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Harry walked down the stairs, letting the information he just heard set in. It unnerved him slightly. It was something her father did, her father's mistake and she was paying for it. It was wrong. He sighed as he reached the end of the stairs, making small eye contact with Ron then Hermione who were placing the candles in the center of the table. His eyes scanned across the room, spotting a few candles in scattered places.
"Did you get the information about her father?" Hermione asked as she reached into a navy blue bag and pilled out a deep purple candle.
"Yea," he said, scratching the back of his head, "Oliver Flowers," with those tow words, Hermione dropped the candle and stared wide-eyed at Harry.
"Did you just say Oliver Flowers?" she asked, her voice sounding small, and scared.
"Yea," Harry answered cautiously, "Why?"
"HE was the Minister of Magic," Hermione said, slowing bending down and grabbing the candle, "He was not a good man, Harry. Or at least what I've read about him. He sent many people to Azkaban for minor things. Like stealing, cheating, arguing with officials, just little things. He was very power hungry." Hermione explained. Ginny stepped slowly into the room, gripping a stick of chalk in her hand.
"Here's your chalk, Hermione," Ginny said, Hermione grabbed it and motioned for everyone to sit down. With a soft swish of her hand, all the candles were ignited and released a soft glow amongst the four teenagers.
"Let's get started. I'm going to need everyone's help for this to work." Hermione bent down and began to draw a white circle around the dining table.
"Oi! My mum's going to have puppies if she sees that," Ron exclaimed. As he moved to stand up, Hermione sent him deadly glare.
"Move, and you'll have to worry more about me then your mum," she told him and continued to draw the circle, "This is for protection. Nothing may hurt us while everyone stays inside the circle. If you brake the circle you'll let the spirit free and that won't be good." She finished the circle and took her rightful spot at the table with the large book in front of her, "Okay I want everyone to hold hands," Hermione nodded and waited till everyone had done what they were told. Ginny blushed furiously as Harry reached over to grip her hand and sent her a weak smile, "Now close your eyes and concentrate really hard," Hermione watched as their eyes closed and then read a passage below her.
iGreat spirits of the dead, We seek one of you. We mean you no harm, In this I state is true. We ask you to protect us, This is a must. Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust/i
Hermione spoke and closed her eyes. A soft wind blew against them and a few candles went out. Ron swallowed nervously, trying his best to continue concentrating. Hermione continued on, as the wind grew harder.
I Spirits of the dead, We call upon you. We call on one of your spirits, For his business is not through. Oliver Flowers is his name, Bring his spirit to us. What we ask is a must, Ashes to ashes and dust to dust /I
The wind was now at a howling point and all the candles were blown out. Leaving the four in semi darkness. The moon shining outside was their only source of light. Suddenly, the wind stopped and everything fell silent. Hermione's eyebrows furrowed as she wondered what went wrong. She had done everything the book had told her. A warmth filled the room, as if a warm fire was blazing in the near by fireplace. Hermione opened one eye and gasped. Her gasp signaled the others to open their eyes, all of them gasped in unison.
Hovering inches above the wooden table was a pale blue spirit of a man in what seemed his late 40's. His hair messy and his eyes were droopy, on the tip of his nose sat small wire frame glasses. He dressed in a dingy hold suit with patches on every turn. He looked at the gawking four teenagers, and then around the room.
"g-g-good job, H-Hermione," Ron stuttered as he continued to stare at the man in front of him.
"Mr. Flowers?" Hermione asked, her voice sounding very small. The man's eyes darted towards her, and he nodded.
"Indeed, I'm Mr. Oliver Flowers. What business do you call me on?" The man asked, his voice wispy yet deep.
"Its about your daughter, sir," Hermione said, her eyes big and wide.
"Julianne?" he asked, "Whats wrong with her. Where is she?"
"I-in my a-attic, sir," Ron quivered.
"Is she okay?" Oliver asked, hovering closer to Ron. Harry watched as Ron's face reached a new shade of pale.
"She's dead sir," Harry said, Oliver's eyes darted to him, "she's been dead for many years." Oliver's mouth opened, but words escaped. His eyes fell to floor, as if searching for the right words. He closed his eyes and a look of disgust grew on his face.
"Voldemort," he growled.
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Harry walked down the stairs, letting the information he just heard set in. It unnerved him slightly. It was something her father did, her father's mistake and she was paying for it. It was wrong. He sighed as he reached the end of the stairs, making small eye contact with Ron then Hermione who were placing the candles in the center of the table. His eyes scanned across the room, spotting a few candles in scattered places.
"Did you get the information about her father?" Hermione asked as she reached into a navy blue bag and pilled out a deep purple candle.
"Yea," he said, scratching the back of his head, "Oliver Flowers," with those tow words, Hermione dropped the candle and stared wide-eyed at Harry.
"Did you just say Oliver Flowers?" she asked, her voice sounding small, and scared.
"Yea," Harry answered cautiously, "Why?"
"HE was the Minister of Magic," Hermione said, slowing bending down and grabbing the candle, "He was not a good man, Harry. Or at least what I've read about him. He sent many people to Azkaban for minor things. Like stealing, cheating, arguing with officials, just little things. He was very power hungry." Hermione explained. Ginny stepped slowly into the room, gripping a stick of chalk in her hand.
"Here's your chalk, Hermione," Ginny said, Hermione grabbed it and motioned for everyone to sit down. With a soft swish of her hand, all the candles were ignited and released a soft glow amongst the four teenagers.
"Let's get started. I'm going to need everyone's help for this to work." Hermione bent down and began to draw a white circle around the dining table.
"Oi! My mum's going to have puppies if she sees that," Ron exclaimed. As he moved to stand up, Hermione sent him deadly glare.
"Move, and you'll have to worry more about me then your mum," she told him and continued to draw the circle, "This is for protection. Nothing may hurt us while everyone stays inside the circle. If you brake the circle you'll let the spirit free and that won't be good." She finished the circle and took her rightful spot at the table with the large book in front of her, "Okay I want everyone to hold hands," Hermione nodded and waited till everyone had done what they were told. Ginny blushed furiously as Harry reached over to grip her hand and sent her a weak smile, "Now close your eyes and concentrate really hard," Hermione watched as their eyes closed and then read a passage below her.
iGreat spirits of the dead, We seek one of you. We mean you no harm, In this I state is true. We ask you to protect us, This is a must. Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust/i
Hermione spoke and closed her eyes. A soft wind blew against them and a few candles went out. Ron swallowed nervously, trying his best to continue concentrating. Hermione continued on, as the wind grew harder.
I Spirits of the dead, We call upon you. We call on one of your spirits, For his business is not through. Oliver Flowers is his name, Bring his spirit to us. What we ask is a must, Ashes to ashes and dust to dust /I
The wind was now at a howling point and all the candles were blown out. Leaving the four in semi darkness. The moon shining outside was their only source of light. Suddenly, the wind stopped and everything fell silent. Hermione's eyebrows furrowed as she wondered what went wrong. She had done everything the book had told her. A warmth filled the room, as if a warm fire was blazing in the near by fireplace. Hermione opened one eye and gasped. Her gasp signaled the others to open their eyes, all of them gasped in unison.
Hovering inches above the wooden table was a pale blue spirit of a man in what seemed his late 40's. His hair messy and his eyes were droopy, on the tip of his nose sat small wire frame glasses. He dressed in a dingy hold suit with patches on every turn. He looked at the gawking four teenagers, and then around the room.
"g-g-good job, H-Hermione," Ron stuttered as he continued to stare at the man in front of him.
"Mr. Flowers?" Hermione asked, her voice sounding very small. The man's eyes darted towards her, and he nodded.
"Indeed, I'm Mr. Oliver Flowers. What business do you call me on?" The man asked, his voice wispy yet deep.
"Its about your daughter, sir," Hermione said, her eyes big and wide.
"Julianne?" he asked, "Whats wrong with her. Where is she?"
"I-in my a-attic, sir," Ron quivered.
"Is she okay?" Oliver asked, hovering closer to Ron. Harry watched as Ron's face reached a new shade of pale.
"She's dead sir," Harry said, Oliver's eyes darted to him, "she's been dead for many years." Oliver's mouth opened, but words escaped. His eyes fell to floor, as if searching for the right words. He closed his eyes and a look of disgust grew on his face.
"Voldemort," he growled.
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