Well, hello to all of those sane (and not so sane) people out there!
God, I'm feeling tired. Must be the stress of theatre arts. I swear, every lesson someone almost gets killed (the boys like chucking chairs, turning the lights off then switching on the fire bell, etc). And music arts! Ha! Dancing conga lines on the tables! Great, just what I need on a Friday night after doing an extension exam paper! I'll stop moaning on to you now. Make me feel better by reviewing.
OK, on with the story!
Should it be H/H??????
Disclaimer: I don't own most characters…blah blah blah…belongs to J.K.Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Brothers, etc etc. Not even the sodding necklace belongs to me (check HP & the chamber of secrets, chapter four. I'm surprised no one's twigged yet!!!).
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Hermione woke the next day in the hospital wing. Her eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, and she gave a gasp when she realised that she had over- slept by about four hours. She turned on her side, went to swing her legs over the side of the bed and…
"Good afternoon, Miss Granger."
Hermione was staring up into the bright blue eyes of the Hogwarts headmaster.
"You needn't worry about lessons. My dear girl, you've had quite a night."
Hermione gave another small gasp as the events that had brought her to the infirmitary came flooding back. At that point she noticed that she was wearing a large white bandage around her head.
"Please Sir, how did I get here?"
"Mr Potter and Mr Weasley brought you down." Dumbledore replied. "They will be relived to see you are awake. I don't mind telling you just how worried you had everyone."
"What's happened to my head?"
"You cracked it on a wall. No more questions now." Dumbledore looked uncharacteristically serious.
"I want you to look after something. It holds certain sentimental value for me."
Dumbledore handed a small, blue, velvet covered box to Hermione. She took it and opened it.
Nested among a red velvet cloth, contrasting starkly with the blue, was a bright gold torc. In the centre, where the band of metal was thickest, was a heart shaped onyx, surrounded by elaborate engraving. And when Hermione looked closely, she could see runes. She traced them with a finger.
"I ne can ne I ne mai tellen alle the wunder ne alle the pines that he did wrecce men on his land and that lasted xix intre wile…" She trailed off. "It's in Old English."
Dumbledore smiled. "Right you are." He took the bracelet, and slipped it on her wrist. "I must be going now. Eat some lunch, and rest your head. If it is possible then no reading but…" He paused, eyes twinkling once more. "You are Hermione Granger. It just might not be possible." And with that he swept out, just as Madame Pomfrey came bustling in with a tray of food and a clean dressing for Hermione's head.
"Ah, Miss Granger, I see you are awake."
Hermione sat, twisting the torc round and round her wrist. The runes went all the way around, and she could read what English letters they were supposed to be, but not the meaning of the words. She tried slipping it off, but it was a little tight, and Hermione's hands were a little shaky from the events of the previous night. She'd get it off later. Hermione lay down. She didn't feel like eating just yet. Her eyes fell on the big book that she had been reading the night before, lying on the bedside table. Someone must have brought it down.
Her head ached, but she didn't have anything better to do, so she lugged the heavy book into her lap, and turned the musty cover. For a while, she absorbed herself in the heavy parchment pages of the book, soaking up the information.
"Right," she murmured to herself. "The Mirkit Sceptre, I know. The star of Arcarasor" She briefly scanned the page. "Know that. Hey." Hermione just spotted a jagged edge to the paper. She pulled it out. Examining it, Hermione saw that it was a piece of the ripped out page that she hadn't been able to find previously. Someone had scribbled over the writing. Disappointed, Hermione flipped it over. And her heart began to pound.
There, staring up at her was a black and white moving picture. A silver and opal necklace, with a tiny dragon pendent. The dragon had an emerald eye and tiny pearl fangs.
Either it was an elaborate forgery, or she was wearing a piece of history around her throat.
There was a caption underneath. Hermione strained her eyes to see.
'The Dragonia Pendent, which is thought to be closely linked with the le…'
The page was torn off from there on. Hermione sat back in bed and wondered. Strongly linked with what? Mary, Queen of Scots? That's what the man in the shop had reckoned, after all.
It was that point at which Hermione's eyes started to blur. The book slipped in and out of focus, and she gave an audible gasp. Something white flicked in and out of her vision, and then a black streak rushed by her eyes, to collide with the white.
"What? What is it Granger?"
Madame Pomfrey came bustling over. The problem was, Hermione could see two of them. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the image.
Meanwhile, Madame Pomfrey was scolding her.
"Not eaten your lunch! You need strength! Maybe I should force feed you. And READING! Your head is delicate. And with that tiny print. Didn't Dumbledore tell you no reading?" She cried despairingly. "What, girl? What's wrong?"
Hermione moaned, rubbing her temples.
"Which one of you am I supposed to be looking at?" She asked. "And what is all that light?"
The nurse clucked her tongue, in a bustling fashion.
"Double vision! Your own fault probably." And despite Hermione's protests, Madame Pomfrey bandaged her eyes.
"There," she said, viewing her handiwork with satisfaction. She didn't seem to notice that Hermione's expression resembled that of a blindfolded warrior princess.
"Now try to rest."
Hermione was quite drowsy. She settled back among the pillows, and settled down for sleep.
*The night was shrouded in fog. Stars twinkled through the gloom like the eyes of angels. The moonlight made the coats of amour glint lethally, and cast sinister shadows across the marble floor. Hermione could see herself standing in the middle of the topmost room of the astronomy tower. The dress she was wearing looked nothing like anything she owned. It was long white silk, which trailed a meter behind her. A wedding dress? Hermione looked down for the bouquet, which the other Hermione would inevitably be holding. A small cry escaped her lips. The wedding Hermione was holding, instead of flowers, a dagger. Terribly sharp, beautifully intricate, totally horrifying. For a moment, the bride Hermione's eyes shone like angels eyes, the stars. The observing Hermione saw the glint of the necklace. She also noticed the gold torc on the bride's wrist. The bride was looking down at it for a second, wistfully. But then she tore her gaze away and started determinedly for the little balcony. The wedding Hermione stood staring out, her sweeping look taking in the Hogwarts grounds, the lake, and the castle. She exhaled, and looked down at herself, reviewed her life, decided it was worthless and plunged the dagger into her heart. Her body fell lifelessly over the metal balcony, down, down and with a small splash, into the lake. The watching Hermione, rooted to the spot could do nothing but scream. *
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Harry and Ron had hurried down to the hospital wing as soon as Snape had let them go (ten minutes late, as Neville had accidentally gotten them into trouble, and Snape had made them mop up any remaining traces of burning potion that had been spilt.).
Now they were standing outside the door, arguing with Madame Pomfrey. She was reluctant to let them in.
"She's asleep. Beside, she has slight amnesia, a bad migraine, double vision and a large wound to her head. She is in no fit state for visitors."
"Well, let us sit with her until she wakes up then!"
"She couldn't see you if she wanted to. Her eyes are bandaged."
"Well, we can talk to her then."
"I told you already Potter, Weasley, she has a headache."
"But…"
A piercing scream, mutated, traumatised ripped through the corridor. Harry and Ron didn't wait for Madame Pomfrey's consent. They ducked round her and pushed open the doors, running to Hermione.
She was twisting and writhing, evidentially in agony. Her back was arched and her hands were tearing at the bandage at her eyes. The boys looked at her helplessly, just for a second. Harry grasped at the pin that did up the blindfolding bandage, fumbling in his haste to put his friend out of her absolute misery. Ron grasped her wrist, and gave it a friendly squeeze, trying to calm her down.
With a last wind, the covering fell from Hermione's eyes. For a moment she stared wildly upwards, but seeing her two best friends seemed to calm her down.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she choked.
"Shhhhhh!" soothed Ron.
"What happened?" asked Harry, concerned.
"It was horrible! Horrible, horrid!" Hermione gasped.
"Tell us about it," said Ron.
So Hermione did tell them about it, the nasty dream. When she was finished they all sat in silence.
But their silence didn't even start to compare to the total shocked quiet of Madame Pomfrey.
For in that moment when the trio were all touching, she had seen the unbelievable.
She had to go and see Dumbledore.
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Ha ha! Sorry if you didn't want a cliffy, but they are my trade. Can't help it. Profound apologies.
Also I have to apologise for not updating it sooner, but exams and faltering Internet connections are to blame for this.
Ahem. Any who, some thanks is due here.
Mir-Kitty: Right, this is not only for your benefit, but also for the benefit of several others who said the same thing. I ended the chapter there because it keeps you lot (hopefully!) interested. Like soap operas, they end on a cliffy so that you tune in for the next episode. So I put cliffies in to make sure you people read on! Thanks once more for reviewing, you totally rock!
Glitterjacket: You think right! Thanks for saying it's a good story, 'cause it's comments like that which keep me writing! Do you WANT it to be H/H? I wasn't originally putting any ship in but if enough people want some, it will be H/H. (Yes! I AM a H/H shipper!)
Duckies: I know, I really have to find a big way to make it up to Hermione, especially after this chapter. The whole nine yards is a movie about…(yawns audibly.) Can't be bothered to explain, go rent the movie! And no, not getting it doesn't make you thick at all. Thanks for reviewing!
Amy: Um, hope you enjoyed your holiday. If I have driven you mad, you won't sue me will you? I'm a bit skint. Thanks for your positive comments; I'm trying to get this chapter done fast so you won't go too insane.
Hermioneharry4ever: You may be uncovering more of the plot than you think! And even Harry thinks she's a bit insane 'cause at this point in time, he doesn't know she has the necklace. The fact that his scar hurt at the same time as he heard laughing may make him think its Voldermort laughing. Damm, why is it that whenever I answer a question of yours, I end up divulging half the plot? You got the first two parts of your guess right, but the end has a bit of a twist. (Damm, just revealed even more..!) Anywayz, thanks for reviewing! You make my day!
Brittany: Short and Sweet, but it sure put one huge smile on my face, I tell you! Thank you for your words of encouragement! (And maybe expect a surprise in later chapters!)
Pestruska DYIT: And as I progress with my story, I also get a look at some intriguing user-names.
Sod persuasive writing techniques, if any review has encouraged me it would have to be this one! So, here's more for you!
hannah: Even though your review ends with 'ARGG HATE' the fact that you didn't want me to stop there will be taken as a compliment. Thanks! I can't guarantee that this chapter won't be a cliffy though! Sorry!
ashkickerchic: Don't care what you think, the name rocks! You don't have to wait long to find out about the curse, but the necklace will take a bit longer. (Well, the whole truth about it anyway!!!) Thanks again!
Starship Gazer: I know you didn't say that, I was talking about your review, where you said I was talented. Maybe this is Voldie's doing. Maybe. Just maybe… Thanks ever so! And thanks to your sister too! Can I ask where starship gazer came from? It's cool.
Lex: who is Zack?????? Anyway, cheers for reviewing!
Butterbeerfly: awww, I'm privileged! You know, I love it when people like you review, cause you're so nice! :o)
If I've missed anyone out, then it's because of my dodgy Internet. It's not working at the moment. Sorry, I'll include you next time!
God, I'll have to really finish this quickly now. I'm working on a sequel and it is going to be a good plot. In fact, I'm really excited about it and it's actually helping me to write this! It's post Hogwarts, and…
OK, I won't give anything away!
~*Angelifire*~
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God, I'm feeling tired. Must be the stress of theatre arts. I swear, every lesson someone almost gets killed (the boys like chucking chairs, turning the lights off then switching on the fire bell, etc). And music arts! Ha! Dancing conga lines on the tables! Great, just what I need on a Friday night after doing an extension exam paper! I'll stop moaning on to you now. Make me feel better by reviewing.
OK, on with the story!
Should it be H/H??????
Disclaimer: I don't own most characters…blah blah blah…belongs to J.K.Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Brothers, etc etc. Not even the sodding necklace belongs to me (check HP & the chamber of secrets, chapter four. I'm surprised no one's twigged yet!!!).
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Hermione woke the next day in the hospital wing. Her eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, and she gave a gasp when she realised that she had over- slept by about four hours. She turned on her side, went to swing her legs over the side of the bed and…
"Good afternoon, Miss Granger."
Hermione was staring up into the bright blue eyes of the Hogwarts headmaster.
"You needn't worry about lessons. My dear girl, you've had quite a night."
Hermione gave another small gasp as the events that had brought her to the infirmitary came flooding back. At that point she noticed that she was wearing a large white bandage around her head.
"Please Sir, how did I get here?"
"Mr Potter and Mr Weasley brought you down." Dumbledore replied. "They will be relived to see you are awake. I don't mind telling you just how worried you had everyone."
"What's happened to my head?"
"You cracked it on a wall. No more questions now." Dumbledore looked uncharacteristically serious.
"I want you to look after something. It holds certain sentimental value for me."
Dumbledore handed a small, blue, velvet covered box to Hermione. She took it and opened it.
Nested among a red velvet cloth, contrasting starkly with the blue, was a bright gold torc. In the centre, where the band of metal was thickest, was a heart shaped onyx, surrounded by elaborate engraving. And when Hermione looked closely, she could see runes. She traced them with a finger.
"I ne can ne I ne mai tellen alle the wunder ne alle the pines that he did wrecce men on his land and that lasted xix intre wile…" She trailed off. "It's in Old English."
Dumbledore smiled. "Right you are." He took the bracelet, and slipped it on her wrist. "I must be going now. Eat some lunch, and rest your head. If it is possible then no reading but…" He paused, eyes twinkling once more. "You are Hermione Granger. It just might not be possible." And with that he swept out, just as Madame Pomfrey came bustling in with a tray of food and a clean dressing for Hermione's head.
"Ah, Miss Granger, I see you are awake."
Hermione sat, twisting the torc round and round her wrist. The runes went all the way around, and she could read what English letters they were supposed to be, but not the meaning of the words. She tried slipping it off, but it was a little tight, and Hermione's hands were a little shaky from the events of the previous night. She'd get it off later. Hermione lay down. She didn't feel like eating just yet. Her eyes fell on the big book that she had been reading the night before, lying on the bedside table. Someone must have brought it down.
Her head ached, but she didn't have anything better to do, so she lugged the heavy book into her lap, and turned the musty cover. For a while, she absorbed herself in the heavy parchment pages of the book, soaking up the information.
"Right," she murmured to herself. "The Mirkit Sceptre, I know. The star of Arcarasor" She briefly scanned the page. "Know that. Hey." Hermione just spotted a jagged edge to the paper. She pulled it out. Examining it, Hermione saw that it was a piece of the ripped out page that she hadn't been able to find previously. Someone had scribbled over the writing. Disappointed, Hermione flipped it over. And her heart began to pound.
There, staring up at her was a black and white moving picture. A silver and opal necklace, with a tiny dragon pendent. The dragon had an emerald eye and tiny pearl fangs.
Either it was an elaborate forgery, or she was wearing a piece of history around her throat.
There was a caption underneath. Hermione strained her eyes to see.
'The Dragonia Pendent, which is thought to be closely linked with the le…'
The page was torn off from there on. Hermione sat back in bed and wondered. Strongly linked with what? Mary, Queen of Scots? That's what the man in the shop had reckoned, after all.
It was that point at which Hermione's eyes started to blur. The book slipped in and out of focus, and she gave an audible gasp. Something white flicked in and out of her vision, and then a black streak rushed by her eyes, to collide with the white.
"What? What is it Granger?"
Madame Pomfrey came bustling over. The problem was, Hermione could see two of them. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the image.
Meanwhile, Madame Pomfrey was scolding her.
"Not eaten your lunch! You need strength! Maybe I should force feed you. And READING! Your head is delicate. And with that tiny print. Didn't Dumbledore tell you no reading?" She cried despairingly. "What, girl? What's wrong?"
Hermione moaned, rubbing her temples.
"Which one of you am I supposed to be looking at?" She asked. "And what is all that light?"
The nurse clucked her tongue, in a bustling fashion.
"Double vision! Your own fault probably." And despite Hermione's protests, Madame Pomfrey bandaged her eyes.
"There," she said, viewing her handiwork with satisfaction. She didn't seem to notice that Hermione's expression resembled that of a blindfolded warrior princess.
"Now try to rest."
Hermione was quite drowsy. She settled back among the pillows, and settled down for sleep.
*The night was shrouded in fog. Stars twinkled through the gloom like the eyes of angels. The moonlight made the coats of amour glint lethally, and cast sinister shadows across the marble floor. Hermione could see herself standing in the middle of the topmost room of the astronomy tower. The dress she was wearing looked nothing like anything she owned. It was long white silk, which trailed a meter behind her. A wedding dress? Hermione looked down for the bouquet, which the other Hermione would inevitably be holding. A small cry escaped her lips. The wedding Hermione was holding, instead of flowers, a dagger. Terribly sharp, beautifully intricate, totally horrifying. For a moment, the bride Hermione's eyes shone like angels eyes, the stars. The observing Hermione saw the glint of the necklace. She also noticed the gold torc on the bride's wrist. The bride was looking down at it for a second, wistfully. But then she tore her gaze away and started determinedly for the little balcony. The wedding Hermione stood staring out, her sweeping look taking in the Hogwarts grounds, the lake, and the castle. She exhaled, and looked down at herself, reviewed her life, decided it was worthless and plunged the dagger into her heart. Her body fell lifelessly over the metal balcony, down, down and with a small splash, into the lake. The watching Hermione, rooted to the spot could do nothing but scream. *
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Harry and Ron had hurried down to the hospital wing as soon as Snape had let them go (ten minutes late, as Neville had accidentally gotten them into trouble, and Snape had made them mop up any remaining traces of burning potion that had been spilt.).
Now they were standing outside the door, arguing with Madame Pomfrey. She was reluctant to let them in.
"She's asleep. Beside, she has slight amnesia, a bad migraine, double vision and a large wound to her head. She is in no fit state for visitors."
"Well, let us sit with her until she wakes up then!"
"She couldn't see you if she wanted to. Her eyes are bandaged."
"Well, we can talk to her then."
"I told you already Potter, Weasley, she has a headache."
"But…"
A piercing scream, mutated, traumatised ripped through the corridor. Harry and Ron didn't wait for Madame Pomfrey's consent. They ducked round her and pushed open the doors, running to Hermione.
She was twisting and writhing, evidentially in agony. Her back was arched and her hands were tearing at the bandage at her eyes. The boys looked at her helplessly, just for a second. Harry grasped at the pin that did up the blindfolding bandage, fumbling in his haste to put his friend out of her absolute misery. Ron grasped her wrist, and gave it a friendly squeeze, trying to calm her down.
With a last wind, the covering fell from Hermione's eyes. For a moment she stared wildly upwards, but seeing her two best friends seemed to calm her down.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she choked.
"Shhhhhh!" soothed Ron.
"What happened?" asked Harry, concerned.
"It was horrible! Horrible, horrid!" Hermione gasped.
"Tell us about it," said Ron.
So Hermione did tell them about it, the nasty dream. When she was finished they all sat in silence.
But their silence didn't even start to compare to the total shocked quiet of Madame Pomfrey.
For in that moment when the trio were all touching, she had seen the unbelievable.
She had to go and see Dumbledore.
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Ha ha! Sorry if you didn't want a cliffy, but they are my trade. Can't help it. Profound apologies.
Also I have to apologise for not updating it sooner, but exams and faltering Internet connections are to blame for this.
Ahem. Any who, some thanks is due here.
Mir-Kitty: Right, this is not only for your benefit, but also for the benefit of several others who said the same thing. I ended the chapter there because it keeps you lot (hopefully!) interested. Like soap operas, they end on a cliffy so that you tune in for the next episode. So I put cliffies in to make sure you people read on! Thanks once more for reviewing, you totally rock!
Glitterjacket: You think right! Thanks for saying it's a good story, 'cause it's comments like that which keep me writing! Do you WANT it to be H/H? I wasn't originally putting any ship in but if enough people want some, it will be H/H. (Yes! I AM a H/H shipper!)
Duckies: I know, I really have to find a big way to make it up to Hermione, especially after this chapter. The whole nine yards is a movie about…(yawns audibly.) Can't be bothered to explain, go rent the movie! And no, not getting it doesn't make you thick at all. Thanks for reviewing!
Amy: Um, hope you enjoyed your holiday. If I have driven you mad, you won't sue me will you? I'm a bit skint. Thanks for your positive comments; I'm trying to get this chapter done fast so you won't go too insane.
Hermioneharry4ever: You may be uncovering more of the plot than you think! And even Harry thinks she's a bit insane 'cause at this point in time, he doesn't know she has the necklace. The fact that his scar hurt at the same time as he heard laughing may make him think its Voldermort laughing. Damm, why is it that whenever I answer a question of yours, I end up divulging half the plot? You got the first two parts of your guess right, but the end has a bit of a twist. (Damm, just revealed even more..!) Anywayz, thanks for reviewing! You make my day!
Brittany: Short and Sweet, but it sure put one huge smile on my face, I tell you! Thank you for your words of encouragement! (And maybe expect a surprise in later chapters!)
Pestruska DYIT: And as I progress with my story, I also get a look at some intriguing user-names.
Sod persuasive writing techniques, if any review has encouraged me it would have to be this one! So, here's more for you!
hannah: Even though your review ends with 'ARGG HATE' the fact that you didn't want me to stop there will be taken as a compliment. Thanks! I can't guarantee that this chapter won't be a cliffy though! Sorry!
ashkickerchic: Don't care what you think, the name rocks! You don't have to wait long to find out about the curse, but the necklace will take a bit longer. (Well, the whole truth about it anyway!!!) Thanks again!
Starship Gazer: I know you didn't say that, I was talking about your review, where you said I was talented. Maybe this is Voldie's doing. Maybe. Just maybe… Thanks ever so! And thanks to your sister too! Can I ask where starship gazer came from? It's cool.
Lex: who is Zack?????? Anyway, cheers for reviewing!
Butterbeerfly: awww, I'm privileged! You know, I love it when people like you review, cause you're so nice! :o)
If I've missed anyone out, then it's because of my dodgy Internet. It's not working at the moment. Sorry, I'll include you next time!
God, I'll have to really finish this quickly now. I'm working on a sequel and it is going to be a good plot. In fact, I'm really excited about it and it's actually helping me to write this! It's post Hogwarts, and…
OK, I won't give anything away!
~*Angelifire*~
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