Disclaimer: The wonderful world created by J.K. Rowling does not belong to
me (unfortunately), but some original characters (the ones you don't
recognize) do belong to me.
Through Hermione's Eyes
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A twinge of guilt struck my heart. It really wasn't my business what Preity was hiding. She reserved the right to keep secrets.
Yet, the thought of figuring it out enticed me the way a sailor is enticed by the sea breeze and the rolling ocean. It seduced me the way Ancient Greek goddesses had seduced mere mortals.
It was my nature to want to learn and figure things out. That had caused me to discover Lupin's secret.
I decided that when the library opened, I would spend my free time there until I knew what I wanted to know. Besides, unless it was really, truly dangerous, I would keep it a secret.
My skin tingled as I remembered the feeling of holding a never-before-seen book in my hand. I could almost feel the thick cover and crisp pages. The musty scent of old books and the fresh aroma of new books wafted through my mind.
I smiled to myself, watching moonlight play along the floor.
Maybe since school started tomorrow I could go to the library at lunch and before dinner. But all I could do at the moment was sleep and wait.
~*~*~*~*~
"Save him, Hermione, you must save him," commanded an eerie, low voice.
I was in a circular stone room filled with mist. Brilliant azure light filled the room, reminiscent of Preity's eyes. There were no noticeable windows or doors, and I couldn't see a way out; I was trapped!
"Save him, Hermione," the voice ordered again, sounding closer this time.
I pressed myself against the wall. "Go away! Leave me alone!"
I caught sight of a hooded black figure through the mist.
"Save him," the voice directed yet again. I felt my hair raise, and my skin prickle with goosebumps.
"Who are you?" I gasped. "What do you want of me?"
The person lowered his or her hood.
"I want you to save him," she said.
She was me.
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A/N:
~*Muhjse apko bohut Pyar*~
Through Hermione's Eyes
~*~*~*~*~
A twinge of guilt struck my heart. It really wasn't my business what Preity was hiding. She reserved the right to keep secrets.
Yet, the thought of figuring it out enticed me the way a sailor is enticed by the sea breeze and the rolling ocean. It seduced me the way Ancient Greek goddesses had seduced mere mortals.
It was my nature to want to learn and figure things out. That had caused me to discover Lupin's secret.
I decided that when the library opened, I would spend my free time there until I knew what I wanted to know. Besides, unless it was really, truly dangerous, I would keep it a secret.
My skin tingled as I remembered the feeling of holding a never-before-seen book in my hand. I could almost feel the thick cover and crisp pages. The musty scent of old books and the fresh aroma of new books wafted through my mind.
I smiled to myself, watching moonlight play along the floor.
Maybe since school started tomorrow I could go to the library at lunch and before dinner. But all I could do at the moment was sleep and wait.
~*~*~*~*~
"Save him, Hermione, you must save him," commanded an eerie, low voice.
I was in a circular stone room filled with mist. Brilliant azure light filled the room, reminiscent of Preity's eyes. There were no noticeable windows or doors, and I couldn't see a way out; I was trapped!
"Save him, Hermione," the voice ordered again, sounding closer this time.
I pressed myself against the wall. "Go away! Leave me alone!"
I caught sight of a hooded black figure through the mist.
"Save him," the voice directed yet again. I felt my hair raise, and my skin prickle with goosebumps.
"Who are you?" I gasped. "What do you want of me?"
The person lowered his or her hood.
"I want you to save him," she said.
She was me.
~*~*~*~*~
A/N:
~*Muhjse apko bohut Pyar*~