A Dead Man's Eyes Don't Forgive
Disclaimer~ Well I think we know who owns the rights to this. So let's get on with the story eh?
A/N: Well now the plot is thickening. I'll probably throw in a little romantic tension to ease the stress over Snape. Well I hope you all like this chapter. ~Muah~
Hours later the common room was still buzzing with Dumbledore's news. Everyone was alarmed that a teacher could be so vulnerable. Or did he sacrifice himself? Dumbledore had not clarified that and he had snuck off too fast for anyone to voice the question. The older students were talking in small ashen-faced groups while the younger students rejoiced that their Transfiguration paper would never have to be turned in. Hermione however crawling into her bed for a much needed nap. So many thoughts were chasing each other around in her head.
She lay on her back for several minutes and rolled over onto her stomach. As she did she heard a faint rustling noise. Curious she reached under her pillow and pulled out a parchment. She unfolded it apprehensively. She gasped as she recognized the handwriting but she proceeded to read.
'Dear Hermione,
This is Harry. Um... It's kinda hard to explain. There is a book that'll show how to find us. It's in the library and it's called The Guide to Seances and Other Supernatural Experiences. It's in the Restricted Section. Take my cloak and steal it. I have a feeling you'll be needing to keep it. Ron said to tell you he loves you. Don't question the authenticity of this letter, just do as I say.
Much Love from Harry Potter and Ron Weasley'
Hermione moved without thought. She flung her trunk open and snatched out the cloak with out a thought. She shoved the cloak into her bag; she wouldn't need it just yet.
As she stumbled down stairs and through empty corridors, the no thoughts passed through her mind. None. Only a constant buzzing was present. Pausing in an alcove Hermione slipped the cloak over her head and checking that she was fully hidden she slipped in the side door of the library that she had discovered in the farthest flung corner of the main library, the corner that contained Wizard family trees and records.
The door opened without a creak. Hermione breathed with relief. On tiptoe Hermione made a pilgrimage to the door of the door of the restricted section. She heaved it open silently. With greatest caution she slipped through row after row. Wary of the fact that three possible people could be patrolling the corridors, Filch, Madame Pince or the wretched cat Mrs. Norris.
Hermione paused in the potions section to listen for anyone else around her. Hearing nothing she went forward. Finally after what had seemed like anxious hours Hermione reached the Divination section. She glanced with distaste over the palm-reading books. Slipping one more shelf down she reached the seance books. Consulting her parchment, The Guide to Seances and Other Supernatural Experiences. Bearing this in mind Hermione glanced over title over title till she stopped to wipe dust off the spine off of one rather dusty volume, then she spotted it. She leaned down and plucked it off the bottom shelf. Blowing the dust off the cover her heart raced. This was printed over three centuries previous to the year of her birth.
The skin on her arms prickled as she opened the cover to look at the crinkled and yellowed pages inside. She ran her finger down the table of contents. Her eyes flashing over title after title, each more thrilling than the last.
Suddenly remembering where she was and when she was Hermione swept off as if in a trance back to the Gryffindor common room and to her table in the corner closest to the small side fireplace. That was where she went to be alone and study. People of her house respected this.
Pulling out the parchment once more she gazed over the even measured hand. Her eyes welled with tears that she wiped away with a shaking hand. She had more important things at hand.
Nothing could distract Hermione now. Not hunger, not exhaustion, not even taunting thoughts of Draco Malfoy. She was driven with the force of regret, anger, but foremost, the energy of love.
***
Running, out of breath, no strength left. Blood mingled with the rain. Dripping down into the mud reflecting her in a pool of scarlet. There he still stood, silver man on the horizon. His heart emitting a ray of moonlight, brighter than the blood of a unicorn. Even more damning. He turned. The silver of his eye grazing Hermione. Boring a hole through her heart. She gasped look down and seeing the same silver light pouring forth from her. Like blood but with the consistency of smoke. Hermione held up her hands and watched as the same silver shot in spiderweb patterns up her arms, bringing warmth with them. Looking once more to the pool of blood Hermione gasped. Wings sprouted from her proud straight back and she was soaring away with the silver man in hot pursuit.
***
Hermione sat up her mind and heart racing. Her face was stuck to the pages of her book. Cold sweat was dripping from her face. Beads of it clung on her brow and dripped sputtering onto the hearth. Not unlike blood of a unicorn. Something beautiful slain for sadistic benefit.
"I never know what to expect these days. Everything is so poignant and in a far off way completely comprehensionless." Hermione muttered to herself in a quivering voice.
Hermione glanced to the page her book lay open to. Phantom Revealing. The pieces fit. Her eyes grazed down the page, this was advanced magic. Almost Dark Magic. But, for the right purpose...
~Sorry this chapter is so short and that it is so late. I have been grounded for the past week so I have been getting up in the middle of the night to work on this while my wretched family of Muggles had sugarplums dancing in their heads. Well I'll stop rambling now. Please review. Also special awards to two special readers, Jamie and Shelly. You have been with me from pretty much the beginning so I just wanted to tell you guys how much I appreciate you and the other kind souls that review my babbling. ~ Hayley
Disclaimer~ Well I think we know who owns the rights to this. So let's get on with the story eh?
A/N: Well now the plot is thickening. I'll probably throw in a little romantic tension to ease the stress over Snape. Well I hope you all like this chapter. ~Muah~
Hours later the common room was still buzzing with Dumbledore's news. Everyone was alarmed that a teacher could be so vulnerable. Or did he sacrifice himself? Dumbledore had not clarified that and he had snuck off too fast for anyone to voice the question. The older students were talking in small ashen-faced groups while the younger students rejoiced that their Transfiguration paper would never have to be turned in. Hermione however crawling into her bed for a much needed nap. So many thoughts were chasing each other around in her head.
She lay on her back for several minutes and rolled over onto her stomach. As she did she heard a faint rustling noise. Curious she reached under her pillow and pulled out a parchment. She unfolded it apprehensively. She gasped as she recognized the handwriting but she proceeded to read.
'Dear Hermione,
This is Harry. Um... It's kinda hard to explain. There is a book that'll show how to find us. It's in the library and it's called The Guide to Seances and Other Supernatural Experiences. It's in the Restricted Section. Take my cloak and steal it. I have a feeling you'll be needing to keep it. Ron said to tell you he loves you. Don't question the authenticity of this letter, just do as I say.
Much Love from Harry Potter and Ron Weasley'
Hermione moved without thought. She flung her trunk open and snatched out the cloak with out a thought. She shoved the cloak into her bag; she wouldn't need it just yet.
As she stumbled down stairs and through empty corridors, the no thoughts passed through her mind. None. Only a constant buzzing was present. Pausing in an alcove Hermione slipped the cloak over her head and checking that she was fully hidden she slipped in the side door of the library that she had discovered in the farthest flung corner of the main library, the corner that contained Wizard family trees and records.
The door opened without a creak. Hermione breathed with relief. On tiptoe Hermione made a pilgrimage to the door of the door of the restricted section. She heaved it open silently. With greatest caution she slipped through row after row. Wary of the fact that three possible people could be patrolling the corridors, Filch, Madame Pince or the wretched cat Mrs. Norris.
Hermione paused in the potions section to listen for anyone else around her. Hearing nothing she went forward. Finally after what had seemed like anxious hours Hermione reached the Divination section. She glanced with distaste over the palm-reading books. Slipping one more shelf down she reached the seance books. Consulting her parchment, The Guide to Seances and Other Supernatural Experiences. Bearing this in mind Hermione glanced over title over title till she stopped to wipe dust off the spine off of one rather dusty volume, then she spotted it. She leaned down and plucked it off the bottom shelf. Blowing the dust off the cover her heart raced. This was printed over three centuries previous to the year of her birth.
The skin on her arms prickled as she opened the cover to look at the crinkled and yellowed pages inside. She ran her finger down the table of contents. Her eyes flashing over title after title, each more thrilling than the last.
Suddenly remembering where she was and when she was Hermione swept off as if in a trance back to the Gryffindor common room and to her table in the corner closest to the small side fireplace. That was where she went to be alone and study. People of her house respected this.
Pulling out the parchment once more she gazed over the even measured hand. Her eyes welled with tears that she wiped away with a shaking hand. She had more important things at hand.
Nothing could distract Hermione now. Not hunger, not exhaustion, not even taunting thoughts of Draco Malfoy. She was driven with the force of regret, anger, but foremost, the energy of love.
***
Running, out of breath, no strength left. Blood mingled with the rain. Dripping down into the mud reflecting her in a pool of scarlet. There he still stood, silver man on the horizon. His heart emitting a ray of moonlight, brighter than the blood of a unicorn. Even more damning. He turned. The silver of his eye grazing Hermione. Boring a hole through her heart. She gasped look down and seeing the same silver light pouring forth from her. Like blood but with the consistency of smoke. Hermione held up her hands and watched as the same silver shot in spiderweb patterns up her arms, bringing warmth with them. Looking once more to the pool of blood Hermione gasped. Wings sprouted from her proud straight back and she was soaring away with the silver man in hot pursuit.
***
Hermione sat up her mind and heart racing. Her face was stuck to the pages of her book. Cold sweat was dripping from her face. Beads of it clung on her brow and dripped sputtering onto the hearth. Not unlike blood of a unicorn. Something beautiful slain for sadistic benefit.
"I never know what to expect these days. Everything is so poignant and in a far off way completely comprehensionless." Hermione muttered to herself in a quivering voice.
Hermione glanced to the page her book lay open to. Phantom Revealing. The pieces fit. Her eyes grazed down the page, this was advanced magic. Almost Dark Magic. But, for the right purpose...
~Sorry this chapter is so short and that it is so late. I have been grounded for the past week so I have been getting up in the middle of the night to work on this while my wretched family of Muggles had sugarplums dancing in their heads. Well I'll stop rambling now. Please review. Also special awards to two special readers, Jamie and Shelly. You have been with me from pretty much the beginning so I just wanted to tell you guys how much I appreciate you and the other kind souls that review my babbling. ~ Hayley