Basilisk Dreams: Chapter Three- Ice Skating
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"Are you all right Hermione?" Ron asked.
She looked at him, her brown eyes troubled, she seemed paler than usual and distracted.
"Yes, I'm just fine." She almost sighed.
"You don't look it!" He argued.
"Really, I'm fine," Hermione assured him.
He didn't believe her. He looked at her long and hard, letting her know he was worried. She didn't meet his gaze; that decided it for him, something as wrong. Suddenly he had an idea.
"Hermione?" He asked.
"Yes?"
"We're being allowed back out onto the grounds today. Sirius said they are letting us ice- skate on the lake. You wouldn't know how to ice-skate being muggle-born and all?" He asked her.
The past week she had been troubled, and quiet. She had done her lessons quietly; her hand hadn't flown up in class as much as it normally did. He was determined to cheer her up.
She looked up at him, smiling suddenly, "I know," She said.
"Then could you teach me?" He asked.
"Oh yes, I'd love to!" She replied, looking happier than he'd seen her all week.
"Ok then, I'll meet you down in the entrance hall in fifteen minutes," He said grinning.
"Ok."
* Hermione spun round on the ice with surprising grace for a usually rather clumsy girl. She had forgotten how much fun it could be! Beside her Ron fell over for about the fiftieth time that morning. Laughing she helped him up.
"It's not funny!" He protested.
"Come on, you'll get the hang of it soon enough, Just look at Harry!" She said.
They both looked in the raven haired boy's direction; he was faring worse than Ron, if that was possible. They watched as Ginny Weasley pulled him to his feet after taking a ptaiculary nasty tumble.
"Fancy a bit of competition?" Ginny called, "Let's see who can teach them not to fall over first1"
"Ok then!" Hermione called, "Ron's not so far off from learning!"
Right on queue Ron toppled over again. The girls howled.
"Are you sure Hermione?" Harry asked, from where he was still on the ice.
"Well, not quite." She replied laughing.
* An hour later and Hermione had won the competition by far. She had taught Ron how to stop himself, not to fall over and even started showing him how to go backwards.
Harry however was still on the starting blocks. Not able to go very fats and still falling down occasionally.
"Ok Hermione!" Ginny said, "I give up, you've won!"
Hermione smiled, "Never mind Harry, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it eventually."
Harry threw a ball of snow at her, she ducked it laughing.
"Next time, I want her fro a teacher!" He said pointing at Hermione.
Ginny pretended to pout, "Aren't I good enough?"
"Well if he can make that sort of progress in an hour and I only make a little bit!" Harry said.
"Ah yes, but maybe I've just got better balance," Ron laughed.
They went to the side of the lake and took their boots of, returning them to the muggle studies teacher who had been handing them out.
Walking back up to the castle with Ron, Hermione said: "Thank you."
He looked down at her puzzled.
"Thank you for what?" He asked.
"For cheering me up." She replied.
"Oh, so you admit something was wrong?" He asked.
"Well no. but well. I..." She trailed off; her eyes going distant, troubled.
"What is it Hermione?" He asked her stopping to face her. She tried to walk on but he moved to block her path.
"What is it?" He repeated.
"I.I've just been sleeping badly." She said meeting his worried gaze. Those sapphire eyes.
"Because you're worried for your parents?" He asked her.
"Well yes, I'm just worried about everything." She said.
It was getting dark; they were under strict instructions to be back in the castle before nightfall.
"We better get back," He said, "Don't worry Hermione; it will all turn out for the best."
She looked at him, "How can you be so sure?" She asked.
He didn't answer, merely steered her up towards the castle.
* Cassandra finished her marking for the week. Sighing she put down her quill and walked to the window of her office.
His face just would not leave her mind. How could he still have such effect on her? After all these years! He was older, she was older. Yet they hadn't changed at all.
She looked at the photo again; Sirius was looking at her in it. With the old adoration. That had been replaced by something bitter. Something put there by Voldemort's actions.
She felt tears sting in her eyes, how could one destroy so many people's happiness. Poor Harry. He had no parents. Poor Remus, the war had separated him from Emma.
Emma had been Remus' best friend and she suspected something a lot more. Unfortunately she was the only Gryffindor in a family of vicious Slytherins. Who had forced her to move away as soon as the war started, she had attended Beuxbatons for her last year at school. And they had lost touch.
There was another photo somewhere one with her on it. Feeling nostalgic Cassandra went to get her photo album. There were many spaces in it; she had given lots to Hagrid when he had written to her asking for photo's to give Harry. There were also many that she just couldn't bare to look at, they had Wormtail on them! She had done a spell to make his face disappear but she still knew he was there.
She came across a picture of Remus and Emma in their sixth year, laughing and smiling. James had taken this paticular picture. He must have said something to male them laugh.
After putting the album away with a heavy heart, she walked down to the staff room, why shouldn't she use it as well?
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"You know," Harry said at dinner that evening, "I really recognize that Professor Vablatsky but I just can't think where from!" He said.
"She writes text books. We had one of hers in third year." Hermione, matter- of-factly, "Maybe that's where you know her from?" "No, I don't think so." Harry said.
Ron shrugged. "I've never seen her before."
"Me neither." Ginny added.
And yet Harry was sure he'd seen her before.
* AN- Ok, so I know that was relatively short, but I have the next chapter ready! So read on and don't forget to review!
She looked at him, her brown eyes troubled, she seemed paler than usual and distracted.
"Yes, I'm just fine." She almost sighed.
"You don't look it!" He argued.
"Really, I'm fine," Hermione assured him.
He didn't believe her. He looked at her long and hard, letting her know he was worried. She didn't meet his gaze; that decided it for him, something as wrong. Suddenly he had an idea.
"Hermione?" He asked.
"Yes?"
"We're being allowed back out onto the grounds today. Sirius said they are letting us ice- skate on the lake. You wouldn't know how to ice-skate being muggle-born and all?" He asked her.
The past week she had been troubled, and quiet. She had done her lessons quietly; her hand hadn't flown up in class as much as it normally did. He was determined to cheer her up.
She looked up at him, smiling suddenly, "I know," She said.
"Then could you teach me?" He asked.
"Oh yes, I'd love to!" She replied, looking happier than he'd seen her all week.
"Ok then, I'll meet you down in the entrance hall in fifteen minutes," He said grinning.
"Ok."
* Hermione spun round on the ice with surprising grace for a usually rather clumsy girl. She had forgotten how much fun it could be! Beside her Ron fell over for about the fiftieth time that morning. Laughing she helped him up.
"It's not funny!" He protested.
"Come on, you'll get the hang of it soon enough, Just look at Harry!" She said.
They both looked in the raven haired boy's direction; he was faring worse than Ron, if that was possible. They watched as Ginny Weasley pulled him to his feet after taking a ptaiculary nasty tumble.
"Fancy a bit of competition?" Ginny called, "Let's see who can teach them not to fall over first1"
"Ok then!" Hermione called, "Ron's not so far off from learning!"
Right on queue Ron toppled over again. The girls howled.
"Are you sure Hermione?" Harry asked, from where he was still on the ice.
"Well, not quite." She replied laughing.
* An hour later and Hermione had won the competition by far. She had taught Ron how to stop himself, not to fall over and even started showing him how to go backwards.
Harry however was still on the starting blocks. Not able to go very fats and still falling down occasionally.
"Ok Hermione!" Ginny said, "I give up, you've won!"
Hermione smiled, "Never mind Harry, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it eventually."
Harry threw a ball of snow at her, she ducked it laughing.
"Next time, I want her fro a teacher!" He said pointing at Hermione.
Ginny pretended to pout, "Aren't I good enough?"
"Well if he can make that sort of progress in an hour and I only make a little bit!" Harry said.
"Ah yes, but maybe I've just got better balance," Ron laughed.
They went to the side of the lake and took their boots of, returning them to the muggle studies teacher who had been handing them out.
Walking back up to the castle with Ron, Hermione said: "Thank you."
He looked down at her puzzled.
"Thank you for what?" He asked.
"For cheering me up." She replied.
"Oh, so you admit something was wrong?" He asked.
"Well no. but well. I..." She trailed off; her eyes going distant, troubled.
"What is it Hermione?" He asked her stopping to face her. She tried to walk on but he moved to block her path.
"What is it?" He repeated.
"I.I've just been sleeping badly." She said meeting his worried gaze. Those sapphire eyes.
"Because you're worried for your parents?" He asked her.
"Well yes, I'm just worried about everything." She said.
It was getting dark; they were under strict instructions to be back in the castle before nightfall.
"We better get back," He said, "Don't worry Hermione; it will all turn out for the best."
She looked at him, "How can you be so sure?" She asked.
He didn't answer, merely steered her up towards the castle.
* Cassandra finished her marking for the week. Sighing she put down her quill and walked to the window of her office.
His face just would not leave her mind. How could he still have such effect on her? After all these years! He was older, she was older. Yet they hadn't changed at all.
She looked at the photo again; Sirius was looking at her in it. With the old adoration. That had been replaced by something bitter. Something put there by Voldemort's actions.
She felt tears sting in her eyes, how could one destroy so many people's happiness. Poor Harry. He had no parents. Poor Remus, the war had separated him from Emma.
Emma had been Remus' best friend and she suspected something a lot more. Unfortunately she was the only Gryffindor in a family of vicious Slytherins. Who had forced her to move away as soon as the war started, she had attended Beuxbatons for her last year at school. And they had lost touch.
There was another photo somewhere one with her on it. Feeling nostalgic Cassandra went to get her photo album. There were many spaces in it; she had given lots to Hagrid when he had written to her asking for photo's to give Harry. There were also many that she just couldn't bare to look at, they had Wormtail on them! She had done a spell to make his face disappear but she still knew he was there.
She came across a picture of Remus and Emma in their sixth year, laughing and smiling. James had taken this paticular picture. He must have said something to male them laugh.
After putting the album away with a heavy heart, she walked down to the staff room, why shouldn't she use it as well?
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"You know," Harry said at dinner that evening, "I really recognize that Professor Vablatsky but I just can't think where from!" He said.
"She writes text books. We had one of hers in third year." Hermione, matter- of-factly, "Maybe that's where you know her from?" "No, I don't think so." Harry said.
Ron shrugged. "I've never seen her before."
"Me neither." Ginny added.
And yet Harry was sure he'd seen her before.
* AN- Ok, so I know that was relatively short, but I have the next chapter ready! So read on and don't forget to review!