Harry Potter Fanfiction
Chapter Three: This is a Nightmare!
Hermione shot up in her bed, eyes wide open. Sweat was dripping down her cheeks and her neck. "Have I just dreamt what I think I dreamt?" she asked herself. Of course, no one answered, for no one was in the room with her.
There was no possible way Malfoy would help her save a girl, much less a Gryffindor girl. And even if he would have, she wouldn't have kissed him just because he helped her.
She sat there in her scarlet red sheets correcting everything that had happened in her dream that couldn't be true, but she couldn't help wondering, was her conscience trying to tell her something? Of course not!
She got up and quietly crept over to where she had neatly stacked the books needed for classes the night before. She dug through the books till she found the one she was looking for, Hogwarts, a History, Edition 9.
This book was extremely heavy for not only did it include new information but also the information from the past eight editions. Sixth years were only required to bring edition six (corresponding to the year), but she was ahead on the reading like usual.
She crept over to the windowsill and sat on the ledge. She opened the book to the index that was located in the back. She scanned the many pages for the "G's". Finally she found the one subject that she was looking for. She flipped to the noted page.
Ghosts can be found all over Hogwarts. There is one ghost for each house, those of which resided at Hogwarts first. Most of these ghosts died in the ninth century, but many of the ghosts that reside at Hogwarts died in the sixteenth century, also. During the day, ghosts float around the school, sometimes being known to interrupt the classes. Although, at night they float off into the Forbidden Forest, often known to live up and in the trees.
"So my dream was wrong yet again, there are no such things as ghost rooms. HA! I outsmarted my dream. Well, actually, technically, I outsmarted myself because it WAS my dream."
She gazed out her window towards the forest and the Whomping Willow. Then she looked towards the dormitories.
As she looked, she saw a small flicker of light coming from a window. She leaned forward closer to the window. She recognized the unruly black hair and the round glasses. It was Harry.
She wondered what he was thinking about. Ron had told her once before that there had been many a night he had seen Harry sitting by the window, staring into nothing.
She went to her nightstand and grabbed some parchment and a quill. She knew it was wrong and totally against the rules, but she knew she wasn't going to be getting any shut-eye soon and she needed something to do to clear her troubled mind that was still on the unsettling dream.
She finished writing on the parchment and tiptoed over to the owl in the silver cage next to her bed. She had gotten the small tree owl that summer as a gift for making Prefect and had decided to name the bird Shirvey. She held her finger to her chapped lips as she approached the cage.
She opened Shirvey's cage and gave the owl the letter that she had written. "To Harry, but quietly," she whispered as she opened the window a crack and pointed to Harry's window.
The air whipped through the opening and filled the room. It was cold and bitter and sharp like piercing knives. It smelt of the nearby forest with a hint of the water from the deep blue lake. She tugged the blanket off her bed and wrapped it around herself as she sat down next to the window again.
She grabbed the closest candle to her and lit it with a small flame. The light barely filled the room but it was bright enough to give Harry a sign as to where she was.
Harry was not thinking of anything in particular, just letting his mind run free as he looked out to the scenery that surrounded the school. All of the sudden, he saw an owl flying his way. He slowly and carefully cracked open the window enough for the owl to fly in.
The owl flew to his bedpost and Harry gave the bird one of Hedwig's treats as he took the parchment from his beak.
Funny seeing you Harry at this time, ey? It's Hermione.look over a tower and up two levels; you see a small flicker of light like yours? So, what were you thinking about, looking at, but more importantly (I have to ask this because I'm a Prefect, oh the joys of the job) why in Heaven's name are you up at this time of the night? Love, Mione~
'I've taught her bad things!' he thought to himself, 'She's breaking like twenty school rules!'
He went and got some parchment and a quill and started to write. Once he'd finished, he scanned the windows for the light she had written of. He found it, gave the letter to the owl, and pointed towards the window. Off the owl flew.
Harry caught Hermione's eye and gave her a I'm-disappointed-in-you look and then smiled. Hermione opened the letter and gave Shirvey a treat.
I was thinking, though I hesitate to say, about you.and Ron. And I was thinking about the things I want to do with me life. I'm thinking of taking up the violin. You should know Mione; you lived in the muggle world. Every guy I know who plays the violin has a beautiful girl who knows and loves him. What do you think? And even better, they don't play musical instruments in the wizarding world; I'd be a hit! Although, I would present such a nuisance to Mr. Weasley seeing as what his job is. Did you get an owl? She's pretty. How is she with Crookshanks, that devil cat? Harry.
She giggled at reading that he wanted to take up the violin. She tried to picture him bowing away, trying so hard to have emotion from the music in his expressions on his face, but it just made her chuckle more. She started to write again.
The violin? To get the girls to like you? Com'on Harry, you're the most popular guy at Hogwarts! I know tons of girls who like you. My owl's name is Shirvey. Crookshanks didn't come with me this year. He got in trouble on our vacation and as a punishment; he had to stay with my parents during the school year. Though, I'm starting to think that it will be more of a punishment for my parents than the cat. I really would think twice about the whole violin thing. Love, Mione~
The owl flapped back over to the window Harry was sitting at and landed. Harry could tell that the owl was starting to get tired for she was greatly slowing down. He gently pulled the letter from the owl's beak and leaned back to read.
He set down the letter and pulled the parchment into his lap. He started to write, this one quite a bit longer than the rest. And quite a bit more serious. When he was done, he handed it back to Shirvey and sent her on her way.
You don't understand. I want the girl who likes me to actually know me. I mean, I liked Cho Chang for a while, but now I'm over her. She didn't even KNOW me. Oh, now you know a really big secret and don't tell anyone. I may not like her anymore, but I don't want somebody finding out and publish it somewhere. Anyways, you are the only girl who really knows me. All of the other girls like me because of my fame. They read the things on me and think they are all real. They aren't! I mean, I've read somethings that say, "LEARN WHAT HARRY IS REALLY LIKE! HIS INSIDE LIFE AS HE TELLS ALL!" And then, the article talks about how I'm going out with the latest Quidditch witch hero or how I broke some rule during the summer that had to do with magic. Sure I've done it before, but not like how they say. It is ridiculous and the girls think that that stuff is true. You know the truth and I want a girl to like me because of who I really am, not what someone says I am. The only girl as of right now who knows who I really am is you, and you are taken by my best friend. It's true that I'm not totally sure as to how the violin will help a girl get to know me, but maybe it would help, you never know until you try. Maybe a witch from a muggle family will hear I play the violin and so does she and we'll have something in common. I mean, what would you want me to play, the bass? Oh I can just imagine myself playing that! Actually I can't really imagine myself playing the violin either. Oh, how about the flute?! Now that is a joke! Harry.
She just couldn't help but laugh when she read this. She started thinking about Harry playing an instrument. She paired Harry with every instrument she could think of.
She grabbed the parchment and wrote two words and sent it on its way to his room.
When it got to him he opened it and had to do everything in his power to keep from laughing at her reply this time. It read:
The Clarinet
They sat at their windows, writing to each other through the night. Soon the sun started to peep over the horizon. They wrote their goodbyes, waved, smiled, and left the windows to get ready for school. They would not want to get caught. Not only that, but it was their first day of classes and they had to be well rested which they weren't. They would just chew gum, the muggle invention Hermione had brought with her just for herself, but had decided to share with Harry on this special occasion, and do their best to get through the day awake.
Chapter Three: This is a Nightmare!
Hermione shot up in her bed, eyes wide open. Sweat was dripping down her cheeks and her neck. "Have I just dreamt what I think I dreamt?" she asked herself. Of course, no one answered, for no one was in the room with her.
There was no possible way Malfoy would help her save a girl, much less a Gryffindor girl. And even if he would have, she wouldn't have kissed him just because he helped her.
She sat there in her scarlet red sheets correcting everything that had happened in her dream that couldn't be true, but she couldn't help wondering, was her conscience trying to tell her something? Of course not!
She got up and quietly crept over to where she had neatly stacked the books needed for classes the night before. She dug through the books till she found the one she was looking for, Hogwarts, a History, Edition 9.
This book was extremely heavy for not only did it include new information but also the information from the past eight editions. Sixth years were only required to bring edition six (corresponding to the year), but she was ahead on the reading like usual.
She crept over to the windowsill and sat on the ledge. She opened the book to the index that was located in the back. She scanned the many pages for the "G's". Finally she found the one subject that she was looking for. She flipped to the noted page.
Ghosts can be found all over Hogwarts. There is one ghost for each house, those of which resided at Hogwarts first. Most of these ghosts died in the ninth century, but many of the ghosts that reside at Hogwarts died in the sixteenth century, also. During the day, ghosts float around the school, sometimes being known to interrupt the classes. Although, at night they float off into the Forbidden Forest, often known to live up and in the trees.
"So my dream was wrong yet again, there are no such things as ghost rooms. HA! I outsmarted my dream. Well, actually, technically, I outsmarted myself because it WAS my dream."
She gazed out her window towards the forest and the Whomping Willow. Then she looked towards the dormitories.
As she looked, she saw a small flicker of light coming from a window. She leaned forward closer to the window. She recognized the unruly black hair and the round glasses. It was Harry.
She wondered what he was thinking about. Ron had told her once before that there had been many a night he had seen Harry sitting by the window, staring into nothing.
She went to her nightstand and grabbed some parchment and a quill. She knew it was wrong and totally against the rules, but she knew she wasn't going to be getting any shut-eye soon and she needed something to do to clear her troubled mind that was still on the unsettling dream.
She finished writing on the parchment and tiptoed over to the owl in the silver cage next to her bed. She had gotten the small tree owl that summer as a gift for making Prefect and had decided to name the bird Shirvey. She held her finger to her chapped lips as she approached the cage.
She opened Shirvey's cage and gave the owl the letter that she had written. "To Harry, but quietly," she whispered as she opened the window a crack and pointed to Harry's window.
The air whipped through the opening and filled the room. It was cold and bitter and sharp like piercing knives. It smelt of the nearby forest with a hint of the water from the deep blue lake. She tugged the blanket off her bed and wrapped it around herself as she sat down next to the window again.
She grabbed the closest candle to her and lit it with a small flame. The light barely filled the room but it was bright enough to give Harry a sign as to where she was.
Harry was not thinking of anything in particular, just letting his mind run free as he looked out to the scenery that surrounded the school. All of the sudden, he saw an owl flying his way. He slowly and carefully cracked open the window enough for the owl to fly in.
The owl flew to his bedpost and Harry gave the bird one of Hedwig's treats as he took the parchment from his beak.
Funny seeing you Harry at this time, ey? It's Hermione.look over a tower and up two levels; you see a small flicker of light like yours? So, what were you thinking about, looking at, but more importantly (I have to ask this because I'm a Prefect, oh the joys of the job) why in Heaven's name are you up at this time of the night? Love, Mione~
'I've taught her bad things!' he thought to himself, 'She's breaking like twenty school rules!'
He went and got some parchment and a quill and started to write. Once he'd finished, he scanned the windows for the light she had written of. He found it, gave the letter to the owl, and pointed towards the window. Off the owl flew.
Harry caught Hermione's eye and gave her a I'm-disappointed-in-you look and then smiled. Hermione opened the letter and gave Shirvey a treat.
I was thinking, though I hesitate to say, about you.and Ron. And I was thinking about the things I want to do with me life. I'm thinking of taking up the violin. You should know Mione; you lived in the muggle world. Every guy I know who plays the violin has a beautiful girl who knows and loves him. What do you think? And even better, they don't play musical instruments in the wizarding world; I'd be a hit! Although, I would present such a nuisance to Mr. Weasley seeing as what his job is. Did you get an owl? She's pretty. How is she with Crookshanks, that devil cat? Harry.
She giggled at reading that he wanted to take up the violin. She tried to picture him bowing away, trying so hard to have emotion from the music in his expressions on his face, but it just made her chuckle more. She started to write again.
The violin? To get the girls to like you? Com'on Harry, you're the most popular guy at Hogwarts! I know tons of girls who like you. My owl's name is Shirvey. Crookshanks didn't come with me this year. He got in trouble on our vacation and as a punishment; he had to stay with my parents during the school year. Though, I'm starting to think that it will be more of a punishment for my parents than the cat. I really would think twice about the whole violin thing. Love, Mione~
The owl flapped back over to the window Harry was sitting at and landed. Harry could tell that the owl was starting to get tired for she was greatly slowing down. He gently pulled the letter from the owl's beak and leaned back to read.
He set down the letter and pulled the parchment into his lap. He started to write, this one quite a bit longer than the rest. And quite a bit more serious. When he was done, he handed it back to Shirvey and sent her on her way.
You don't understand. I want the girl who likes me to actually know me. I mean, I liked Cho Chang for a while, but now I'm over her. She didn't even KNOW me. Oh, now you know a really big secret and don't tell anyone. I may not like her anymore, but I don't want somebody finding out and publish it somewhere. Anyways, you are the only girl who really knows me. All of the other girls like me because of my fame. They read the things on me and think they are all real. They aren't! I mean, I've read somethings that say, "LEARN WHAT HARRY IS REALLY LIKE! HIS INSIDE LIFE AS HE TELLS ALL!" And then, the article talks about how I'm going out with the latest Quidditch witch hero or how I broke some rule during the summer that had to do with magic. Sure I've done it before, but not like how they say. It is ridiculous and the girls think that that stuff is true. You know the truth and I want a girl to like me because of who I really am, not what someone says I am. The only girl as of right now who knows who I really am is you, and you are taken by my best friend. It's true that I'm not totally sure as to how the violin will help a girl get to know me, but maybe it would help, you never know until you try. Maybe a witch from a muggle family will hear I play the violin and so does she and we'll have something in common. I mean, what would you want me to play, the bass? Oh I can just imagine myself playing that! Actually I can't really imagine myself playing the violin either. Oh, how about the flute?! Now that is a joke! Harry.
She just couldn't help but laugh when she read this. She started thinking about Harry playing an instrument. She paired Harry with every instrument she could think of.
She grabbed the parchment and wrote two words and sent it on its way to his room.
When it got to him he opened it and had to do everything in his power to keep from laughing at her reply this time. It read:
The Clarinet
They sat at their windows, writing to each other through the night. Soon the sun started to peep over the horizon. They wrote their goodbyes, waved, smiled, and left the windows to get ready for school. They would not want to get caught. Not only that, but it was their first day of classes and they had to be well rested which they weren't. They would just chew gum, the muggle invention Hermione had brought with her just for herself, but had decided to share with Harry on this special occasion, and do their best to get through the day awake.