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are my set of books. Which are very worn out I might add from over
reading.
Okay I'm going to start this chapter a little before the last one ended; hope that makes since.
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Hermione met up with Harry and Ron in the Entrance Hall before going to greenhouse number six for Herbology. None of them talked as they trekked their way across Hogwarts' vast green lawns. Hermione did notice that the two boys kept glancing sideways at her as if to make sure she wouldn't just drop dead on the spot. They took their spots at the Gryffindor table once inside the greenhouse.
They had always had Herbology with the Hufflepuffs; ever since their first year. The Hufflepuff table was always on the left side of the room and everyone always had the same spot every year. It wasn't assigned that way, they just got used to it.
Hermione glanced at the empty place where Justin normally stood. She looked around at his house members and noticed that the boy from her vision was doing the same. Her jaw trembled slightly and she shook her head. Nothing would happen; everything was fine.
When Justin entered the room he kept his head low and didn't look at anyone. He stood in his spot and was silent. Professor Sprout came into the room and for the first time Justin looked up. He had a large bruise on one of his cheeks and the other side of his face sported a black eye.
Hermione gasped and stumbled backwards; eyes wide with shock. Ron caught her when she almost fell. Both boys just looked from Justin to Hermione and back again; not believing what they were seeing. It couldn't be possible; could it? Apparently it could. The Professor sent them a warning glance and Ron guided her back to her place.
Professor Sprout gave a welcoming speech as all of their other teachers had done and then went into talking about a large plant sitting on the table in front her. She told them it was called the Ly Plant and was used to cure sores that appeared on the skin. They needed to milk the plants and then give the serum to her.
Ron and Hermione were partners like they were every year. He didn't start work right away and just looked at her for a long time.
"Okay Ron I can't work with you staring at me like that so just say what you're going to say and be done with it." She said and threw down her milking tool. They clattered to the floor but neither of them moved to pick them up. Ron leaned in closer so that no one would listen in on their conversation.
"Don't' you see it Hermione? You saw if and it happened. You saw the future." He whispered and glanced around to make sure to one was listening.
"Thank you for pointing that out Ron, I would have never noticed." She said and rolled her eyes. "Now, was that all because I really want to get this done?" She bent down and picked up the tool she had dropped earlier. Ron stopped her.
"How can this not be a bigger deal to you?" He asked, his eyes full of concern and fear.
"It is a big deal. But I don't have time to think about it right now so let's get to work." She emphasized the last three words and then returned to their plant. Ron just shook his head and joined her. Harry and he would be talking to her about this later, you could be sure of that.
Ron and Harry tried to get her to talk about it all day but it was of new use. She wasn't going to talk until she was good and ready, and that could take a while. She needed time to think about everything. Nothing this big had ever happened to her and certainly not this many things at once.
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After dinner was over and everyone was hanging out in the Commonroom together, Hermione snuck outside and onto the Quidditch Pitch. As much as she wished everyone would stop obsessing over the sport, she must admit that the field was very peaceful. It was where she always came to think.
She lay down in the center of the pitch and gazed up at the stars. It was very peaceful. She heard a rustling of clothing behind her and realized she wasn't alone. Quickly, she sat up and looked around. Standing above her, looking down, was Draco Malfoy.
"Bug off, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood," She said and stood off, brushing off her robes.
"Whatever, Mudblood. I'm not the one laying in the middle of the field like an idiot." She cringed at the name like she always did; only this time she knew it was false.
"Don't call me that." She sneered. He almost laughed at the request.
"What's wrong? Think it's too good for you? I can find some much worse names for you if you like." He put on his signature smirk and waited for her side of the argument.
But it never came. She just slapped him and walked out of the arena. He stood looking after her, totally and completely stunned. By the time he regained his composure to tell her off she was out of hearing range. He just kicked the ground and left the pitch as well.
The Commonroom only had a few people occupying it when Hermione arrived back from her escapade outside. She waved goodnight to Harry and Ron from across the room and trudged up the stairs to her dorm room. For once Parvati and Lavender were asleep and not chattering when she arrived. She prepared for bed in silence and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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The next morning Hermione awoke at half past ten. She frantically threw on her school uniform and raced down the stairs. Halfway down the steps she realized it was Saturday and there were no classes. She mentally slapped herself for being so stupid and walked back to her room to make herself look a bit more presentable since she had the time.
When she was finished she slowly made her way back to the Commonroom and found her friends playing chess in a corner of the room. She pulled a chair up to their table and sat.
"So who's winning?" She asked quietly as one of Ron's knights smashed Harry's queen into oblivion.
"So you're talking to us now are you?" Ron replied simply, never taking his eyes off the board.
"If you don't want me to, I'll just leave." She said angrily and stood up.
"Hermione, sit down." Harry said and caught her arm. She sat back down, but didn't say anything else. "And to answer you're earlier question, Ron's winning; as usual."
In five more minutes, Harry's king had been taken and the game was over. The threesome decided to go visit Hagrid. They hadn't seen him since Tuesday, when their class had been.
He welcomed them in with open arms, and they politely declined the cookies he offered them. Fang immediately jumped up and put his large head in Ron's lap once he had taken a seat. "Every single time." He muttered and patted the dog's head carefully.
"So ho've you three been doin'." Hagrid asked cheerfully, munching away on a cookie with a mug of ale in hand.
"Okay."
"Fine."
"Alright." Came the mumbled replies. Hagrid just smiled and finished off his cookie. He looked from face to face waiting for one of them to say something. The smile fell from his face as he realized that something must be wrong for them to be this quiet.
"Alrit you three, wha's goin' on 'ere?" He asked and put down his mug. Both Harry and Ron looked sideways at Hermione wondering if she would tell him or if they would have to.
"I'm adopted, Hagrid." She said quietly. Hagrid didn't look a bit surprised.
"Yes, I know all 'bout that." He said and looked at her. "Wen' to school with yer mum an' dad I did. Nice people."
"Then why didn't you ever TELL me? Why does everyone feel they have to keep this as a big secret from me? Do you think I don't have a right to know? Did you think I wouldn't be able to handle it? Well guess what, I'm handling it just fine, but it would have been a lot easier if I had found out sooner. I could have avoided so much teasing and ridiculing. Now I just don't know what to do Hagrid!" She broke down and sobs racked her small frame.
Hagrid patted her on the back gently and tried to get her to stop. "It's alrit Hermione. You're a smart girl you are. You'll get through this jus' fine." He said quietly, and she finally stopped weeping.
"You really think so, Hagrid?" She looked at him through tear-filled eyes.
"Of course I do." He smiled at her and her face lit up. She threw her arms around the large man and hugged him tightly.
"Thanks, Hagrid. I really needed to hear that." She released him, but for once the smile didn't fade from her face. "I'll see you next Tuesday in class."
She left through the front door and a very confused Harry and Ron said their good-byes and followed her. She walked ahead of them the entire way back to Hogwarts, but the smile never left her. While she still had a lot of thinking to do, she now had someone who had faith in her other than herself.
She sat alone on her bed contemplating what to do when the room started to fade away once more. "Oh no, not again." She whispered before darkness took her entirely.
She found herself on the Quidditch Pitch, standing below the players. Ravenclaw and Slytherin were playing. "Must be the first game of the season." She thought and made her way to the stands where she would be able to get a better view. She glanced across the field and saw herself cheering with the rest of the Gryffindors. "This is really weird."
The players zoomed across the field. She saw Cho and Draco above the rest of the players looking around for the snitch. Cho must have spotted it because she took off like a rocket towards the ground. Draco quickly followed her and they were soon neck in neck heading for the field.
They exchanged a glance of spite before turning their attention back to the little golden ball fluttering near the earth. Cho pulled up several inches from the ground but Draco kept going. He clutched the snitch in his hand and crashed to the ground. Slytherin had won. Slowly, the scene before her faded before her eyes and she was once again in her dorm room.
Lavender and Parvati were staring at her from the doorway.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." She told them on her way out to find Harry and Ron. They were once again playing chess in a corner of the room.
"I had another vision." She whispered to them, standing over their table. They both stopped and looked up.
"About what?" Ron said quietly, looking a bit scared.
"Quidditch. Of all things I had a vision about Quidditch." She said, sounding a bit disappointed. If she had to have these visions she at least wanted them to be about something that interested her a little.
"Who was playing?" Harry said frantically. If it was a Gryffindor game he wanted to know if he won.
"Ravenclaw and Slytherin. I think it was the first game of the season." She said and sat down, resting her head on her hands.
"Who won?" They both said quickly.
"Slytherin." She mumbled. Ron let out a string of words that made Hermione slap his arm and Harry banged his head on the table. "Yeah, I was disappointed too. Not much we can do about it though."
"Well, we could always-" Hermione cut Harry off with a deathly glare.
"We can't change the future, Harry. You know that. This is what is destined to happen." She warned them both. Harry grumbled but didn't disagree; he knew she was right. It was almost time for dinner so the threesome made their way to the Great Hall chatting nonchalantly about various things, but not really paying attention.
They ate dinner in silence, only speaking when people asked them a question. They still had a while until Hermione's latest vision occurred, the first Quidditch game wouldn't be for a month. Hermione was the first to leave the table. She hugged her friends good-bye and made her way up to her dorm room.
Once inside, she sat on the stone seat near the window and looked out at the grounds. Several birds flew against the black night sky towards the forest. She sat there for a few more minutes just taking it all in. Slowly, her thoughts drifted from the scenery to her life, as they normally did.
"This is definitely going to take some getting used to." She thought and leaned up against the wall. "I know I'll be fine, eventually, but right now I'm a mess. I don't know what to do anymore. Nothing makes sense. I could have coped with it if it was just the news of my adoption, but it's not. Now I have to deal with the fact that I also get glimpses of the future. Why is all of this happening to me?"
She once again gazed longingly at the birds flying freely in the sky, wishing she could be more like them; without a care in the world. Slowly she forced herself to get ready for bed and go to sleep; dreaming of flying through the wide-open sky.
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Okay I'll admit it, that was not my best chapter ever. But it was also not my worst so I suppose that's a good think now isn't it? Anyway -
Please review; I love them and sometimes they're all that keep me going. Knowing that at least someone appreciates what I'm doing is always a good thing.
REVIEW!
Okay I'm going to start this chapter a little before the last one ended; hope that makes since.
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Hermione met up with Harry and Ron in the Entrance Hall before going to greenhouse number six for Herbology. None of them talked as they trekked their way across Hogwarts' vast green lawns. Hermione did notice that the two boys kept glancing sideways at her as if to make sure she wouldn't just drop dead on the spot. They took their spots at the Gryffindor table once inside the greenhouse.
They had always had Herbology with the Hufflepuffs; ever since their first year. The Hufflepuff table was always on the left side of the room and everyone always had the same spot every year. It wasn't assigned that way, they just got used to it.
Hermione glanced at the empty place where Justin normally stood. She looked around at his house members and noticed that the boy from her vision was doing the same. Her jaw trembled slightly and she shook her head. Nothing would happen; everything was fine.
When Justin entered the room he kept his head low and didn't look at anyone. He stood in his spot and was silent. Professor Sprout came into the room and for the first time Justin looked up. He had a large bruise on one of his cheeks and the other side of his face sported a black eye.
Hermione gasped and stumbled backwards; eyes wide with shock. Ron caught her when she almost fell. Both boys just looked from Justin to Hermione and back again; not believing what they were seeing. It couldn't be possible; could it? Apparently it could. The Professor sent them a warning glance and Ron guided her back to her place.
Professor Sprout gave a welcoming speech as all of their other teachers had done and then went into talking about a large plant sitting on the table in front her. She told them it was called the Ly Plant and was used to cure sores that appeared on the skin. They needed to milk the plants and then give the serum to her.
Ron and Hermione were partners like they were every year. He didn't start work right away and just looked at her for a long time.
"Okay Ron I can't work with you staring at me like that so just say what you're going to say and be done with it." She said and threw down her milking tool. They clattered to the floor but neither of them moved to pick them up. Ron leaned in closer so that no one would listen in on their conversation.
"Don't' you see it Hermione? You saw if and it happened. You saw the future." He whispered and glanced around to make sure to one was listening.
"Thank you for pointing that out Ron, I would have never noticed." She said and rolled her eyes. "Now, was that all because I really want to get this done?" She bent down and picked up the tool she had dropped earlier. Ron stopped her.
"How can this not be a bigger deal to you?" He asked, his eyes full of concern and fear.
"It is a big deal. But I don't have time to think about it right now so let's get to work." She emphasized the last three words and then returned to their plant. Ron just shook his head and joined her. Harry and he would be talking to her about this later, you could be sure of that.
Ron and Harry tried to get her to talk about it all day but it was of new use. She wasn't going to talk until she was good and ready, and that could take a while. She needed time to think about everything. Nothing this big had ever happened to her and certainly not this many things at once.
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After dinner was over and everyone was hanging out in the Commonroom together, Hermione snuck outside and onto the Quidditch Pitch. As much as she wished everyone would stop obsessing over the sport, she must admit that the field was very peaceful. It was where she always came to think.
She lay down in the center of the pitch and gazed up at the stars. It was very peaceful. She heard a rustling of clothing behind her and realized she wasn't alone. Quickly, she sat up and looked around. Standing above her, looking down, was Draco Malfoy.
"Bug off, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood," She said and stood off, brushing off her robes.
"Whatever, Mudblood. I'm not the one laying in the middle of the field like an idiot." She cringed at the name like she always did; only this time she knew it was false.
"Don't call me that." She sneered. He almost laughed at the request.
"What's wrong? Think it's too good for you? I can find some much worse names for you if you like." He put on his signature smirk and waited for her side of the argument.
But it never came. She just slapped him and walked out of the arena. He stood looking after her, totally and completely stunned. By the time he regained his composure to tell her off she was out of hearing range. He just kicked the ground and left the pitch as well.
The Commonroom only had a few people occupying it when Hermione arrived back from her escapade outside. She waved goodnight to Harry and Ron from across the room and trudged up the stairs to her dorm room. For once Parvati and Lavender were asleep and not chattering when she arrived. She prepared for bed in silence and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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The next morning Hermione awoke at half past ten. She frantically threw on her school uniform and raced down the stairs. Halfway down the steps she realized it was Saturday and there were no classes. She mentally slapped herself for being so stupid and walked back to her room to make herself look a bit more presentable since she had the time.
When she was finished she slowly made her way back to the Commonroom and found her friends playing chess in a corner of the room. She pulled a chair up to their table and sat.
"So who's winning?" She asked quietly as one of Ron's knights smashed Harry's queen into oblivion.
"So you're talking to us now are you?" Ron replied simply, never taking his eyes off the board.
"If you don't want me to, I'll just leave." She said angrily and stood up.
"Hermione, sit down." Harry said and caught her arm. She sat back down, but didn't say anything else. "And to answer you're earlier question, Ron's winning; as usual."
In five more minutes, Harry's king had been taken and the game was over. The threesome decided to go visit Hagrid. They hadn't seen him since Tuesday, when their class had been.
He welcomed them in with open arms, and they politely declined the cookies he offered them. Fang immediately jumped up and put his large head in Ron's lap once he had taken a seat. "Every single time." He muttered and patted the dog's head carefully.
"So ho've you three been doin'." Hagrid asked cheerfully, munching away on a cookie with a mug of ale in hand.
"Okay."
"Fine."
"Alright." Came the mumbled replies. Hagrid just smiled and finished off his cookie. He looked from face to face waiting for one of them to say something. The smile fell from his face as he realized that something must be wrong for them to be this quiet.
"Alrit you three, wha's goin' on 'ere?" He asked and put down his mug. Both Harry and Ron looked sideways at Hermione wondering if she would tell him or if they would have to.
"I'm adopted, Hagrid." She said quietly. Hagrid didn't look a bit surprised.
"Yes, I know all 'bout that." He said and looked at her. "Wen' to school with yer mum an' dad I did. Nice people."
"Then why didn't you ever TELL me? Why does everyone feel they have to keep this as a big secret from me? Do you think I don't have a right to know? Did you think I wouldn't be able to handle it? Well guess what, I'm handling it just fine, but it would have been a lot easier if I had found out sooner. I could have avoided so much teasing and ridiculing. Now I just don't know what to do Hagrid!" She broke down and sobs racked her small frame.
Hagrid patted her on the back gently and tried to get her to stop. "It's alrit Hermione. You're a smart girl you are. You'll get through this jus' fine." He said quietly, and she finally stopped weeping.
"You really think so, Hagrid?" She looked at him through tear-filled eyes.
"Of course I do." He smiled at her and her face lit up. She threw her arms around the large man and hugged him tightly.
"Thanks, Hagrid. I really needed to hear that." She released him, but for once the smile didn't fade from her face. "I'll see you next Tuesday in class."
She left through the front door and a very confused Harry and Ron said their good-byes and followed her. She walked ahead of them the entire way back to Hogwarts, but the smile never left her. While she still had a lot of thinking to do, she now had someone who had faith in her other than herself.
She sat alone on her bed contemplating what to do when the room started to fade away once more. "Oh no, not again." She whispered before darkness took her entirely.
She found herself on the Quidditch Pitch, standing below the players. Ravenclaw and Slytherin were playing. "Must be the first game of the season." She thought and made her way to the stands where she would be able to get a better view. She glanced across the field and saw herself cheering with the rest of the Gryffindors. "This is really weird."
The players zoomed across the field. She saw Cho and Draco above the rest of the players looking around for the snitch. Cho must have spotted it because she took off like a rocket towards the ground. Draco quickly followed her and they were soon neck in neck heading for the field.
They exchanged a glance of spite before turning their attention back to the little golden ball fluttering near the earth. Cho pulled up several inches from the ground but Draco kept going. He clutched the snitch in his hand and crashed to the ground. Slytherin had won. Slowly, the scene before her faded before her eyes and she was once again in her dorm room.
Lavender and Parvati were staring at her from the doorway.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." She told them on her way out to find Harry and Ron. They were once again playing chess in a corner of the room.
"I had another vision." She whispered to them, standing over their table. They both stopped and looked up.
"About what?" Ron said quietly, looking a bit scared.
"Quidditch. Of all things I had a vision about Quidditch." She said, sounding a bit disappointed. If she had to have these visions she at least wanted them to be about something that interested her a little.
"Who was playing?" Harry said frantically. If it was a Gryffindor game he wanted to know if he won.
"Ravenclaw and Slytherin. I think it was the first game of the season." She said and sat down, resting her head on her hands.
"Who won?" They both said quickly.
"Slytherin." She mumbled. Ron let out a string of words that made Hermione slap his arm and Harry banged his head on the table. "Yeah, I was disappointed too. Not much we can do about it though."
"Well, we could always-" Hermione cut Harry off with a deathly glare.
"We can't change the future, Harry. You know that. This is what is destined to happen." She warned them both. Harry grumbled but didn't disagree; he knew she was right. It was almost time for dinner so the threesome made their way to the Great Hall chatting nonchalantly about various things, but not really paying attention.
They ate dinner in silence, only speaking when people asked them a question. They still had a while until Hermione's latest vision occurred, the first Quidditch game wouldn't be for a month. Hermione was the first to leave the table. She hugged her friends good-bye and made her way up to her dorm room.
Once inside, she sat on the stone seat near the window and looked out at the grounds. Several birds flew against the black night sky towards the forest. She sat there for a few more minutes just taking it all in. Slowly, her thoughts drifted from the scenery to her life, as they normally did.
"This is definitely going to take some getting used to." She thought and leaned up against the wall. "I know I'll be fine, eventually, but right now I'm a mess. I don't know what to do anymore. Nothing makes sense. I could have coped with it if it was just the news of my adoption, but it's not. Now I have to deal with the fact that I also get glimpses of the future. Why is all of this happening to me?"
She once again gazed longingly at the birds flying freely in the sky, wishing she could be more like them; without a care in the world. Slowly she forced herself to get ready for bed and go to sleep; dreaming of flying through the wide-open sky.
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Okay I'll admit it, that was not my best chapter ever. But it was also not my worst so I suppose that's a good think now isn't it? Anyway -
Please review; I love them and sometimes they're all that keep me going. Knowing that at least someone appreciates what I'm doing is always a good thing.
REVIEW!