Title: What's Going On? I'm a little faint, this is how I feel.
Summary: Hermione is in her seventh year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry. She is head girl and is feeling great about herself. What might happen when she starts to spend a little more time with the head boy than she's meant to? What happens if she starts to ignore Harry and Ron? Can they patch up their mishaps?
Chapter: Chapter Two, The Dream
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I own the plot. Nothing but the plot. So don't sue me.
Hermione turned over in her bed; a dream had overtaken her mentality. It seemed as though it had already occurred. As though this was a flashback. But Hermione knew it couldn't be. When had this happened? She had no reminiscence of it at all.
"So you've come at last?" A cold, shrill voice filled the barrenness of the darkened room they stood in. A dark, raven-haired female stood, cowering up against a harsh, gray, stonewall. A bunch of blankets were cradled in her arms, and a short cry like a baby's erupted from the bundle.
"Yes." The woman replied, looking worried, feverish, and gaunt. "But, you must save my baby!" The paled man stood before her, towering over her thin frame.
"As you wish." He said and they were transported away. Everything was fading, now.
"NOOOOOOO!" Hermione sprang form her bed. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead. Her heart raced like mad. She knew, something had happened. What was it? Who was that woman? Who was the infant that was saved? Who was that pale man? Hermione knew one thing. She would have to have a discussion with Professor Dumbledore. Hermione slipped on her robes in addition to slippers and slithered out of the upper dorm area. Heading into the common room, she realized just how loud she had screamed. Yet, no one had awakened. This was extremely bizarre to her, but she decided that it was a bit of nothing and that it had happened by chance.
* * * * *
"Hey, watch where you're going." Hissed a male voice in a very demanding way. Hermione muttered,
"Who the bloody hell are you?"
"Cursing, Granger? Never thought I'd see the day."
"Neither did I, Malfoy." They had both lit their wands by now, and they were standing at the open opening of the Common Room. "Where are you going?" Hermione wondered out loud.
"None of your business, Mudblood." Was his rude reply. Hermione made a 'Humph' sound and stalked off towards Dumbledore's office. She turned around only once and saw him walking behind her absentmindedly.
"Are you following me?!" She inquired, very disgruntled.
"Never in a million years, Granger." He said, rolling his eyes at the same time as shaking his head, as if it was the stupidest question ever. Hermione glared at Draco, very defiantly,
"I thought we were on first name terms, Draco." She smirked. He sighed, but before he could respond Hermione muttered "Cockroach Clusters." To the large, gray, bird that was the entrance to Professor Dumbledore's office.
"You're coming here too?" Draco asked, extremely surprised. She nodded also looking shocked.
"Ah, so I see our heads have something to talk to me about, then? But why in the middle of the night?" Professor Dumbledore's voice interrupted them as they came into view.
"I had a dream." They both said hastily, at the same instance. They glowered at one another and tried to speak again. Professor Dumbledore held up his hands,
"One at a time now." He replied, with a nod at Draco.
"Well, uh, I had this dream. about well, about my father. and my mother. It was a long time ago; it was when she had coffee coloured hair. She dyed it when I was seven." He said, reminiscing about his life. "He was threatening her, she held a child in her arms. It was my sister; she was in great danger at our manor. Father always killed the girls. I had an older sister once as well. He killed her." Draco continued, his eyes were now brimming with tears as he remembered what had happened. "Mother couldn't stand it, so she decided to do whatever father pleased, if she could just save her one and only daughter. My sister, younger by only a few months, was put up for adoption. My dream was of right before she was put up for adoption. Right when my mother surrendered." He finally finished his dream. Wincing in pain as he dried his tears. The memories were too strong. He had seen the toddler be killed, when he himself was only three months older. Professor Dumbledore nodded, looking quite serious.
"Now you, Miss Granger." He said quietly, with his eyes closed.
"Well, you see." she began. She bit her lip and just took a shuddering breath. "Well, my dream was of Mr. Malfoy as well. He asked the brunette woman if she was ready now, if she had come at last to him." Hermione whispered slowly, her voice just barely audible. "The bundle of blankets she held in her arms turned out to be a baby. That was all I remember." She finished, looking ghostly white as she put two and two together. She and Draco had had the exact same dream, though Draco's was more in fine tune. Dumbledore slowly nodded.
"Well Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. I think it's time for you to proceed back to your dorms. Hmm, but Miss Granger, please stay behind. I'd like to talk to you about something." He said, dismissing Draco. Hermione nodded and stayed where she was.
"Yes, Professor?" She asked meekly. Dumbledore sighed, and started to speak.
"Miss Granger, I have a theory that you may not like. I need to talk to your parents first but, Hermione, I think that you may be adopted." He said, not too harshly but in a gentle manner. Hermione's eyes shut and opened. She was even more, if possible, white and gaunt looking. She nodded slowly and stood.
"Is that all Professor? I'd like to go back to my dorm." She said slowly and softly, as though she were off in space. He nodded and Hermione swept out of the room.
"I'm almost Seventeen! Why didn't they tell me? Why were they holding this from me? WHO ARE MY REAL PARENTS?!" She gasped out as she ran back to her common room. Hermione muttered the password and raced up to her bedroom. She collapsed onto her bed and cried into her pillow. She had grown up thinking that Helen and George Granger were her parents. who could her real parents be? She rolled over and slowly but surely fell into a deep, dreamless, sleep.
I know this isn't much of a second chapter but do forgive me. I'm having writers block. I'm SO ANNOYED. Plus I've got lots on my mind right now. I just found out about something. and I'm kinda like whoa.. so please don't mind me. REVIEW FOR ME PLEEEEASE. I'd like to thank you guys for reviewing..
Thanks to you five who reviewed..
Andinaofrivendell : Thank you, that is an amazing compliment. I love to write. But I never have time. I've had this plot on my brain for quite a while, and I hope I continue to write like a "pro" THANKS AGAIN!
Britney : I've taken your advice, and I used it in this chapter. That's awesome that you've helped me. Thanks A Lot chica. Do you have a fanfics penname? If so rereview so I can check out your stories!!!
Alittlenote : Ah but now you see!!
Venedy : Thank you very much! I'm looking forward to reading what my beautiful readers have to say ( bwaha!!
Cu+3[G]al : THANKS FOR BEING MY FIRST REVIEWER!!! ( thank you for reviewing and I hope I can post this NOW! Bwaha
Summary: Hermione is in her seventh year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry. She is head girl and is feeling great about herself. What might happen when she starts to spend a little more time with the head boy than she's meant to? What happens if she starts to ignore Harry and Ron? Can they patch up their mishaps?
Chapter: Chapter Two, The Dream
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I own the plot. Nothing but the plot. So don't sue me.
Hermione turned over in her bed; a dream had overtaken her mentality. It seemed as though it had already occurred. As though this was a flashback. But Hermione knew it couldn't be. When had this happened? She had no reminiscence of it at all.
"So you've come at last?" A cold, shrill voice filled the barrenness of the darkened room they stood in. A dark, raven-haired female stood, cowering up against a harsh, gray, stonewall. A bunch of blankets were cradled in her arms, and a short cry like a baby's erupted from the bundle.
"Yes." The woman replied, looking worried, feverish, and gaunt. "But, you must save my baby!" The paled man stood before her, towering over her thin frame.
"As you wish." He said and they were transported away. Everything was fading, now.
"NOOOOOOO!" Hermione sprang form her bed. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead. Her heart raced like mad. She knew, something had happened. What was it? Who was that woman? Who was the infant that was saved? Who was that pale man? Hermione knew one thing. She would have to have a discussion with Professor Dumbledore. Hermione slipped on her robes in addition to slippers and slithered out of the upper dorm area. Heading into the common room, she realized just how loud she had screamed. Yet, no one had awakened. This was extremely bizarre to her, but she decided that it was a bit of nothing and that it had happened by chance.
* * * * *
"Hey, watch where you're going." Hissed a male voice in a very demanding way. Hermione muttered,
"Who the bloody hell are you?"
"Cursing, Granger? Never thought I'd see the day."
"Neither did I, Malfoy." They had both lit their wands by now, and they were standing at the open opening of the Common Room. "Where are you going?" Hermione wondered out loud.
"None of your business, Mudblood." Was his rude reply. Hermione made a 'Humph' sound and stalked off towards Dumbledore's office. She turned around only once and saw him walking behind her absentmindedly.
"Are you following me?!" She inquired, very disgruntled.
"Never in a million years, Granger." He said, rolling his eyes at the same time as shaking his head, as if it was the stupidest question ever. Hermione glared at Draco, very defiantly,
"I thought we were on first name terms, Draco." She smirked. He sighed, but before he could respond Hermione muttered "Cockroach Clusters." To the large, gray, bird that was the entrance to Professor Dumbledore's office.
"You're coming here too?" Draco asked, extremely surprised. She nodded also looking shocked.
"Ah, so I see our heads have something to talk to me about, then? But why in the middle of the night?" Professor Dumbledore's voice interrupted them as they came into view.
"I had a dream." They both said hastily, at the same instance. They glowered at one another and tried to speak again. Professor Dumbledore held up his hands,
"One at a time now." He replied, with a nod at Draco.
"Well, uh, I had this dream. about well, about my father. and my mother. It was a long time ago; it was when she had coffee coloured hair. She dyed it when I was seven." He said, reminiscing about his life. "He was threatening her, she held a child in her arms. It was my sister; she was in great danger at our manor. Father always killed the girls. I had an older sister once as well. He killed her." Draco continued, his eyes were now brimming with tears as he remembered what had happened. "Mother couldn't stand it, so she decided to do whatever father pleased, if she could just save her one and only daughter. My sister, younger by only a few months, was put up for adoption. My dream was of right before she was put up for adoption. Right when my mother surrendered." He finally finished his dream. Wincing in pain as he dried his tears. The memories were too strong. He had seen the toddler be killed, when he himself was only three months older. Professor Dumbledore nodded, looking quite serious.
"Now you, Miss Granger." He said quietly, with his eyes closed.
"Well, you see." she began. She bit her lip and just took a shuddering breath. "Well, my dream was of Mr. Malfoy as well. He asked the brunette woman if she was ready now, if she had come at last to him." Hermione whispered slowly, her voice just barely audible. "The bundle of blankets she held in her arms turned out to be a baby. That was all I remember." She finished, looking ghostly white as she put two and two together. She and Draco had had the exact same dream, though Draco's was more in fine tune. Dumbledore slowly nodded.
"Well Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. I think it's time for you to proceed back to your dorms. Hmm, but Miss Granger, please stay behind. I'd like to talk to you about something." He said, dismissing Draco. Hermione nodded and stayed where she was.
"Yes, Professor?" She asked meekly. Dumbledore sighed, and started to speak.
"Miss Granger, I have a theory that you may not like. I need to talk to your parents first but, Hermione, I think that you may be adopted." He said, not too harshly but in a gentle manner. Hermione's eyes shut and opened. She was even more, if possible, white and gaunt looking. She nodded slowly and stood.
"Is that all Professor? I'd like to go back to my dorm." She said slowly and softly, as though she were off in space. He nodded and Hermione swept out of the room.
"I'm almost Seventeen! Why didn't they tell me? Why were they holding this from me? WHO ARE MY REAL PARENTS?!" She gasped out as she ran back to her common room. Hermione muttered the password and raced up to her bedroom. She collapsed onto her bed and cried into her pillow. She had grown up thinking that Helen and George Granger were her parents. who could her real parents be? She rolled over and slowly but surely fell into a deep, dreamless, sleep.
I know this isn't much of a second chapter but do forgive me. I'm having writers block. I'm SO ANNOYED. Plus I've got lots on my mind right now. I just found out about something. and I'm kinda like whoa.. so please don't mind me. REVIEW FOR ME PLEEEEASE. I'd like to thank you guys for reviewing..
Thanks to you five who reviewed..
Andinaofrivendell : Thank you, that is an amazing compliment. I love to write. But I never have time. I've had this plot on my brain for quite a while, and I hope I continue to write like a "pro" THANKS AGAIN!
Britney : I've taken your advice, and I used it in this chapter. That's awesome that you've helped me. Thanks A Lot chica. Do you have a fanfics penname? If so rereview so I can check out your stories!!!
Alittlenote : Ah but now you see!!
Venedy : Thank you very much! I'm looking forward to reading what my beautiful readers have to say ( bwaha!!
Cu+3[G]al : THANKS FOR BEING MY FIRST REVIEWER!!! ( thank you for reviewing and I hope I can post this NOW! Bwaha
