Chapter 3
Cloaked in Shadows
A shadow crossed the passageway. Hundreds of feet under the Bulgarian mansion, a man lurked. The torchlight fell on his sharp features and dark hair, while his eyes flicked back and forth, looking warily for some sign of life. Fortunately for him, there was no one else in the passageway, at least not as far as he could see. The torchlight's beam did not reach into the smaller crevasses or the long dark passageways, where anything could be watching. The man stepped cautiously as though looking for something. His seemingly uncoordinated hands groped for something. A knothole perhaps? Suddenly he found it whatever it was, and pronounced with utter perfection, "Keiermyo". The supposedly solid wall simply melted away from his fingertips. And instead there was yet another passageway. Krum blew out his lamp and melted into the darkness.
Hermione crossed yet another day off her calendar, counting down the days until school began. The average mind dreaded even the sight of a scroll or quill during the summon vacation. But, to Hermione, the symphony of the scratching of quills and the angelic sound of a book opening was like music to her ears. She loved to learn, and Hogwarts was the perfect place to do it. Hermione was out of her native country and staying in the house.mansion.of the famous seeker Victor Krum. Victor Krum appeared to have caught the "love bug" for Hermione. But ever since her visit she had been treated more like a favorite pet than someone worthy of the world-class seeker's attention. Hermione raised an eyebrow as she gazed at the calendar. She noticed that tomorrow was supposed to be the day of her departure, but Krum had specifically told her he was taking her to Professor R. L. Snugballs' book signing. There was something definitely strange going on. She sighed to herself, thinking about her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were probably having a much more enjoyable summer. Hermione, in the beginning at least, had been treated royally. Krum had waited on her every moment, and whenever she was sad, he attempted to cheer her up. They took moonlight broom rides, and shared a few romantic moments. But then, after only a week, she had been ignored. She barely saw him, if at all, and soon servants had locked her up in the library. This library, in fact, Hermione thought grimly to herself. It was an old library, and it seemed as though no one had been there for years. It had been completely dark until Hermione had cast a Lumos charm, and even then it was rather dim. She had redecorated the whole library, much to Krum's chagrin. Periwinkle blue decorated the trim of the library, the exact shade of her Yule Ball gown. Hermione frowned. At least I have memories.she thought. It was obvious to her that Krum's lack of attention showed that his infatuation was deteriorating at a rather rapid pace. She was definitely looking forward to Hogwarts this year. Suddenly the door burst open with a flash of blue light, blinding Hermione. A tall, hooded figure strode the room, apparently in no hurry to get there. Hermione finally regained vision, though spots still danced in front of her eyes. Above her was a Dementor. Author's note: MWAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! Sorry this is so short, midterms are coming up for us. *shiver* Anyway, read and review!! *hugs* ~*Green Eyes*~ ~Blue Eyes~ PS Anything seeming remotely odd has nothing to do with me, of course. Blame her!
Cloaked in Shadows
A shadow crossed the passageway. Hundreds of feet under the Bulgarian mansion, a man lurked. The torchlight fell on his sharp features and dark hair, while his eyes flicked back and forth, looking warily for some sign of life. Fortunately for him, there was no one else in the passageway, at least not as far as he could see. The torchlight's beam did not reach into the smaller crevasses or the long dark passageways, where anything could be watching. The man stepped cautiously as though looking for something. His seemingly uncoordinated hands groped for something. A knothole perhaps? Suddenly he found it whatever it was, and pronounced with utter perfection, "Keiermyo". The supposedly solid wall simply melted away from his fingertips. And instead there was yet another passageway. Krum blew out his lamp and melted into the darkness.
Hermione crossed yet another day off her calendar, counting down the days until school began. The average mind dreaded even the sight of a scroll or quill during the summon vacation. But, to Hermione, the symphony of the scratching of quills and the angelic sound of a book opening was like music to her ears. She loved to learn, and Hogwarts was the perfect place to do it. Hermione was out of her native country and staying in the house.mansion.of the famous seeker Victor Krum. Victor Krum appeared to have caught the "love bug" for Hermione. But ever since her visit she had been treated more like a favorite pet than someone worthy of the world-class seeker's attention. Hermione raised an eyebrow as she gazed at the calendar. She noticed that tomorrow was supposed to be the day of her departure, but Krum had specifically told her he was taking her to Professor R. L. Snugballs' book signing. There was something definitely strange going on. She sighed to herself, thinking about her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were probably having a much more enjoyable summer. Hermione, in the beginning at least, had been treated royally. Krum had waited on her every moment, and whenever she was sad, he attempted to cheer her up. They took moonlight broom rides, and shared a few romantic moments. But then, after only a week, she had been ignored. She barely saw him, if at all, and soon servants had locked her up in the library. This library, in fact, Hermione thought grimly to herself. It was an old library, and it seemed as though no one had been there for years. It had been completely dark until Hermione had cast a Lumos charm, and even then it was rather dim. She had redecorated the whole library, much to Krum's chagrin. Periwinkle blue decorated the trim of the library, the exact shade of her Yule Ball gown. Hermione frowned. At least I have memories.she thought. It was obvious to her that Krum's lack of attention showed that his infatuation was deteriorating at a rather rapid pace. She was definitely looking forward to Hogwarts this year. Suddenly the door burst open with a flash of blue light, blinding Hermione. A tall, hooded figure strode the room, apparently in no hurry to get there. Hermione finally regained vision, though spots still danced in front of her eyes. Above her was a Dementor. Author's note: MWAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! Sorry this is so short, midterms are coming up for us. *shiver* Anyway, read and review!! *hugs* ~*Green Eyes*~ ~Blue Eyes~ PS Anything seeming remotely odd has nothing to do with me, of course. Blame her!