Hermione sat in front of the fire in the common room. Only a few
students were still up. Ron and Harry were already asleep. She was really
confused. The letters in that book were really small and difficult. Without
noticing it, she almost read the whole thing and could remember every word
in it.
Maybe it was a spell someone cast on her, but she couldn't think why someone would do that. She was the smartest girl in her class, so why couldn't she answer the questions she asked herself for the last hour?
Maybe if she would get some sleep, she would figure it out tomorrow. She would go to the library and do some research. All she needed now was sleep.
Hermione walked up the stairs and into her dormitory. She changer into her pyjamas and stepped into her bed. Then she heard something weird. It was a voice that sounded like it came from a tiny person. She couldn't hear the words clearly, or where it came from, so she fell in a restless sleep.
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The next day she still didn't figure out what happened the other day. After doing her homework, she looked up some books, but she couldn't find anything. She did find something about voices you could hear at night, but she was sure that that wasn't happening to her. Those things were all about summoning bad spirits who haunted you until your death and Hermione had not summoned spirits.
Hermione decided not to tell anything to Harry and Ron, because they would probably be really worried about her. They were like her big brothers who would protect her of anything, but this she could handle herself… she hoped she could.
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Hermione was glad she didn't have any problems for the following week, but it was still bothering her. At night, she sometimes could hear that little voice again. She didn't know what it was and it was scaring her a bit, but she always knew this world was very different than her old one and she was really used to it now. If a muggle heard all of those voices, they would be really scared.
Luckily, when she stepped in her bed, she fell asleep immediately, so she wasn't that scared. She was really tired of all the studying. At the end of this year, she would have the OWL's and Hermione wanted to get as much as possible.
On Friday night, when she was reading that old spell book that Harry bought for her birthday again, it happened. It was already late, but Hermione wanted to read for a while. Every time she started a new page, she wanted to read further. 'Only one other page,' she told herself every time.
Hermione read the last spell in the book. It had been thousand pages thick. Hermione yawned and looked at the common room. She had been really concentrating on her book, so she didn't notice the other students there. Her jaw dropped when she saw a couple of students coming out of their dormitories and heading for breakfast. It was morning! It happened again!
This had to stop. With the book still in her hand, she walked out of the common room, heading to Professor Dumbledore. She had never been in Professor Dumbledore's office, but she had the password anyway, because she was a prefect.
She said the password to the stone gargoyle and it moved away. She stepped on the stairs, that took her up to Professor Dumbledore's office.
Hermione knocked on the door, waiting for the Headmaster to answer.
"Come in," said Albus Dumbledore's voice.
Hermione opened the door and looked into the office she never saw before. Professor Dumbledore sat behind his desk, smiling at her. Hermione looked at the blond boy sitting in the chair. Draco Malfoy looked at her with surprise, but that look in his eyes was immediately taken over by the same look of hate as always.
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Thank you everybody for reviewing! This chapter is a bit short. I'll try to make the next one longer.
A/N A-chan: In an interview with J.K. Rowling, she said that Hermione's birthday was on September 19th. I could be wrong of course. Thanks for reviewing!
I know it might be a little boring now, but I hope it will be more interesting later (you know, now Draco comes in the picture).
Maybe it was a spell someone cast on her, but she couldn't think why someone would do that. She was the smartest girl in her class, so why couldn't she answer the questions she asked herself for the last hour?
Maybe if she would get some sleep, she would figure it out tomorrow. She would go to the library and do some research. All she needed now was sleep.
Hermione walked up the stairs and into her dormitory. She changer into her pyjamas and stepped into her bed. Then she heard something weird. It was a voice that sounded like it came from a tiny person. She couldn't hear the words clearly, or where it came from, so she fell in a restless sleep.
~*~*~
The next day she still didn't figure out what happened the other day. After doing her homework, she looked up some books, but she couldn't find anything. She did find something about voices you could hear at night, but she was sure that that wasn't happening to her. Those things were all about summoning bad spirits who haunted you until your death and Hermione had not summoned spirits.
Hermione decided not to tell anything to Harry and Ron, because they would probably be really worried about her. They were like her big brothers who would protect her of anything, but this she could handle herself… she hoped she could.
~*~*~
Hermione was glad she didn't have any problems for the following week, but it was still bothering her. At night, she sometimes could hear that little voice again. She didn't know what it was and it was scaring her a bit, but she always knew this world was very different than her old one and she was really used to it now. If a muggle heard all of those voices, they would be really scared.
Luckily, when she stepped in her bed, she fell asleep immediately, so she wasn't that scared. She was really tired of all the studying. At the end of this year, she would have the OWL's and Hermione wanted to get as much as possible.
On Friday night, when she was reading that old spell book that Harry bought for her birthday again, it happened. It was already late, but Hermione wanted to read for a while. Every time she started a new page, she wanted to read further. 'Only one other page,' she told herself every time.
Hermione read the last spell in the book. It had been thousand pages thick. Hermione yawned and looked at the common room. She had been really concentrating on her book, so she didn't notice the other students there. Her jaw dropped when she saw a couple of students coming out of their dormitories and heading for breakfast. It was morning! It happened again!
This had to stop. With the book still in her hand, she walked out of the common room, heading to Professor Dumbledore. She had never been in Professor Dumbledore's office, but she had the password anyway, because she was a prefect.
She said the password to the stone gargoyle and it moved away. She stepped on the stairs, that took her up to Professor Dumbledore's office.
Hermione knocked on the door, waiting for the Headmaster to answer.
"Come in," said Albus Dumbledore's voice.
Hermione opened the door and looked into the office she never saw before. Professor Dumbledore sat behind his desk, smiling at her. Hermione looked at the blond boy sitting in the chair. Draco Malfoy looked at her with surprise, but that look in his eyes was immediately taken over by the same look of hate as always.
~*~*~
Thank you everybody for reviewing! This chapter is a bit short. I'll try to make the next one longer.
A/N A-chan: In an interview with J.K. Rowling, she said that Hermione's birthday was on September 19th. I could be wrong of course. Thanks for reviewing!
I know it might be a little boring now, but I hope it will be more interesting later (you know, now Draco comes in the picture).