A/N: Okay, this is very much going to be a good chapter. (I hope) This will at last go into her dream, and there is another Hogsmeade visit. :)
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MEMO: VOLDIE IS DEAD
The Weasel's Damsel
By: Silver Ice
Hermione's P.O.V
The room was dark and dreary with hardly any air to breathe. The pungent smell of death was strong. The women I was looking at was old, and hadn't the faintest trace of beauty. She stood tall, and in her hand, she held a sword. Terrified, I looked around me for an escape, yet I could not find one. As I scanned the room, I noticed something glimmering on the floor. Then I heard the melody flow from it…when I want you in my arms, when I want you and all your charms.... It was the music box with it's song echoing through the room. I glanced up to see the woman was smiling now, and the sword was shining. The sharpness was evident as the sword rose over the women's head and came down with a defining crack as it sliced the stony ground.
"Hermione, Hermione, HERMIONE!!! Would you wake up already," I heard a voice scream shrilly.
"Please no, stop, no," I muttered obliviously.
"Are you okay? It's only me you know," the voice said again. This time I recognized it as Parvati's.
I opened my eyes and took in the shining sunlight, the dream spinning through my head. It was like the last one, that women, who was she!
"Hermione, you've been acting like this all week, get a hold of yourself. You're not sick, and I doubt that anything else has happened to you. If you have a problem with Ron you can't hide from it," Lavender bubbled in a pathetic attempt to cheer me up.
"Would you two please shut up and leave me alone!" I exclaimed, angry at their gossipy comments.
"God, let's go Lavender, somewhere far away from her," Parvati said, tossing her hair snobbishly as she left.
I didn't bother thinking about them though. What could I possibly do about that dream, about that woman, and about my music box. Why had it been a part of it. I glanced to my side, just to be sure the wooden box was still there. After seeing it was, I stood groggily, and headed to the dresser. I got down my robes, changed, and brushed my teeth. That was when I heard Ron screaming from outside the door.
"Hermione, are you in there? I heard you yelled at Parvati and Lavender, you okay?" Ron questioned loudly.
"You can come in," I mumbled.
He creaked open the door, and timidly walked in, "Hermione, you look as though you've died."
I gasped at his comment, the nightmare flying into my mind. Shivers ran up my spine as I thought of that final blow of the sword. Could it possibly have been a premonition. After all, I knew that woman in some way. Her face stirred memories that I could not grasp.
"Hermione, sit down, you look like you're about to pass out," Ron said sitting me down. I barely noticed the movement, "tell me what's wrong. You are not just tierd, something's happened, hasn't it. Is it something I've done?"
When Ron accused himself I was brought back to reality, "No Ron, you've done nothing at all!"
"Then tell me what it is," Ron hollered forcefully.
"I-I don't know what it is. I don't understand what it is!" I exclaimed loudly, matching the intensity of Ron's voice.
"Tell me," Ron pleaded.
"It was just a dream Ron, that's all. I just dreamed Voldemort was back, and he was after my parents because they're muggles, and oh it was horrible!" I exclaimed in a lie.
"Oh Hermione, it's all right, he's gone forever. There's no way he can ever harm you, or your family, it'll be okay," Ron said comfortingly as he wrapped his arms around me.
For a moment, there was silence, but it was broken by Harry's shout from the common room.
"We're going to be late for the Hogsmeade trip again, I'd really like to go some time this year," Harry shouted in a deafening voice.
"Do you want to go, or would you rather stay here?" Ron asked sincerely.
"No, I don't want to stay here, It will ruin my day. Besides, it was just a dream," I said standing up confidently.
He smiled and stood up as well, "Let's get going then, we really are going to be late! We still have to eat breakfast."
I nodded and we headed to the great hall. I realized suddenly how hungry I actually was, and that I hadn't eaten since breakfast the last morning. I loaded my plate with a little bit of every food, and savored every bite I took.
"You hunger Hermione? Your eating more than Ron usually does, and that' saying something," Ginny said smiling.
"Actually, I haven't eaten since yesterdays breakfast, and all I had then was a piece of toast," I replied in defense.
"Are you serious? I don't think I can make it that long without eating if food was so close to me," Harry said in seriousness.
"I don't even want to think about not being able to eat. What would I ever do without my food!" Ron exclaimed sarcastically.
"You know what, that's a good question, I don't think you could survive without eating as much food as you do," Dean added.
The buzz of happy excitement continued to grow around me, but I could do nothing more than smile. That was before the mail came. Much to my surprise a large owl landed in front of me with a postcard from the Bahamas. I turned it over and read in excitement.
Dearest Hermione,
How is everything at Hogwarts? Have exams started yet, if so, the best of luck to you! I hope that all is well, and you got back fine after Christmas Break. Our vacation is wonderful so far, the Bahamas is such an amazing place. They have a fascinating history, and the weather is more beautiful than you could ever imagine! As a matter of fact, your father final succumbed to come snorkeling with me. We must go here this summer as a vacation, you will love it here. On to the bad news, our good neighbor, Ms. Alvira Sheath, has been reported missing, and they believe she died. The poor old women, bless her soul. Well my dear, we'll be seeing you in June at the station.
With Much Love,
Mum and Dad
"What'd you get Hermione?" Ron questioned.
"Oh, it's a postcard from my parents. They're on vacation in the Bahamas, it's a muggle island chain. It's lovely there, quiet warm actually. They're doing good, but our old neighbor is missing, and the police believe she's died," I said sadly remembering her kindness.
Everyone finished their food surprisingly fast, and we were standing in the entrance hall, ready to go, before I knew it.
"Oh my gosh, I just remembered, we have to go see that stupid oracle today!" Harry exclaimed suddenly.
"Oracle?" I asked, afraid to know why Harry would possibly see an oracle.
"That's right, I completely forgot all about that," Ron replied slapping his forehead.
"What are you two talking about? What oracle, and why would you want to see one of those stupid things anyway," I said.
"Divination homework," the two boys muttered at the same time.
The walk to Hogsmeade was short, and we reached the Three Broomsticks before thirty minutes had passed.
"I can't believe it's still so cold outside," I mumbled as goose bumps ran down my arms. Two nods of agreement followed my statement.
We were walking through the bustling pub when Draco Malfoy's voice could suddenly be heard, "Look here boys, why if it isn't Potty, Weasel, and the Muddblood."
"Malfoy, you really should shut up right about now," Ron snapped loudly, stepping in front of me.
"Boys, take care of him," Malfoy commanded, taking a step back. Crabbe and Goyle stood as tall as they could, but they were still midgets when compared to Ron's towering height.
"Sorry sir," Crabbe muttered to Ron, and then sat back down, Goyle following his action.
Malfoy let out a nervous chuckle, "What are you two doing? Get up already, get rid of the lot."
"No, I think we'll be getting rid of you, and your simple minded sidekicks," Ron announced.
Malfoy glared at Ron, "Why should I leave, I got here first!"
"NOW, and don't you ever insult Hermione again," Ron hollered, making Malfoy scamper out the door in seconds. His 'sidekicks' followed, and the table was left to them, "it's only fair that a lady should get the grandest of tables." Ron pulled out a seat for me.
I smiled as I thought of how lucky I was to have him as a boyfriend. Our butter beers came in another five minutes, or to be accurate, Malfoy's butter beers came. When Harry handed the sickles to Madame Rosmerta, she said they'd already been paid for.
"I love Saturday's," Harry said happily placing the money back into his pockets.
"Why, it's just like any other day," I replied.
"Nah, no homework on Saturday's, but anyway, let's go to Honeydukes next," Ron said changing the subject.
"That's a good idea, I need a new stock of sugar quills, I'm nearly all out," Harry declared.
"I can't believe you actually use that stuff, I find it disgusting," Ron said wrinkling his nose. Harry rolled his eyes, and we continued sipping on our butter beers. We walking quickly to Honeydukes and each bought a bag full of sweets. When we had all that we could carry, we went to sit on the benches near the shrieking shack.
"Chocolate frogs, my favourite," I said biting into the sweet chocolate. We shared the Bertie Bott's every flavour Beans, and each got a chocolate frog before Harry stood.
"Look, that purple tent must be 'the oracle', we better get there before too many people get in line, I'm not going to wait to see this old bat," Harry avowed.
Ron agreed and I followed the two of them to the velvety tent. Only one girl stood in line, and she was entering as we came.
"So Hermione, you'll go won't you?" Ron asked me.
"I might as well, after all, she may say something that will amuse me completely," I acknowledged. The girl came out sighing, and Harry entered first.
Within five minutes he had exited muttering, "It's all rubbish."
"What'd she tell you? You were in grave danger?" Ron questioned, using Trelawney's famous words.
"She told me a grand part of my life will be revealed soon, it's all complete rubbish," Harry repeated as Ron went in.
Ron came out even faster than Harry had, "What a fake, that women told me I would soon go on a mission, who am I, Hercules."
I shrugged and slowly entered the tent. I'd envisioned burning candles, and floating smoke, but all I saw in front of me was an average looking witch at an elegant table.
"Ah, do come and sit down," the women said in a kind voice. I moved to the seat and lowered into it gently. She laid out her hands, and I placed mine into them. There was silence for a moment, but then the woman broke into a smile.
"What is it? What do you see?" I queried curiously.
"My dear, you truly have the greatest gift of all, for you have the pureness of heart," the oracle said in a shocked voice.
"The pureness of heart, I've never heard of it, it's not in a single I've read," I said in response to her mystical voice.
"You wouldn't find it any modern age books, the pureness of heart is something that's been around for ages, but is now rare. How many people do you believe can posses such a power. Power of kindness, sincerity, and passionate love," the woman said.
"Plenty of people I know are kind, sincere, and loving. Everything I have they do too," I said, finding this to be rubbish just as Harry and Ron had said.
"No, you have it all wrong. Many people can appear kind and loving, but inside they're hateful and jealous. You however, hold no such emotions. While others will be kind just to get something, you are kind because your heart wills you to do it."
I pondered what she had said. Lavender and Parvati were always kind around others, but I knew what really was on their minds. All the same, I alleged, "Anyone can do that."
"I see you are not a quick believer, but you must understand that you also have the will to love. The will to save others from danger, and in death, you would give your life so another could live. However, I'm afraid this pureness of heart comes with a fair amount of opinions, both the good, and the bad. Some will be drawn to you, and others will be insanely jealous and learn to hate you. However, there are a few that would want a person with a pure heart destroyed. For this reason, you have a protector. Though you may not know who it is by name, you have met. With the love the protector holds for you, he will keep you form danger at all costs," the oracle explained in such an honesty voice, that I couldn't help believing what she'd said.
"Harry is it? I don't love Harry though, not any more than a sister loves a brother," I exclaimed.
"You will not know you're protector until you've been saved by him." She said.
I sighed and sat six knuts on the table, "Thank you miss, but I really must get going." I got half way to the exit when she spoke again.
"Wait, you've been having dreams haven't you, just this morning in fact."
"Wh-how did you know?" I whispered, turning slowly to face her.
She didn't answer my question, but continued, "You've seen the women, she is what I mean when I say that some may want your heart destroyed. That, my dear, is why you must be protected."
"Good day ma'am," I managed to say, and then quickly walked out of the tent.
"Finally, you've been in there for nearly a half and hour, what on earth did that woman say," Ron asked in exasperation.
"Kindness, about kindness," I answered holding my breath.
"If you say so," Harry stated stretching. We walked away from the tent, and I couldn't stop from trembling.
Hours later as we walked back to school, I couldn't get the oracle's penetrating gaze out of my mind. Her words kept on running through my head-
"You've seen the women, she is what I mean when I say that some may want your heart destroyed. That, my dear, is why you must be protected."
End
A/N: Okay, well, I think that chapter was just a little bit longer than the others. You all know a bit more about the dream, but much more is soon to be reviled. r/f
My quote for the day that is
"Never try to teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time, and just annoys the pig."