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Hermione knew this night she would be alone. Well, not alone, but, well you know.
She tried to forget that fact. She would walk into the kitchen, and
feel as if someone was watching her. She couldn't escape from the feeling.
This feeling was terrible. Lonely, and distressed, and it loomed over the house
like a storm. It was about ten, and Hermione sat on her bed, and as usual,
reading a book. It was called: "When Spirits are in Need" This time it was hard
for her to read the book, not because the words were complicated , but because
it was so hard to erase the feeling from her mind, that someone was staring over
her shoulder. She tried to read, but things started to happen. Pencils
on her desk would slide from side to side. The pages of the book from under her
nose would flip, then stop, making it hard for Hermione to read. It was quite
strange..the spirit was doing nothing to help her help it. Whispers would sound in
Hermione's ears repeating the same thing, "Get me out of this world"
It made Hermione want to run.
Hermione was reading downstairs, when a crash came from her room. "Not again"
she said, going up the stairs. She looked at the clock-midnight. Same time
her room was ruined last. Once again, the book she had laid on her bed so
she could go find another, was torn. She had read this book already, and
finished each page, but now it was torn open, and next to it was a strange sight.
Tiny pieces of paper were laid out, each with a letter on it, spelling:
HE IS AFTER ME AND HE WILL GET YOU TO
"Oh my God" she said, leaning down to study the sight. "There is more than
one spirit in this house." The pencils on her desk went wild, spinning and whirling,
until eventually, they came to a stop, all positioned on her. She ran
down stairs. "Leave me alone!" she shouted. She grabbed the phone, and called
Ron.
"Hello?" it was Mrs. Weasley
"This is Hermione-I need to talk to Ron"
"I'm sorry dear, Ron is asleep-and you should be to-"
"Please, I don't have much time"
"Well, I don't know-he worked very hard today"
"He will be happy to hear from me"
"You not..pregnant.." Mrs. Weasley said slowly.
"No! I just need to talk to Ron"
"Honey, he's sleeping!" Mrs. Weasley laughed.
"OH MY GOD! THEN WAKE HIM UP!"
"Well, if your going to talk to me like-"
Hermione hung up. "AHHHHH!" she screamed. She heard someone talking
upstairs. She went up, unable to see much, because the lights were off,
and was amazed. She saw someone-not a regular person though, glowing,
and gliding down the hall was NOT regular!
"He will get me" she said. Hermione could not tell much about this
person, all she knew was that she was in a white gown. An unhappy
feeling went over Hermione. She wanted to run, but her legs would not work.
"Oh..my..God.." was the only thing she could manage to say.
The figure glided like a shadow, fading, and getting brighter, as it came closer.
"He wants to kill me" it said in a hollow, whisper.
"W-W-who is he?" Hermione said.
The figure looked afraid, and disappeared.
Hermione looked around. Dark.
BOOM!!
Objects came out from the rooms, and pelted Hermione.
She screamed, and ran.
"No!" she heard the girl scream.
A bloodcurdling screech sounded, a moan, then a crash.
It was then silent. Hermione knew this was going to be a long night.
She ran to the phone. She dialed her mother's number.
"Hello?" said a tired voice.
"Mum! who is at are house!" Hermione said, crying.
"Oh my God! Hermione what's happening?' her mother sounded so worried
that Hermione wondered if she was already in her car, driving home.
"Mum! she needs help!"
"Hermione-I'll be home soon-"
"Help me!" She said as a chair from the table slid into her.
"Hello?"
The phone was dead. Chairs raced around the kitchen, forks and knifes fell out of drawers.
All Hermione could do was watch. The table levitated, then fell, with a
crash. "Oh..my..God!" was the only thing she could say.
As the plates flew out of the cabinet she heard a voice.
It started as a whisper, then into a shriek of bloody murder.
'He will get you..He will get you!..HE WILL GET YOU!!!
Hermione let out a cry. "Help!"
Screams and cries yelled in her house, hurting her ears.
As soon as it started, it was over. Silence. Hermione, who was in a
ball on the ground, stood up. She just stood there, in a trance, until her mother got
home.
Hermione and her mother sat at the table. "Let me tell you the story"
Her mom said.
"A young girl once lived in this house. She was a little older than you.
Her father would hit her-he was a bad man, he would drink, and take drugs.
She had no mother..she died in a car accident. Her father told her, if she
ever told anyone, he would kill her. She was in a terrible situation.
She went through her life, not speaking a word of what her father did to her.
But, one day, she told her grandmother. After that, the police came to their
house, and her father denied everything. When they asked her, she told the truth.
As the police grabbed her father, he told her he would not die until she
was dead and berried. The rest of her life, she lived with her grandmother.
She was always paranoid, and would wake up in a cold sweat every night.
Finally, it got the best of her. No one knows how she killed herself, but one
night her grandmother found her on the floor in her bedroom-which is know your-
dead. Her spirit would come back every year-usually you were at Hogwarts
when it happened. Her soul is still afraid, and she does not realize she is dead."
"Mum?" Hermione said, cleaning blood of her arm.
"Yes?"
"There is only one spirit in this house?"
"Yes"
"She is afraid-she need help"
"She is also dangerous. She runs from what is not there, and her energy
creates horrible things to happen."
Hermione winced as her mother cleaned off her wound.
"Will she leave?" Hermione asked.
"Her presence will always be here, fearing what is not on this earth"
Hermione listened closely.
""Trapped in her own fears, running from the life she had-but she can't get away.
She can't get away from this painful fear. A fear that hurt her so much- it
killed her."
Hermione brushed the hair out of her eyes.
"But, how can I help her?"
"You can't" her mother said. "She is trapped in this world..and she will
never leave"
Hermione felt her eyes burn, and soon, felt hot tears stream down her face.
"Get some sleep Hermione. You only have two weeks until you go back to
Hogwarts."
Hermione smiled, and slowly went upstairs. Every step she took, she felt her.
Right by her side. Lonely, in pain, afraid,....and trapped.
Hermione knew this night she would be alone. Well, not alone, but, well you know.
She tried to forget that fact. She would walk into the kitchen, and
feel as if someone was watching her. She couldn't escape from the feeling.
This feeling was terrible. Lonely, and distressed, and it loomed over the house
like a storm. It was about ten, and Hermione sat on her bed, and as usual,
reading a book. It was called: "When Spirits are in Need" This time it was hard
for her to read the book, not because the words were complicated , but because
it was so hard to erase the feeling from her mind, that someone was staring over
her shoulder. She tried to read, but things started to happen. Pencils
on her desk would slide from side to side. The pages of the book from under her
nose would flip, then stop, making it hard for Hermione to read. It was quite
strange..the spirit was doing nothing to help her help it. Whispers would sound in
Hermione's ears repeating the same thing, "Get me out of this world"
It made Hermione want to run.
Hermione was reading downstairs, when a crash came from her room. "Not again"
she said, going up the stairs. She looked at the clock-midnight. Same time
her room was ruined last. Once again, the book she had laid on her bed so
she could go find another, was torn. She had read this book already, and
finished each page, but now it was torn open, and next to it was a strange sight.
Tiny pieces of paper were laid out, each with a letter on it, spelling:
HE IS AFTER ME AND HE WILL GET YOU TO
"Oh my God" she said, leaning down to study the sight. "There is more than
one spirit in this house." The pencils on her desk went wild, spinning and whirling,
until eventually, they came to a stop, all positioned on her. She ran
down stairs. "Leave me alone!" she shouted. She grabbed the phone, and called
Ron.
"Hello?" it was Mrs. Weasley
"This is Hermione-I need to talk to Ron"
"I'm sorry dear, Ron is asleep-and you should be to-"
"Please, I don't have much time"
"Well, I don't know-he worked very hard today"
"He will be happy to hear from me"
"You not..pregnant.." Mrs. Weasley said slowly.
"No! I just need to talk to Ron"
"Honey, he's sleeping!" Mrs. Weasley laughed.
"OH MY GOD! THEN WAKE HIM UP!"
"Well, if your going to talk to me like-"
Hermione hung up. "AHHHHH!" she screamed. She heard someone talking
upstairs. She went up, unable to see much, because the lights were off,
and was amazed. She saw someone-not a regular person though, glowing,
and gliding down the hall was NOT regular!
"He will get me" she said. Hermione could not tell much about this
person, all she knew was that she was in a white gown. An unhappy
feeling went over Hermione. She wanted to run, but her legs would not work.
"Oh..my..God.." was the only thing she could manage to say.
The figure glided like a shadow, fading, and getting brighter, as it came closer.
"He wants to kill me" it said in a hollow, whisper.
"W-W-who is he?" Hermione said.
The figure looked afraid, and disappeared.
Hermione looked around. Dark.
BOOM!!
Objects came out from the rooms, and pelted Hermione.
She screamed, and ran.
"No!" she heard the girl scream.
A bloodcurdling screech sounded, a moan, then a crash.
It was then silent. Hermione knew this was going to be a long night.
She ran to the phone. She dialed her mother's number.
"Hello?" said a tired voice.
"Mum! who is at are house!" Hermione said, crying.
"Oh my God! Hermione what's happening?' her mother sounded so worried
that Hermione wondered if she was already in her car, driving home.
"Mum! she needs help!"
"Hermione-I'll be home soon-"
"Help me!" She said as a chair from the table slid into her.
"Hello?"
The phone was dead. Chairs raced around the kitchen, forks and knifes fell out of drawers.
All Hermione could do was watch. The table levitated, then fell, with a
crash. "Oh..my..God!" was the only thing she could say.
As the plates flew out of the cabinet she heard a voice.
It started as a whisper, then into a shriek of bloody murder.
'He will get you..He will get you!..HE WILL GET YOU!!!
Hermione let out a cry. "Help!"
Screams and cries yelled in her house, hurting her ears.
As soon as it started, it was over. Silence. Hermione, who was in a
ball on the ground, stood up. She just stood there, in a trance, until her mother got
home.
Hermione and her mother sat at the table. "Let me tell you the story"
Her mom said.
"A young girl once lived in this house. She was a little older than you.
Her father would hit her-he was a bad man, he would drink, and take drugs.
She had no mother..she died in a car accident. Her father told her, if she
ever told anyone, he would kill her. She was in a terrible situation.
She went through her life, not speaking a word of what her father did to her.
But, one day, she told her grandmother. After that, the police came to their
house, and her father denied everything. When they asked her, she told the truth.
As the police grabbed her father, he told her he would not die until she
was dead and berried. The rest of her life, she lived with her grandmother.
She was always paranoid, and would wake up in a cold sweat every night.
Finally, it got the best of her. No one knows how she killed herself, but one
night her grandmother found her on the floor in her bedroom-which is know your-
dead. Her spirit would come back every year-usually you were at Hogwarts
when it happened. Her soul is still afraid, and she does not realize she is dead."
"Mum?" Hermione said, cleaning blood of her arm.
"Yes?"
"There is only one spirit in this house?"
"Yes"
"She is afraid-she need help"
"She is also dangerous. She runs from what is not there, and her energy
creates horrible things to happen."
Hermione winced as her mother cleaned off her wound.
"Will she leave?" Hermione asked.
"Her presence will always be here, fearing what is not on this earth"
Hermione listened closely.
""Trapped in her own fears, running from the life she had-but she can't get away.
She can't get away from this painful fear. A fear that hurt her so much- it
killed her."
Hermione brushed the hair out of her eyes.
"But, how can I help her?"
"You can't" her mother said. "She is trapped in this world..and she will
never leave"
Hermione felt her eyes burn, and soon, felt hot tears stream down her face.
"Get some sleep Hermione. You only have two weeks until you go back to
Hogwarts."
Hermione smiled, and slowly went upstairs. Every step she took, she felt her.
Right by her side. Lonely, in pain, afraid,....and trapped.
