It was Saturday morning and she was working on the potion. She put the hair
in a bag and locked it up, so she would not lose it. The Dark Mark on her
arm began to burn, Voldemort was not calling the, yet, but he was nearby;
any Death Eater at Hogwarts would be able to feel it. Hermione quickly put
her stuff away and entered the common room, the three boys sat there,
holding their arms.
"He is near..." Hermione trailed off as he called. They all ran out of the room, Hermione had waited a minute to warn Harry, she finished speaking to him and began to run outside, but Ron followed her. He kept calling her and she kept running. As they neared the Forbidden Forest, Voldemort came into view.
'Oh no! RON GO AWAY!' she thought to herself. How could Ron be so stupid?
"HERMIONE! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" Ron screamed. It was too late; Hermione was already bowing down before the Dark Lord. Ron froze in his tracks when he saw Voldemort and Hermione bowing down to him, kissing the hem of his robe.
"Hermione?" he whispered, his voice was barely audible. Without warning a flash of green light hit Ron.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort yelled, pointing his wand at Ron. He died instantly and painlessly. Hermione stared at his body. She became very dizzy and passed out.
She woke up a week later, the day before Valentine's Day. Harry hovered over her bed.
"What happened?" she cried. She already knew, but she was praying that it was all an awful dream.
"Ron... Ron is dead," tears began to form in Harry's eyes. "The funeral is tomorrow."
"I do not think I can go," Hermione looked down. She would feel too guilty.
"You have to! They want both of us to speak," Harry said.
"I can't! Voldemort would not approve..."
"WHO CARES? Ron was your friend! What is the worst Voldemort can do? EXPELL YOU?" Hermione laughed at his remark.
"Fine," she said after a while of silence, she did not dare look up at Harry. "Does everyone know...?"
"That you are Snape's daughter and heir of Voldemort? Yes."
"WHAT?" she screamed, she had not heard that one. Harry's eyebrows raised and he closed his eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"I - heir of Voldemort? Is that some kind of sick joke! Because I am NOT laughing!"
"I thought you knew. Everyone knows about you, Ma - Draco, Chris, Andrew, Snape, and Lucius. You and Malfoy - I mean Draco - are his heirs. Why else do you think you would be betrothed? Even 15 is a little young for marriage in the wizard world."
Hermione began to feel dizzy and lay down on the bed. Life was becoming overwhelming again.
"When is the marriage?" she asked, assuming that was out too.
"I think March fifteenth, but do not take my word for it."
Hermione thought for a moment. The polyjuice potion! Madame Pomfrey was walking over to them, but Hermione got up and ran out of the room, to go to her own room. Harry ran after her while Madame Pomfrey yelled. Hermione was able to lose Harry and made it back to her room, to work on the potion.
She spent an hour working over her cauldron, but then went into the common room to find Chris sitting on a sofa.
"Where is Andrew?"
"He's sick, in the hospital wing, where you should be," Chris said, acting like a concerned parent.
"Oh, I don't care! I hate that place... What has our homework been?"
"Hang on, I'll write it down," Chris said as he conjured up a piece of parchment and a quill. He quickly began writing down everything while Hermione took a seat on the hearth of the fireplace.
"Okay! Here you go," Chris walked over to her and handed her the piece of parchment. She said a quick thanks and ran into her room to begin working, she had a lot to catch up on.
AN - Hmm.. Yeah, I'm Bonnie now, read my review... All my notes are in there. I'll start another chapter soon, I need to do my homework first. I saw someone I hate at the orthodontists (we hate each other because we both like a guy... *coughs* stupid reason, but there are plenty others, which I will not go into =)). So, I need to relieve myself... *sighs* I'll be back online later.
"He is near..." Hermione trailed off as he called. They all ran out of the room, Hermione had waited a minute to warn Harry, she finished speaking to him and began to run outside, but Ron followed her. He kept calling her and she kept running. As they neared the Forbidden Forest, Voldemort came into view.
'Oh no! RON GO AWAY!' she thought to herself. How could Ron be so stupid?
"HERMIONE! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" Ron screamed. It was too late; Hermione was already bowing down before the Dark Lord. Ron froze in his tracks when he saw Voldemort and Hermione bowing down to him, kissing the hem of his robe.
"Hermione?" he whispered, his voice was barely audible. Without warning a flash of green light hit Ron.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort yelled, pointing his wand at Ron. He died instantly and painlessly. Hermione stared at his body. She became very dizzy and passed out.
She woke up a week later, the day before Valentine's Day. Harry hovered over her bed.
"What happened?" she cried. She already knew, but she was praying that it was all an awful dream.
"Ron... Ron is dead," tears began to form in Harry's eyes. "The funeral is tomorrow."
"I do not think I can go," Hermione looked down. She would feel too guilty.
"You have to! They want both of us to speak," Harry said.
"I can't! Voldemort would not approve..."
"WHO CARES? Ron was your friend! What is the worst Voldemort can do? EXPELL YOU?" Hermione laughed at his remark.
"Fine," she said after a while of silence, she did not dare look up at Harry. "Does everyone know...?"
"That you are Snape's daughter and heir of Voldemort? Yes."
"WHAT?" she screamed, she had not heard that one. Harry's eyebrows raised and he closed his eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"I - heir of Voldemort? Is that some kind of sick joke! Because I am NOT laughing!"
"I thought you knew. Everyone knows about you, Ma - Draco, Chris, Andrew, Snape, and Lucius. You and Malfoy - I mean Draco - are his heirs. Why else do you think you would be betrothed? Even 15 is a little young for marriage in the wizard world."
Hermione began to feel dizzy and lay down on the bed. Life was becoming overwhelming again.
"When is the marriage?" she asked, assuming that was out too.
"I think March fifteenth, but do not take my word for it."
Hermione thought for a moment. The polyjuice potion! Madame Pomfrey was walking over to them, but Hermione got up and ran out of the room, to go to her own room. Harry ran after her while Madame Pomfrey yelled. Hermione was able to lose Harry and made it back to her room, to work on the potion.
She spent an hour working over her cauldron, but then went into the common room to find Chris sitting on a sofa.
"Where is Andrew?"
"He's sick, in the hospital wing, where you should be," Chris said, acting like a concerned parent.
"Oh, I don't care! I hate that place... What has our homework been?"
"Hang on, I'll write it down," Chris said as he conjured up a piece of parchment and a quill. He quickly began writing down everything while Hermione took a seat on the hearth of the fireplace.
"Okay! Here you go," Chris walked over to her and handed her the piece of parchment. She said a quick thanks and ran into her room to begin working, she had a lot to catch up on.
AN - Hmm.. Yeah, I'm Bonnie now, read my review... All my notes are in there. I'll start another chapter soon, I need to do my homework first. I saw someone I hate at the orthodontists (we hate each other because we both like a guy... *coughs* stupid reason, but there are plenty others, which I will not go into =)). So, I need to relieve myself... *sighs* I'll be back online later.