Transfigurations of fate. Chapter 3 The Dream.
Okay same disclaimer as before all that was mentioned still applies but the character Juliet potter is owned by me my very own make.
I am still dedicating this to my friends and fellow reviewers thanks.
Look this is not a very long chapter but it is only to symbolise her dream and so it doesn't blend in to the rest of the next chapter making it confusing. Please r+r people
The village was empty, silent, deathly silent, no wind blew, no noise could be heard. Only the breathing of Hermione broke the silence as her breath came out in short gasps due to the cold tightening her chest.
This place was new to her, she knew of no place which had such stillness and solitude she felt like she was the only living creature there, as if nothing existed except her.
Her surroundings consisted little brick houses, all made from the same stone and all containing dusty windows. Flecks of paint peeled from the frames, they looked in need of repair.
Upon a hill stood a castle, which also looked like it was in great need of attention.
Hermione walked through the dewy grass, her long night gown flowed around her bare feet and ankles, she felt nothing beneath her feet, she felt as if she was walking on air.
Out of the corner of her eye, she say something black swish around a corner. She turned around nervously glancing left to right, the hairs on the back of her neck and arms prickled as they stood on end.
'Hermione get it together' she told herself 'you've faced worst fears than a swishing shadows'. Feeling slightly better, Hermione decided to confront the shadow. She walked slowly making no noise over to the corner and peered round .
Nothing!, feeling smug she whirled around and found herself facing black material.
A person , shadow , ghost even, She could not tell. Its face was covered by a black hood and its presence towered her . It suddenly extended its arm and lifted it upwards revealing a smooth white hand which was reaching for hers.
AAARRGGHHH!!!! Hermione screamed and sat up bolt up right in her bed. Her hair was stuck to her head and her palms were sweating profusely, she also noticed that she was shaking so badly that her teeth were chattering.
She lay back down drawing the duvet further up to her head and turned over. The moonlight was streaming in through her window and dancing off the Hogwarts crest on the envelope of the letter. Her eyes slowly shut her body may have been at rest but her mind certainly was not.
Okay same disclaimer as before all that was mentioned still applies but the character Juliet potter is owned by me my very own make.
I am still dedicating this to my friends and fellow reviewers thanks.
Look this is not a very long chapter but it is only to symbolise her dream and so it doesn't blend in to the rest of the next chapter making it confusing. Please r+r people
The village was empty, silent, deathly silent, no wind blew, no noise could be heard. Only the breathing of Hermione broke the silence as her breath came out in short gasps due to the cold tightening her chest.
This place was new to her, she knew of no place which had such stillness and solitude she felt like she was the only living creature there, as if nothing existed except her.
Her surroundings consisted little brick houses, all made from the same stone and all containing dusty windows. Flecks of paint peeled from the frames, they looked in need of repair.
Upon a hill stood a castle, which also looked like it was in great need of attention.
Hermione walked through the dewy grass, her long night gown flowed around her bare feet and ankles, she felt nothing beneath her feet, she felt as if she was walking on air.
Out of the corner of her eye, she say something black swish around a corner. She turned around nervously glancing left to right, the hairs on the back of her neck and arms prickled as they stood on end.
'Hermione get it together' she told herself 'you've faced worst fears than a swishing shadows'. Feeling slightly better, Hermione decided to confront the shadow. She walked slowly making no noise over to the corner and peered round .
Nothing!, feeling smug she whirled around and found herself facing black material.
A person , shadow , ghost even, She could not tell. Its face was covered by a black hood and its presence towered her . It suddenly extended its arm and lifted it upwards revealing a smooth white hand which was reaching for hers.
AAARRGGHHH!!!! Hermione screamed and sat up bolt up right in her bed. Her hair was stuck to her head and her palms were sweating profusely, she also noticed that she was shaking so badly that her teeth were chattering.
She lay back down drawing the duvet further up to her head and turned over. The moonlight was streaming in through her window and dancing off the Hogwarts crest on the envelope of the letter. Her eyes slowly shut her body may have been at rest but her mind certainly was not.