Chapter Four: Toy Wands, Stars, and the Moon

Before their eyes, balls of light, like stars, fluttered about at amazing speeds around them. They lights had different colors; blues, pinks, purples, golds, and greens of every shade flew by creating a rainbow in the depths of the forest.

"Wow." Ron stood in amazement, Harry next to him with awe on his face.

"Yeah, what you said," said Harry. "So, what are they? Stars?"

"Not exactly," giggled Hermione. She whistled and the lights froze in place. They weren't lights after all. They were- "Fairies!" exclaimed Hermione. Harry grew a grin on his face, but Ron looked a little uneasy.

"Fairies," laughed Harry. He had never really seen a fairy before. They were small, standing about six or seven inches and had wings of every color imaginable. They looked like a young girl's play figurine, and were quite beautiful. "So, do they talk?"

"Well, they all speak Fairy but only two or three of them can speak English. It's very hard to hear them when they do speak, you have to hold them up to your ear."

"How did you know about them?" asked Ron.

"Well, when I was about eight years old, I was wandering around out here and I found this carving of a fairy on a tree." Hermione pointed out the carving.

"Well there are four slashes underneath the picture. I didn't know what it meant so I started to beat on the tree. After hitting it the forth time the fairies came out. That's when I found out I was a witch."

"What do you mean? You didn't know already?" asked Harry.

"Well…um… I was a late starter. But I started to talk to the Calinta, one of the Fairies, a she said that muggles couldn't summon them but witches and wizards could. After that day I started to notice weird stuff all around me and that I could make things move without touching them.

"I had always believed in weird stuff and people with magical powers, which a lot of people thought was weird because I have always been a very logical person. Especially my parents, but I got to shove it in their faces the day I got my Hogwarts letter."

"Which one's Calinta?" asked Harry.

"Um…" Hermione looked around trying to spot her. "That one over there with the gold wings and blue and pick dress. She's their queen; she makes all of the major decisions for them. That's why she can speak English. She needs to be in communication with others to further benefit her 'tribe'. Hey, Calinta! Over here!"

"Yes, madam?" the fairy squeaked.

"Well isn't she polite," said Ron sarcastically.

"What's your problem?" asked Hermione.

"Nothing."

"Whatever."

"Madam, who are these people whom you have brought? Not muggles I hope."

"Hey! I'm no muggle. Why are you insulting me like that? I could easily step-."

"Ron! What the heck is your problem!" scolded Hermione. Ron stayed quiet the rest of the time occasionally mumbling something to himself. "They're not muggles, these are my friends Ron and Harry."

"Madam, is that Harry as in Potter?"

"Yeah, it is. How did you know who I was?" asked Harry.

"All magical creatures know who you are. Thanks to you, we fairies are free."

"What do you mean?"

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named enslaved us during his rein and used as a messengers to the Death Eaters. Once You-Know-Who was left powerless because of you, we were free of him and his horrible Imperious Curse."

"Oh. You know, it's weird that I keep learning more about my past all the time that everyone already knows. Its kind of unnerving."

"Thank you, Harry," squeaked Calinta.

"You're welcome, I guess."

"Besides, even if you weren't who you were, I'd know anyway. Madam always talks about you. She talks about how brave you are and how smart you are and how cu-."

"Hey! Its getting late we should get to bed. We'll see you again sometime, Calinta," Hermione blurted quickly.

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"Hey Ron, what was bothering you out there?" asked Harry. He was laying on his bed staring out the window at the lake, a large full moon reflecting off of its surface. It made him think of Prof. Lupin.

"Nothing," Ron lied.

"Come on, you can tell me."

"Well… I don't really like fairies. You see when I was about three I was playing outside and these fairies came up to me. I thought that they were really neat at first. Then they decided to look at my toy wand. Well, the next thing I know, they are flying away laughing with my wand. I never saw it again. I really liked that wand."

"Ron."

"Yeah, Harry?"

"You're really pathetic," Harry laughed.

"Shut up," Ron mumbled. Harry began to think of something else that was on his mind that day.

"Ron?"

"What?"

"Have you noticed something different about Hermione?"

"Well yeah, she had her teeth shrunk last year, remember. Her smile is different."

"Of course I remember that. I mean something else that's different."

"Nope, nothing I can think of."

"Goodnight, Ron."

"Night, Ha-Ha-Harry," Ron yawned. Harry was still awake, still looking at the moon. The moon was really nice that night. It reminds me of Hermione, Harry thought. Wait, how can it remind me of Hermione? Just a minute ago it reminded me of Professor Lupin. It does have that light glow that Hermione's skin has. Harry began to wonder why he was having these thoughts. Why do I keep thinking of Hermione? She's just my friend. She is just my friend, right?

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Hermione sat on her bed, reading a romance novel that she bought last summer in Diagon Alley. She, like when she studies for a test that's three weeks away, was completely captivated by the story. He stared deep into her baby blue eyes. Their lips inches apart, he whispered, "I love you." It was odd, even to Hermione that she would be reading a story like this, but it had been her leisure activity since third year.

She stared out the window to see the large full moon gazing back at her. "I wish I could have what these people have," she muttered to herself. She thought of the green eyes that the main character had, and compared them to another set of Emerald beauties.

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0o0o0o0o0o: Hermione's got a crush!

Thanks for reading Chapter four. R/R! Don't know when I'll have the next chapter up.

This chapter was dedicated to MoonDragon, who was my first reviewer (and sadly only) and my long lost sister from across the Atlantic! Long live the Jen Empire! Plus she really wanted me to update my story so here you go MoonDragon!