My Blood's True Color
Chapter Four ~ Stupid
* Dumbledore got to his feet and walked past Harry to the black cabinet that stood beside Fawkes's perch. He bent down, slid back a catch, and took from inside it the shallow stone basin, carved with runes around the edges, in which Harry had seen his father tormenting Snape. Dumbledore walked back to the desk, placed the Pensieve upon it, and raised his wand to his own temple. From it, he withdrew silvery, gossamer-fine strands of thought clinging to the wand, and deposited them in the basin. He sat back down behind his desk and watched his thoughts swirl and drift inside the Pensieve for a moment. Then, with a sigh, he raised his wand and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.
A figure rose out of it, draped in shawls, her eyes magnified to enormous size behind her glasses, and she revolved slowly, her feet in the basin. But when Sibyll Trelawney spoke, it was not in her usual ethereal, mystic voice, but in the harsh, hoarse tones Harry had heard her use once before.
"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES.. BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES. AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT. AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES.. THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES.."
The slowly revolving Professor Trelawney sank back into the silver mass below and vanished. *
"Who do you think she is?" "I'm not sure, but why is she in Hermione's house?" "This is bad, what if she's captured!" "Harry! Calm down! This is probably just her cousin or something!" Wait, look Ron, I think she's waking up."
Hermione moaned and rubbed her head, but as she tried to sit up, someone shoved her back down. Hermione opened her eyes and gasped. "Harry! Ron! What are you guys doing here?" She was answered with a wand pointed at her while Harry menacingly said "Well, shouldn't you be answering that to us?" Hermione gulped, 'Why are they looking at me like that? Don't they recognize me?' "Well?" He prodded her with the wand. "Aren't you going to answer me?" Hermione regained her composure and stood up, despite Harry and Ron's attempts to keep her on the floor. "You guys truly don't recognize me?" She asked, dumbfounded. "Of course we don't!" snapped Ron. "We've never seen you before in our life!" About to retaliate, Hermione suddenly stopped, and in the mirror across the room. If she could have, without being hexed, Hermione would have slapped herself. She had completely forgotten that she looked different now. 'No wonder they're so suspicious!' Hermione shook her head and decided on telling her friends what had happened instead of teasing them.
"I'm sorry, Harry, Ron." She began. "Wait a minute," Ron interrupted again. "How do you know who we are?" Hermione sighed. "Well, I was about to say before you so rudely interrupted" she countered. Ron mumbled under his breath but didn't say anything more, so Hermione continued. "I woke up like this today, and I don't think that either one of you would have appreciated that either. Especially when your two best friends decide to show up before you can figure out why, and think that you're some evil person sent by Voldemort to kill someone!" She paused, to see if this got through to something, but she was still getting confused looks from Harry and Ron. If they hadn't been accusing her of something, she would have laughed at them, they were just that clueless. Hermione decided that rolling her eyes at them would suffice before they got it, and started speaking again. "Let's see, you visit my home, accuse me of being someone else, and you STILL can't figure out who I am!" This caused Ron's ears to turn red and Harry to turn on her with a look of disbelief. He stared for a moment before saying "Hermione?" She just laughed and said, "Good going Einstein, now can you tell me what two plus two is?" Ron had caught on by now and was also staring at her as if she had something along the lines of two heads. "Hermione?" Harry repeated. "Yes it's me." Hermione replied, getting a little annoyed at how slow he was. "But. How?" Ron asked. Hermione was now kind of annoyed at their stupidity. "If you guys had been listening to me, then maybe you would have heard me say that I have NO CLUE why I look like this!" She said in an aggravated tone. "But Hermione," Harry whispered. "Don't you know who you look like?" Ron realized what Harry was saying, and looked horrified. Hermione, on the other hand, didn't know what he was talking about. "Noooooo." She said briskly. "I don't know who I look like." "Hermione," He started. "You look like Voldemort."
Chapter Four ~ Stupid
* Dumbledore got to his feet and walked past Harry to the black cabinet that stood beside Fawkes's perch. He bent down, slid back a catch, and took from inside it the shallow stone basin, carved with runes around the edges, in which Harry had seen his father tormenting Snape. Dumbledore walked back to the desk, placed the Pensieve upon it, and raised his wand to his own temple. From it, he withdrew silvery, gossamer-fine strands of thought clinging to the wand, and deposited them in the basin. He sat back down behind his desk and watched his thoughts swirl and drift inside the Pensieve for a moment. Then, with a sigh, he raised his wand and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.
A figure rose out of it, draped in shawls, her eyes magnified to enormous size behind her glasses, and she revolved slowly, her feet in the basin. But when Sibyll Trelawney spoke, it was not in her usual ethereal, mystic voice, but in the harsh, hoarse tones Harry had heard her use once before.
"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES.. BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES. AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT. AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES.. THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES.."
The slowly revolving Professor Trelawney sank back into the silver mass below and vanished. *
"Who do you think she is?" "I'm not sure, but why is she in Hermione's house?" "This is bad, what if she's captured!" "Harry! Calm down! This is probably just her cousin or something!" Wait, look Ron, I think she's waking up."
Hermione moaned and rubbed her head, but as she tried to sit up, someone shoved her back down. Hermione opened her eyes and gasped. "Harry! Ron! What are you guys doing here?" She was answered with a wand pointed at her while Harry menacingly said "Well, shouldn't you be answering that to us?" Hermione gulped, 'Why are they looking at me like that? Don't they recognize me?' "Well?" He prodded her with the wand. "Aren't you going to answer me?" Hermione regained her composure and stood up, despite Harry and Ron's attempts to keep her on the floor. "You guys truly don't recognize me?" She asked, dumbfounded. "Of course we don't!" snapped Ron. "We've never seen you before in our life!" About to retaliate, Hermione suddenly stopped, and in the mirror across the room. If she could have, without being hexed, Hermione would have slapped herself. She had completely forgotten that she looked different now. 'No wonder they're so suspicious!' Hermione shook her head and decided on telling her friends what had happened instead of teasing them.
"I'm sorry, Harry, Ron." She began. "Wait a minute," Ron interrupted again. "How do you know who we are?" Hermione sighed. "Well, I was about to say before you so rudely interrupted" she countered. Ron mumbled under his breath but didn't say anything more, so Hermione continued. "I woke up like this today, and I don't think that either one of you would have appreciated that either. Especially when your two best friends decide to show up before you can figure out why, and think that you're some evil person sent by Voldemort to kill someone!" She paused, to see if this got through to something, but she was still getting confused looks from Harry and Ron. If they hadn't been accusing her of something, she would have laughed at them, they were just that clueless. Hermione decided that rolling her eyes at them would suffice before they got it, and started speaking again. "Let's see, you visit my home, accuse me of being someone else, and you STILL can't figure out who I am!" This caused Ron's ears to turn red and Harry to turn on her with a look of disbelief. He stared for a moment before saying "Hermione?" She just laughed and said, "Good going Einstein, now can you tell me what two plus two is?" Ron had caught on by now and was also staring at her as if she had something along the lines of two heads. "Hermione?" Harry repeated. "Yes it's me." Hermione replied, getting a little annoyed at how slow he was. "But. How?" Ron asked. Hermione was now kind of annoyed at their stupidity. "If you guys had been listening to me, then maybe you would have heard me say that I have NO CLUE why I look like this!" She said in an aggravated tone. "But Hermione," Harry whispered. "Don't you know who you look like?" Ron realized what Harry was saying, and looked horrified. Hermione, on the other hand, didn't know what he was talking about. "Noooooo." She said briskly. "I don't know who I look like." "Hermione," He started. "You look like Voldemort."
