor common room, opening the book to the front to look at the page with my mum's name, her handwriting, something she had written. I ran my fingers over the words as my eyes drifted down to the bottom of the page to my name, "Clarissa Weasley," written in a familiar small, neat cursive. The same small, neat cursive that I had spent the past hour staring at.
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I know I said this section would be longer, and in fact it's shorter, but I'm going to post another chapter at the same time. I just thought this was a good way to end this chapter. Yay! Cliffhanger.
I promise a dragon in the next installment, Lauren. PROMISE!!!!!!!!! I'll put Hagrid in too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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For the next three weeks I searched every corner of the library for "Hermione Granger," unable to find anything. There was only a small section left. I included every book written about Hogwarts, including my favorite book, Hogwarts: a History. I decided to save this section for last, since I had read every book in it when I was 11 and really wanted to attend Hogwarts.
The librarian had never heard of "Hermione Granger." She (the librarian) was a woman about Uncle Harry's height, with thick brown hair, about the same color as mine, and was a little bushy. ^*hey all you people reading this, Do you see where I'm going with this?*^ She was very quiet, but that may just be a result of working in a library. When she did talk she was very nice. Sometimes I would catch her staring at me. Maybe she recognized me, after all, the Weasleys aren't very hard to recognize, whether or not they have the hair. Maybe she just wondered why I was searching the library for a random purpose. No one knew the librarian's name, not even the librarian, so they just called her Madame. People think that Voldemort put a memory charm on her. Those can only be broken by the strongest of wizards, and Albus Dumbledore, the Minister of Magic, hasn't been able to break it yet.
Dumbledore was headmaster back when my dad and Uncle Harry, and Aunt Ginny and Uncle Fred, and Uncle George, and Aunt Alicia, and Aunt Angelina, and Aunt Penelope, and Uncle Percy, and Uncle Bill, and Uncle Charlie, and Aunt Susan, and Aunt Jennifer, and you get the picture, were at Hogwarts. People say he was the best headmaster that Hogwarts ever had, but he left the job when Voldemort was defeated for good. The Ministry had finally collapsed under Cornelius Fudge's rule, and only Dumbledore could repair it.
After three weeks I finally got to the Hogwarts section. I started with Hogwarts: a History since I knew it by heart. I figured it would take the least time. When I finished reading it I turned to the list of people who had borrowed it. I hadn't thought to do this before, but as I read the last sentence I remembered the way that Dad used to wince when he would see the book, the way Uncle Harry avoided mentioning that people couldn't apparate onto Hogwarts grounds when Dad was in the room, and the fact that my Mum went to Hogwarts. There, halfway down the page, I saw the words. Hermione Granger, November 13. I sat there, staring at those words written in tiny, perfect cursive, for at least an hour. Then I took it to check out. I handed the book to the librarian, and she asked my name. "Clarissa Weasley." I thought I saw her eyes light up with recognition, but it was gone a second later. She wrote it down at the bottom of the page and wrote the date, September 23. I took the book and started up to the Gryffindor common room, opening the book to the front to look at the page with my mum's name, her handwriting, something she had written. I ran my fingers over the words as my eyes drifted down to the bottom of the page to my name, "Clarissa Weasley," written in a familiar small, neat cursive. The same small, neat cursive that I had spent the past hour staring at.
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I know I said this section would be longer, and in fact it's shorter, but I'm going to post another chapter at the same time. I just thought this was a good way to end this chapter. Yay! Cliffhanger.
I promise a dragon in the next installment, Lauren. PROMISE!!!!!!!!! I'll put Hagrid in too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
