"Now, who here can name three muggle house hold appliances that need
electricity to function?" Hermione asked while looking around her
classroom. No students raised they're hands except for one. Hermione
thought this young girl who eagerly waved around her arm was like her when
she was young.
"A toaster, an oven, a refrigerator, a microwave and a can opener," she said while looking around the room proudly.
"Very good, Miss Monoke. Five points to Ravenclaw." The young Ravenclaw beamed and exchanged a look with a struggling Hufflepuff. This Hufflepuff, Miss O'Brian, also was like a young Hermione. She tried to tie back her bushy, caramel hair, had some acne among her freckles, but had large, black goggles for glasses. When Hermione was younger, she remembered the smarter ones were picked on...well... She was. Hermione bit her lip as she watched what looked like a tear trickled down the young one's cheek.
"Class dismissed," Hermione told everyone. All the students began filing out. Monoke and her group of girls walked past Miss O'Brian and bumped her, making her drop her ink bottles. Hermione helped her pick up her supplies.
"Miss O'Brian, is anything troubling you?" she asked while handing her a book. She peered at the professor through her thick glasses and shook her head. "If you say so," Hermione replied.
"Is your class over, then?" Professor Wilkins asked while coming in. He watched the girl walk past him.
"Hullo, Opal."
"Hi," Opal replied and walked out. Draco watched her leave.
"How was the first lesson then, Professor Granger?" He asked while displaying a handsome grin.
"Quite good, Professor Wilkins," She replied and smiled. Being professors was the coolest. Hermione remembered being a Prefect and getting huge amounts of respect, but none of that could compare to her power now.
"Shall we head out for lunch then, my love?" Draco asked and held out his arm.
"Oh yes, indeed," She said and took his arm and they headed downstairs to lunch. When they entered the Hall, there were hushed whispers among them and everyone looked scared and pale.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked in a quiet voice.
"Search me," Draco whispered back and looked around. Professor Garletts ran towards them, his gold and red eyes glistening with tears.
"Draco! Hermione! A student has been kidnapped!" He told them. The young professors gasped.
"Who?" They both asked in unison.
"Patrice Blaise. A first year from Slytherin. Severus is really worried. You know how much he loves his Slytherins." This was very true. Hermione remembered to well not only did he protect and care for them, but favoured them. "We need someone to search The Forest and The Library."
"I'll go look through the library, I know that place like the back of my hand," Hermione volunteered.
"Good then. I'll go search The Forbidden Forest," Keith told them. He turned on his heel and ran to The Entrance Hall.
"I'll go look on The Fifth Floor," Draco added in. Hermione gave him a short kiss.
"Be careful."
"I will."
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Hours passed and Hermione and Draco saw no sign of The Slytherin. All the students were sent to their dorms early while the professors searched the castle and grounds. Then, they finally found her.
"Will all professors meet in the staff lounge immediately," Minerva's voice echoed magically. When all the professors were there, Keith revealed the news.
"We found Miss Patrice Blaise, but I'm sorry to say she's no longer with us." Everyone gasped and Professor Snape buried his face in his hands. "I found her dead in the forest. And this..." he said while holding up a parchment letter. "Was found next to her body." He squinted his gold eyes trying to read the letter, couldn't, then handed it to Professor Leggs.
"Well? What's it say, Lorus?"
"It says 'The time has come for us to rise, more powerful than ever before. We will come for Hogwarts on The First Day of December. This is only a taste of the innocent blood we will spill. The Death Eaters.'" All the teachers looked around at each other.
"We have no other choice than to prepare for the horror Hogwarts will have to face," Dumbledore spoke up.
"Nothing this terrible has happened since The Chamber of Secrets reopened. Fortunately, no one died in those events. I regret to say Hogwarts may not make it through this tragedy."
A/N: Hogwarts might not make it? That sounds pretty scary to me. I wonder what will happen...Actually, I don't wonder, I know. HWAHAHA! Sorry this chapter came so late but I promise chapter three will come very, very soon.
"A toaster, an oven, a refrigerator, a microwave and a can opener," she said while looking around the room proudly.
"Very good, Miss Monoke. Five points to Ravenclaw." The young Ravenclaw beamed and exchanged a look with a struggling Hufflepuff. This Hufflepuff, Miss O'Brian, also was like a young Hermione. She tried to tie back her bushy, caramel hair, had some acne among her freckles, but had large, black goggles for glasses. When Hermione was younger, she remembered the smarter ones were picked on...well... She was. Hermione bit her lip as she watched what looked like a tear trickled down the young one's cheek.
"Class dismissed," Hermione told everyone. All the students began filing out. Monoke and her group of girls walked past Miss O'Brian and bumped her, making her drop her ink bottles. Hermione helped her pick up her supplies.
"Miss O'Brian, is anything troubling you?" she asked while handing her a book. She peered at the professor through her thick glasses and shook her head. "If you say so," Hermione replied.
"Is your class over, then?" Professor Wilkins asked while coming in. He watched the girl walk past him.
"Hullo, Opal."
"Hi," Opal replied and walked out. Draco watched her leave.
"How was the first lesson then, Professor Granger?" He asked while displaying a handsome grin.
"Quite good, Professor Wilkins," She replied and smiled. Being professors was the coolest. Hermione remembered being a Prefect and getting huge amounts of respect, but none of that could compare to her power now.
"Shall we head out for lunch then, my love?" Draco asked and held out his arm.
"Oh yes, indeed," She said and took his arm and they headed downstairs to lunch. When they entered the Hall, there were hushed whispers among them and everyone looked scared and pale.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked in a quiet voice.
"Search me," Draco whispered back and looked around. Professor Garletts ran towards them, his gold and red eyes glistening with tears.
"Draco! Hermione! A student has been kidnapped!" He told them. The young professors gasped.
"Who?" They both asked in unison.
"Patrice Blaise. A first year from Slytherin. Severus is really worried. You know how much he loves his Slytherins." This was very true. Hermione remembered to well not only did he protect and care for them, but favoured them. "We need someone to search The Forest and The Library."
"I'll go look through the library, I know that place like the back of my hand," Hermione volunteered.
"Good then. I'll go search The Forbidden Forest," Keith told them. He turned on his heel and ran to The Entrance Hall.
"I'll go look on The Fifth Floor," Draco added in. Hermione gave him a short kiss.
"Be careful."
"I will."
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Hours passed and Hermione and Draco saw no sign of The Slytherin. All the students were sent to their dorms early while the professors searched the castle and grounds. Then, they finally found her.
"Will all professors meet in the staff lounge immediately," Minerva's voice echoed magically. When all the professors were there, Keith revealed the news.
"We found Miss Patrice Blaise, but I'm sorry to say she's no longer with us." Everyone gasped and Professor Snape buried his face in his hands. "I found her dead in the forest. And this..." he said while holding up a parchment letter. "Was found next to her body." He squinted his gold eyes trying to read the letter, couldn't, then handed it to Professor Leggs.
"Well? What's it say, Lorus?"
"It says 'The time has come for us to rise, more powerful than ever before. We will come for Hogwarts on The First Day of December. This is only a taste of the innocent blood we will spill. The Death Eaters.'" All the teachers looked around at each other.
"We have no other choice than to prepare for the horror Hogwarts will have to face," Dumbledore spoke up.
"Nothing this terrible has happened since The Chamber of Secrets reopened. Fortunately, no one died in those events. I regret to say Hogwarts may not make it through this tragedy."
A/N: Hogwarts might not make it? That sounds pretty scary to me. I wonder what will happen...Actually, I don't wonder, I know. HWAHAHA! Sorry this chapter came so late but I promise chapter three will come very, very soon.