Oh yeah, I have an idea for another fic (D/H, of course) and I absolutely want to know if you'd want me to write it (after this one's finished). Anyways, it's about Dumbledore who one day watches tv while there is this strange show on : A Casting show! Something like Pop-Idol or popstar or whatever it is called. He gets this idea to do the same at Hogwarts. And when the school year begins and so does: Hogwart's Rock stars!
So tell me what you think of that. And please, please review.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter. Poor, little me… The Revenge I gotBy: Blue Eyed Headhunter
On her way back from the great hall, Hermione had wondered how she couldn't have noticed that things had changed so obviously. It had almost broken her heart, the moment she realized that in reality more had happened during the time she had kept herself away from the wizard world, than she had noticed at first. Nothing was the same, not a thing was the way she had left it and she had done nothing for it. She hadn't helped to rebuild the world kept away from the Muggles' eyes, had lost herself in her guilt, in her self-pity. The words Dumbledore had said before she had left the hall for good didn't help either. As understanding and soothing they were meant to be, reality hurt more than those words could heal her torn heart that moment.
"We all are not to blame! Don't take this weight on your shoulders, Hermione."
How couldn't she? She had been one of the warriors the light side still had left, it had been her mission to protect those who in the end had died. Her failed mission. Failed because of her, her feelings. The looks she had received after the final battle still were permanently etched into her brain, burning like salt in her already bleeding wounds. Those eyes full of sympathy, although they did not understand a single emotion of those she held inside, kept hidden.
She'd run out after this, near to tears again. Since then she wandered around the castle, refreshing her memory, trying to forget the years that lay between the past and now, hoping to hear Ron call her name while searching for her, to see his eyes flash in joy when he finally found her. Oh how she wished she could go back and relive the moments of happiness they had. But it wasn't possible, the words that kept her here were his own: "Until we shall meet again!"
Hope subsides last! And the young, already wise woman knew exactly what this phrase meant.
Hermione felt her hand brush over the hard, cold stonewalls of the hallway she followed. It was dark, only shadowy frames could be seen but she welcomed it, a feeling of belonging here, inside of her. Had she chosen to use her wand to spend her light though, she would have seen the person, coming out of a room on her right side. So it happened that she ran right into it. Trained as ever she stepped away quickly, drawing her wand. Surprisingly she hadn't been the only one to react like that, for another wand was right at her throat and instantly her own on the floor. Shocked the young woman heard someone whisper a spell and expected to find herself on the ground the next moment. As she didn't feel anything she opened her eyes, to find that the one in front of her was no other than Draco Malfoy with his wand still on her throat and another one spending light.
It had only been a simple Lumos spell she realized.
The silence around them confused her even more, so she searched for something to say, something witty that would wash that look from his face and would make those strange feelings go away when she looked into his eyes, to get her out of this situation that made her feel so helpless and small. At his mercy!
"I won't beg!"
Hermione hadn't even noticed the small slip as she voiced her momentarily thoughts.
Immediately the man slipped the wand he had threatened her with back beneath the black cloak he wore, making the cloth rustle, while he looked away from her. The witch opened her mouth as she heard him mumble an excuse for his rude behaviour but all she brought over her lips was a simple "Sorry," herself.
His head snapped up at this, eyes wide he nodded, accepting her apology.
Seconds passed and none of them knew what to say. Sometime though Draco couldn't take it anymore. He didn't like the restlessness he felt when her eyes bore into him like that, daring him to say something wrong. He pulled his gaze away from the floor and looking up at the beautiful witch he noticed that he smiled. It was a small smile, almost invisible but she had seen it as her eyes were full of wonder.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, trying to suppress the always upwards-turning muscle in his face. Hermione on the other hand didn't seem to know what to reply so he bent down to pick up her wand from the dusty floor. Carefully he cleaned it with his cloak and then held it out in front of him. The woman took it back cautiously.
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'No! I won't die! Before I don't get my revenge, I will not die.' He thought grimly as he reached the portrait of the fat, pink lady, who sat snoring in her picture.
It was then that he heard somebody cough, behind him.
Hermes whirled around, horror written all over his face. A few feet away from him stood the form of his tall Transfiguration teacher in the shadow and stepped forward the moment he was seen.
"Professor Odell, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that it had gotten so late." Hermes said, hoping the old man wouldn't take any house-points from Gryffindor. The professor, a man of almost 63 years smiled at him, showing a few gaps between his teeth.
"Young man I wasn't about to punish you. Actually I'm here to take you to professor Dumbledore, who asked me to meet you here. I hope you don't mind if I ask though, where have you been?" the Gryffindors' head asked, still smiling kindly.
Before Hermes could answer, he looked at his wristwatch, a really big, old model, covering almost his whole, left wrist and then waved at the boy to follow him.
"It's getting late, the headmaster said you should have been here for almost ten minutes by now. We should hurry. He sounded quite serious." The man with the grey, slicked back hair said jokingly. He obviously knew about the rumours that said Dumbledore was just some old wizard who had gone nuts a long time ago. Hermes blushed in shame, as he thought about what Dumbledore might think about the people who said things like that. He certainly did not like his headmaster, that was true, but still he respected him.
"Here we are." Odell then suddenly said, stopping in front of a gargoyle-statue. "Now we only have to wait some more time, than we shall go inside."
Again the professor took a look at his watch.
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"Why do you carry two wands with you?" Hermione asked, unsure if the seemingly calm man beside her would be angry at her for asking something that really shouldn't matter to her. She was surprised yet again by him, who had declared that he would walk her to her rooms, as he replied without hesitation.
"In case something happens. I know that the war has been over for almost five years by now, it's a habit I guess. Actually I have three wands with me, you know. One inside of the cloak, one in a pocket of my robes and the other one, well it isn't even a real wand you know, here I'll show you." He smiled at her but then turned serious again.
"You've changed!" She had exclaimed, those simple words, suddenly meant something to him, also he wasn't sure what.
"So have you, haven't you?" Draco said, not looking at her but pulling his right sleeve upwards. They both stopped then, in the middle of the way, not really caring, as there wouldn't be anybody to come along here at this time. The young man held up his hand, into the shine of his wand. His grey eyes looked at a bracelet he wore around his wrist. It was a simple, silver band, fitting his wrist absolutely. Seemingly plain it suddenly shimmered white as he moved it nearer to the source of light. Small symbols became visible, carved into the delicate piece. The blonde had an almost dreamy look in his eyes as he looked back into Hermione's eyes.
"This is my most powerful!" he told her proudly. "It's better than any wand, enables me to use magic without using some wooden stick."
He watched her as he told her this. Saw her face grow excited and then back to a sheer look of wonder. Her eyes shone golden in the light of the wand he still held up. Her hair, freely flowing around her face was a light caramel brown.
"It's beautiful, but what is it?" the witch asked, unhappy about the fact that after all those years of studying and practical training she had never seen anything like this, or something that would have a slight resemblance.
He was pulled out of his thoughts that moment, disoriented he didn't answer but just looked at her blankly.
"Malfoy? Are you alright?" he heard her ask and nodded, then looked away.
"Just, sort of… thought about something." He told her, brushing the sleeve over his arm again and started to walk away. He didn't care if Hermione followed him, nor did he even think about where he was going. All he knew for sure was that he was confused. Very confused.
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Still waiting, Hermes and his professor stood in front of the statue. Hermes had pulled out his wand to spend him some light and inspected the gargoyle, something he had always wanted to do but had never found the time to.
The strange being, completely made of stone, was big, there was no other way to describe it. It was even taller than professor Odell, who certainly wasn't anything near small. Its fangs were shown as it grinned. Intruders would feel frightened by it, for the statue looked like it would come to life any moment, it's wings already spread to take flight and the claws in front of it to attack any unwelcome guests.
"Hermes!" the professor called suddenly.
The boy looked up and left his place as the man waved him over to him. Interested as to why Odell would want him to wait in the shadows he stepped next to him and put out his light. He wondered to himself when he felt Odell pull him nearer and lay his right arm around his shoulders fatherly. What did the man think he was doing?
"There they are." He heard him whisper in his left ear. And really, at the end of the corridor two people became visible. One his "Defence against Dark arts" teacher and Deputy headmaster, the other a young woman, hurrying to keep up to the man's large steps.
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Spazy-Sange – Thanks again! I'm glad that you like the story so far and I guess this chapter was more interesting than the last, I do like it better 'cause the real story finally starts. Anyways, the only thing I tell is that Hermes is not going to be a second Voldemort. I can say so much. He did have a rough past and… oh well the rest will be revealed later. As you've read it was neither of the persons standing behind him. To be honest first I did want it to be Dumbledore but as I saw your review I couldn't help myself. I like to surprise people and I think I did. I mean most fanfictions I've read until now were kinda predictable and I've to say that the exceptions were the best! I want my fic to be good, perhaps not one of the best but at least really good. And in order to achieve that I want it to be somewhat unpredictable. Oh yeah, one more thing, I read one of your fanfics, "Demented" and I absolutely love it.
aerion – No problem at all, you're welcome! And thanks again, I think I like being mysterious ;). I know that there are some things still unanswered but I can't help myself and I promise that everything will be solved in the end. In order to not forget anything I bought a note-book reserved for this fanfic and I really hope it'll help. This question if Draco could catch the snitch before Hermes could, I think I won't answer right now but you gave me an idea and I hope you don't mind if I use it in this fanfic?
Anonymous Good Reviews Lady – Thank you so much! I can't help but blush, all those compliments. Oh dear… I really hope you like the new chapter.
Felicity – Thank you! I really hope that this fic turns out to be one of the good.
Shadowwolf2371 – Thanks! I will keep writing, I promise, but I have to warn you, it might take a while until it's revealed who's descendant Hermes is (that's nothing to do with house-heirs though…)
ErInWrItEs – thanks! Again I'm blushing, that's like the tenth time in one day… About this talent thingy, thanks soooo much. This is after all my first fic and English isn't even my original language… So, you can guess just HOW happy I am.
Indigo Violet – Thanks, I'm happy myself! Well, who wouldn't… Anyways, I won't tell anything about this last sentence. I wrote it so people would wonder and ask themselves now does it have anything to do with Voldie or doesn't it? You will see, I promise. Do you like Tom Riddle? I do in fact (even though he's evil… I like the badboys…) and someday I'll write a fanfic staring Tom… *maniac laugh* Uhm yeah… Hope you like this chapter!
Elentari – And I hope you like it!
A/N: Sooo, you like it? Don't like it? Tell me… (You know, I wanna animate you into reviewing!) And tell me what you think of that fanfic-idea mentioned above. Well, I gotta go. Writing to do!