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Sorry for the wait... Lots of hectic days with sports and Christmas coming up and stuff like that. But here it is! ^________^
Angel Eyes
Chapter 2
-ElvisPresleyRulez
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Hermione felt the cobbled stone street of Diagon Alley beneath her. People ran past her, from what she could see anyways. The figures were blurred shapes on a canvas. Hermione sat up straight and shook her head.
Two shapes came running towards her as her vision came slowly back into focus. She felt someone's hand reach under her armpits to help her up. She tried to shake them off and stand on her own. Her head was spinning and the shapes caught her as she staggered.
Her sight came into full focus and saw Harry and Ron help her up. She looked around and gaped at the sight.
Everything was how it was before she left for Caitlyn's home. Some Death Eaters were still fighting the Aurors. She saw Draco Malfoy Stun Seamus Finnigan.
"Hermione! Are you-" Ron was interrupted by Hermione.
"What the-? Why is Malfoy still here?" She dodged a spell that came to land right at her feet.
"Hermione there's no time for questions! We have to get Malfoy taken care of first!" Harry yelled, and ran off to fend off an Imperious Curse-happy Crabbe. Ron ran to help out with a Death Eater that Hermione hadn't recognized before.
The battle lasted for an hour. At least, that's what it felt like for Harry, Ron and Hermione. It had finally ended when Draco was cornered, but somehow Aparrated from the scene and was no longer traceable. Crabbe and Goyle were both stunned and taken in for questioning.
The three friends sat down in Ron's office for some privacy. Hermione had never seen Ron's office before. Whoa, the Department of Mysteries is amazing. She thought. Her eyes gazed upon all different sorts of gadgets to gizmos in Ron's office.
"Hermione what were you trying to pull?" her thoughts were interrupted by Harry's voice. Hermione was the only one sitting.
"What are you talking about, Harry?" she asked.
"You know what he's talking about," Ron said.
"Seriously, I have no idea," oh but Hermione had a perfect idea. Harry started to pace the room, trying to think about the scene.
"Herm, you were in one spot on minute; lying on the floor I might add. The next, a few seconds later, you're in a completely different spot from where you started." Harry stopped to look a t her.
"Did you say seconds?"
"No, I said hours," the hint of sarcasm stood out painfully in Hermione's ears. "Hermione you literally disappeared! Not in an instant, as if to Aparrate. But slowly, and it was only for a few seconds. What magic did you do?"
Hermione was amazed. She didn't do anything. All she could remember was that Malfoy had kicked her (the reminder was by a sudden pain from her side) in the side and that her head had spun like there was no tomorrow. Then she was in the 19th Century. She couldn't have done any magic, right?
"I swear to Merlin I didn't do any magic! And I was definitely not gone for seconds. It was at least and hour and a half." It was Ron and Harry's turn to be amazed.
"What? No way," said Ron. "You appeared at least five seconds after you had disappeared on the other side of the street."
"No," she stated firmly. "I was kicked and then I felt dizzy, then-" she stopped herself, but she wasn't exactly sure why.
"Go on, Hermione." Harry urged. She sighed.
"Both of you have to promise not to interrupt me, because this is pretty bizarre. Promise?" Hermione looked at them.
Harry and Ron both nodded.
"Oh, and Harry. You might want to sit down." A look of bewilderment met his face as he sat at the edge of Ron's desk.
"Continue," Ron said.
"Right then." Hermione swallowed and she told her story.
She told of her dream, her first encounter with Caitlyn. She told of being transferred to a 19th Century Hogwarts. Hermione also told them of how she met people amazingly like Harry and Ron. How Caitlyn had similar traits to herself. Hermione finished her tale with how she was able to come home. Hermione tried to give them an excellent description of everything that happened, and was not interrupted.
Harry and Ron stared at her when she had completed her story. A look of amazement and thought was occupying Harry's face. Ron's own however, was completely calm. Hermione waited for a reaction either one of her friends.
"And you have no idea how you are connected to this Caitlyn girl?" asked Ron.
"Connected?"
"You have to be. How else would you be able to dream what she's going through or travel to her time?" Harry said.
"That might not be what she's going through though. It could be anything, like what she dreams. And there's one reason that comes to mind when talking about 'connections,' and that would be-"
"Blood relations maybe?" Ron interrupted. It was amazing to Hermione how she, Harry and Ron all thought alike. She quickly but that in the back of her mind, however.
"Exactly." Hermione said.
"She must be an ancestor then," Harry replied. "It looks like you've got a bit of homework to do, Herm." He smiled slightly.
"What?"
"You have to look to see if you have any relatives that link to Caitlyn. Don't you have any records or photos of any of you former family members?" Ron asked.
"Of course I do." Hermione said.
"Then I guess that you would be able to find something then." Harry smiled his usual grin.
"Right. I'm going to get back to work. I'll see you later." Hermione forced herself to smile.
"Ok, see you later. Remember, 10:30, Leaky Cauldron." Ron called after her as left his office. Hermione gave a wave before she exited to show that she heard him.
As Hermione walked down the two stories of stairs and a few corridors to her office, thoughts ran like a marathon through her mind.
Blood relation? Mum must have some old photographs or even a family tree at home. I'll have to wait till I have off. Ugh, that's not til the weekend. It's only Wednesday.
She sighed. What could happen in three days? She reassured herself that nothing could really happen. It's probably her bedtime now. Merlin I hope something bad didn't happen to her, knowing her horrible man that he calls himself her father.
She shook her head at the thought. From seeing how Caitlyn's father had done to her, Hermione was definitely not a big fan of him.
Hermione reached her office, and discovered a mountain of paper work on her desk. She sighed, and sat down and began working. She was reading on cursed Muggle objects when a feeling of dizziness came upon her. She put down the paper and her pen, and she hoped they landed on her desk. She closed her eyes and Apparated quickly to Ron's office.
She appeared and tried to stable herself on his desk. "Ron!" She hoped he heard her. She looked around and saw him turn around and run over.
"Hermione! Are you..." Ron's voice faded away as a light was replaced by Ron's office. Hermione felt herself feel like she was falling endlessly. Then everything went black.
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There it is. It's only a few pages, I know. Sorry for how long it took. Schedule was hellish, but I have more planned. Chapter three is definitely going to be longer. Promise. Hope you enjoyed the read!
Sorry for the wait... Lots of hectic days with sports and Christmas coming up and stuff like that. But here it is! ^________^
Angel Eyes
Chapter 2
-ElvisPresleyRulez
~~~
Hermione felt the cobbled stone street of Diagon Alley beneath her. People ran past her, from what she could see anyways. The figures were blurred shapes on a canvas. Hermione sat up straight and shook her head.
Two shapes came running towards her as her vision came slowly back into focus. She felt someone's hand reach under her armpits to help her up. She tried to shake them off and stand on her own. Her head was spinning and the shapes caught her as she staggered.
Her sight came into full focus and saw Harry and Ron help her up. She looked around and gaped at the sight.
Everything was how it was before she left for Caitlyn's home. Some Death Eaters were still fighting the Aurors. She saw Draco Malfoy Stun Seamus Finnigan.
"Hermione! Are you-" Ron was interrupted by Hermione.
"What the-? Why is Malfoy still here?" She dodged a spell that came to land right at her feet.
"Hermione there's no time for questions! We have to get Malfoy taken care of first!" Harry yelled, and ran off to fend off an Imperious Curse-happy Crabbe. Ron ran to help out with a Death Eater that Hermione hadn't recognized before.
The battle lasted for an hour. At least, that's what it felt like for Harry, Ron and Hermione. It had finally ended when Draco was cornered, but somehow Aparrated from the scene and was no longer traceable. Crabbe and Goyle were both stunned and taken in for questioning.
The three friends sat down in Ron's office for some privacy. Hermione had never seen Ron's office before. Whoa, the Department of Mysteries is amazing. She thought. Her eyes gazed upon all different sorts of gadgets to gizmos in Ron's office.
"Hermione what were you trying to pull?" her thoughts were interrupted by Harry's voice. Hermione was the only one sitting.
"What are you talking about, Harry?" she asked.
"You know what he's talking about," Ron said.
"Seriously, I have no idea," oh but Hermione had a perfect idea. Harry started to pace the room, trying to think about the scene.
"Herm, you were in one spot on minute; lying on the floor I might add. The next, a few seconds later, you're in a completely different spot from where you started." Harry stopped to look a t her.
"Did you say seconds?"
"No, I said hours," the hint of sarcasm stood out painfully in Hermione's ears. "Hermione you literally disappeared! Not in an instant, as if to Aparrate. But slowly, and it was only for a few seconds. What magic did you do?"
Hermione was amazed. She didn't do anything. All she could remember was that Malfoy had kicked her (the reminder was by a sudden pain from her side) in the side and that her head had spun like there was no tomorrow. Then she was in the 19th Century. She couldn't have done any magic, right?
"I swear to Merlin I didn't do any magic! And I was definitely not gone for seconds. It was at least and hour and a half." It was Ron and Harry's turn to be amazed.
"What? No way," said Ron. "You appeared at least five seconds after you had disappeared on the other side of the street."
"No," she stated firmly. "I was kicked and then I felt dizzy, then-" she stopped herself, but she wasn't exactly sure why.
"Go on, Hermione." Harry urged. She sighed.
"Both of you have to promise not to interrupt me, because this is pretty bizarre. Promise?" Hermione looked at them.
Harry and Ron both nodded.
"Oh, and Harry. You might want to sit down." A look of bewilderment met his face as he sat at the edge of Ron's desk.
"Continue," Ron said.
"Right then." Hermione swallowed and she told her story.
She told of her dream, her first encounter with Caitlyn. She told of being transferred to a 19th Century Hogwarts. Hermione also told them of how she met people amazingly like Harry and Ron. How Caitlyn had similar traits to herself. Hermione finished her tale with how she was able to come home. Hermione tried to give them an excellent description of everything that happened, and was not interrupted.
Harry and Ron stared at her when she had completed her story. A look of amazement and thought was occupying Harry's face. Ron's own however, was completely calm. Hermione waited for a reaction either one of her friends.
"And you have no idea how you are connected to this Caitlyn girl?" asked Ron.
"Connected?"
"You have to be. How else would you be able to dream what she's going through or travel to her time?" Harry said.
"That might not be what she's going through though. It could be anything, like what she dreams. And there's one reason that comes to mind when talking about 'connections,' and that would be-"
"Blood relations maybe?" Ron interrupted. It was amazing to Hermione how she, Harry and Ron all thought alike. She quickly but that in the back of her mind, however.
"Exactly." Hermione said.
"She must be an ancestor then," Harry replied. "It looks like you've got a bit of homework to do, Herm." He smiled slightly.
"What?"
"You have to look to see if you have any relatives that link to Caitlyn. Don't you have any records or photos of any of you former family members?" Ron asked.
"Of course I do." Hermione said.
"Then I guess that you would be able to find something then." Harry smiled his usual grin.
"Right. I'm going to get back to work. I'll see you later." Hermione forced herself to smile.
"Ok, see you later. Remember, 10:30, Leaky Cauldron." Ron called after her as left his office. Hermione gave a wave before she exited to show that she heard him.
As Hermione walked down the two stories of stairs and a few corridors to her office, thoughts ran like a marathon through her mind.
Blood relation? Mum must have some old photographs or even a family tree at home. I'll have to wait till I have off. Ugh, that's not til the weekend. It's only Wednesday.
She sighed. What could happen in three days? She reassured herself that nothing could really happen. It's probably her bedtime now. Merlin I hope something bad didn't happen to her, knowing her horrible man that he calls himself her father.
She shook her head at the thought. From seeing how Caitlyn's father had done to her, Hermione was definitely not a big fan of him.
Hermione reached her office, and discovered a mountain of paper work on her desk. She sighed, and sat down and began working. She was reading on cursed Muggle objects when a feeling of dizziness came upon her. She put down the paper and her pen, and she hoped they landed on her desk. She closed her eyes and Apparated quickly to Ron's office.
She appeared and tried to stable herself on his desk. "Ron!" She hoped he heard her. She looked around and saw him turn around and run over.
"Hermione! Are you..." Ron's voice faded away as a light was replaced by Ron's office. Hermione felt herself feel like she was falling endlessly. Then everything went black.
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There it is. It's only a few pages, I know. Sorry for how long it took. Schedule was hellish, but I have more planned. Chapter three is definitely going to be longer. Promise. Hope you enjoyed the read!