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Realization
Hermione absentmindedly walked down the corridor leading to the dorm of the six year Gryffindor girls. Ron had to go through Ginny's things and pack them to be sent back to the Burrow. Not being able to do it alone, he had asked Hermione and Harry to help him. Both consented, always willing to help a friend in need. Hermione softly knocked on the door to Ginny's old room.
Harry came out of the room and closed the door softly behind him. He pulled Hermione to him and kissed the top of her forehead. "How are up holding up?" he asked.
"I'll be fine, how is Ron?"
"He's not too well. He hasn't said much, he's just been sitting there crying mostly. Are you ready?"
Hermione nodded. Harry took her hand and led her into the room. A red-eyed Ron was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. When Hermione saw him sitting there, she walked around the back of the chair, leaned over and enveloped Ron in a hug.
Feeling the warm arms of his friend around him, Ron grabbed both of the arms and leaned his head over to Hermione's and began sobbing.
When Hermione leaned over a necklace fell out from underneath her shirt. It caught Ron's eye, "Its very pretty, where did you get it?"
Hermione straightened up and took the necklace into her own hands. It was very pretty indeed. It had a stone that was the same color as Harry's eyes that was enclosed in some sort of cage. The cage was made up of small silver snakes. Yes, this delicate necklace was beautiful, but where had it come from.
"I don't know. I have no clue where it came from. I, I didn't even know I had it on. I wasn't paying attention when I got dressed this morning. I never even saw it until now." Both boys were staring at her. She was holding the necklace looking at it with her brows furrowed. If I'm wearing it I must know where I got it from. But no, no recollection of the necklace came to her.
She let go of the necklace and walked to another area of the room. "Shall we pack then?"
The room became alive with movement again. The three teens packing stuff away, but no more exchange was offered between them. They had been packing for quite some time. Hermione moved to the night stand that was beside the bed. She opened the top drawer and began cleaning it out. An interesting piece of parchment caught Hermione's attention. It read:
Dear Ginny,
I need to talk to you! I know we haven't been as good of friends lately as we have in the past, but maybe we can fix that. I miss you Gin! Meet me in the old Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom tonight at midnight.
Love,
Hermione
The note was dated from two days ago, but Hermione didn't write that letter. She hadn't written Ginny anything in a long time. If some one saw this, they would thinkā¦but she didn't! Hermione couldn't do something like that! She reached into the drawer and picked up the letter.
The moment she touched it, her mind was filed with pictures: a dark room, a red haired girl, a hand with a wand, blood, everything was moving so fast. Then a dark evil laugh filled her thoughts.
"Mione!"
Hermione laid sprawled out on the floor, Harry and Ron were both rushing to her. The note! It was still in her hand. Quickly she crumpled it and stuffed it into the pocket of her robes.
"Are you ok Hermione what happened?"
"My head, oww," she moaned. The boys pulled her to her feet.
"Maybe you should take her back to her room?"
"You don't mind Ron?"
"No, she probably needs to lay down."
"Yea," Harry agreed and supporting most of Hermione's weight, he made their way to the door. "I'll be right back."
"Ok."
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Soon after Harry and Hermione left, a very upset and scared looking sixth year burst into the dorm. She was so far gone, that she didn't even notice Ron.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
"We're not safe! No one is safe!"
"What?"
"There's been another murder!"
"Another? Who?"
"Pansy."
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