Disclaimer - Guess what?! I own the plot! Go me *dances about* not that is
any good or anything, but hey, at least it is a start. The characters are
on loan, but I don't own them.
A/N - BOO! Did I scare you? No? Bugger. *grinz* Anyway, I really hope you like this chapter, it has some strange and uh, very strange parts in it. One in particular, sorry for this story dragging on a bit. . . I'm trying to make it more interesting, but I guess this is just my style, and another thing . . I have no idea why I put Hermiones POV first, because it makes more sense the other way. But then, I never make sense lol. Zel
Chapter Six
Hermione was waiting for Harry and Ron in the Gryffindor common room. She had gathered some books on how to break charms and potion spells, but she needed to know what spell they had used in the first place. She didn't really have much hope though, I mean the boys did stuff it up pretty bad.
Hermione put her head in her hands and rested for a while, she would just wait until they came back from . . Divination wasn't it? In what seemed like a couple of minutes she was awoken by a fluttering of wings and when she opened her eyes she saw a letter drop onto the table. The owl flew down and sat on the table, preening itself quite calmly.
Hermione sat up straight and groaned, then she looked at the clock on the mantle piece. Wizards and wands! She had been asleep for more than three hours. She turned to the bird and motioned for it to fly back to the owlery, she had no need for it and the letter it had dropped was addressed to Harry. It was delivered by a school owl, so whoever sent it was from the school, why did they have to send it? Why didn't they just give him the letter.
Probably some stupid fan-girl, Hermione thought, I should just throw it out. Just as she was about to do so, she saw another letter sitting on the table, this one was addressed to her. She dropped the other letter on the desk and opened hers. It was from Harry and Ron.
She quickly scanned through it, only really noticing key words. Urgent, library, vision jumped out at her. Obviously studying so much had sharpened this skill and within minutes she was brushing the tangles out of her long brown hair, getting ready to leave the dorm.
* * * * * * * * * *
Harry and Ron were seated outside Trelawnys office while she 'set up some equipment', Ron decided that this meant she was lighting about a thousand incense burners and Harry couldn't have cared less.
When Trelawny finally opened the door to let them in, they noticed that the smell of incense was non-existent. She ushered them inside and they sat down at a circular table. She lit twelve candles and placed them around the table then took her place.
"Why do you need all these candles?" Ron was openly curious, there were hundreds of candles throughout the room and all were lit. They all gave of minimal light, but were enchanted so that they gave off different colours and patterns.
"Mr Weasly, some magic does need implements like these," She gestured towards the candles, "just like some magic needs you to use your want and other magic doesn't."
"Does divination need all that incense then? Does it help us see better?" Harry wished Ron would shut up, but Ron just kept asking questions. Neither of them expected the answer they were given though.
"No, it does not," She smiled at their confused looks, "tell me, what do you think of Professor Trelawney? Tell me the truth and it may help clear up what I am really like and why you are here."
It was Harry who had the nerve to answer her first and tell her what he really thought.
"Well, you are a little bit crazy and you use way to much incense in that tower room. It really makes you not able to think straight."
"Yeah, and you are always predicting deaths and not many people think you really know what you are doing." Ron finished and looked at her to see if they would get in trouble.
"Haha," She was smiling at them and clapping, like a little girl who had got something she wanted, "That is exactly what I wanted. I'm not really qualified to be a teacher, but Dumbeldore wanted me close to the school because I am like his personal seer."
"But why?" Ron was still asking questions, much to Harrys disgust, his opinion was, if she says she is his personal seer, then she is and no questions about it.
"Well, you know that Snape is a spy for Dumbeldore right?" the boys nodded, "Even a great man like Dumbeldore needs help, he cannot defeat evil all by himself!"
Harry could see Ron was going to ask another dumb question, so he asked "Why exactly are we here?"
"Good question, I have been plagued by a re-occurring vision, I have not shown Dumbeldore but I think you should see it."
"Why us? I mean you do foresee for Dumbledore and not students." Her smile ceased and her brows came together in a frown.
"It is not a usual vision and I don't really think that you would like me to run and tell the headmaster." She paused, "Unless you want to get into trouble that is."
"What do you mean . . . trouble?" Ron was almost afraid to ask, his mother was already rather angry at him for several detentions and a couple of owls she received. Harry did care, but it wasn't like he had any real family for the school to complain to.
"Well boys," The grin was back on her face as she said it, "I don't really think that you would get off lightly for administering a potion to an unsuspecting professor. Do you?"
The two boys were rendered speechless.
"Now," In a brisk, no-nonsense voice she continued, "You probably will not see the same vision as me or each other, but they will be similar."
They linked hands and began.
* * * * * * * * * *
Harrys mind became very foggy and he felt like he was falling, falling from a very high place and never reaching the ground. Suddenly his mind cleared . . .
I am flying, flying high, away from everything. What is that? It flashes, a spark of gold. Oh, I am at Quidditch practice, but why are all those other people here? I must be in a game. I have to catch the golden thing.
His mind became foggy once more.
I am in my room, Ron is there too, we are making a potion. We get to the part where we should add words or a situation, but we don't. I am thinking of Snape and . . . Hermione!
Harry was walking in the fog again.
I am in the dungeons, I can hear noises coming from a wall, a wall behind a statue. I know that statue! I came here before. I came here for a quill. There are noises in the room, I step forward. I am almost about to enter the rooms when I hear something. A girls voice. It is saying. . . Severus.
* * * * * * * * * *
Harry jumped back from the wall, but he was in a chair. He fell backwards onto the floor.
"Oh, shit!" He cursed.
Then he looked around, he saw that Ron must have seen something very similar to him.
"You two can go now, but you had better make sure that never happens." The divination teacher looked pale, because unlike the two boys, she had been through that door and seen what was hidden behind it.
She tried to call out "Good luck" as the two boys walked out of her office, but it came out as a whisper. She needed to lay down for a while. The pain of sharing was intense, but to have somebody else break the link, was deadly.
* * * * * * * * * *
The two boys ran all the way back to the Gryffindor common room, but when they arrived, they found Hermione asleep one of the desks. They didn't really want to wake her up, because she had been a little bit stressed lately and circles were starting to form under her eyes.
They couldn't stay there though, because they wanted to talk about what they had just seen and there were about fifteen other Gryffindors in the room. Harry scribbled out a note to the sleeping girl and Ron wrote his name after Harrys. After leaving the letter on the desk next to Hermione they walked slowly up to the library to talk about what they had seen.
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A/N - Ok, like I said before, I have no idea why I put it like but, but hey. It doesn't really matter, I hope. I know I said to De I wasn't going to put this up until she reviewed my other chapters, but I really can't help it. Julez keeps telling me I have to post it and I really do want to . . . so yeah, Sorry De!
As always, I would be really happy if you reviewed!!! Especially if you have any ideas or constructive critism . . I don't like flames :(
A/N - BOO! Did I scare you? No? Bugger. *grinz* Anyway, I really hope you like this chapter, it has some strange and uh, very strange parts in it. One in particular, sorry for this story dragging on a bit. . . I'm trying to make it more interesting, but I guess this is just my style, and another thing . . I have no idea why I put Hermiones POV first, because it makes more sense the other way. But then, I never make sense lol. Zel
Chapter Six
Hermione was waiting for Harry and Ron in the Gryffindor common room. She had gathered some books on how to break charms and potion spells, but she needed to know what spell they had used in the first place. She didn't really have much hope though, I mean the boys did stuff it up pretty bad.
Hermione put her head in her hands and rested for a while, she would just wait until they came back from . . Divination wasn't it? In what seemed like a couple of minutes she was awoken by a fluttering of wings and when she opened her eyes she saw a letter drop onto the table. The owl flew down and sat on the table, preening itself quite calmly.
Hermione sat up straight and groaned, then she looked at the clock on the mantle piece. Wizards and wands! She had been asleep for more than three hours. She turned to the bird and motioned for it to fly back to the owlery, she had no need for it and the letter it had dropped was addressed to Harry. It was delivered by a school owl, so whoever sent it was from the school, why did they have to send it? Why didn't they just give him the letter.
Probably some stupid fan-girl, Hermione thought, I should just throw it out. Just as she was about to do so, she saw another letter sitting on the table, this one was addressed to her. She dropped the other letter on the desk and opened hers. It was from Harry and Ron.
She quickly scanned through it, only really noticing key words. Urgent, library, vision jumped out at her. Obviously studying so much had sharpened this skill and within minutes she was brushing the tangles out of her long brown hair, getting ready to leave the dorm.
* * * * * * * * * *
Harry and Ron were seated outside Trelawnys office while she 'set up some equipment', Ron decided that this meant she was lighting about a thousand incense burners and Harry couldn't have cared less.
When Trelawny finally opened the door to let them in, they noticed that the smell of incense was non-existent. She ushered them inside and they sat down at a circular table. She lit twelve candles and placed them around the table then took her place.
"Why do you need all these candles?" Ron was openly curious, there were hundreds of candles throughout the room and all were lit. They all gave of minimal light, but were enchanted so that they gave off different colours and patterns.
"Mr Weasly, some magic does need implements like these," She gestured towards the candles, "just like some magic needs you to use your want and other magic doesn't."
"Does divination need all that incense then? Does it help us see better?" Harry wished Ron would shut up, but Ron just kept asking questions. Neither of them expected the answer they were given though.
"No, it does not," She smiled at their confused looks, "tell me, what do you think of Professor Trelawney? Tell me the truth and it may help clear up what I am really like and why you are here."
It was Harry who had the nerve to answer her first and tell her what he really thought.
"Well, you are a little bit crazy and you use way to much incense in that tower room. It really makes you not able to think straight."
"Yeah, and you are always predicting deaths and not many people think you really know what you are doing." Ron finished and looked at her to see if they would get in trouble.
"Haha," She was smiling at them and clapping, like a little girl who had got something she wanted, "That is exactly what I wanted. I'm not really qualified to be a teacher, but Dumbeldore wanted me close to the school because I am like his personal seer."
"But why?" Ron was still asking questions, much to Harrys disgust, his opinion was, if she says she is his personal seer, then she is and no questions about it.
"Well, you know that Snape is a spy for Dumbeldore right?" the boys nodded, "Even a great man like Dumbeldore needs help, he cannot defeat evil all by himself!"
Harry could see Ron was going to ask another dumb question, so he asked "Why exactly are we here?"
"Good question, I have been plagued by a re-occurring vision, I have not shown Dumbeldore but I think you should see it."
"Why us? I mean you do foresee for Dumbledore and not students." Her smile ceased and her brows came together in a frown.
"It is not a usual vision and I don't really think that you would like me to run and tell the headmaster." She paused, "Unless you want to get into trouble that is."
"What do you mean . . . trouble?" Ron was almost afraid to ask, his mother was already rather angry at him for several detentions and a couple of owls she received. Harry did care, but it wasn't like he had any real family for the school to complain to.
"Well boys," The grin was back on her face as she said it, "I don't really think that you would get off lightly for administering a potion to an unsuspecting professor. Do you?"
The two boys were rendered speechless.
"Now," In a brisk, no-nonsense voice she continued, "You probably will not see the same vision as me or each other, but they will be similar."
They linked hands and began.
* * * * * * * * * *
Harrys mind became very foggy and he felt like he was falling, falling from a very high place and never reaching the ground. Suddenly his mind cleared . . .
I am flying, flying high, away from everything. What is that? It flashes, a spark of gold. Oh, I am at Quidditch practice, but why are all those other people here? I must be in a game. I have to catch the golden thing.
His mind became foggy once more.
I am in my room, Ron is there too, we are making a potion. We get to the part where we should add words or a situation, but we don't. I am thinking of Snape and . . . Hermione!
Harry was walking in the fog again.
I am in the dungeons, I can hear noises coming from a wall, a wall behind a statue. I know that statue! I came here before. I came here for a quill. There are noises in the room, I step forward. I am almost about to enter the rooms when I hear something. A girls voice. It is saying. . . Severus.
* * * * * * * * * *
Harry jumped back from the wall, but he was in a chair. He fell backwards onto the floor.
"Oh, shit!" He cursed.
Then he looked around, he saw that Ron must have seen something very similar to him.
"You two can go now, but you had better make sure that never happens." The divination teacher looked pale, because unlike the two boys, she had been through that door and seen what was hidden behind it.
She tried to call out "Good luck" as the two boys walked out of her office, but it came out as a whisper. She needed to lay down for a while. The pain of sharing was intense, but to have somebody else break the link, was deadly.
* * * * * * * * * *
The two boys ran all the way back to the Gryffindor common room, but when they arrived, they found Hermione asleep one of the desks. They didn't really want to wake her up, because she had been a little bit stressed lately and circles were starting to form under her eyes.
They couldn't stay there though, because they wanted to talk about what they had just seen and there were about fifteen other Gryffindors in the room. Harry scribbled out a note to the sleeping girl and Ron wrote his name after Harrys. After leaving the letter on the desk next to Hermione they walked slowly up to the library to talk about what they had seen.
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A/N - Ok, like I said before, I have no idea why I put it like but, but hey. It doesn't really matter, I hope. I know I said to De I wasn't going to put this up until she reviewed my other chapters, but I really can't help it. Julez keeps telling me I have to post it and I really do want to . . . so yeah, Sorry De!
As always, I would be really happy if you reviewed!!! Especially if you have any ideas or constructive critism . . I don't like flames :(