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Here's chapter 6 for you. I'm trying to get it up ASAP. Please read/review!!
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CHAPTER 6Hermione ran down the corridor, quick as her legs would take her. Her eyes were swelling up with tears, real tears. She hadn't meant to really snap at Malfoy, but all these years of constant teasing and mocking had finally gotten to her. She couldn't take it anymore.
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Malfoy stood, outside the Slytherin portrait hole, taken aback. He hadn't meant for Granger to run off like that.
He needed this tutoring session as much as he hated to admit it. He would be behind the whole class if he didn't take this opportunity.
There was only one thing to do…go after her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Hermione rounded the next corner, with speed she ran inside a small circular room. Closing the dark oak door behind her, she suddenly came to her senses. She had no idea where she was.
She stopped and took a look around herself.
She was in a dark, damp circular room. It was pitch black except for a single candle burning on a wooden shelf. Reflecting on the moist cobwebby walls.
Hermione tensed up, a shiver ran down her spine.
She looked around and found a chair; walking over to it she sat down and breathed a sigh of relief.
As a reflex she reached inside her robes for her wand…yet this time, she emerged empty handed.
She jumped up, off the chair immediately.
"Where is my wand?" she said out loud.
Not having a wand was terrifying enough, but getting an answer to her rhetorical question was petrifying.
"Why do you ask me, how shall I know where you have misplaced your wand?"
Hermione stopped fiddling and froze. Had she just heard a voice, a voice answer her question?
Her pulse started to race, her eyes became unfocused, her mind was boggling, her breathing was irregular.
"Hello…?" She whispered.
"Hello my dear. What brings you to this part of the castle? I have not had visitors in many, many years."
A soft, calm sounding voice answered.
Hermione gasped. She hadn't expected there to be a ghost in this room. Ghost were free spirits in Hogwarts, they roamed the castle grounds just like the students and professors. They weren't locked up in dark rooms.
"I'm...I'm…sorry to disturb you, but…I…uh…was just running and I didn't know where I was going, and I guess…I just ended up here. Excuse me but who are you?" Hermione tried to calm herself, she thought of pleasant ghost, like Nearly Headless Nick.
"Oh no my dear, for I am not what you think. I am not a ghost, I am the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the door, the shelves, the candles, the air, I am a spirit, I am all the space of this room."
Hermione was confused, she had never heard of a talking room before. Puzzled and interested she sat herself back down on the chair and asked another question.
"I don't understand, how can you be everything in this room?"
The voice laughed,
"Let me tell you a story.
It all happened two centuries ago, on an evening like any other.
Professor Martin Benjamin entered his study room, just like he had done every single night after the pupils had gone off to bed. Little did he know, this night was about to be different.
He entered in through this doorway, and walked over to his desk to empty his book bag like usual.
Yet as he placed his first books on the desk, he spotted a note.
He picked it up and opened it.
It was written in familiar handwriting, he recognized it as his fiancé's.
The letter read: My beloved Martin,
With all my heart I love you dearly. And this is very hard for me to say.
I have been captured by a dark wizard. None other than 'Patricius'.
I am locked away in this jail cell like room, with no food, water or communication.
Lucky I am to have my owl 'Dessy' with me. This is the last letter you will receive from me, as I was told that I am being taken to a new location…for my death.
I cannot give you any more information regarding my whereabouts, as I myself do not know.
I just want to tell you my love, that you should not worry, I am going to be fine.
I love you with all my heart and always will.
Yours always,
Amelia.
The voice continued,
You see Martin and Amelia were to marry the following morning. They were always together, yet all this day he had not seen Amelia anywhere.
Benjamin was torn. He was devastated. He knew he could not live without his one true love.
He felt he needed to be with her.
And so, in this room he spent his last minutes…at this desk.
The voice stopped speaking.
Hermione was so teary eyed, that she nearly burst out crying.
She straightened up in the chair and asked, "So you are…"
The voice continued, "Yes, I am Martin Benjamin. But I am not his soul, just his sprit.
He spent so many nights in this room, that he couldn't leave it behind.
That is why he left a spirit, a memory of himself in this room.
For I cannot be seen, touched or sensed; I can only be heard. I am Martin Benjamin's spirit."
Hermione now understood. It all made sense.
"So you are Martin Benjamin. I have read all about you, in Hogwarts a History, Revised Edition.
You are the top professor that went missing one evening. So did Amelia Hocklet, and you were never found.
To this day, you are considered one of the best wizards Hogwarts has ever seen.
And this is where you are, this is what happened to you.
Well…I'm Hermione Granger. Seventh Year Hogwarts witch, and Head Girl. I am very honoured to meet you."
"I am glad you know who I am. And I am honoured to meet you as well Hermione."
"I'm sorry sir. But I came into this room by accident, and I have to get to class. I will right now, go and find Headmaster Dumbledore and tell him all about you. It was certainly a pleasure to meet you."
Hermione smiled, thanked the spirit and walked over to the oak door, read to exit.
Before she could turn the handle, she was stopped.
"Ah my dear, there is one problem. The door to this room does not open from the inside. Only from the outside, with an unlocking spell."
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AN: DUN DUN DUN, Hermione is stuck in the room with a spirit and no wand…what will happen?
That was a very productive chapter for me!
I was just making it up on the way. It just flowed…I think I'm getting a plot happening here.
So, what did you think?
Luv, Kate
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