Chapter Five
"So It Begins"
A soft knock on the door caught Hermoine's attention.The day was fresh and golden as a ripped orange.Perfect weather for a special occasion.
"Who is it?"she asked.
"Just a poor fellow looking for his love."said a voice.
Hermoine chuckled.
"You may enter,Harry."said Hermoine.
Harry entered with a shocking looking grin on his face and his green eyes twinkling.His hair was smoothed back in a neat finish.He was wearing a jeans and a large sweater with snitches on it.His black coat looked quite striking on him.Hermoine was wearing a large light purple fuzzy sweater and jeans accompied with a knee lenght jacket that was a deep forest green.
"Hermoine,you look fantastic."he said as he took her in his arms and kissed her.
"Thank you."she said.
"Ready to go?"she asked him.
"I was born ready."said Harry.
He secretly checked his coat pocket.He felt the small velvet box and let out a sigh of relief.
The ride by train was a splendid one.Harry and Hermoine talked about work and friends.Hermoine rested her head against Harrys'sshoulder.
"So where are we going?"she asked him.
"You'll see."he said.
The train soon came to a stop.Harry held Hermione's hand and led her off the train.He took out a small cloth.
"I must first blindfold you."he said.
Hermoine looked at him suspiciously.
"Please?"he said with puppy dog eyes.
Hermione couldn't resist and gave in.Harry covered her eyes and took her hand again.He led her through a thick patch of woods.
"No peeking,"Harry said"or the suprise will be ruined."
Harry stopped Hermoine.
"Keep your eyes closed."he said as he removed the blindfold.
Hermoine smiled and laughed as she waited for Harry to tell her to open her eyes.She felt a cool breeze blow against her skin.She heard birds chirping and the sound of a nearby river.A smell of fresh air from mountains tickled her nose.
"Alright,open them."she heard Harry say.
Hermoine did.At first,all she saw was a large patch of weeds and wild vines running amok.Then she relised where she was.It used to be the garden that was in her dreams.Hermoine looked around for the bench and saw it.She gazed up at the castle,now forgotten and black,tower above her.
"Its' magnificant isn't it?"asked Harry.
Hermoine gazed up the castle then into Harry's green eyes.
"Like a memory from a dream."she said.
"Wait 'til we go inside."Harry said.
Hermoine surveyed the castle.It looked very old and unstable as if a a fragile creature such as a butterfly could bring it down.
"Are you sure it's safe?"Hermoine asked Harry.
"Trust me."Harry replied as he took her hand in his.
He led her to the same oak doors,now black and fragile.The handles had become a rusting orange metal.The doors opened with a long moaning sound and cracked a little.Hermione shuddered.Harry squeezed Hermoine's hand to comfort her.
"Don't worry."he said.
Hermione knew he was taking her.He was taking her to the room she visited in her dream.Several wooden stairs were missing as they made their way upstairs.they stopped outside the room.
"Here we are."said Harry.
He pushed the door opened and stepped in.He let go of Hermione's hand to walk over to the broken-glass windows.The torn and moth-eaten curtains,now a bruised beige,fluttered through the air like ghosts.Harry climbed out to the balcony.Hermoine looked around.The bed and dresser in her dream were still there.They must have escaped the clutches of the fire and weather.She surveyed the wall.The paintings were gone.She walked over to a place by the wall.A brick looked out of place.Hermione remebered that a secret hid behind it.She pried the brick loose from the wall.She took her wand out of her back jean pocket.
"Lumos."she whispered.
The bright light of her wand glew in the small hole in the wall.Cobwebs and dust hung about in it.She saw something hidden in what appeared to be a moth-eaten cloth covered in a pool of dust.Hermione reached in took out the object.She carefully removed the cloth.The necklace in her dream winked at her from her hand.It was terrible dirty,but still gleamed as if brand new.Hermoine slipped it into her pocket and returned the brick back into it's place.
"Hermione,will you come here for a second?"she heard Harry ask.
Hermione hesitantly walked out onto the balcony.She remebered the last part of her dream.Harry was sitting down on the ledge looking at something.He pointed at something.
''Hermione,what does that say?"he asked.
Hermione walked over to him and looked down.A note,tucked to the wall,read"Look up."
"Look up?"Hermione replied.
Just then,a brilliant flash of light shot into the sky.It exploded,sending a river of golden sparks through the air.Hermione looked at them in awe.Words formed.
"Hermione,will you marry me?"it said.
Hermione turned to Harry.He was down on one knee,clucthing a black velvet box.He opened it to reveal a beautiful golden ring with a large diamond.
"Will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?"he asked her.
"Yes."Hermione said as she kissed Harry.
She felt like the luckiest and most-loved woman in the world.
THE TRAIN STATION.
The sun dipped low in the sky.The night had begun to set upon the town.Lord Voldermort wrapped the hood of his cloak around his head so that a shadow was cast upon his face.He was in a Muggle town that was once a small farmer's village near his castle.He sneered and growled at the passers-by who gave him a quizzical look when they spotted his dark black cloak.
"Damn muggles."he growled.
He hated them,and now that he had returned,he woudl destroy them first.His scowl matched the anger in his scarlet eyes.His dark brown hair hid under his cloak hood.He stopped a street corner and watched the muggles bustle about.A train whistle echoed nearby.He watched as a group of peopel stepped up onto a wooden platform.
"Ugly,all ugly."he thought as he watched the muggles in disgust.
The bright lights of the streetlights glew dimmly as he continued to observe the muggles.He was waiting for his loyal servants to arrive.His plans for future attacks were scrawling through his head.He looked down at his feet and thought some more.Something was missing,and he could feel it.He looked up again as the train came to a stop.There,near the end of the line,was the something he was missing.His heart skipped a thousand beats as he watched her.Her long,hazelnut hair swayed in the night wind.Her cinammon eyes gleamed as she watch the people board the train.
"No."whispered Lord Voldemort."It cannot be my...Katrina."
Hermione felt a small chill creep down her spine.She shook a little.
"Hermione,are you alright?'asked Harry.
"Yes,just cold."Hermione thought.
Harry touched his forehead.He didn't want to alarm Hermione about his pain.
Lord Voldemort watched as she boarded the train.He knew what he was to do.His beloved was with his enemy,Potter.He had heard Potter call Katrina "Hermoine".
"Hermoine."whispered Lord Voldemort.
"So It Begins"
A soft knock on the door caught Hermoine's attention.The day was fresh and golden as a ripped orange.Perfect weather for a special occasion.
"Who is it?"she asked.
"Just a poor fellow looking for his love."said a voice.
Hermoine chuckled.
"You may enter,Harry."said Hermoine.
Harry entered with a shocking looking grin on his face and his green eyes twinkling.His hair was smoothed back in a neat finish.He was wearing a jeans and a large sweater with snitches on it.His black coat looked quite striking on him.Hermoine was wearing a large light purple fuzzy sweater and jeans accompied with a knee lenght jacket that was a deep forest green.
"Hermoine,you look fantastic."he said as he took her in his arms and kissed her.
"Thank you."she said.
"Ready to go?"she asked him.
"I was born ready."said Harry.
He secretly checked his coat pocket.He felt the small velvet box and let out a sigh of relief.
The ride by train was a splendid one.Harry and Hermoine talked about work and friends.Hermoine rested her head against Harrys'sshoulder.
"So where are we going?"she asked him.
"You'll see."he said.
The train soon came to a stop.Harry held Hermione's hand and led her off the train.He took out a small cloth.
"I must first blindfold you."he said.
Hermoine looked at him suspiciously.
"Please?"he said with puppy dog eyes.
Hermione couldn't resist and gave in.Harry covered her eyes and took her hand again.He led her through a thick patch of woods.
"No peeking,"Harry said"or the suprise will be ruined."
Harry stopped Hermoine.
"Keep your eyes closed."he said as he removed the blindfold.
Hermoine smiled and laughed as she waited for Harry to tell her to open her eyes.She felt a cool breeze blow against her skin.She heard birds chirping and the sound of a nearby river.A smell of fresh air from mountains tickled her nose.
"Alright,open them."she heard Harry say.
Hermoine did.At first,all she saw was a large patch of weeds and wild vines running amok.Then she relised where she was.It used to be the garden that was in her dreams.Hermoine looked around for the bench and saw it.She gazed up at the castle,now forgotten and black,tower above her.
"Its' magnificant isn't it?"asked Harry.
Hermoine gazed up the castle then into Harry's green eyes.
"Like a memory from a dream."she said.
"Wait 'til we go inside."Harry said.
Hermoine surveyed the castle.It looked very old and unstable as if a a fragile creature such as a butterfly could bring it down.
"Are you sure it's safe?"Hermoine asked Harry.
"Trust me."Harry replied as he took her hand in his.
He led her to the same oak doors,now black and fragile.The handles had become a rusting orange metal.The doors opened with a long moaning sound and cracked a little.Hermione shuddered.Harry squeezed Hermoine's hand to comfort her.
"Don't worry."he said.
Hermione knew he was taking her.He was taking her to the room she visited in her dream.Several wooden stairs were missing as they made their way upstairs.they stopped outside the room.
"Here we are."said Harry.
He pushed the door opened and stepped in.He let go of Hermione's hand to walk over to the broken-glass windows.The torn and moth-eaten curtains,now a bruised beige,fluttered through the air like ghosts.Harry climbed out to the balcony.Hermoine looked around.The bed and dresser in her dream were still there.They must have escaped the clutches of the fire and weather.She surveyed the wall.The paintings were gone.She walked over to a place by the wall.A brick looked out of place.Hermione remebered that a secret hid behind it.She pried the brick loose from the wall.She took her wand out of her back jean pocket.
"Lumos."she whispered.
The bright light of her wand glew in the small hole in the wall.Cobwebs and dust hung about in it.She saw something hidden in what appeared to be a moth-eaten cloth covered in a pool of dust.Hermione reached in took out the object.She carefully removed the cloth.The necklace in her dream winked at her from her hand.It was terrible dirty,but still gleamed as if brand new.Hermoine slipped it into her pocket and returned the brick back into it's place.
"Hermione,will you come here for a second?"she heard Harry ask.
Hermione hesitantly walked out onto the balcony.She remebered the last part of her dream.Harry was sitting down on the ledge looking at something.He pointed at something.
''Hermione,what does that say?"he asked.
Hermione walked over to him and looked down.A note,tucked to the wall,read"Look up."
"Look up?"Hermione replied.
Just then,a brilliant flash of light shot into the sky.It exploded,sending a river of golden sparks through the air.Hermione looked at them in awe.Words formed.
"Hermione,will you marry me?"it said.
Hermione turned to Harry.He was down on one knee,clucthing a black velvet box.He opened it to reveal a beautiful golden ring with a large diamond.
"Will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?"he asked her.
"Yes."Hermione said as she kissed Harry.
She felt like the luckiest and most-loved woman in the world.
THE TRAIN STATION.
The sun dipped low in the sky.The night had begun to set upon the town.Lord Voldermort wrapped the hood of his cloak around his head so that a shadow was cast upon his face.He was in a Muggle town that was once a small farmer's village near his castle.He sneered and growled at the passers-by who gave him a quizzical look when they spotted his dark black cloak.
"Damn muggles."he growled.
He hated them,and now that he had returned,he woudl destroy them first.His scowl matched the anger in his scarlet eyes.His dark brown hair hid under his cloak hood.He stopped a street corner and watched the muggles bustle about.A train whistle echoed nearby.He watched as a group of peopel stepped up onto a wooden platform.
"Ugly,all ugly."he thought as he watched the muggles in disgust.
The bright lights of the streetlights glew dimmly as he continued to observe the muggles.He was waiting for his loyal servants to arrive.His plans for future attacks were scrawling through his head.He looked down at his feet and thought some more.Something was missing,and he could feel it.He looked up again as the train came to a stop.There,near the end of the line,was the something he was missing.His heart skipped a thousand beats as he watched her.Her long,hazelnut hair swayed in the night wind.Her cinammon eyes gleamed as she watch the people board the train.
"No."whispered Lord Voldemort."It cannot be my...Katrina."
Hermione felt a small chill creep down her spine.She shook a little.
"Hermione,are you alright?'asked Harry.
"Yes,just cold."Hermione thought.
Harry touched his forehead.He didn't want to alarm Hermione about his pain.
Lord Voldemort watched as she boarded the train.He knew what he was to do.His beloved was with his enemy,Potter.He had heard Potter call Katrina "Hermoine".
"Hermoine."whispered Lord Voldemort.