Hermione stared wide-eyed at him. He looked at her and nodded, "Prefect
meeting." He said looking back down and stepping out. He glanced at Ron
then quickly looked away. Ron glared at him, but stopped when Hermione
glanced at him. She slowly got herself up, and looked back at them all.
Once she closed the portrait hole she stopped and turned around.
He was staring at her rather sadly. Hermione continued to look at him then
turned away once more. The halls were dead silent. There wasn't a single
body moving in them, and the sounds of shoes echoing along the halls had
faded and it was now creepy with silence.
"There's a meeting in the Great Hall," He said looking down.
She nodded and bit her lip as she walked along side him. Neither of them
knew what to say exactly to one another and they glanced awkwardly at
times.
Their footsteps were the only steps being heard, and it seemed so bizarre
to them. The steps that they were walking on had not been touched for 2
days now. And the halls had not been visited for 2 days. And the walls
seemed hungry for the sound of laughter for they trickled with gloom.
"Hermione?" He asked suddenly. She looked up at him to show that she was
listening but quickly went back to the floor, "What's going on with us?"
She bit her lip again and swallowed, "I'm really sorry but."
Hermione stopped and closed her eyes. Why do I keep doing this??!!! This would be the second time she had done this. and it hadn't even been one school year yet. Wait! Then she stopped WAIT!!! Slowly she looked up at him, confused. This would be the third time, not second. Harry. "I'm sorry, but there's just no chance I could do this." Hermione said smiling vaguely. Oh my god! Draco looked at her curiously, "Why?" "Because I don't know who you are anymore. I mean, really, you're great. but it's just that I don't know who you are. I can't look at you without feeling anger of the past." She smiled more and looked up at him, "It's not really you. it's me." She couldn't believe it, all this time she had wasted. Draco gave her a your-insane look, "Okay." She smiled more brightly and hugged him. She had figured it out, I'm not letting myself like Harry. and that's because it's too good to be true. I keep thinking of reasons why I can't like Harry. and why I should like others. Hermione let go and stepped back. He was still looking very puzzled, "I like someone else." She replied laughing slightly.
"What's going on?" Harry asked watching Dumbledore leave. Sirius sat up and watched the back of Dumbledore in confusion. "I don't know, and by the look of them, they don't know either." Dumbledore had disappeared beyond their view and they both looked after him in confusion. Both were breathing deeply and as if a wave of stress had just hit them. There was something about the way Dumbledore looked that made them both nervous and frightened. Sirius stopped dead, and looked at Harry terrified.
"What?" Harry asked eyeing him carefully. "Oh no," Sirius put his head in his hands and rocked back in his chair. Terror was going through Harry's mind; he had no idea what was going on, "What is it?" Sirius looked back at Harry, and his lip trembled. His eyes were deep and there was a secret that was waiting to be let out. Something horrible was happening, Harry knew it, but there was something stopping his mind from thinking. Sirius opened his mouth slightly but was stopped by Dumbledore barging through the door. Dumbledore looked angry, yet hurt. His eyes darted from Harry to Sirius, and the room surrounding him. "The dead has begun to contact the living."
The silence that was ringing through their ears was horrifying. Their eyes were deep with the images that were soon brought to their attention, images of the world no longer, images of life being taken over, and in the back of their minds they could hear the sounds of the wakening dead crying. Everything seemed to have stopped; breaths were heavy and more vibrant as silence was taking over. Harry turned his head up to Dumbledore. His eyes grew misty and were beginning to swell up. Dumbledore's eyes had stayed transfixed on the floor, shut tightly. Though soon he felt green eyes looking at him with pain. Slowly Dumbledore's head turned to Harry's and he did something unexpected. He smiled. "Yet, there is one thing that we have forgotten." Dumbledore said smiling at Harry, who looked at him with eyes that showed no sign of clearing the dark clouds that had drifted inside. Sirius turned his gaze, and felt a bit of the hope that had been lost. Still smiling softly, Dumbledore continued, "Harry can defeat him." There was a sudden stop in Harry's heart. Sirius' eyes no longer blinked, but stared at Dumbledore with terror. "How is he to stop evil powerful enough to wake the dead?" Sirius said as his eyes began to swell. "Harry has power that can kill pure evil from living," Dumbledore replied now focusing on Sirius. How Dumbledore was able to keep the twinkle that his eyes gave, was a mystery. "There is magic powerful enough to defeat such a creature, and it does not matter who possesses it. Harry has power that not even Voldemort could master, we have proof of it." Harry stared at his sheets and felt his lip tremble, and his eyelid dropped. A single tear glided down along his face and dropped silently to the blanket. His face was blank and his eyes seemed to be visiting the darkness that had once taken over him. Yet, his mouth began to open and he said something that made both Dumbledore and Sirius' heart stop, "How do I defeat him professor?"
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger?" McGonagall was calling them to enter the Great Hall. Though Draco looked longingly back at Hermione there was a twinge of relief in the pit of his stomach. Though Hermione did not notice him. The smile that was painted on her face showed nothing but pure happiness. Malfoy glanced back at the Great Hall and let out a sigh, "We should-" "Yeah," Hermione replied now letting herself come back to the world as it was. And the moment she did all the wonderful things seemed to disappear. Professor McGonagall was holding a meeting for all prefects. Meetings were not something to look forward to, especially at the state life was in. Slowly she let herself walk to the Great Hall, and softly her robes glided behind her. From the moment Hermione saw McGonagall's face she knew there was nothing to look forward to. The professor's eyes stared at them all sadly and you could tell she knew something that could only lead to horror. "Mr. Potter has had an attack recently. Dumbledore and the powerful wizards that are with him have concluded that the attack Mr. Potter has had proves that the Dead have begun to descend to the Living." Everyone put a hand over his or her mouths. Hermione could already feel the heavy drops falling from her eyes. All eyes in the hall were staring at McGonagall, hoping there was something that would ease the terror now taking over. Draco looked blank and unable to speak. He did not know whether to be happy or to be scared. His mind had now seen the life he would have had if it not were his father. And it seemed so much more intriguing than a life as evil. All he had ever known was his father's point of view of things; Malfoy had never let himself look at things from his perspective before. Yet at that moment, he felt scared. For once in his life he was scared of evil, and the horror it cause. For once in his life he wanted to defeat the Darkness that had killed so much hope..
Harry sat there hoping for an answer. There was a glaze over his eyes, and every time that glaze disappeared a wet clear bead was made, and rolled down his face in silence. There were puddles of tears scattered along the sheets, making them damp and moist. Dumbledore let out a sigh, and glanced at Sirius. They stared at each other, as if they were having a silent discussion. The professor shifted in his seat and turned back to Harry. "I nor anyone else has any idea." Harry felt his heart stop, and all the drops of hope that maybe had come, were now lost. "There's no way how I can defeat him?" He asked hoarsely trying to contain the amount of water dripping from his eyes. "Oh no, I never said that." Dumbledore replied, and once more there was a soft smile. "I said that I nor anyone else has any idea. Just because we haven't a clue does not mean there isn't a way to defeat this." It was awkward really; out of the three of them the only one who had any crumb of hope was Dumbledore. Yet the more Dumbledore spoke the brighter the room seemed to get. "We are researching everything Harry, we are using spells that have not been used in years, and we are searching every corner of this world. Give it time Harry." "But it has already begun!" Harry exclaimed, "We can't give it time, people are already hearing the voices." "Harry the more faith you lose the faster the world loses." The professor replied looking at Harry with confidence that was beyond impossible. There was a sudden wave of coldness taking over the room. Harry's eyes opened widely, and once more there was a voice echoing in his mind. He clenched his head in pain and shouted. Dumbeldroe rose quickly and took his wand out. but that was all Harry saw. Black was all Harry could see, and voices in pain was all Harry could hear.
There was a long pause before McGonagall continued. The last thing they wanted was to hear more. All 4 prefects looked at each other in comfort, but the blankest face had to have been Malfoy's. Hermione looked at him in confusion, but then remembered who exactly Draco Malfoy was. Is he happy about all this? She began to glare at him, and noticed the other prefects glaring at him as well. But he did not notice, he kept his eyes looking at the floor. Though his eyes were not focused on it, he was instead focused on something else. What that something was, just ticked Hermione off more. Probably thinking about how wonderful this will be. She turned away from him and criticized herself for going out with him. How could I do that? "Now the Ministry is working very hard recently. And they say that we mustn't lose hope, for there still could be ways of defeating. We ask of you to tell your houses as comforting as possible. Do not talk only of the recent events, but also of the chances of this ending." The professor stopped, and the students saw her eyes swell up slightly. "You may go." Probably the most horrible feeling was knowing that none of them could do anything about this. There was no possible way for them to help in the defeating, they could only mourn over the events and add tears. Everyone turned away from the professor and began to walk towards the entrance. No one talked, but they still glanced at each other with the most amount of confidence they could show. Hermione had unexpectedly gotten eye contact with Malfoy. And she quickly glared at him then turned her head away. He still stared, and gave her all the reason to glare. But the feeling still had not left him, he was still angry. Angry at the evil that is.
Hermione stopped suddenly. Will I ever see Harry again? The other prefects did not notice her; they just kept walking with the same sad faces. Her eyes filled with more tears and felt her heart skip a beat. She took not notice to anything, her eyes were too blurred, and her mind was filled with heartbreaking thoughts. What if. he. She shook it out of her head and looked back at McGonagall. The room was silent once more and the ceiling above was a dark gray, giving the once cheery hall a gloomy feel. Hermione bit her lip and began walking rather slowly to the professor. Her stomach began to feel queasy, and she felt herself thinking about the outcomes of the upcoming question she was about to ask. But all the outcomes seemed to turn the wrong way. Soon she felt herself face to face with McGonagall, and Hermione quickly glanced at her then turned her head down. The professor looked at her questioningly, "Yes Miss Granger?" Hermione took another quick glance at her, but once more put her head down. Her insides were turning, and her eyes closed for a moment. She let them open and tried to relax herself by taking a quick but large breath. Quickly she wiped her eyes, and gulped. "Do you think-" She stopped and looked up at McGonagall this time. McGonagall was looking at her curiously, waiting for her to go on. "Do you think there's anyway I could maybe see Harry?" Hermione was just waiting for the answer "no," yet still stood there hoping. But she could have sworn she saw a slight smile come across the professor's face. "I'm afraid no visitor's are allowed." Hermione felt her heart drop and she looked down at the floor, "But I think it would be alright if you saw him. Heavens, it would probably do him good. It could get his mind off things."
"Elyesse vilviluve ar ea'la'araienyeero ramyar hilyatyesse. Eltetenyala, ar, nin, utuvienmyes ellemelmais." Harry felt his head begin to slide to his shoulder. He was too weak to hold it up, his eyelids were too heavy for him to keep open. His legs let out on him, and Harry was soon lying on the floor with pain he had tried to forget. And he felt himself wondering if this would be the end. if he would die, and find himself in the afterlife. The painful blood curling screams could be heard once more. The voices of adults, children, and even babies could be heard crying. But his parents' cries were the only ones he could make out. Yet this time there were three echoes in his mind, three voices that made him feel death was near, the cries of his mother, the shouts from his father, and the voice that had been haunting him. He was shivering, half out of the coldness, and half out of the horror. It was coming, he could feel it, and sure enough the Volax's blood red eyes had appeared. Closer they came, and closer Harry felt himself drift. The mysterious voice seemed to have become stronger and more vibrant, and Harry felt his scar burn with pain. He shouted and screamed, but became weaker from the energy he was using. But once more he felt the darkness fading. and the pain drift away. And once more he saw Dumbledore and Sirius staring at him. But Dumbledore's face showed confusion.
Hermione stopped and closed her eyes. Why do I keep doing this??!!! This would be the second time she had done this. and it hadn't even been one school year yet. Wait! Then she stopped WAIT!!! Slowly she looked up at him, confused. This would be the third time, not second. Harry. "I'm sorry, but there's just no chance I could do this." Hermione said smiling vaguely. Oh my god! Draco looked at her curiously, "Why?" "Because I don't know who you are anymore. I mean, really, you're great. but it's just that I don't know who you are. I can't look at you without feeling anger of the past." She smiled more and looked up at him, "It's not really you. it's me." She couldn't believe it, all this time she had wasted. Draco gave her a your-insane look, "Okay." She smiled more brightly and hugged him. She had figured it out, I'm not letting myself like Harry. and that's because it's too good to be true. I keep thinking of reasons why I can't like Harry. and why I should like others. Hermione let go and stepped back. He was still looking very puzzled, "I like someone else." She replied laughing slightly.
"What's going on?" Harry asked watching Dumbledore leave. Sirius sat up and watched the back of Dumbledore in confusion. "I don't know, and by the look of them, they don't know either." Dumbledore had disappeared beyond their view and they both looked after him in confusion. Both were breathing deeply and as if a wave of stress had just hit them. There was something about the way Dumbledore looked that made them both nervous and frightened. Sirius stopped dead, and looked at Harry terrified.
"What?" Harry asked eyeing him carefully. "Oh no," Sirius put his head in his hands and rocked back in his chair. Terror was going through Harry's mind; he had no idea what was going on, "What is it?" Sirius looked back at Harry, and his lip trembled. His eyes were deep and there was a secret that was waiting to be let out. Something horrible was happening, Harry knew it, but there was something stopping his mind from thinking. Sirius opened his mouth slightly but was stopped by Dumbledore barging through the door. Dumbledore looked angry, yet hurt. His eyes darted from Harry to Sirius, and the room surrounding him. "The dead has begun to contact the living."
The silence that was ringing through their ears was horrifying. Their eyes were deep with the images that were soon brought to their attention, images of the world no longer, images of life being taken over, and in the back of their minds they could hear the sounds of the wakening dead crying. Everything seemed to have stopped; breaths were heavy and more vibrant as silence was taking over. Harry turned his head up to Dumbledore. His eyes grew misty and were beginning to swell up. Dumbledore's eyes had stayed transfixed on the floor, shut tightly. Though soon he felt green eyes looking at him with pain. Slowly Dumbledore's head turned to Harry's and he did something unexpected. He smiled. "Yet, there is one thing that we have forgotten." Dumbledore said smiling at Harry, who looked at him with eyes that showed no sign of clearing the dark clouds that had drifted inside. Sirius turned his gaze, and felt a bit of the hope that had been lost. Still smiling softly, Dumbledore continued, "Harry can defeat him." There was a sudden stop in Harry's heart. Sirius' eyes no longer blinked, but stared at Dumbledore with terror. "How is he to stop evil powerful enough to wake the dead?" Sirius said as his eyes began to swell. "Harry has power that can kill pure evil from living," Dumbledore replied now focusing on Sirius. How Dumbledore was able to keep the twinkle that his eyes gave, was a mystery. "There is magic powerful enough to defeat such a creature, and it does not matter who possesses it. Harry has power that not even Voldemort could master, we have proof of it." Harry stared at his sheets and felt his lip tremble, and his eyelid dropped. A single tear glided down along his face and dropped silently to the blanket. His face was blank and his eyes seemed to be visiting the darkness that had once taken over him. Yet, his mouth began to open and he said something that made both Dumbledore and Sirius' heart stop, "How do I defeat him professor?"
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger?" McGonagall was calling them to enter the Great Hall. Though Draco looked longingly back at Hermione there was a twinge of relief in the pit of his stomach. Though Hermione did not notice him. The smile that was painted on her face showed nothing but pure happiness. Malfoy glanced back at the Great Hall and let out a sigh, "We should-" "Yeah," Hermione replied now letting herself come back to the world as it was. And the moment she did all the wonderful things seemed to disappear. Professor McGonagall was holding a meeting for all prefects. Meetings were not something to look forward to, especially at the state life was in. Slowly she let herself walk to the Great Hall, and softly her robes glided behind her. From the moment Hermione saw McGonagall's face she knew there was nothing to look forward to. The professor's eyes stared at them all sadly and you could tell she knew something that could only lead to horror. "Mr. Potter has had an attack recently. Dumbledore and the powerful wizards that are with him have concluded that the attack Mr. Potter has had proves that the Dead have begun to descend to the Living." Everyone put a hand over his or her mouths. Hermione could already feel the heavy drops falling from her eyes. All eyes in the hall were staring at McGonagall, hoping there was something that would ease the terror now taking over. Draco looked blank and unable to speak. He did not know whether to be happy or to be scared. His mind had now seen the life he would have had if it not were his father. And it seemed so much more intriguing than a life as evil. All he had ever known was his father's point of view of things; Malfoy had never let himself look at things from his perspective before. Yet at that moment, he felt scared. For once in his life he was scared of evil, and the horror it cause. For once in his life he wanted to defeat the Darkness that had killed so much hope..
Harry sat there hoping for an answer. There was a glaze over his eyes, and every time that glaze disappeared a wet clear bead was made, and rolled down his face in silence. There were puddles of tears scattered along the sheets, making them damp and moist. Dumbledore let out a sigh, and glanced at Sirius. They stared at each other, as if they were having a silent discussion. The professor shifted in his seat and turned back to Harry. "I nor anyone else has any idea." Harry felt his heart stop, and all the drops of hope that maybe had come, were now lost. "There's no way how I can defeat him?" He asked hoarsely trying to contain the amount of water dripping from his eyes. "Oh no, I never said that." Dumbledore replied, and once more there was a soft smile. "I said that I nor anyone else has any idea. Just because we haven't a clue does not mean there isn't a way to defeat this." It was awkward really; out of the three of them the only one who had any crumb of hope was Dumbledore. Yet the more Dumbledore spoke the brighter the room seemed to get. "We are researching everything Harry, we are using spells that have not been used in years, and we are searching every corner of this world. Give it time Harry." "But it has already begun!" Harry exclaimed, "We can't give it time, people are already hearing the voices." "Harry the more faith you lose the faster the world loses." The professor replied looking at Harry with confidence that was beyond impossible. There was a sudden wave of coldness taking over the room. Harry's eyes opened widely, and once more there was a voice echoing in his mind. He clenched his head in pain and shouted. Dumbeldroe rose quickly and took his wand out. but that was all Harry saw. Black was all Harry could see, and voices in pain was all Harry could hear.
There was a long pause before McGonagall continued. The last thing they wanted was to hear more. All 4 prefects looked at each other in comfort, but the blankest face had to have been Malfoy's. Hermione looked at him in confusion, but then remembered who exactly Draco Malfoy was. Is he happy about all this? She began to glare at him, and noticed the other prefects glaring at him as well. But he did not notice, he kept his eyes looking at the floor. Though his eyes were not focused on it, he was instead focused on something else. What that something was, just ticked Hermione off more. Probably thinking about how wonderful this will be. She turned away from him and criticized herself for going out with him. How could I do that? "Now the Ministry is working very hard recently. And they say that we mustn't lose hope, for there still could be ways of defeating. We ask of you to tell your houses as comforting as possible. Do not talk only of the recent events, but also of the chances of this ending." The professor stopped, and the students saw her eyes swell up slightly. "You may go." Probably the most horrible feeling was knowing that none of them could do anything about this. There was no possible way for them to help in the defeating, they could only mourn over the events and add tears. Everyone turned away from the professor and began to walk towards the entrance. No one talked, but they still glanced at each other with the most amount of confidence they could show. Hermione had unexpectedly gotten eye contact with Malfoy. And she quickly glared at him then turned her head away. He still stared, and gave her all the reason to glare. But the feeling still had not left him, he was still angry. Angry at the evil that is.
Hermione stopped suddenly. Will I ever see Harry again? The other prefects did not notice her; they just kept walking with the same sad faces. Her eyes filled with more tears and felt her heart skip a beat. She took not notice to anything, her eyes were too blurred, and her mind was filled with heartbreaking thoughts. What if. he. She shook it out of her head and looked back at McGonagall. The room was silent once more and the ceiling above was a dark gray, giving the once cheery hall a gloomy feel. Hermione bit her lip and began walking rather slowly to the professor. Her stomach began to feel queasy, and she felt herself thinking about the outcomes of the upcoming question she was about to ask. But all the outcomes seemed to turn the wrong way. Soon she felt herself face to face with McGonagall, and Hermione quickly glanced at her then turned her head down. The professor looked at her questioningly, "Yes Miss Granger?" Hermione took another quick glance at her, but once more put her head down. Her insides were turning, and her eyes closed for a moment. She let them open and tried to relax herself by taking a quick but large breath. Quickly she wiped her eyes, and gulped. "Do you think-" She stopped and looked up at McGonagall this time. McGonagall was looking at her curiously, waiting for her to go on. "Do you think there's anyway I could maybe see Harry?" Hermione was just waiting for the answer "no," yet still stood there hoping. But she could have sworn she saw a slight smile come across the professor's face. "I'm afraid no visitor's are allowed." Hermione felt her heart drop and she looked down at the floor, "But I think it would be alright if you saw him. Heavens, it would probably do him good. It could get his mind off things."
"Elyesse vilviluve ar ea'la'araienyeero ramyar hilyatyesse. Eltetenyala, ar, nin, utuvienmyes ellemelmais." Harry felt his head begin to slide to his shoulder. He was too weak to hold it up, his eyelids were too heavy for him to keep open. His legs let out on him, and Harry was soon lying on the floor with pain he had tried to forget. And he felt himself wondering if this would be the end. if he would die, and find himself in the afterlife. The painful blood curling screams could be heard once more. The voices of adults, children, and even babies could be heard crying. But his parents' cries were the only ones he could make out. Yet this time there were three echoes in his mind, three voices that made him feel death was near, the cries of his mother, the shouts from his father, and the voice that had been haunting him. He was shivering, half out of the coldness, and half out of the horror. It was coming, he could feel it, and sure enough the Volax's blood red eyes had appeared. Closer they came, and closer Harry felt himself drift. The mysterious voice seemed to have become stronger and more vibrant, and Harry felt his scar burn with pain. He shouted and screamed, but became weaker from the energy he was using. But once more he felt the darkness fading. and the pain drift away. And once more he saw Dumbledore and Sirius staring at him. But Dumbledore's face showed confusion.
