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Note From Editor- I know, I know you guys must be really angry because of what I did. I hope I didn't scare you that much with the whole dream sequence, but I have to make the story interesting so....Well anyway you'll be happy to know Hermione didn't die (I know even the Hermione haters are in relief) And neither did Harry, but I'd like to leave you with a little question so here goes.....
Hermione sat on her four-poster bed. Sweat ran from the corners of her head. The fact that all that was a dream relieved her and scared her at the same time. She couldn't picture herself harming anyone, not even Malfoy, but in the dream she wasn't acting herself. It was as if she wasn't really in control....She was bolder in her dream and did things that would normally would give her goose bumps...Like talk back to Snape. But what really scared her was the realization that it was possible for Snape or someone to find out about the Elipicule potion.
"What if someone had seen her go into Snape's office?" Hermione thought to herself "Then she would be in so much trouble. It's to risky". Hermione needed a plan, and another hiding place for the Elipicule potion and fast. It wouldn't be to long before Snape finally finds out what really happened to his office that day....before he finds out who used dark magic to get in.
There was a rapping on the door and Hermione pulled back the blinds on her bed. Harry and Ron stepped in and Hermione was relived to see Harry alive.
"Morning Hermione" Ron said, "You've been upstairs all day, we were worried"
"Yeah Snape almost gave you a detention because he thought you were skipping" Harry added.
"Oh" Hermione said thinking back to the dream she had. It felt so real but she didn't realize she was upstairs the whole time. That was weird, dreams usually seem long but aren't at all. Most last barely an hour...
"Did I get a detention?" Hermione said snapping out of her trance
"No, we lied and told Snape you were sick" Ron said
"And what did Snape say" Hermione asked straightening her self
"Nothing really" Ron sighed "he just mumbled and walked away, not very Snape like I know, but it was better than the alternate"
"And what's that?" Hermione asked squinting her eyes at Ron
"Well..." Ron Began, but Harry cut him off.
"It's nothing Hermione, Ron's just joking with you"
Hermione watched Harry and Ron, when her eyes fixed on Ron's pocket. Something was moving around in it, like a worm. Ron quickly placed his hand over his pocket and looked at Hermione with nervous eyes.
"It's Scabbers" Ron moaned "He hasn't been himself lately"
Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out Scabbers. His fur was missing in some areas and he looked diseased.
"Oh my" Hermione gasped, locking fingers with her mouth.
"I know, but I've been giving him his medicine" Ron said, "He's just not getting any better. I bet it's because of that stupid cat!!!
Whatever sympathy Hermione had for Ron quickly faded at his response.
"How could you Ron? You know Crookshanks would never do something like that. How could you even suggest such a thing!!!"?
"Easy..."
"Guys, we've been through this before....." Harry suddenly came out with.
Hermione stared at Harry, anger still fresh from what Ron said.
"Crookshanks is just playing with Scabbers.....God I don't need this anymore!!!!" Hermione bellowed as she ran out of her room in her pajamas.
She heard Harry and Ron screaming behind her as she ran down the stairs of the girls Dormitory. Why was she acting so emotional?
Hermione couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes....She knew she wasn't crying over what just happened....there was something more behind it.
Hermione leaped through the portrait whole and ran through the Gryfindor tower. Hermione didn't know where she was going all she knew was that she couldn't stop running. She ran into a three-way beak and went left. Her bare feet hit the wooden floor of the hall. She ran for what seemed like a minute until she stopped in front of a large rustic door she had never seen before. There was an insignia written in what seemed like Latin. Hermione felt tempted to enter, but thought better of it. From past experience, opening locked doors was a big NO-NO. She turned around to walk away when she heard a shriek.
Hermione jumped at the sound. The scream echoed through the halls, bouncing from one door onto the next. Hermione looked back, this seemed all too familiar to her. Being the best friend of a hero has it's perks in the area of fame, but it's not all fun and games when you realize you're in constant danger.
Hermione stepped closer to the door. She hesitated a bit before pulling on the large, round handle. When she figured out the door was locked, she reached into her pocket for her wand.
"Here we go again," She muttered as she pointed the wand to the door handle.
"Alohomora!" She shouted.
The door gave a slight shutter and clicked. Hermione dropped her wand into her pocket and pushed the door open. It was pitch black in the room; Hermione guessed it was because there were no windows.
"Luminous" She shouted, but then thought better of doing so again. After all she was still not to far away from professor Mcgonagall's office, and even in Hogwarts where magic is free to roam, YOU'RE NOT TO OPEN LOCKED DOORS!!!
Suddenly torches all around the room began to light. Hermione looked down at her wand and realized her wand didn't do that. She watched as a large chair dragged it's self to her. Hermione took a step back, holding on to her Pajama sleeve with fear.
"What's going on here?" She whispered
Hermione stepped into the room glancing around at every corner every now and then. She walked over to the chair which had just given up it's attempt to greet her. Hermione watched as it shuttered a bit and then stopped moving. She put her ringer on one of the engravings when she heard someone's voice.
"Don't touch that!!!" The voice came from the shadows in the corner of the room.
Slowly the shadow began to disarrange and formed a figure. Hermione gasped. She pulled out her wand and held it to the shadow form. She was shaking frivolously, trying to calm herself. The figure snapped it's fingers and a torch near it lit. Giving way to a boy, of about 16. Black hair, ruffled a bit on the top of his head. He had deep blue eyes, and was clothed in very fine robes. His face was angular and handsome, but on guard in a way. He walked slowly toward Hermione; his hands out stretched warning Her not touch the chair.
"Who..............Who...................who are you?" Hermione managed "And what are you doing here?"
"I think I should be asking you the same question," The boy said pulling the chair out of Hermione's reach.
"Oh, well............................."Hermione began
"My name is Motus................Why are you here. Did someone send you to find me?" His voice was thick with an English accent.
"No...............I just.....................wait a minute, what are you doing here?"
Hermione realized the rug to which she was standing on was moving.
"You might want to get off of that, she doesn't like to be stood on" Hermione met his eyes and glanced way. She quickly jumped off the rug and steadied herself.
"The furniture................they're enchanted?" Hermione asked watching the rug with great interest.
"More or less" Motus began, but stopped.
Hermione looked at him. His face was tensed and worried.
"What's wrong?" She asked
"Why are you here" his voice seemed serious and convicting, but Hermione just shrugged him off.
"What are you doing in this room?" I have the right mind right now to tell Dumbledor that you're in here.
The boy just looked confused.
"Who?" Motus asked
"Head master Dumbledor.............don't you.............." Hermione stopped, everyone in the whole wizarding community knew who dumbledor was, and if they didn't they weren't old enough, or they were muggles.
Hermione took a step back and stumbled onto an ottoman on the floor.
"You're not a wizard..................................are you?" How could a muggle get onto the grounds?
"Yes I am............And I'll prove it" The boy whipped out his wand and screamed something Hermione didn't understand. The ottoman to which Hermione sat made a shutter and disappeared leaving Hermione to fall on her ass.
"Oooooh........................Sorry about that" Motus said.
"Quite alright.............At least I know you're not a muggle"
"I wish I could say the same for you" He began, but Hermione guessed he had already seen her work her magic........ That's why he stopped.
"You never answered my question..........What you're doing here," Hermione said
"And neither did you" Motus said
"Oh I heard a scream coming from this room and thought someone was in trouble"
"Oh I'm sorry about that, Charming here was just warning me that someone was close to the door"
"Why would you need to know I f someone was close to the door?" Hermione asked, starting to get defensive. There had to be a good reason as to why this guy needs to make sure no one comes into the room, and Hermione was afraid to find out why.
Motus just stood there, watching Hermione intently.
"Not just someone.................If any ordinary person came into this room, they won't see us"
"And" Hermione said
But Motus just stood there, not speaking other word. Hermione thought about what he said, but nothing clicked. She looked at Motus; he seemed to smile at her. Hermione just stood there frozen, until she realized what he meant. Motus seemed to pick up on her discovery.
"I was spelled here" He began " A clever trick by a wizard. I can't leave this place until someone sets me free, but even if I do leave I'm to old to carry on out side of Hogwarts. I'd turn to dust, as I should have a two hundred years ago".
Hermione was appalled, she thought he was joking but knew he was telling the truth. How could this be?
"Everyone who comes in here can't see me so it's no use my trying to get their attention" He paused and looked at Hermione.
"Until you came" Silence followed his last words. What he said was unbelievable, How could Hermione see him and everyone else not?
"Do you mean I'm supposed to set you free?" Hermione asked, the meaning of her words only now affecting her.
"What I'm saying is no one until now has had contact with me........... Except you..................Hermione" Motus' eyes narrowed. Hermione could feel his eyes burning on to Her.
Why could Hermione see them and no one else?
Note From Editor- I know, I know you guys must be really angry because of what I did. I hope I didn't scare you that much with the whole dream sequence, but I have to make the story interesting so....Well anyway you'll be happy to know Hermione didn't die (I know even the Hermione haters are in relief) And neither did Harry, but I'd like to leave you with a little question so here goes.....
Hermione sat on her four-poster bed. Sweat ran from the corners of her head. The fact that all that was a dream relieved her and scared her at the same time. She couldn't picture herself harming anyone, not even Malfoy, but in the dream she wasn't acting herself. It was as if she wasn't really in control....She was bolder in her dream and did things that would normally would give her goose bumps...Like talk back to Snape. But what really scared her was the realization that it was possible for Snape or someone to find out about the Elipicule potion.
"What if someone had seen her go into Snape's office?" Hermione thought to herself "Then she would be in so much trouble. It's to risky". Hermione needed a plan, and another hiding place for the Elipicule potion and fast. It wouldn't be to long before Snape finally finds out what really happened to his office that day....before he finds out who used dark magic to get in.
There was a rapping on the door and Hermione pulled back the blinds on her bed. Harry and Ron stepped in and Hermione was relived to see Harry alive.
"Morning Hermione" Ron said, "You've been upstairs all day, we were worried"
"Yeah Snape almost gave you a detention because he thought you were skipping" Harry added.
"Oh" Hermione said thinking back to the dream she had. It felt so real but she didn't realize she was upstairs the whole time. That was weird, dreams usually seem long but aren't at all. Most last barely an hour...
"Did I get a detention?" Hermione said snapping out of her trance
"No, we lied and told Snape you were sick" Ron said
"And what did Snape say" Hermione asked straightening her self
"Nothing really" Ron sighed "he just mumbled and walked away, not very Snape like I know, but it was better than the alternate"
"And what's that?" Hermione asked squinting her eyes at Ron
"Well..." Ron Began, but Harry cut him off.
"It's nothing Hermione, Ron's just joking with you"
Hermione watched Harry and Ron, when her eyes fixed on Ron's pocket. Something was moving around in it, like a worm. Ron quickly placed his hand over his pocket and looked at Hermione with nervous eyes.
"It's Scabbers" Ron moaned "He hasn't been himself lately"
Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out Scabbers. His fur was missing in some areas and he looked diseased.
"Oh my" Hermione gasped, locking fingers with her mouth.
"I know, but I've been giving him his medicine" Ron said, "He's just not getting any better. I bet it's because of that stupid cat!!!
Whatever sympathy Hermione had for Ron quickly faded at his response.
"How could you Ron? You know Crookshanks would never do something like that. How could you even suggest such a thing!!!"?
"Easy..."
"Guys, we've been through this before....." Harry suddenly came out with.
Hermione stared at Harry, anger still fresh from what Ron said.
"Crookshanks is just playing with Scabbers.....God I don't need this anymore!!!!" Hermione bellowed as she ran out of her room in her pajamas.
She heard Harry and Ron screaming behind her as she ran down the stairs of the girls Dormitory. Why was she acting so emotional?
Hermione couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes....She knew she wasn't crying over what just happened....there was something more behind it.
Hermione leaped through the portrait whole and ran through the Gryfindor tower. Hermione didn't know where she was going all she knew was that she couldn't stop running. She ran into a three-way beak and went left. Her bare feet hit the wooden floor of the hall. She ran for what seemed like a minute until she stopped in front of a large rustic door she had never seen before. There was an insignia written in what seemed like Latin. Hermione felt tempted to enter, but thought better of it. From past experience, opening locked doors was a big NO-NO. She turned around to walk away when she heard a shriek.
Hermione jumped at the sound. The scream echoed through the halls, bouncing from one door onto the next. Hermione looked back, this seemed all too familiar to her. Being the best friend of a hero has it's perks in the area of fame, but it's not all fun and games when you realize you're in constant danger.
Hermione stepped closer to the door. She hesitated a bit before pulling on the large, round handle. When she figured out the door was locked, she reached into her pocket for her wand.
"Here we go again," She muttered as she pointed the wand to the door handle.
"Alohomora!" She shouted.
The door gave a slight shutter and clicked. Hermione dropped her wand into her pocket and pushed the door open. It was pitch black in the room; Hermione guessed it was because there were no windows.
"Luminous" She shouted, but then thought better of doing so again. After all she was still not to far away from professor Mcgonagall's office, and even in Hogwarts where magic is free to roam, YOU'RE NOT TO OPEN LOCKED DOORS!!!
Suddenly torches all around the room began to light. Hermione looked down at her wand and realized her wand didn't do that. She watched as a large chair dragged it's self to her. Hermione took a step back, holding on to her Pajama sleeve with fear.
"What's going on here?" She whispered
Hermione stepped into the room glancing around at every corner every now and then. She walked over to the chair which had just given up it's attempt to greet her. Hermione watched as it shuttered a bit and then stopped moving. She put her ringer on one of the engravings when she heard someone's voice.
"Don't touch that!!!" The voice came from the shadows in the corner of the room.
Slowly the shadow began to disarrange and formed a figure. Hermione gasped. She pulled out her wand and held it to the shadow form. She was shaking frivolously, trying to calm herself. The figure snapped it's fingers and a torch near it lit. Giving way to a boy, of about 16. Black hair, ruffled a bit on the top of his head. He had deep blue eyes, and was clothed in very fine robes. His face was angular and handsome, but on guard in a way. He walked slowly toward Hermione; his hands out stretched warning Her not touch the chair.
"Who..............Who...................who are you?" Hermione managed "And what are you doing here?"
"I think I should be asking you the same question," The boy said pulling the chair out of Hermione's reach.
"Oh, well............................."Hermione began
"My name is Motus................Why are you here. Did someone send you to find me?" His voice was thick with an English accent.
"No...............I just.....................wait a minute, what are you doing here?"
Hermione realized the rug to which she was standing on was moving.
"You might want to get off of that, she doesn't like to be stood on" Hermione met his eyes and glanced way. She quickly jumped off the rug and steadied herself.
"The furniture................they're enchanted?" Hermione asked watching the rug with great interest.
"More or less" Motus began, but stopped.
Hermione looked at him. His face was tensed and worried.
"What's wrong?" She asked
"Why are you here" his voice seemed serious and convicting, but Hermione just shrugged him off.
"What are you doing in this room?" I have the right mind right now to tell Dumbledor that you're in here.
The boy just looked confused.
"Who?" Motus asked
"Head master Dumbledor.............don't you.............." Hermione stopped, everyone in the whole wizarding community knew who dumbledor was, and if they didn't they weren't old enough, or they were muggles.
Hermione took a step back and stumbled onto an ottoman on the floor.
"You're not a wizard..................................are you?" How could a muggle get onto the grounds?
"Yes I am............And I'll prove it" The boy whipped out his wand and screamed something Hermione didn't understand. The ottoman to which Hermione sat made a shutter and disappeared leaving Hermione to fall on her ass.
"Oooooh........................Sorry about that" Motus said.
"Quite alright.............At least I know you're not a muggle"
"I wish I could say the same for you" He began, but Hermione guessed he had already seen her work her magic........ That's why he stopped.
"You never answered my question..........What you're doing here," Hermione said
"And neither did you" Motus said
"Oh I heard a scream coming from this room and thought someone was in trouble"
"Oh I'm sorry about that, Charming here was just warning me that someone was close to the door"
"Why would you need to know I f someone was close to the door?" Hermione asked, starting to get defensive. There had to be a good reason as to why this guy needs to make sure no one comes into the room, and Hermione was afraid to find out why.
Motus just stood there, watching Hermione intently.
"Not just someone.................If any ordinary person came into this room, they won't see us"
"And" Hermione said
But Motus just stood there, not speaking other word. Hermione thought about what he said, but nothing clicked. She looked at Motus; he seemed to smile at her. Hermione just stood there frozen, until she realized what he meant. Motus seemed to pick up on her discovery.
"I was spelled here" He began " A clever trick by a wizard. I can't leave this place until someone sets me free, but even if I do leave I'm to old to carry on out side of Hogwarts. I'd turn to dust, as I should have a two hundred years ago".
Hermione was appalled, she thought he was joking but knew he was telling the truth. How could this be?
"Everyone who comes in here can't see me so it's no use my trying to get their attention" He paused and looked at Hermione.
"Until you came" Silence followed his last words. What he said was unbelievable, How could Hermione see him and everyone else not?
"Do you mean I'm supposed to set you free?" Hermione asked, the meaning of her words only now affecting her.
"What I'm saying is no one until now has had contact with me........... Except you..................Hermione" Motus' eyes narrowed. Hermione could feel his eyes burning on to Her.
Why could Hermione see them and no one else?