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Chapter 3
Hermiome almost fell back off the log.
"'Ermione?" A voice said.
"Hagrid?" Hermione answered, jumping up. "What're you doing here?"
"Well, Professor Snape said he would feel a bit better if I came 'long with ye." Hagrid said happily. "If anyone can help ye with findin' a Centaur, it'll be me."
Hermione followed along next to him, as Hagrid walked deeper into the forest. The noises were now over-bearing Hermione, though Hagrid seemed to be doing fine.
"They should be this way." Hagrid said, pointing in a direction that had even more trees.
Dodging a small animal Hermione couldn't recognize, she climbed in-between the trees, and came into a clearing. Her mouth almost dropped open as she looked at 2 full-grown Centaurs. She came forward reluctantly while Hagrid boomed a hearty hello.
"Hello friends! How're ye doin'?" He said.
"Ah, Hagrid. You haven't visited us in while." The chestnut colored one said softly, bowing to him. "And who is your friend?"
"Yeah, I know." If it hadn't been so dark, Hermione was sure he blushed. "This is Hermione." He said, pulling her forward.
The other one, black-colored, stepped forward. "The stars are very interesting aren't they Hermione?" He bowed also. "I'm Tuthro. What is it you come for?"
Hermione looked nervously at Hagrid. "Well, I'm doing something important for my school. And I was, well, wondering if I may have a couple of you tail-hairs?"
The chestnut-colored Centaur nodded knowingly. "Yes, yes. We've heard of that. And the moon and stars have told us much more. You may pluck a few of my if you wish."
Uncertain, Hermione stepped forward, pulled a few strands from his tail, and carefully placed them in her bottle. "Thank you."
Tuthro smiled. "It is not a problem dear friend. And now, we must be off." He bowed, and then they galloped into even deeper woods.
"Wow, they aren't half bad." Hermione said as they walked back.
"Yeah. They kin grow on ye, those two." Hagrid said cheerfully.
"Yeah." Hermione muttered, and they walked the rest of the way in silence.
Hermione finally felt like she could breath when they walked out of the dense trees. Sighing, she walked up to the school. Hagrid said good-bye, and walked into his hut. Faintly, Hermione could hear Fang's bark of happiness.
"At least he's happy." Hermione said out-loud, shaking her head.
She slowly walked into the castle, then cautiously toward the statue. Snape was already there, impatiently tapping his foot.
"You think it took long enough?" he whispered angrily.
"No. It could have been longer." Hermione said carelessly.
"Come along. And bring the hairs." He paused. "That is, if you go them?"
Hermione gave him a look that could freeze the sun. "Yes. What else could you expect?"
Snape said nothing, and they walked toward his office. He opened the door, and let Hermione in.
"I'll be right back. I have to grab something from the common room." He said, slamming the door before she could answer.
Hermione looked around. "What in the world IS all this stuff?"
She pulled various things from the counters, and desk. While looking at something that looked extremely like a gruesome piece of Dragon intestine, Hermione knocked over a fragile looking bottle. Obviously it wasn't as fragile as she thought, though, because it didn't break. She held it in her hand.
"Hey! I haven't seen you in a while! But why are you in Snape's office?" Hermione said, examining it closer. It was her Time Turner. The one she had used in her 3rd year. The doorknob started turning, and Hermione hurriedly put the Time Turner in her pocket. This could definitely come in use.
Hermione rolled of her bed, knocking her head on the table beside it. Oh, great start to a Saturday, she thought with distaste, especially after that weird dream. Pulling herself up, she looked around, magicking the clothes she wanted to wear over to her bed. She quickly put on her jeans, a shirt, and then put on her Gryffindor cloak. The rest of the 3 year and up students should be going to Hogsmead today, but Hermione was going to have to miss out on it. She'd been there enough to know it by heart anyway. Stuffing the Time Turner in her pocket, she dragged her self to the Great Hall.
Almost immediately, she regretted deciding not to go to Hogsmead. Everyone going seemed so excited. She saw Ginny sitting next to Seamus, with Colin on the other side, laughing. She then spotted Harry and Ron talking, most probably about Quidditch. Hermione sighed, and sat down at the end of the table. Unfortunately, she had a good view of the Slytherin table. Pansy was there, although all over a different guy. Hermione felt like screaming, but instead stuffed her face with food, and fumed.
Quickly going through her food, Hermione got up and headed to the library. Where I can be alone, she thought to herself.
Opening the door, she looked inside. Good, no one's here, she though thankfully. Heading toward the very back of the library, Hermione felt the time turner in her pocket. She flopped down into a chair.
"Ah, sweet silence." She said softly, taking the time turner from her pocket.
She rolled it around in her fingers, remembering the old feel. She knew exactly what she could do with it. Tears began to form in her eyes. I can't, she said to herself sadly; it could ruin time, it could ruin everything.
But then again, it could make everything better. Hermione got up, and paced the floor. Could she really do it? Was she really THAT stupid? And was there really a way? Hermione sat down again, and set the turner on the table standing beside her. Putting her head into her hands, Hermione argued with her self.
Could she really go back in time, and save Draco from the horrible death he experienced?
Well, crud, sorry about the delay. I WAS having a slight writers block, so sorry if this chapter sux. I know it does. Anyway, thanks for all my reviews!
Chapter 3
Hermiome almost fell back off the log.
"'Ermione?" A voice said.
"Hagrid?" Hermione answered, jumping up. "What're you doing here?"
"Well, Professor Snape said he would feel a bit better if I came 'long with ye." Hagrid said happily. "If anyone can help ye with findin' a Centaur, it'll be me."
Hermione followed along next to him, as Hagrid walked deeper into the forest. The noises were now over-bearing Hermione, though Hagrid seemed to be doing fine.
"They should be this way." Hagrid said, pointing in a direction that had even more trees.
Dodging a small animal Hermione couldn't recognize, she climbed in-between the trees, and came into a clearing. Her mouth almost dropped open as she looked at 2 full-grown Centaurs. She came forward reluctantly while Hagrid boomed a hearty hello.
"Hello friends! How're ye doin'?" He said.
"Ah, Hagrid. You haven't visited us in while." The chestnut colored one said softly, bowing to him. "And who is your friend?"
"Yeah, I know." If it hadn't been so dark, Hermione was sure he blushed. "This is Hermione." He said, pulling her forward.
The other one, black-colored, stepped forward. "The stars are very interesting aren't they Hermione?" He bowed also. "I'm Tuthro. What is it you come for?"
Hermione looked nervously at Hagrid. "Well, I'm doing something important for my school. And I was, well, wondering if I may have a couple of you tail-hairs?"
The chestnut-colored Centaur nodded knowingly. "Yes, yes. We've heard of that. And the moon and stars have told us much more. You may pluck a few of my if you wish."
Uncertain, Hermione stepped forward, pulled a few strands from his tail, and carefully placed them in her bottle. "Thank you."
Tuthro smiled. "It is not a problem dear friend. And now, we must be off." He bowed, and then they galloped into even deeper woods.
"Wow, they aren't half bad." Hermione said as they walked back.
"Yeah. They kin grow on ye, those two." Hagrid said cheerfully.
"Yeah." Hermione muttered, and they walked the rest of the way in silence.
Hermione finally felt like she could breath when they walked out of the dense trees. Sighing, she walked up to the school. Hagrid said good-bye, and walked into his hut. Faintly, Hermione could hear Fang's bark of happiness.
"At least he's happy." Hermione said out-loud, shaking her head.
She slowly walked into the castle, then cautiously toward the statue. Snape was already there, impatiently tapping his foot.
"You think it took long enough?" he whispered angrily.
"No. It could have been longer." Hermione said carelessly.
"Come along. And bring the hairs." He paused. "That is, if you go them?"
Hermione gave him a look that could freeze the sun. "Yes. What else could you expect?"
Snape said nothing, and they walked toward his office. He opened the door, and let Hermione in.
"I'll be right back. I have to grab something from the common room." He said, slamming the door before she could answer.
Hermione looked around. "What in the world IS all this stuff?"
She pulled various things from the counters, and desk. While looking at something that looked extremely like a gruesome piece of Dragon intestine, Hermione knocked over a fragile looking bottle. Obviously it wasn't as fragile as she thought, though, because it didn't break. She held it in her hand.
"Hey! I haven't seen you in a while! But why are you in Snape's office?" Hermione said, examining it closer. It was her Time Turner. The one she had used in her 3rd year. The doorknob started turning, and Hermione hurriedly put the Time Turner in her pocket. This could definitely come in use.
Hermione rolled of her bed, knocking her head on the table beside it. Oh, great start to a Saturday, she thought with distaste, especially after that weird dream. Pulling herself up, she looked around, magicking the clothes she wanted to wear over to her bed. She quickly put on her jeans, a shirt, and then put on her Gryffindor cloak. The rest of the 3 year and up students should be going to Hogsmead today, but Hermione was going to have to miss out on it. She'd been there enough to know it by heart anyway. Stuffing the Time Turner in her pocket, she dragged her self to the Great Hall.
Almost immediately, she regretted deciding not to go to Hogsmead. Everyone going seemed so excited. She saw Ginny sitting next to Seamus, with Colin on the other side, laughing. She then spotted Harry and Ron talking, most probably about Quidditch. Hermione sighed, and sat down at the end of the table. Unfortunately, she had a good view of the Slytherin table. Pansy was there, although all over a different guy. Hermione felt like screaming, but instead stuffed her face with food, and fumed.
Quickly going through her food, Hermione got up and headed to the library. Where I can be alone, she thought to herself.
Opening the door, she looked inside. Good, no one's here, she though thankfully. Heading toward the very back of the library, Hermione felt the time turner in her pocket. She flopped down into a chair.
"Ah, sweet silence." She said softly, taking the time turner from her pocket.
She rolled it around in her fingers, remembering the old feel. She knew exactly what she could do with it. Tears began to form in her eyes. I can't, she said to herself sadly; it could ruin time, it could ruin everything.
But then again, it could make everything better. Hermione got up, and paced the floor. Could she really do it? Was she really THAT stupid? And was there really a way? Hermione sat down again, and set the turner on the table standing beside her. Putting her head into her hands, Hermione argued with her self.
Could she really go back in time, and save Draco from the horrible death he experienced?
Well, crud, sorry about the delay. I WAS having a slight writers block, so sorry if this chapter sux. I know it does. Anyway, thanks for all my reviews!