Of Books and Libraries
Ch. 5
By DappleRose
A/N: Yup, that's right! We're here again!
Readers: Thanks for reading. Special thanks to WhiteLily, whom I can't help thinking I've met before.
Jo: Hmmm…Oliver Wood is real cheery person, isn't he? We'd better watch out, or we'll have some G.R.O.W.L.-ers on our backs. (
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The wind blew her hair across her face as she trekked up the hill to Hogwarts. Hermione was tense as she started to reach her old school, her home for so many years. She'd always had faith in the sanity of Hogwarts.
It was like the eye in the middle of the storm. Now, for the first time, she was worried. Worried that maybe…just maybe… the Library didn't have what she was looking for. Was it even possible to help Ron? Maybe Oliver was right, and there really was no hope.
'No!' she told herself, 'That sort of thinking won't help Ron.'
Without realizing it, she had reached the threshold of Hogwarts. Tentatively, she opened the front doors and peeked inside. Hogwarts really hadn't changed since she'd been there. For some unexplainable reason, she had to gather all of her courage just to enter into her alma matre.
Passing students looked at her quizzically when she padded into the Library. The sense of the Library overwhelmed her instantly. This was where she'd spent hours each day, researching and doing assignments, The smell of dusty books, quill ink, and burning lamps brought back many fond memories.
Madame Pince greeted her and was curious as to what she was doing in the Library. Hermione quickly outlined her problem to one of her old role models. Madame Pince nodded in understanding and motioned her to the Restricted Section.
With deft fingers, she pulled out about twenty large, dusty tomes. Then, she clipped to the next row and extracted more… and more… and more. Eventually, Hermione had enough books to make even her head spin. Madame Pince smiled almost maliciously at her, handed her a few more scrolls of parchment to add to the ones Hermione already had, and bade her 'good luck'.
Soon, she was all alone with only stacks upon stacks of books to accompany her. Hermione set to work, determined. She had days of work ahead of her, but she would find a cure. She had to.
Ch. 5
By DappleRose
A/N: Yup, that's right! We're here again!
Readers: Thanks for reading. Special thanks to WhiteLily, whom I can't help thinking I've met before.
Jo: Hmmm…Oliver Wood is real cheery person, isn't he? We'd better watch out, or we'll have some G.R.O.W.L.-ers on our backs. (
*
The wind blew her hair across her face as she trekked up the hill to Hogwarts. Hermione was tense as she started to reach her old school, her home for so many years. She'd always had faith in the sanity of Hogwarts.
It was like the eye in the middle of the storm. Now, for the first time, she was worried. Worried that maybe…just maybe… the Library didn't have what she was looking for. Was it even possible to help Ron? Maybe Oliver was right, and there really was no hope.
'No!' she told herself, 'That sort of thinking won't help Ron.'
Without realizing it, she had reached the threshold of Hogwarts. Tentatively, she opened the front doors and peeked inside. Hogwarts really hadn't changed since she'd been there. For some unexplainable reason, she had to gather all of her courage just to enter into her alma matre.
Passing students looked at her quizzically when she padded into the Library. The sense of the Library overwhelmed her instantly. This was where she'd spent hours each day, researching and doing assignments, The smell of dusty books, quill ink, and burning lamps brought back many fond memories.
Madame Pince greeted her and was curious as to what she was doing in the Library. Hermione quickly outlined her problem to one of her old role models. Madame Pince nodded in understanding and motioned her to the Restricted Section.
With deft fingers, she pulled out about twenty large, dusty tomes. Then, she clipped to the next row and extracted more… and more… and more. Eventually, Hermione had enough books to make even her head spin. Madame Pince smiled almost maliciously at her, handed her a few more scrolls of parchment to add to the ones Hermione already had, and bade her 'good luck'.
Soon, she was all alone with only stacks upon stacks of books to accompany her. Hermione set to work, determined. She had days of work ahead of her, but she would find a cure. She had to.