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As always, far from belonging to me. ^_^ And if they did, would I be writing crap like this? No, didn't think so.
A side note on my mood as I was writing the latter half of this.I was listening to a gorgeous piece called "By Loch and Mountain", performed by my middle school's Wind Ensemble (a group of about fifty musicians, if even really that, that you audition for - and that I happened to be in last year). Thus, I was also one of the people performing "Loch", and it really helped influence my writing the last part. The beginning was sort of melancholy, and depressed, which is sort of how I'm imagining Hermione is going to be.but not to give too much away. The same with "Journey into Diablo Canyon", which was next in my playlist. That one has some gorgeous moments.
As a shameless plug, I've put spaces between all the slashes and the periods so that maybe FFN will let it be.if not, e-mail me at StrwBerriSwt@hotmail.com.
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Then just click on "By Loch and Mountain", and/or "Journey into Diablo Canyon".
MOURIR
Chapter Five
"Questions and Answers"
Hermione Granger pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear as she bent over the ancient tome she had uncovered in the Restricted Section.
"HERMIONE!" bellowed Ron Weasley, coming in and seeing her still there.
She made a note or two and turned the page.
"HERMIONE GRANGER!" he shouted again, earning himself a glare from Madam Pince.
Hermione scribbled something more down on the scrap of parchment she had on the side.
Finally, tired of trying to get her to tear her gaze from the book, Ron drew his wand and poked Hermione firmly in the back with it.
She froze mid-breath, and whispered something under her breath.
Ron flew backwards, landing with a mild cry of outrage on the ground (and on his arse, no less). Hermione then twisted in her chair to look at him.
"Ronald Weasley, you should know better than to surprise me!"
"I've been bellowing your name for two minutes!" insisted Ron petulantly.
"And d'you think I'm DEAF, Ron?" Hermione demanded. "Five points for disrespect." She rolled her eyes and shut the book on the parchment, which served as a sort of bookmark. "What did you want?"
"It's a Hogsmeade Saturday," Ron said, "and you've been in here since ten this morning. And you missed lunch. AND, what's more, it's almost dinner."
"I am well aware of the time, Ronald Weasley," Hermione glared at him. "Besides, I would have thought you were too busy with Lavender Brown to know whether or not I did, in fact, miss lunch. Which," she said, a challenge in her voice, "I did NOT."
Ron blushed furiously and looked down. "Sorry, 'Mione."
"Don't call me that," said Hermione sharply. "You know I don't like it." She stood and picked up the book, waving to Madam Pince with it as she shouldered her leather satchel and made her way out.
Ron stared after her, then muttered something dismissive about girls and 'that time of month'.
**********
"Dum-dums," Hermione said absently, and the stone gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office swung aside to reveal the winding staircase leading up. She adjusted the satchel on her shoulder and began the ascent.
As she reached the top, she heard a familiar voice speaking with the Headmaster.
"Harry!" she gasped quietly.
".my scar's been hurting as of late, you know - and Hermione's not around to tell me what to do. She's been in the library so much, Professor, even more so than usual. It's odd."
"Harry," returned the sage voice of Dumbledore, "I don't know what to tell you. This project is very important to Hermione. She believes that if she can brew this potion correctly, she may have found a cure to lycanthropy. And this is something very significant, not just to Hermione but to the entire wizarding world. Professor Lupin is, I understand, a good friend of yours."
Hermione could practically hear Harry's nod.
"I think the best thing right now for you to do is just to be supportive, and help her in any way you can. Hermione is a very perceptive girl. I know she'll notice something soon."
She heard Harry's chair scraping back, and Hermione hurried back down the stairs to make it look as if she had just come in.
Dumbledore's office door swung open just as Hermione turned to make her way up.
"Hello, Harry," she said, as she passed him.
"Hi, Hermione," he replied, moving past her. "Hey, I'll see you at dinner, yeah?"
She smiled reassuringly at him. "Yeah." Hermione continued moving up the stairs, feeling slightly guilty about her eavesdropping.
"Miss Granger, please have a seat."
Hermione took the proffered seat with a glance around. Her gaze rested on Fawkes for a moment as she contemplated the Order of the Phoenix, but only momentarily. Her not-so-innocent gaze was drawn to Dumbledore as he cleared his throat.
Well, she reasoned with herself, it's not as if I listened in on something about Ron or anything. It was about ME, she thought insistently, as Dumbledore smiled knowingly at her.
"My dear, I believe that your eavesdropping was merely the 'noticing' I told Harry you would have soon."
"I'm just sorry that I didn't notice sooner," said Hermione quietly.
"You cannot change the past, Hermione, only the future," replied Dumbledore encouragingly. "Now.the reason you came to me."
"I.I seem to have come to a standstill in my research," Hermione admitted.
"Then why come to me?" inquired Dumbledore. "Why not Professor Snape?"
"Because," she said, "I believe that you are the only one in the school who might have my answer."
As always, far from belonging to me. ^_^ And if they did, would I be writing crap like this? No, didn't think so.
A side note on my mood as I was writing the latter half of this.I was listening to a gorgeous piece called "By Loch and Mountain", performed by my middle school's Wind Ensemble (a group of about fifty musicians, if even really that, that you audition for - and that I happened to be in last year). Thus, I was also one of the people performing "Loch", and it really helped influence my writing the last part. The beginning was sort of melancholy, and depressed, which is sort of how I'm imagining Hermione is going to be.but not to give too much away. The same with "Journey into Diablo Canyon", which was next in my playlist. That one has some gorgeous moments.
As a shameless plug, I've put spaces between all the slashes and the periods so that maybe FFN will let it be.if not, e-mail me at StrwBerriSwt@hotmail.com.
http: / / www . brrsd . k12 . nj . us / brms / chughes / speccwh . htm
Then just click on "By Loch and Mountain", and/or "Journey into Diablo Canyon".
MOURIR
Chapter Five
"Questions and Answers"
Hermione Granger pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear as she bent over the ancient tome she had uncovered in the Restricted Section.
"HERMIONE!" bellowed Ron Weasley, coming in and seeing her still there.
She made a note or two and turned the page.
"HERMIONE GRANGER!" he shouted again, earning himself a glare from Madam Pince.
Hermione scribbled something more down on the scrap of parchment she had on the side.
Finally, tired of trying to get her to tear her gaze from the book, Ron drew his wand and poked Hermione firmly in the back with it.
She froze mid-breath, and whispered something under her breath.
Ron flew backwards, landing with a mild cry of outrage on the ground (and on his arse, no less). Hermione then twisted in her chair to look at him.
"Ronald Weasley, you should know better than to surprise me!"
"I've been bellowing your name for two minutes!" insisted Ron petulantly.
"And d'you think I'm DEAF, Ron?" Hermione demanded. "Five points for disrespect." She rolled her eyes and shut the book on the parchment, which served as a sort of bookmark. "What did you want?"
"It's a Hogsmeade Saturday," Ron said, "and you've been in here since ten this morning. And you missed lunch. AND, what's more, it's almost dinner."
"I am well aware of the time, Ronald Weasley," Hermione glared at him. "Besides, I would have thought you were too busy with Lavender Brown to know whether or not I did, in fact, miss lunch. Which," she said, a challenge in her voice, "I did NOT."
Ron blushed furiously and looked down. "Sorry, 'Mione."
"Don't call me that," said Hermione sharply. "You know I don't like it." She stood and picked up the book, waving to Madam Pince with it as she shouldered her leather satchel and made her way out.
Ron stared after her, then muttered something dismissive about girls and 'that time of month'.
**********
"Dum-dums," Hermione said absently, and the stone gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office swung aside to reveal the winding staircase leading up. She adjusted the satchel on her shoulder and began the ascent.
As she reached the top, she heard a familiar voice speaking with the Headmaster.
"Harry!" she gasped quietly.
".my scar's been hurting as of late, you know - and Hermione's not around to tell me what to do. She's been in the library so much, Professor, even more so than usual. It's odd."
"Harry," returned the sage voice of Dumbledore, "I don't know what to tell you. This project is very important to Hermione. She believes that if she can brew this potion correctly, she may have found a cure to lycanthropy. And this is something very significant, not just to Hermione but to the entire wizarding world. Professor Lupin is, I understand, a good friend of yours."
Hermione could practically hear Harry's nod.
"I think the best thing right now for you to do is just to be supportive, and help her in any way you can. Hermione is a very perceptive girl. I know she'll notice something soon."
She heard Harry's chair scraping back, and Hermione hurried back down the stairs to make it look as if she had just come in.
Dumbledore's office door swung open just as Hermione turned to make her way up.
"Hello, Harry," she said, as she passed him.
"Hi, Hermione," he replied, moving past her. "Hey, I'll see you at dinner, yeah?"
She smiled reassuringly at him. "Yeah." Hermione continued moving up the stairs, feeling slightly guilty about her eavesdropping.
"Miss Granger, please have a seat."
Hermione took the proffered seat with a glance around. Her gaze rested on Fawkes for a moment as she contemplated the Order of the Phoenix, but only momentarily. Her not-so-innocent gaze was drawn to Dumbledore as he cleared his throat.
Well, she reasoned with herself, it's not as if I listened in on something about Ron or anything. It was about ME, she thought insistently, as Dumbledore smiled knowingly at her.
"My dear, I believe that your eavesdropping was merely the 'noticing' I told Harry you would have soon."
"I'm just sorry that I didn't notice sooner," said Hermione quietly.
"You cannot change the past, Hermione, only the future," replied Dumbledore encouragingly. "Now.the reason you came to me."
"I.I seem to have come to a standstill in my research," Hermione admitted.
"Then why come to me?" inquired Dumbledore. "Why not Professor Snape?"
"Because," she said, "I believe that you are the only one in the school who might have my answer."