ACT 2
THEATRE ; Phantom of The Opera ACT 2 : " Who Are You ? "
Written by : Liz-zy-eve
A/N : There'll be another character come up in this chapter . ! It'll be lil' bit boring in the opening, but later an important thing will be going on . Enjoy and REVIEW , PLEASE . !! If you read this story , PLEASE REVIEW and just tell me what you think . !
~ + ~
You came up to me , once in that blue moon . With your rage and anger , you hauled my mind to my past . Have I ever seen you ? Have I ever seen those vicious eyes ? Why did I feel this : That I have known you before . Now , Please answer me , " Who Are You ? "
~ + ~
" Now , what case should we discussed here . ? "
Albus Dumbledore smiled lightly through his bushy white beard , glanced gently to all the prefects in that room behind his half moon glasses . Today , he had decided to pay a visit to the prefect meeting , listened and collected all their ideas and plans . Hermione joined with another Gryffindors prefects , reported little cases like the Fat Lady that often left her canvas lately to paid a visit to Sir Cadogan . And , as the meeting went by , Dumbledore was very succeed to made the hours felt lively with his wise words and jokes .
" I will put their canvas together on the entrance of Gryffindor , so The Fat Lady wouldn't meet any problems to doing her date . " He said , according to Hermione's report . Many times before , this meeting last with a terrible atmosphere . Prefects of Slytherin always spit out their horrible comments to ruined the circumstances . But now , in front of their headmaster , of course they had to keep their mouth shut .
" Very well . thank you so much for your reports . Off you go , then . ! " All of the prefects started to walked outside the room , except one girl ; Hermione . She stepped with doubts towards Dumbledore , and asked politely . " Professor . can I have a minute ? " He looked bewildered . " Was it very important , miss Granger . so you couldn't ask in front of them all ? " Dumbledore smiled slightly at her , let her sat right beside him . " Er . I just want to ask you one question . Not important , I think . " She stopped for a moment , then continuing . " Have you heard about an opera play in Hogwarts long time ago ? " His expression changed suddenly into Surprise and confusion , but then it went back to normal , and her question was answered . " Yes . I heard about that once . About twenty years ago , I supposed . the famous opera groups held their play in here every year . But , when Voldemort appeared , everything stopped suddenly . " " Why didn't we start it again ? Maybe it'll be more fun if the students allowed to perform the play . " She stopped abruptly , covered her mouth with her palms . Cut off the words of Albus Dumbledore . !? How rude and boorish herself was . ! Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Hermione herself didn't know why she could done something like that , but she felt something in her had risen up and pushed her strongly to spit it out , far from her consciousness and vigorous mind .
" I - I'm sorry . I didn't meant to be that impudent - But I think I got the answer. Thank you , professor . ! " Dumbledore looked at her closely . " Are you sure that nothing you want to asked me anymore . ? " " Yes . I think that's enough . " She answered firmly .
" Very well . Off you go , then . ! " Hermione nodded , then walk away with an enthusiastic eyesight of her headmaster right on her back.
* * * * *
Today , on the fourth Sunday in winter , the Great Hall was filled by enthusiasm . About ten minutes ago , every free activity was stopped suddenly . They who busied themselves by snow-war , throwing chilly snow ball at each other's face like The Weasleys , Harry Potter and the other Gryffindors , another person that sank in gossips such as Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil in front of the common room's fireplace , Slytherin quidditch team who had practiced persistently without noticing the chilly and frozen air , and a single people who demanded herself with heaps of books ; the one and only Hermione granger .
Now everyone sat in their own seat , filled with wonder and questions , when Albus Dumbledore and the teachers stepped in and sat on their seats , and what she saw was two horrible faces , they were Snape's and McGonnagal's . What is it about ? Is it about the exams or grades . !? Hermione started to worried . But when she saw her headmaster's face that full with joy , calmness started to crept up her mind again . Maybe it wasn't that bad .
" May I have your attention , please .? "
Professor McGonnagal clinked her spoon to her goblet , made a loud ringing sound which bring a silence in that hall right away . The headmaster risen from his chair , and started his speech with his genial smile . " Good afternoon , all the students of Hogwarts . Now , we are joining here to welcome a brand new event that will be held in our school this year . ! " Great hall was filled with noises immediately , discussing about the prediction of that event . Hermione released her breath . " This event . " He talked piercingly , tried to brought back the silent . " . will be held to makes us a little relax from all of the study and tasks . " Hermione could saw Professor McGonnagall's lips furrowed , she was positive that the professor tried as best as she could to hold back her words ;
" No need to relax ! All of the students must prepared themselves for the exam . !! "
Dumbledore continuing his words , which are the main point from all . " This is not a tournament like what we had last year , but Hogwarts will held a theatre play this year . ! " The noises came back all of a sudden ; some of the girls giggled and clapped their hands with joy , but the boys like Harry and Ron greeted it with no enthusiasm . What they're only thinking was ; Quidditch won't canceled again just like the past year . " Therefore , we will ask for your participations to accomplish this event . You can sign to the Head boy and girl , in one week . Don't miss this chance , because we never know when it'll be held again . ! "
Within few seconds , Hermione started to drawn again in her book , when all of the plates and goblets was filled by foods and pumpkin juice . But not one could bring her eyes from then , even a wave on the Weasley's palm right in front of her face . " God , Er-my-knee .. ! " He growled , glanced his eyes to Harry who supported him immediately . " Hermione , can you put down your book for a second and have some eat . !? " " I'm not hungry . " And along with that reply , their little conversation was over .
* * * * *
In that late evening , Hermione filled her notes with important words from library books , her right palm dancing on her piece of parchment , incised her black ink with her quill deeper and deeper . The night was go on and on , the air was freezing . She tighten her yellow-brown shawl around her neck , her palm was frozen . That place was empty and very quiet , the only one that could be heard was the scratches of her quill , until two footsteps came closer to her back .
" Hermione ."
She could felt a big and warm hand landed on her shoulder . That was Harry's , who is standing right in front of her now , looked at her with concern through his bright emerald eyes .
" Hey . " She answered him tiredly , sent a weak smile to Harry , and then Ron . He said nothing , but Hermione could see a deep comprehension in his eyes and from the way he looked at her . In this weeks lately , Ron has always cared about her , everything she had done . Reminded her to take some rest , eat more , pleased her with his good taste of humor , everything he could do . She felt happy , of course . But she still felt something anxious ; that what he had given her was not what she needed . Just not .
They took a seat at her right and left . " Hermione , I think you're too serious in studying lately . ! It's late already , you know . !? " Ron said , grab a book in front of her , but then closed it again . " Yeah . and you need some rest . So . " Harry glanced at Ron , then closed a book which she was read few minutes later immediately , grabbed her quills from her palm , then . Thump . ! A bunch of paper was laid on front of her . " Hey . ! " She cried in protest , but then her gaze moved to that papers , right to the big title which written on its cover ;
" MAR IA "
" W-what's this . !? " She looked awkwardly to her two best friends . Ron smiled gleefully , as if he had given her the most beautiful present on earth . " We signed you . ! " He said , still smiling , then looked at Harry who looked as happy as he did . " Signed me for wh- OH ! " Suddenly , she realized what they had done . " You-signed-me-for-the-theatre . !!!? " She buried her skull inside her arms , felt very depressed . " You both know that I was busy . I wouldn't have time for this . !! " Ron grunted . " You have enough time Hermione , but you've wasted it with being here all the bloody time .! Do some activity wouldn't make you brainless . ! Your life's so boring now . ! " Subsequently , Harry followed him . " Just take a look at it first. ! They said that this story was very famous since long time ago around wizarding world . It was a muggle story , because the writer was a son of muggles - just like you . " Ron followed him back . " My mom have the book , but I never read it . What I remember . the end was tragic . A tragedy love story . But Ginny said it was very good . She sobbed all night reading it . weepy girl . "
She thought of it , and where she should read this story . She couldn't do it right there , because in few minutes madam Pince will shoo them out . In her room , the girls will chatted noisily , made her couldn't concentrate at all . And , finally , that paradise flew up into her mind . The Opera Hall .
" This will be closed in few minutes . ! let's go back to common room . " Ron said to Harry and Hermione , got up . Harry followed him immediately , but Hermione still pinned on her chair , looked blankly at nowhere . " Hermione . ? " , they asked in unison .
For a moment , a massive war ongoing inside her mind . What should she do now ? tell Harry and Ron; her two and only best friend she ever had , about her paradise . ? Place where she could all alone every time , the warmness and beautiful atmosphere that she could never had in every place . tell them about her concealed paradise .?
NO .
The clear and obvious answer deep down her heart surprised her , egoism to had her paradise all for herself started to crept up her throat .
Only herself .
Nobody else .
But before she could spell it , another words flew out from her mouth . " I still have a thing with professor McGonnagall . Just go first . I'll catch you up later , OK . !? " She said , tried to looked as calm and normal as possible . " Ok . But don't too late . We'll have a test tomorrow . You need a lot of rest . ! " Ron said warmly , gave her his usual caring words with his comical smile .
For a moment , she felt sorry for lied to them , to her two best friends who walked far and far away from her , until disappeared at the end of her eyesight .
* * * * *
She stepped in there , to the warm and darkness . Like usual , as she stepped in , her wand was useless . She tried to remember stride by stride , two steps forward , left , a stair . And finally she reached the electricity . So she pushed it down , and the familiar dim sound of machine started to heard , and in few seconds light surrounded her . As she walked down the red carpetted stairs , surrounded by hundreds of red ocean of seats , she ongoing to flip that script , right to the first page . On there was written the title ; " MARIA " , and the writer ; " Luciola Marvatti " She scanned the words with her finger , as her feet taken her onto the stage . She flapped to the next page , the prologue of that story appeared there .
-- A young girl who carried her cross on the shoulder to Raverone , -- -- A city where the immorality and imperialism took over every parts of their life ,-- -- Injustices to they who abandoned and forsaken from the partial mighties .-- -- She reached out her helping hands to they who left with no hope , -- -- Open the way of God inside their hearts and souls with one simple word ; -- -- LOVE . --
-- A lad who was wealthy , under the name of his mighty ancestors . -- -- He stepped into her peaceful life , --
-- Gave her all the torture and temptation ,- - -- whipped and crowned her with thorns . --
-- Will his heart opened by her holy, pure and unbound devotion ? -- -- He will see another dawn , -- -- who arises for him with its golden morning glory ,-- -- carry back his wounding soul , by her love .-- -- Love of Maria . --
Words by words had put their spells on her , suck her to sink into the prologue , her mind imagined the story wildly , free her view to find every version that possible . She felt her sensation starting to shown . She flipped to another page , and what written there was the name of the casts .
Maria
She was the leading cast , who was followed by another name .
Lancelot
Lancelot . It must be the wealthy lad . She said to herself . She felt that name was very suit with his personal ; wealthy , partial , and a little evil , cruel . But anything could change .
Hermione started to sink deeper and deeper into her own imagination . She tried to figure out herself about the figure of Maria and Lancelot . But suddenly , a little voice seeps into her ears . Frozen in instance , she sharpen her ears . That sound heard again , from right behind her back . A roar . A wild animal's roar . She turned reflectively , and almost didn't trusted her eyes . Almost five meters from her , a massive black panther stood there , roared and shown its big canines . Its back was stretched up , the sharp nails ready to attack and ripped her to pieces.
Panic was risen up in her immediately , her breath was rushed and heavy , her heartbeats thumping her chest so badly . She couldn't move for a moment , her feet nailed to where she was. Collected all her courage , Hermione started to walk one stepped back , legs shivered with fear , then one more , two , and three . That panther didn't move at all , still where it was , kept on roaring and stretched up its back .
Just like an arrow that released from its arch , Hermione ran as fast as her feet could bring her , through the stage and stairs to underside , she could heard dimly a loud roaring and another steps behind her back , chasing her with a speed of light . But she didn't care anymore , what she could do now was kept on running and running . Her throat felt strangled , she couldn't breathe , she couldn't scream . She kept on running through the red stairs between the rows of chairs . But suddenly everything went blur , and her body was sent abruptly to the ground . The staircase hit her ribs so violently , she could do nothing but muttered softly .
I will be dead .
That's the first thing that run through her mind , when she turned back and the panther started to sprang upon her , opening its ten claws broadly . The panther body flew to the air , right towards her . She closed her eyes , waiting for the pain , scratches and blood . which was never came .
No blood , no pain , no scratches ... no roars . She felt confused to what happened , but then tried to gathered all of her courage . She opened her eyes leisurely , and what welcomed her was a pair of a deep and pale ,cold and vicious eyes . They saw right through hers , made her silenced , and for a while , her mind hauled to the past , something which she had missed and forgotten. The familiar sensation made her blood ran violently in her veins , her heart beating even harder .
The black panther now just staring at her , looked through her hazel eyes . Its groan had ended long time ago . The panther landed on top of her with its feet nailed down to the stairs , imprisoned her skull and whole of her body . She couldn't move in any way .
" Ferocious , deep and violent . Have I ever seen those eyes . ? " She almost certain that she had ever known them . This creature , who stood in front of her was a part of her past , where her memories that had been buried ; deep inside her mind , now risen up all over again . And , in the end , Hermione could stand it no more . Paid no attention to her senses and sanity, and that she wouldn't get the answer in any way , she opened her mouth slowly and asked a simple question .
" Who are you . ? "
The panther's eyes widened , looked bewildered and startled by that question . But then he pulled back abruptly , and disappeared to the backstage in the darkness , leave her alone with her question that left unanswered .
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A/N : Like it or not ? Do you realized or guessed something about that panther ? I think it's easy enough to find out ... ! Tell me what you think ... So ... PLEASE REVIEW ... !!!
THEATRE ; Phantom of The Opera ACT 2 : " Who Are You ? "
Written by : Liz-zy-eve
A/N : There'll be another character come up in this chapter . ! It'll be lil' bit boring in the opening, but later an important thing will be going on . Enjoy and REVIEW , PLEASE . !! If you read this story , PLEASE REVIEW and just tell me what you think . !
~ + ~
You came up to me , once in that blue moon . With your rage and anger , you hauled my mind to my past . Have I ever seen you ? Have I ever seen those vicious eyes ? Why did I feel this : That I have known you before . Now , Please answer me , " Who Are You ? "
~ + ~
" Now , what case should we discussed here . ? "
Albus Dumbledore smiled lightly through his bushy white beard , glanced gently to all the prefects in that room behind his half moon glasses . Today , he had decided to pay a visit to the prefect meeting , listened and collected all their ideas and plans . Hermione joined with another Gryffindors prefects , reported little cases like the Fat Lady that often left her canvas lately to paid a visit to Sir Cadogan . And , as the meeting went by , Dumbledore was very succeed to made the hours felt lively with his wise words and jokes .
" I will put their canvas together on the entrance of Gryffindor , so The Fat Lady wouldn't meet any problems to doing her date . " He said , according to Hermione's report . Many times before , this meeting last with a terrible atmosphere . Prefects of Slytherin always spit out their horrible comments to ruined the circumstances . But now , in front of their headmaster , of course they had to keep their mouth shut .
" Very well . thank you so much for your reports . Off you go , then . ! " All of the prefects started to walked outside the room , except one girl ; Hermione . She stepped with doubts towards Dumbledore , and asked politely . " Professor . can I have a minute ? " He looked bewildered . " Was it very important , miss Granger . so you couldn't ask in front of them all ? " Dumbledore smiled slightly at her , let her sat right beside him . " Er . I just want to ask you one question . Not important , I think . " She stopped for a moment , then continuing . " Have you heard about an opera play in Hogwarts long time ago ? " His expression changed suddenly into Surprise and confusion , but then it went back to normal , and her question was answered . " Yes . I heard about that once . About twenty years ago , I supposed . the famous opera groups held their play in here every year . But , when Voldemort appeared , everything stopped suddenly . " " Why didn't we start it again ? Maybe it'll be more fun if the students allowed to perform the play . " She stopped abruptly , covered her mouth with her palms . Cut off the words of Albus Dumbledore . !? How rude and boorish herself was . ! Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Hermione herself didn't know why she could done something like that , but she felt something in her had risen up and pushed her strongly to spit it out , far from her consciousness and vigorous mind .
" I - I'm sorry . I didn't meant to be that impudent - But I think I got the answer. Thank you , professor . ! " Dumbledore looked at her closely . " Are you sure that nothing you want to asked me anymore . ? " " Yes . I think that's enough . " She answered firmly .
" Very well . Off you go , then . ! " Hermione nodded , then walk away with an enthusiastic eyesight of her headmaster right on her back.
* * * * *
Today , on the fourth Sunday in winter , the Great Hall was filled by enthusiasm . About ten minutes ago , every free activity was stopped suddenly . They who busied themselves by snow-war , throwing chilly snow ball at each other's face like The Weasleys , Harry Potter and the other Gryffindors , another person that sank in gossips such as Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil in front of the common room's fireplace , Slytherin quidditch team who had practiced persistently without noticing the chilly and frozen air , and a single people who demanded herself with heaps of books ; the one and only Hermione granger .
Now everyone sat in their own seat , filled with wonder and questions , when Albus Dumbledore and the teachers stepped in and sat on their seats , and what she saw was two horrible faces , they were Snape's and McGonnagal's . What is it about ? Is it about the exams or grades . !? Hermione started to worried . But when she saw her headmaster's face that full with joy , calmness started to crept up her mind again . Maybe it wasn't that bad .
" May I have your attention , please .? "
Professor McGonnagal clinked her spoon to her goblet , made a loud ringing sound which bring a silence in that hall right away . The headmaster risen from his chair , and started his speech with his genial smile . " Good afternoon , all the students of Hogwarts . Now , we are joining here to welcome a brand new event that will be held in our school this year . ! " Great hall was filled with noises immediately , discussing about the prediction of that event . Hermione released her breath . " This event . " He talked piercingly , tried to brought back the silent . " . will be held to makes us a little relax from all of the study and tasks . " Hermione could saw Professor McGonnagall's lips furrowed , she was positive that the professor tried as best as she could to hold back her words ;
" No need to relax ! All of the students must prepared themselves for the exam . !! "
Dumbledore continuing his words , which are the main point from all . " This is not a tournament like what we had last year , but Hogwarts will held a theatre play this year . ! " The noises came back all of a sudden ; some of the girls giggled and clapped their hands with joy , but the boys like Harry and Ron greeted it with no enthusiasm . What they're only thinking was ; Quidditch won't canceled again just like the past year . " Therefore , we will ask for your participations to accomplish this event . You can sign to the Head boy and girl , in one week . Don't miss this chance , because we never know when it'll be held again . ! "
Within few seconds , Hermione started to drawn again in her book , when all of the plates and goblets was filled by foods and pumpkin juice . But not one could bring her eyes from then , even a wave on the Weasley's palm right in front of her face . " God , Er-my-knee .. ! " He growled , glanced his eyes to Harry who supported him immediately . " Hermione , can you put down your book for a second and have some eat . !? " " I'm not hungry . " And along with that reply , their little conversation was over .
* * * * *
In that late evening , Hermione filled her notes with important words from library books , her right palm dancing on her piece of parchment , incised her black ink with her quill deeper and deeper . The night was go on and on , the air was freezing . She tighten her yellow-brown shawl around her neck , her palm was frozen . That place was empty and very quiet , the only one that could be heard was the scratches of her quill , until two footsteps came closer to her back .
" Hermione ."
She could felt a big and warm hand landed on her shoulder . That was Harry's , who is standing right in front of her now , looked at her with concern through his bright emerald eyes .
" Hey . " She answered him tiredly , sent a weak smile to Harry , and then Ron . He said nothing , but Hermione could see a deep comprehension in his eyes and from the way he looked at her . In this weeks lately , Ron has always cared about her , everything she had done . Reminded her to take some rest , eat more , pleased her with his good taste of humor , everything he could do . She felt happy , of course . But she still felt something anxious ; that what he had given her was not what she needed . Just not .
They took a seat at her right and left . " Hermione , I think you're too serious in studying lately . ! It's late already , you know . !? " Ron said , grab a book in front of her , but then closed it again . " Yeah . and you need some rest . So . " Harry glanced at Ron , then closed a book which she was read few minutes later immediately , grabbed her quills from her palm , then . Thump . ! A bunch of paper was laid on front of her . " Hey . ! " She cried in protest , but then her gaze moved to that papers , right to the big title which written on its cover ;
" MAR IA "
" W-what's this . !? " She looked awkwardly to her two best friends . Ron smiled gleefully , as if he had given her the most beautiful present on earth . " We signed you . ! " He said , still smiling , then looked at Harry who looked as happy as he did . " Signed me for wh- OH ! " Suddenly , she realized what they had done . " You-signed-me-for-the-theatre . !!!? " She buried her skull inside her arms , felt very depressed . " You both know that I was busy . I wouldn't have time for this . !! " Ron grunted . " You have enough time Hermione , but you've wasted it with being here all the bloody time .! Do some activity wouldn't make you brainless . ! Your life's so boring now . ! " Subsequently , Harry followed him . " Just take a look at it first. ! They said that this story was very famous since long time ago around wizarding world . It was a muggle story , because the writer was a son of muggles - just like you . " Ron followed him back . " My mom have the book , but I never read it . What I remember . the end was tragic . A tragedy love story . But Ginny said it was very good . She sobbed all night reading it . weepy girl . "
She thought of it , and where she should read this story . She couldn't do it right there , because in few minutes madam Pince will shoo them out . In her room , the girls will chatted noisily , made her couldn't concentrate at all . And , finally , that paradise flew up into her mind . The Opera Hall .
" This will be closed in few minutes . ! let's go back to common room . " Ron said to Harry and Hermione , got up . Harry followed him immediately , but Hermione still pinned on her chair , looked blankly at nowhere . " Hermione . ? " , they asked in unison .
For a moment , a massive war ongoing inside her mind . What should she do now ? tell Harry and Ron; her two and only best friend she ever had , about her paradise . ? Place where she could all alone every time , the warmness and beautiful atmosphere that she could never had in every place . tell them about her concealed paradise .?
NO .
The clear and obvious answer deep down her heart surprised her , egoism to had her paradise all for herself started to crept up her throat .
Only herself .
Nobody else .
But before she could spell it , another words flew out from her mouth . " I still have a thing with professor McGonnagall . Just go first . I'll catch you up later , OK . !? " She said , tried to looked as calm and normal as possible . " Ok . But don't too late . We'll have a test tomorrow . You need a lot of rest . ! " Ron said warmly , gave her his usual caring words with his comical smile .
For a moment , she felt sorry for lied to them , to her two best friends who walked far and far away from her , until disappeared at the end of her eyesight .
* * * * *
She stepped in there , to the warm and darkness . Like usual , as she stepped in , her wand was useless . She tried to remember stride by stride , two steps forward , left , a stair . And finally she reached the electricity . So she pushed it down , and the familiar dim sound of machine started to heard , and in few seconds light surrounded her . As she walked down the red carpetted stairs , surrounded by hundreds of red ocean of seats , she ongoing to flip that script , right to the first page . On there was written the title ; " MARIA " , and the writer ; " Luciola Marvatti " She scanned the words with her finger , as her feet taken her onto the stage . She flapped to the next page , the prologue of that story appeared there .
-- A young girl who carried her cross on the shoulder to Raverone , -- -- A city where the immorality and imperialism took over every parts of their life ,-- -- Injustices to they who abandoned and forsaken from the partial mighties .-- -- She reached out her helping hands to they who left with no hope , -- -- Open the way of God inside their hearts and souls with one simple word ; -- -- LOVE . --
-- A lad who was wealthy , under the name of his mighty ancestors . -- -- He stepped into her peaceful life , --
-- Gave her all the torture and temptation ,- - -- whipped and crowned her with thorns . --
-- Will his heart opened by her holy, pure and unbound devotion ? -- -- He will see another dawn , -- -- who arises for him with its golden morning glory ,-- -- carry back his wounding soul , by her love .-- -- Love of Maria . --
Words by words had put their spells on her , suck her to sink into the prologue , her mind imagined the story wildly , free her view to find every version that possible . She felt her sensation starting to shown . She flipped to another page , and what written there was the name of the casts .
Maria
She was the leading cast , who was followed by another name .
Lancelot
Lancelot . It must be the wealthy lad . She said to herself . She felt that name was very suit with his personal ; wealthy , partial , and a little evil , cruel . But anything could change .
Hermione started to sink deeper and deeper into her own imagination . She tried to figure out herself about the figure of Maria and Lancelot . But suddenly , a little voice seeps into her ears . Frozen in instance , she sharpen her ears . That sound heard again , from right behind her back . A roar . A wild animal's roar . She turned reflectively , and almost didn't trusted her eyes . Almost five meters from her , a massive black panther stood there , roared and shown its big canines . Its back was stretched up , the sharp nails ready to attack and ripped her to pieces.
Panic was risen up in her immediately , her breath was rushed and heavy , her heartbeats thumping her chest so badly . She couldn't move for a moment , her feet nailed to where she was. Collected all her courage , Hermione started to walk one stepped back , legs shivered with fear , then one more , two , and three . That panther didn't move at all , still where it was , kept on roaring and stretched up its back .
Just like an arrow that released from its arch , Hermione ran as fast as her feet could bring her , through the stage and stairs to underside , she could heard dimly a loud roaring and another steps behind her back , chasing her with a speed of light . But she didn't care anymore , what she could do now was kept on running and running . Her throat felt strangled , she couldn't breathe , she couldn't scream . She kept on running through the red stairs between the rows of chairs . But suddenly everything went blur , and her body was sent abruptly to the ground . The staircase hit her ribs so violently , she could do nothing but muttered softly .
I will be dead .
That's the first thing that run through her mind , when she turned back and the panther started to sprang upon her , opening its ten claws broadly . The panther body flew to the air , right towards her . She closed her eyes , waiting for the pain , scratches and blood . which was never came .
No blood , no pain , no scratches ... no roars . She felt confused to what happened , but then tried to gathered all of her courage . She opened her eyes leisurely , and what welcomed her was a pair of a deep and pale ,cold and vicious eyes . They saw right through hers , made her silenced , and for a while , her mind hauled to the past , something which she had missed and forgotten. The familiar sensation made her blood ran violently in her veins , her heart beating even harder .
The black panther now just staring at her , looked through her hazel eyes . Its groan had ended long time ago . The panther landed on top of her with its feet nailed down to the stairs , imprisoned her skull and whole of her body . She couldn't move in any way .
" Ferocious , deep and violent . Have I ever seen those eyes . ? " She almost certain that she had ever known them . This creature , who stood in front of her was a part of her past , where her memories that had been buried ; deep inside her mind , now risen up all over again . And , in the end , Hermione could stand it no more . Paid no attention to her senses and sanity, and that she wouldn't get the answer in any way , she opened her mouth slowly and asked a simple question .
" Who are you . ? "
The panther's eyes widened , looked bewildered and startled by that question . But then he pulled back abruptly , and disappeared to the backstage in the darkness , leave her alone with her question that left unanswered .
* * * * *
A/N : Like it or not ? Do you realized or guessed something about that panther ? I think it's easy enough to find out ... ! Tell me what you think ... So ... PLEASE REVIEW ... !!!