Two Sides
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Author: What to say, what to say? *Words of wisdom* Be proud, for one day you shall die! *End words of wisdom* (That was not intended to be morbid in any way) *Ponderment* Why is it people tell you to be proud when pride is a 'Deadly Sin?' *End ponderment* Ok, that has nothing to do with anything except everything but lets give you all what you want (I mean the story!!).
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Outside the door of the DADA classroom, the students were chatting amongst themselves waiting for the arrival of their teacher. It has been 2 minutes since class has begun when a voice rang over the chatter.
"Good day class, sorry I'm a bit late. If you would all take your seats inside, we will begin business." A man who looked rather familiar said, cutting through the students.
Everyone piled in and sat down Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors sat at groups around the room, the trio sitting at the closest group towards the front, since all three of them loved Defense Against the Dark Arts and were pretty good at it, with all their practice.
"I am your new DADA teacher since you scared the rest away. You all may call me Professor Bask. I assume most of you know my cousin, you knew him as Professor Lupin." At his last statement, the class cheered silently for their favorite old DADA teacher and hoped their new one would be similar.
"Any relative of Lupin has to be cool!" Ron whispered to his friends in excitement.
I wonder how we'll get rid of this one. Hermione said, the ruder Hermione to be exact. The voice in the back of Hermione's mind that said it was Hermione, but Hermione doubted it was her, Hermione. All of this was very confusing. Why are you always so negative? Hermione, the nicer Hermione, asked the less than nice one. I only say what you are afraid to. Hermione was relieved at the fact that this voice could be heard by no one except herself. I have to tell Harry and Ron.
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"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked Ron upon arrival at the common room and coming to the conclusion Hermione wasn't there.
"I don't know, why?" Ron asked from a chair by the fireplace.
"I haven't seen her since after DADA, she went off for Muggle Studies and wasn't there at lunch."
"I noticed she wasn't at lunch, but I didn't think twice about it." Ron said, a little ashamed.
"Where could she be? I have checked nearly everywhere!" Harry exclaimed.
"Even the library?"
"Err-no."
"Wouldn't that be the first place to look?" Ron said, giving Harry a look that said 'DUH!'.
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You're not going to find anything, keep looking if you wish, the voice taunted her. Oh shutup you! Hermione snapped at the annoyingly negative thoughts. I'll find something, the library must have something… Hermione told herself over and over despite the voice's taunting.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled at the sight of her flipping anxiously through book after book.
"SHHHHH!" Madam Pince hissed at Harry.
"Oops.." He whispered.
"Have you been here all lunch?" Ron asked Hermione as they reached her.
"Mm hmm." She hummed her answer, discarding the book she was previously skimming through into a pile and picking up a book from another.
"What are you looking for?" Ron asked, picking up the book she just set down.
"Dangerous Potions and their Deadly Effects?" Harry asked, reading over Ron's shoulder.
If you tell them, they'll think you're crazy, they'll tell Dumbledore and he'll send you away to a Magical Mental Hospital where your daily meals consist of gross, colorful jello and strange liquids that make you sick to your stomach that are supposed to be "good for you". You might even get a room next to the Longbottoms' and see a familiar faces every once in a while when their son comes to visit them. It teased, tugging at her conscious making her believe. No, no! Hermione thought, her face horror stricken, They would never do that to me! … But they would, they would. It would finally convince your parents that you are crazy and that there never was any school or magic and that you just made it all up to make yourself think you were special!
"NO!!!!!" Hermione shrieked and ran past the pair of extremely worried boys and a very surprised Madam Pince out of the library. She ran and ran until she found an empty broom closet off of a deserted corridor and she stepped inside and cried. She cried long and hard, so hard she couldn't think and that was good for she also couldn't hear the one who caused her to sob taunting her even more.
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Author: I thought that was a good place to stop. I hope you liked this chapter; it took the effort of typing to make. Well, they all do but itz late so my fingers hurt from chatting all day long. Finally, I just wanna say, "I love you Basket and I hope your knee gets better! Also thx for nagging me to update, otherwise I would be the beloved little procrastinator I am."