Author's note: Um. I won't hold you back for long, but this story is about
the other girl in Hermione's cabin. We assume, there to always be five, and
this is about the fourth. I plan to, later, explain the fifth. Enjoy!
An Unknown Girl, An Unknown Story
To Riddle went to Headmaster Dippet's office and knocked on the door. Now that he framed that idiot Hagrid for the attacks, maybe he could stay for the summer at Hogwarts. He couldn't go back too the orphanage.
"Come in," said a deep voice.
"Professor, could I-" Tom was interrupted by a knock.
"Yes?' Dippet asked, and the door opened. Dumbledore walked in.
"Ah, yes." Dippet said. "I'm sure you'll excuse us, Tom?"
Dippet and Dumbledore walked out, whispering to each other.
Dumbledore, the fool, Tom thought. He's always getting in the way.
Tom stood up and walked to the desk. He picked up a piece of parchment that lay on top of the many papers and quills scattered on top of the desk, and read it. It was from Kayla Barber, the Divination teacher, to Dippet. Something about a prophecy.
Tom folded the parchment up and stuck it in his pocket. He might need it later.
*** Professor Trewlaney stared into her crystal ball. What was it trying to tell her? She couldn't see it like she used to be able to, all those years ago. A white light, from all directions, in a graveyard. Somehow she could tell it was Halloween. But what could it mean? She'd have to use the tea leaves.
She drained the teacup and looked inside it. There was the pumpkin, which meant Halloween. She saw the sword; a brave person. And there was the Grim. Death. She'd have to warn Albus.
*** "So you're sure?" asked Albus from the fire.
"Absolutely positive." Trewlaney replied. "A Gryffindor, most likely. But not Harry"
"Not Harry?" Albus asked. "You don't think it's-"
"Yes, I do."
*** Jessie Owens sat on her four-poster bed, writing in her journal. Hermione was reading a book, what a surprise, and Lavender and Parvati were talking about some boy or another. Probably Dean or Harry.
Jessie had a way of becoming inconspicuous, like the Leaky Cauldron. People just didn't notice her. It wasn't some magical power she was born with, like in some muggle movies, she just didn't draw attention to herself, and it worked. People just didn't notice her when she wanted to be alone. That was a lot of times, though. There were some times she wanted to clear her mind and stare off into space. But doing that didn't stop some people. Seamus and Dean, for example. Not that that was a bad thing. They were funny.
They had been getting more and more attention. In the past Harry's latest adventure or Ron's latest Chess Tournament, and sometimes Hermione's latest record-breaking grade had overshadowed them. Recently there had been a contest in the Daily Prophet called Amateur artist Talent Search. Dean entered it- and won. Now he was going to do some sort of gallery.
Seamus was the new Gryffindor keeper on the Quidditch team. He was said to be the next Oliver Wood. He had a good eye for things like colors, angles, and things like that. Those were good in more than one area, though. Dean was giving him drawing lessons. He was getting pretty good.
"Jessie," Hermione said, who had come up beside her when she didn't notice. "Time for dinner."
"I'm coming," Jessie grumbled, getting out of bed.
*** Dumbledore looked up from the Pensieve that sat on his desk. He didn't need to use it to remember this.
Before he died, Headmaster Dippet had told him of a prophecy. A prophecy that few knew about, in case the information fell into the wrong hands. There was to be two children, children that would do something great. So great, in fact, that the largest evil in the world would be destroyed. They hoped so, because in fact Lord Voldemort was back, unlike many thought.
The problem was that Voldemort had already gotten to one of them. And he was about to get the other.
The prophecy was confusing. It said something about a transition, or a compromise, and he couldn't make it fit.
Dumbledore stood up and sighed. He had better get to dinner. He had an announcement.
*** Dumbledore stood up from the Head Table in the Great Hall. He glanced at Professor Trewlaney, who nodded. Well, if she was sure.
He knew he had to do something to get everyone in the Great hall, so if something happened, he could be there to stop it.
"On Halloween, we will be having a costume ball for the whole school." He said. "It is mandatory."
There were groans form the various tables.
"Calm down, calm down," Dumbledore said. "I assure you, it will be fun. It won't be that bad, will it?"
"I guess not," Harry told Ron. "It can't be worse than last year's."
"Yeah," Ron said, eyeing Hermione. "It can't be that bad. I don't think it's possible."
*** Harry wrote a message on a piece of parchment and folded it up. He carefully handed it to the person next to him, which happened to be Seamus.
What're you for Halloween? Harry needed some ideas, before he ran out of time. The costume ball was only a few days away, and he still wasn't sure what he was going to be.
A few minutes later, after McGonnagal hassled Seamus a bit for not turning in his homework, Harry got an answer.
I'm not doing the costume ball this year, Harry; I'm busy.
Strange. Seamus had been busy a lot lately. Not showing up at Quidditch practice, among other things. Nobody knew why.
"Harry!" barked Professor McGonnagal. "Since you know so much that you don't have to pay attention, tell me how to prevent permanently trapping yourself in the form of a cactus!"
Harry drew a blank and just stared at her.
"Five points from Gryffindor for daydreaming in class." McGonnagal said. "Jessie, would you know?"
Jessie? Harry thought as a girl about two rows down started to make up something that McGonnagal would believe as an answer. She was wearing a Gryffindor tie, so she must be in Gryffindor. Oh, she must be one of the girls in Hermione's dorm. He didn't hang out with the girls in his year too much, besides Hermione. But I don't even remember her, and she's in my own year. She must be one of the really quiet ones.
*** "Where's Dean?" Jessie asked as she walked out of the common room with Seamus on Halloween. Jessie, Dean, and Seamus made it a tradition to explore some new part of the castle every Tuesday night, no matter how much homework they had. They usually were forced by Dean to stare at paintings and sculptures the whole time, but it was fun.
"Malfoy stabbed him with a quill in Divination." Seamus said, shaking his head. "I don't know why they make us take that class with the Slytherins, too! It used to be the only class we could get away from them! And it's bad enough we actually have to sit through the class with that bat!"
"You should've taken Arithmancy. We've barely got to do anything work, with Professor Vector bragging on Hermione so much. I've never had a better student in all my years of teaching," Jessie imitated. "Like I care. Less work for me. It's really hard."
"Hey, look at this statue," Seamus said. "It's really old. You know, it looks sort of like Professor Binns."
"Hey! I think it is, look." Jessie said, walking towards the statue for a better look. Jonathon Binns was-"
Jessie disappeared.
"What?" Seamus said aloud, bewildered. He went over to the statue to examine it and a felt a hook around his navel. It was a portkey.
Seamus landed in a graveyard. Weird.
"No," Seamus saw a crowd of Death Eaters surrounding Jessie near a statue that looked oddly familiar. "No!" He ran towards them-
And was grabbed by two Death Eaters behind him. They carried to a nearby tree and locked him up in shackles to keep him there.
"What's going on?" he asked. "What do you want with her?"
"Oh, you'll see." Said a nearby Death Eater in a menacing voice.
Something weird was going on. More and more Death Eaters were gathering around Jessie. It was like some game. They were in a circle, and Jessie was in the middle.
Seamus tried to get free from his bonds, but the more he struggled the more they cut into his wrists.
A low chanting started from the group. One person started it, and then the people around him took it up.
Seamus tried even harder to get loose from his chains and shackles. Jessie had told him something about this. She said it happened to her parents, and her sister. She didn't say what had happened to them from it, though. A rusty screw started to rattle from the shackle on his left wrist.
More and more people took up the chanting. Jessie was turning around and around where she stood, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Seamus was pulling and twisting and turning to get loose now. A trickle of blood came down from his wrists.
The Death Eaters had their wands pointed at Jessie and a bright light came from them to her. She was lifted from the ground, higher and higher above everyone's heads.
Seamus understood what was happening now. He wouldn't let it happen. He wouldn't. He was ripping and tearing at the shackles now. There was a stream of blood coming from both wrists now, but he didn't notice it. He felt some of the rusty screws give way.
The Death Eaters had stopped their chanting and Jessie hung in the air for a few seconds before dropping to the ground. The Death Eaters apparated away.
Just when Jessie hit the ground, Seamus broke free of his bonds, falling to his knees. Ignoring the pain, he ran to Jessie's side, but knew before he got there that she was dead. There was nothing he could do.
Nothing.
Author's note: Was it good? I worked really hard on it so.. Yeah. Review, please?
An Unknown Girl, An Unknown Story
To Riddle went to Headmaster Dippet's office and knocked on the door. Now that he framed that idiot Hagrid for the attacks, maybe he could stay for the summer at Hogwarts. He couldn't go back too the orphanage.
"Come in," said a deep voice.
"Professor, could I-" Tom was interrupted by a knock.
"Yes?' Dippet asked, and the door opened. Dumbledore walked in.
"Ah, yes." Dippet said. "I'm sure you'll excuse us, Tom?"
Dippet and Dumbledore walked out, whispering to each other.
Dumbledore, the fool, Tom thought. He's always getting in the way.
Tom stood up and walked to the desk. He picked up a piece of parchment that lay on top of the many papers and quills scattered on top of the desk, and read it. It was from Kayla Barber, the Divination teacher, to Dippet. Something about a prophecy.
Tom folded the parchment up and stuck it in his pocket. He might need it later.
*** Professor Trewlaney stared into her crystal ball. What was it trying to tell her? She couldn't see it like she used to be able to, all those years ago. A white light, from all directions, in a graveyard. Somehow she could tell it was Halloween. But what could it mean? She'd have to use the tea leaves.
She drained the teacup and looked inside it. There was the pumpkin, which meant Halloween. She saw the sword; a brave person. And there was the Grim. Death. She'd have to warn Albus.
*** "So you're sure?" asked Albus from the fire.
"Absolutely positive." Trewlaney replied. "A Gryffindor, most likely. But not Harry"
"Not Harry?" Albus asked. "You don't think it's-"
"Yes, I do."
*** Jessie Owens sat on her four-poster bed, writing in her journal. Hermione was reading a book, what a surprise, and Lavender and Parvati were talking about some boy or another. Probably Dean or Harry.
Jessie had a way of becoming inconspicuous, like the Leaky Cauldron. People just didn't notice her. It wasn't some magical power she was born with, like in some muggle movies, she just didn't draw attention to herself, and it worked. People just didn't notice her when she wanted to be alone. That was a lot of times, though. There were some times she wanted to clear her mind and stare off into space. But doing that didn't stop some people. Seamus and Dean, for example. Not that that was a bad thing. They were funny.
They had been getting more and more attention. In the past Harry's latest adventure or Ron's latest Chess Tournament, and sometimes Hermione's latest record-breaking grade had overshadowed them. Recently there had been a contest in the Daily Prophet called Amateur artist Talent Search. Dean entered it- and won. Now he was going to do some sort of gallery.
Seamus was the new Gryffindor keeper on the Quidditch team. He was said to be the next Oliver Wood. He had a good eye for things like colors, angles, and things like that. Those were good in more than one area, though. Dean was giving him drawing lessons. He was getting pretty good.
"Jessie," Hermione said, who had come up beside her when she didn't notice. "Time for dinner."
"I'm coming," Jessie grumbled, getting out of bed.
*** Dumbledore looked up from the Pensieve that sat on his desk. He didn't need to use it to remember this.
Before he died, Headmaster Dippet had told him of a prophecy. A prophecy that few knew about, in case the information fell into the wrong hands. There was to be two children, children that would do something great. So great, in fact, that the largest evil in the world would be destroyed. They hoped so, because in fact Lord Voldemort was back, unlike many thought.
The problem was that Voldemort had already gotten to one of them. And he was about to get the other.
The prophecy was confusing. It said something about a transition, or a compromise, and he couldn't make it fit.
Dumbledore stood up and sighed. He had better get to dinner. He had an announcement.
*** Dumbledore stood up from the Head Table in the Great Hall. He glanced at Professor Trewlaney, who nodded. Well, if she was sure.
He knew he had to do something to get everyone in the Great hall, so if something happened, he could be there to stop it.
"On Halloween, we will be having a costume ball for the whole school." He said. "It is mandatory."
There were groans form the various tables.
"Calm down, calm down," Dumbledore said. "I assure you, it will be fun. It won't be that bad, will it?"
"I guess not," Harry told Ron. "It can't be worse than last year's."
"Yeah," Ron said, eyeing Hermione. "It can't be that bad. I don't think it's possible."
*** Harry wrote a message on a piece of parchment and folded it up. He carefully handed it to the person next to him, which happened to be Seamus.
What're you for Halloween? Harry needed some ideas, before he ran out of time. The costume ball was only a few days away, and he still wasn't sure what he was going to be.
A few minutes later, after McGonnagal hassled Seamus a bit for not turning in his homework, Harry got an answer.
I'm not doing the costume ball this year, Harry; I'm busy.
Strange. Seamus had been busy a lot lately. Not showing up at Quidditch practice, among other things. Nobody knew why.
"Harry!" barked Professor McGonnagal. "Since you know so much that you don't have to pay attention, tell me how to prevent permanently trapping yourself in the form of a cactus!"
Harry drew a blank and just stared at her.
"Five points from Gryffindor for daydreaming in class." McGonnagal said. "Jessie, would you know?"
Jessie? Harry thought as a girl about two rows down started to make up something that McGonnagal would believe as an answer. She was wearing a Gryffindor tie, so she must be in Gryffindor. Oh, she must be one of the girls in Hermione's dorm. He didn't hang out with the girls in his year too much, besides Hermione. But I don't even remember her, and she's in my own year. She must be one of the really quiet ones.
*** "Where's Dean?" Jessie asked as she walked out of the common room with Seamus on Halloween. Jessie, Dean, and Seamus made it a tradition to explore some new part of the castle every Tuesday night, no matter how much homework they had. They usually were forced by Dean to stare at paintings and sculptures the whole time, but it was fun.
"Malfoy stabbed him with a quill in Divination." Seamus said, shaking his head. "I don't know why they make us take that class with the Slytherins, too! It used to be the only class we could get away from them! And it's bad enough we actually have to sit through the class with that bat!"
"You should've taken Arithmancy. We've barely got to do anything work, with Professor Vector bragging on Hermione so much. I've never had a better student in all my years of teaching," Jessie imitated. "Like I care. Less work for me. It's really hard."
"Hey, look at this statue," Seamus said. "It's really old. You know, it looks sort of like Professor Binns."
"Hey! I think it is, look." Jessie said, walking towards the statue for a better look. Jonathon Binns was-"
Jessie disappeared.
"What?" Seamus said aloud, bewildered. He went over to the statue to examine it and a felt a hook around his navel. It was a portkey.
Seamus landed in a graveyard. Weird.
"No," Seamus saw a crowd of Death Eaters surrounding Jessie near a statue that looked oddly familiar. "No!" He ran towards them-
And was grabbed by two Death Eaters behind him. They carried to a nearby tree and locked him up in shackles to keep him there.
"What's going on?" he asked. "What do you want with her?"
"Oh, you'll see." Said a nearby Death Eater in a menacing voice.
Something weird was going on. More and more Death Eaters were gathering around Jessie. It was like some game. They were in a circle, and Jessie was in the middle.
Seamus tried to get free from his bonds, but the more he struggled the more they cut into his wrists.
A low chanting started from the group. One person started it, and then the people around him took it up.
Seamus tried even harder to get loose from his chains and shackles. Jessie had told him something about this. She said it happened to her parents, and her sister. She didn't say what had happened to them from it, though. A rusty screw started to rattle from the shackle on his left wrist.
More and more people took up the chanting. Jessie was turning around and around where she stood, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Seamus was pulling and twisting and turning to get loose now. A trickle of blood came down from his wrists.
The Death Eaters had their wands pointed at Jessie and a bright light came from them to her. She was lifted from the ground, higher and higher above everyone's heads.
Seamus understood what was happening now. He wouldn't let it happen. He wouldn't. He was ripping and tearing at the shackles now. There was a stream of blood coming from both wrists now, but he didn't notice it. He felt some of the rusty screws give way.
The Death Eaters had stopped their chanting and Jessie hung in the air for a few seconds before dropping to the ground. The Death Eaters apparated away.
Just when Jessie hit the ground, Seamus broke free of his bonds, falling to his knees. Ignoring the pain, he ran to Jessie's side, but knew before he got there that she was dead. There was nothing he could do.
Nothing.
Author's note: Was it good? I worked really hard on it so.. Yeah. Review, please?