Harry Potter and the Cavern of Dreams
~Chapter one~
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Hermione shuddered. She had never had a dream so vivid, so, well, real! 'Looks like I'm having Harry Symptoms again,' she thought to herself, grinning slightly. Harry Symptoms, as she called dreams that seemed to be real, were something she seemed to be having a lot of lately. This dream was the scariest of the lot. But she couldn't work it out.
"Maybe Harry will know," she said to no-one in particular. Yep, this case called for scented letter-paper and a fancy fountain pen. Hermione had avoided using quills, because once upon a time, she had an eagle owl, which disappeared. Her mother said he had gone on holiday, (she was only six at the time, remember) but Hermione now knew better. Her grandmother hated birds, and she had sent him off to be made into quills. Her mother, ignorant though she was, bought her a horse to try and make up for it, but all the same, she had never forgiven her grandmother.
She took out her zebra pencil case, which she had acquired recently after a local trip to the zoo, and hunted through it for her pen. It wasn't there! Hermione frowned. It had been there yesterday, when she had written to Viktor to break up with him… She began a wild search around the room. Under the bed (smelly socks)underneath the wardrobe (just a spider, a coat hanger and a piece of fluff) and in her desk (a rubber she didn't even know she owned). Finally, she checked the wastepaper bin, in case it had rolled out of her pencil case. No luck. Suddenly a wild idea came to her. Was it?… Could it be?… Taking a deep breath, she pulled the lid off the bureau that had been previously hiding discreetly in the corner of the room. It held her true family documents, and had only recently been revealed to her…
*Flashback*
She sat at the kitchen table, her mind in a dazed stupor. 'I'm a… pureblood?' She said.
"Yes, it certainly seems so. Your father has disappeared, and I'm afraid your mother is dead. I know this is a lot to take in, but you need to hear me through. I'm afraid I've kept it from you for too long. If you'd have known before, it would have stopped all this silly nonsense about muggleborns and mudbloods."
"So what is my real name, then?" Hermione braced herself.
"Your real name is Arwen Melody Illusen. I'm so sorry darling. The school will need to resort you, as Arwen Illusen might not belong in the same house as Hermione Granger…"
*End Flashback*
That was last week. Ever since, she had been taking shifty glances at the chest, as if it might suddenly disappear. Yes, Arwen Melody Illusen was on her guard at all times, and nobody could stop that. Even though she did not know it, after the changing name shock, there was another surprise waiting for her, one that she wouldn't be expecting…