Hey all! Well.I actually just put up the first chapter 10 minutes ago.but
I'm
inspired so I think I'll just go ahead and do another one. The first was a
little short but I
hope you enjoyed it all the same. All right, I'm going to try and make this
chapter as
coherent as possible.but please bear in mind that it is 1:30 a.m. where I
currently reside.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.although between writing these chapters I did find a killer cardboard box out in the dumpster. In the world of the homeless, the girl with the cardboard refrigerator box is queen.
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Hermione entered the Ministry lobby and was met with dozens of voices ringing out through the vast hall.
" I saw him! I saw him! He was horrible!"
"He snatched up that woman in black and ran that way!"
"He's back! He's back!"
Well yes, it's not as if we've been trying to tell you people that all year, Hermione thought bitterly as Tonks led her through the lobby. Hermione clutched her head, which ached all the way down to the tips of her bushy brown hair. She had cracked it hard on the floor when a death eater cursed her and she literally fell unconscious. When she gingerly touched her left temple, she could feel the frizzy hair was damp and sticky with blood.
Tonks guided Hermione carefully through the growing throng of people towards the jumbled remains of the fountain. An argument had broken out somewhere to Hermione's left between Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge. Well, it wasn't really an argument. it was more like the Minister screaming himself purple and Dumbledore nodding and smiling pleasantly while tending to Harry. Tonks looked anxiously towards the raging minister where the rest of the Order was gathering.
"Go ahead Tonks, I'm perfectly fine. I'll just sit here and wait for you." Hermione said, flicking her aching head towards the group (immediately regretting it as stars danced in front of her eyes). Tonks looked at her analytically, cocking her head to the side and chewing her lower lip. Hermione lifted her chin a fraction of an inch and shooed Tonks away with the back of her hand. Thankfully, the pink-haired witch relinquished her death grip on Hermione's shoulder and hurried clumsily over to join the Order.
Hermione sat for a few minutes on her hard, golden seat, surveying the damage wrought upon the once immaculate lobby. Scorch marks shot up the walls in various places, accompanying the occasional singed remains of a spell-damaged curtain. It was going to take weeks to clean this mess up.
Well it will probably take longer than that to clean me up. Hermione thought. One can only imagine what I look like after this. She reached up and gently fingered the spot at her left temple again, frowning at the red stain left on her fingertips. Carefully, Hermione leaned over the edge of the fountain, trying to get a good look at her reflection. A pained expression crossed her face as she caught sight of her image. Geez, you look like you've been stampeded by a pack of Hyppogriffs.twice.
A bright red glint from the bottom of the fountain distracted Hermione from her self-deprecating. She reached down into the cool water and closed her hand around the shining object and pulled it out. A gorgeous opal pendant rested in her scraped palm, the delicate silver chain dripping water onto her robes. The pendant was made of silver, wrought into eight pieces and wound around each other into four points. Nestled inside the ornate silver pendant was a walnut sized opal. The gem was flawless, a rich pearly white with flecks of bright red and orange that made the jewel seem on fire. Hermione had never seen such a beautiful piece of jewelry.
"Hermione!" Tonks called as she crossed the room again towards the bushy- haired girl on the fountain's edge. " Come on dear, Dumbledore is taking us back to Hogwarts. Let's get you to the hospital wing and have that cut looked at!" As Tonks neared Hermione, she ran right into a little Asian witch holding a grocery bag, nearly knocking the tiny woman off her feet. As Tonks was distracted by apologizing, Hermione thrust the necklace into the pocket of her robes. When the bubbly, but clumsy, witch finally reached Hermione, she grabbed her under the arm and gently helped her to her feet. Together, they walked over to Dumbledore and the rest of the Order. The kindly old headmaster placed a reassuring hand on Hermione's shoulder and, all together, they left the ministry.
3 Months Later -----------
Draco Malfoy stalked up and down the halls of the train, trying to look as formidable and intimidating as possible. His tactic was working splendidly as he looked a force to be reckoned with. His steely gray eyes framed by the white blond hair that fell across his forehead gave him the appearance of an arctic wolf. Fierce, graceful, and deadly. The only things that marred this intriguing and fearsome scene were the pair of great oxen lumbering behind the lone wolf. While Draco had built up his body tough and taut, Crabbe and Goyle were just clumsy bulk. Draco didn't really need them as bodyguards, he could take care of himself. Crabbe and Goyle were just so used to following in his wake, they really didn't know what else to do with themselves, and Draco didn't really feel the need to discourage them. Sometimes a good 400 pounds of dumb, deadweight could come in handy.
Draco dropped his lackeys off at a compartment and told them to wait for him there. He then slid the door shut and made his way towards the front of the train, to the prefects compartments. When he reached the stretch of prefects compartments, he immediately found Professor McGonagall and got briefed as to what he would be doing during his 6th year. Same old, same old as far as he could tell. Nothing interesting this year.
Malfoy backtracked up the corridor towards the compartment he left Crabbe and Goyle loafing in, glaring at a couple of second years along the way. The smaller students scurried quickly the other way, not wanting to meet up with Draco. The Malfoy name was pretty well known at all times, but particularly feared recently, with his father in Azkaban on countless charges and accused of being a death eater. Draco smirked bitterly at the thought of his father. Draco tried not to wear his hatred of Lucius Malfoy on his sleeve, but that was getting harder and harder to do. With a shake of his silver-haired head, Malfoy shoved open the door. What he expected to see were two large, grazing bulls lounging around the compartment. So needless to say he was thrown off by the pretty brunette with an enormous, old book in her lap, fingering a delicate silver chain.When the girl looked up and narrowed her eyes at Malfoy, he nearly cursed out loud. Granger.Terrific.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.although between writing these chapters I did find a killer cardboard box out in the dumpster. In the world of the homeless, the girl with the cardboard refrigerator box is queen.
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Hermione entered the Ministry lobby and was met with dozens of voices ringing out through the vast hall.
" I saw him! I saw him! He was horrible!"
"He snatched up that woman in black and ran that way!"
"He's back! He's back!"
Well yes, it's not as if we've been trying to tell you people that all year, Hermione thought bitterly as Tonks led her through the lobby. Hermione clutched her head, which ached all the way down to the tips of her bushy brown hair. She had cracked it hard on the floor when a death eater cursed her and she literally fell unconscious. When she gingerly touched her left temple, she could feel the frizzy hair was damp and sticky with blood.
Tonks guided Hermione carefully through the growing throng of people towards the jumbled remains of the fountain. An argument had broken out somewhere to Hermione's left between Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge. Well, it wasn't really an argument. it was more like the Minister screaming himself purple and Dumbledore nodding and smiling pleasantly while tending to Harry. Tonks looked anxiously towards the raging minister where the rest of the Order was gathering.
"Go ahead Tonks, I'm perfectly fine. I'll just sit here and wait for you." Hermione said, flicking her aching head towards the group (immediately regretting it as stars danced in front of her eyes). Tonks looked at her analytically, cocking her head to the side and chewing her lower lip. Hermione lifted her chin a fraction of an inch and shooed Tonks away with the back of her hand. Thankfully, the pink-haired witch relinquished her death grip on Hermione's shoulder and hurried clumsily over to join the Order.
Hermione sat for a few minutes on her hard, golden seat, surveying the damage wrought upon the once immaculate lobby. Scorch marks shot up the walls in various places, accompanying the occasional singed remains of a spell-damaged curtain. It was going to take weeks to clean this mess up.
Well it will probably take longer than that to clean me up. Hermione thought. One can only imagine what I look like after this. She reached up and gently fingered the spot at her left temple again, frowning at the red stain left on her fingertips. Carefully, Hermione leaned over the edge of the fountain, trying to get a good look at her reflection. A pained expression crossed her face as she caught sight of her image. Geez, you look like you've been stampeded by a pack of Hyppogriffs.twice.
A bright red glint from the bottom of the fountain distracted Hermione from her self-deprecating. She reached down into the cool water and closed her hand around the shining object and pulled it out. A gorgeous opal pendant rested in her scraped palm, the delicate silver chain dripping water onto her robes. The pendant was made of silver, wrought into eight pieces and wound around each other into four points. Nestled inside the ornate silver pendant was a walnut sized opal. The gem was flawless, a rich pearly white with flecks of bright red and orange that made the jewel seem on fire. Hermione had never seen such a beautiful piece of jewelry.
"Hermione!" Tonks called as she crossed the room again towards the bushy- haired girl on the fountain's edge. " Come on dear, Dumbledore is taking us back to Hogwarts. Let's get you to the hospital wing and have that cut looked at!" As Tonks neared Hermione, she ran right into a little Asian witch holding a grocery bag, nearly knocking the tiny woman off her feet. As Tonks was distracted by apologizing, Hermione thrust the necklace into the pocket of her robes. When the bubbly, but clumsy, witch finally reached Hermione, she grabbed her under the arm and gently helped her to her feet. Together, they walked over to Dumbledore and the rest of the Order. The kindly old headmaster placed a reassuring hand on Hermione's shoulder and, all together, they left the ministry.
3 Months Later -----------
Draco Malfoy stalked up and down the halls of the train, trying to look as formidable and intimidating as possible. His tactic was working splendidly as he looked a force to be reckoned with. His steely gray eyes framed by the white blond hair that fell across his forehead gave him the appearance of an arctic wolf. Fierce, graceful, and deadly. The only things that marred this intriguing and fearsome scene were the pair of great oxen lumbering behind the lone wolf. While Draco had built up his body tough and taut, Crabbe and Goyle were just clumsy bulk. Draco didn't really need them as bodyguards, he could take care of himself. Crabbe and Goyle were just so used to following in his wake, they really didn't know what else to do with themselves, and Draco didn't really feel the need to discourage them. Sometimes a good 400 pounds of dumb, deadweight could come in handy.
Draco dropped his lackeys off at a compartment and told them to wait for him there. He then slid the door shut and made his way towards the front of the train, to the prefects compartments. When he reached the stretch of prefects compartments, he immediately found Professor McGonagall and got briefed as to what he would be doing during his 6th year. Same old, same old as far as he could tell. Nothing interesting this year.
Malfoy backtracked up the corridor towards the compartment he left Crabbe and Goyle loafing in, glaring at a couple of second years along the way. The smaller students scurried quickly the other way, not wanting to meet up with Draco. The Malfoy name was pretty well known at all times, but particularly feared recently, with his father in Azkaban on countless charges and accused of being a death eater. Draco smirked bitterly at the thought of his father. Draco tried not to wear his hatred of Lucius Malfoy on his sleeve, but that was getting harder and harder to do. With a shake of his silver-haired head, Malfoy shoved open the door. What he expected to see were two large, grazing bulls lounging around the compartment. So needless to say he was thrown off by the pretty brunette with an enormous, old book in her lap, fingering a delicate silver chain.When the girl looked up and narrowed her eyes at Malfoy, he nearly cursed out loud. Granger.Terrific.
