"Professor, I have news." Snape said.
"Good." Professor Dumbledore said cheerfully as he conjured up two mugs of hot chocolate.
Snape didn't understand how he could be so cheerful at a time like this. At the return of Voldemort. He thought that this should be a time of gloom and despair.
"You should always be optimistic when things look bad, Severus. Worrying never gets any one anywhere." He said handing professor Snape one of the mugs.
Snape looked at him in disbelief. He would never understand how Dumbledore always seemed to know what was on your mind even before you did.
"Now what was it that you wanted to share with me?"
"Voldemort has a new target. A completely new plan. He wouldn't let me in on all of the details since he thinks I'm double crossing him, but I do know the basics."
"Very well done, Severus."
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Draco staggered down a corridor he had hardly recognized. When suddenly someone came up behind him, grabbed him by the cloak and shoved him into the wall.
"I hope your not getting soft on us." The hooded person said.
"Of course not, why would I be?" Draco replied.
"You better hope so. Or the Dark Lord will kill you the first chance he gets. Do you understand what I say?"
"Yes."
"Good." Said the figure as he let go of Draco and patted him on the back as if he was a little dog who obeyed his master.
The hooded figure left Draco where he had found him and Draco slid to the floor. He sat with his head in his hands wishing things didn't have to be as they were. He hoped for a way out of the life already set out for him by his father.
He sat there until someone poked him to get him to look up at him or her. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
"Draco."
At the sound of a gentle voice he looked up and saw Hermione Granger.
When he did look up she saw his tear stained face. She looked at him curiously. She had never seen a trace of real emotion other than hate upon his face and there they were the clues she needed to see.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"I wanted to see if you were alright."
A simple phrase started to play in his mind. "I hope your not getting soft on us." He winced when he heard the voice again for he did not want to hear that voice ever again. If he was to live no matter how much he didn't want to, he had to play the part he had perfected over the years. So he did, with beauty and grace.
"I am fine. I don't need a mudblood like you to help me." When he finished; he got up off the floor, turned in the direction of the Slytherin common room and sped off leaving her alone.
As he walked he suddenly remembered the little book he had found on his way out of potions. He hadn't opened it yet he merely pocketed it before he was seen with it. When he reached the Slytherin portrait hole he muttered the password and slipped inside.
When he was alone inside the boys' dormitory, he took out the little book and opened it. He searched for any clue that would tell him whom it belonged to. Finding none he began to flip through pages inside of it. He read a couple of the pages and realized that he wasn't the only tormented person at that school.
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She had lost it. It. Her world. She was careless. She had left her book somewhere. She frantically started to try to remember whether or not she had left her name in it. But she had been careful not to, in case this was to happen.
She still felt panicked though. She couldn't shake the feeling no matter what she did. So she tried to sleep. Unsuccessfully but she had tried.
"Hermione." Came Harry's soft voice.
He was outside of her door. But she didn't want to talk to him or anyone else so she pretended to be asleep.
Over the past few days Harry and Ron had tried to make her feel important. They tried to talk to her about what was bothering her but whenever they brought it up she would remember she had left something in the library.
She had been avoiding them and she was doing quite a good job at it too. She could always sneak away when they tried to corner her.
She finally fell asleep after many hours of trying.
"Good." Professor Dumbledore said cheerfully as he conjured up two mugs of hot chocolate.
Snape didn't understand how he could be so cheerful at a time like this. At the return of Voldemort. He thought that this should be a time of gloom and despair.
"You should always be optimistic when things look bad, Severus. Worrying never gets any one anywhere." He said handing professor Snape one of the mugs.
Snape looked at him in disbelief. He would never understand how Dumbledore always seemed to know what was on your mind even before you did.
"Now what was it that you wanted to share with me?"
"Voldemort has a new target. A completely new plan. He wouldn't let me in on all of the details since he thinks I'm double crossing him, but I do know the basics."
"Very well done, Severus."
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Draco staggered down a corridor he had hardly recognized. When suddenly someone came up behind him, grabbed him by the cloak and shoved him into the wall.
"I hope your not getting soft on us." The hooded person said.
"Of course not, why would I be?" Draco replied.
"You better hope so. Or the Dark Lord will kill you the first chance he gets. Do you understand what I say?"
"Yes."
"Good." Said the figure as he let go of Draco and patted him on the back as if he was a little dog who obeyed his master.
The hooded figure left Draco where he had found him and Draco slid to the floor. He sat with his head in his hands wishing things didn't have to be as they were. He hoped for a way out of the life already set out for him by his father.
He sat there until someone poked him to get him to look up at him or her. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
"Draco."
At the sound of a gentle voice he looked up and saw Hermione Granger.
When he did look up she saw his tear stained face. She looked at him curiously. She had never seen a trace of real emotion other than hate upon his face and there they were the clues she needed to see.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"I wanted to see if you were alright."
A simple phrase started to play in his mind. "I hope your not getting soft on us." He winced when he heard the voice again for he did not want to hear that voice ever again. If he was to live no matter how much he didn't want to, he had to play the part he had perfected over the years. So he did, with beauty and grace.
"I am fine. I don't need a mudblood like you to help me." When he finished; he got up off the floor, turned in the direction of the Slytherin common room and sped off leaving her alone.
As he walked he suddenly remembered the little book he had found on his way out of potions. He hadn't opened it yet he merely pocketed it before he was seen with it. When he reached the Slytherin portrait hole he muttered the password and slipped inside.
When he was alone inside the boys' dormitory, he took out the little book and opened it. He searched for any clue that would tell him whom it belonged to. Finding none he began to flip through pages inside of it. He read a couple of the pages and realized that he wasn't the only tormented person at that school.
`````````````````
She had lost it. It. Her world. She was careless. She had left her book somewhere. She frantically started to try to remember whether or not she had left her name in it. But she had been careful not to, in case this was to happen.
She still felt panicked though. She couldn't shake the feeling no matter what she did. So she tried to sleep. Unsuccessfully but she had tried.
"Hermione." Came Harry's soft voice.
He was outside of her door. But she didn't want to talk to him or anyone else so she pretended to be asleep.
Over the past few days Harry and Ron had tried to make her feel important. They tried to talk to her about what was bothering her but whenever they brought it up she would remember she had left something in the library.
She had been avoiding them and she was doing quite a good job at it too. She could always sneak away when they tried to corner her.
She finally fell asleep after many hours of trying.