Ok, not much reviews from what I can see... *sniffles* But its alright I guess! Thanks relena333, 1 review can make one perk up!
Well, enought of my pointless rambling. On with the story!
Stars are Seeing
Revealed
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She sighed.
'Back where I belong, back with the people I love, back with my friends.'
Hermione gazed around platform 9 and 3/4, searching for the famous Weasleys red hair, or the legendary scar of Harry Potter in the moving mass of Hogwarts students, and their parents.
'They can't be that hard to spot... Where are they?'
After fruitlessly searching for 5 minutes, Hermione returned to stand next to the barrier leading to Kings Cross Station. She sighed for the umpteenth time today, and leaned against a brick column.
"Looking for us 'mione?"
Hermione squealed and turned around, facing her two best friends, Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasly (Ron for short). She jumped into their arms, giving a long hug, but suddenly pulled away, looking magnificently furious.
"You two! How could you do this to me!" she shouted, sounding remarkably like Mrs Weasely.
"Leaving me here, looking for you! I searched the whole platform for goodness sake! And it doesn't help dragging a, god only knows how heavy, trunk!"
"Nice to see you too!" Ron replied in a sarcastic tone.
"But it would help if you didn't put so many books in there!"
Hermione gave a 'hmph' and headed towards the shiny red steam engine, labelled Hogwarts Express, leaving Harry and Ron to follow behind.
After the search of an empty compartment, they heaved their trunks onto the luggage rack, and sat down puffing away after the difficult attempt of putting Hermione's trunk with the rest.
"I swear 'mione, I think your carrying bricks in there..." Harry nursed his arm, having strained his muscle in the heavy ordeal.
"Yes, well, I'm collecting garden bricks to throw at anyone who annoys me this year. I have extra duties, being Head Girl and all."
They stared at her... and stared... and stared...
"I was only joking, geez! I thought you knew me well enough to know that!"
"Well... yeah... So, how was your holiday Hermione?" Ron changed the subject.
"Oh, it was fine! You wouldn't know what I read..."
They continued their conversation, stopping only to buy handfuls of chocolate and candy from the plump witch who rolled around a mini shop.
"You know?" Hermione swallowed a Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans. "Malfoy didn't come to do his traditional 'scarhead, weasel, and mudblood' thing today..."
Harry snorted.
"'course its traditional. Its part of the, 'I hate the Golden Trio' campaign. But I gotta admit... It is weird... He should've came 5 minuttes ago..."
"Why do you care? I could do with some peace without him coming along and insulting us."
They all sat in silence, before Hermione fished out the recent copy of the Daily Prophet.
"...G-Guys... You... You might want to see this..."
She handed them the Daily Prophet, her hands trembling, and her face deathly pale. She sat back gasping for breath, while the other two looked down at the front page.
~Daily Prophet~
1st September 2003
CLEAN MURDER AT MALFOY HOUSE
Draco Malfoy was found dead, presumably
murdered, in his own home, Malfoy Manor,
on the 31st of August.
Officials were contacted on that dreadful
night, turning up at the manor, only to find
that the killer had left no marks what so
ever, therefore, making it extremely difficult
to find the culprit.
Investigators are guessing that the Avada
Kedavra, the killing spell used by You-Know
-Who to kill the still alive Harry Potter, was
used on young Mr Malfoy, therefore leaving
no trace of evidence behind.
It seems that You-Know-Who is on the move,
killing many in his wake, those of which might
include young Mr Draco Malfoy. This murder
will be inspected very closely, and the Ministry
of Magic advise the wizarding world to beware
of You-Know-Who, shall any more murders
be committed.
If anyone has any information concerning this
murder, or the where abouts of You-Know-Who,
we implore you to please contact the Ministry of
Magic as soon as possible, shall there be hope
on the side of light.
Michael Priffin, The Daily Prophet
Harry and Ron gasped in shock.
'Malfoy dead? It can't be...'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
WHEEEEE!!! Finished second chappy! Okies, so I hope it gets good reviews, and don't worry! It will definately be Draco and Hermione in the end! I'll make sure of that!
Ok, so PLZ PLZ PLZ REVIEW FOR MY SAKE! I'm wiltering like a flower here... XD
~snakewise~
Well, enought of my pointless rambling. On with the story!
Stars are Seeing
Revealed
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She sighed.
'Back where I belong, back with the people I love, back with my friends.'
Hermione gazed around platform 9 and 3/4, searching for the famous Weasleys red hair, or the legendary scar of Harry Potter in the moving mass of Hogwarts students, and their parents.
'They can't be that hard to spot... Where are they?'
After fruitlessly searching for 5 minutes, Hermione returned to stand next to the barrier leading to Kings Cross Station. She sighed for the umpteenth time today, and leaned against a brick column.
"Looking for us 'mione?"
Hermione squealed and turned around, facing her two best friends, Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasly (Ron for short). She jumped into their arms, giving a long hug, but suddenly pulled away, looking magnificently furious.
"You two! How could you do this to me!" she shouted, sounding remarkably like Mrs Weasely.
"Leaving me here, looking for you! I searched the whole platform for goodness sake! And it doesn't help dragging a, god only knows how heavy, trunk!"
"Nice to see you too!" Ron replied in a sarcastic tone.
"But it would help if you didn't put so many books in there!"
Hermione gave a 'hmph' and headed towards the shiny red steam engine, labelled Hogwarts Express, leaving Harry and Ron to follow behind.
After the search of an empty compartment, they heaved their trunks onto the luggage rack, and sat down puffing away after the difficult attempt of putting Hermione's trunk with the rest.
"I swear 'mione, I think your carrying bricks in there..." Harry nursed his arm, having strained his muscle in the heavy ordeal.
"Yes, well, I'm collecting garden bricks to throw at anyone who annoys me this year. I have extra duties, being Head Girl and all."
They stared at her... and stared... and stared...
"I was only joking, geez! I thought you knew me well enough to know that!"
"Well... yeah... So, how was your holiday Hermione?" Ron changed the subject.
"Oh, it was fine! You wouldn't know what I read..."
They continued their conversation, stopping only to buy handfuls of chocolate and candy from the plump witch who rolled around a mini shop.
"You know?" Hermione swallowed a Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans. "Malfoy didn't come to do his traditional 'scarhead, weasel, and mudblood' thing today..."
Harry snorted.
"'course its traditional. Its part of the, 'I hate the Golden Trio' campaign. But I gotta admit... It is weird... He should've came 5 minuttes ago..."
"Why do you care? I could do with some peace without him coming along and insulting us."
They all sat in silence, before Hermione fished out the recent copy of the Daily Prophet.
"...G-Guys... You... You might want to see this..."
She handed them the Daily Prophet, her hands trembling, and her face deathly pale. She sat back gasping for breath, while the other two looked down at the front page.
~Daily Prophet~
1st September 2003
CLEAN MURDER AT MALFOY HOUSE
Draco Malfoy was found dead, presumably
murdered, in his own home, Malfoy Manor,
on the 31st of August.
Officials were contacted on that dreadful
night, turning up at the manor, only to find
that the killer had left no marks what so
ever, therefore, making it extremely difficult
to find the culprit.
Investigators are guessing that the Avada
Kedavra, the killing spell used by You-Know
-Who to kill the still alive Harry Potter, was
used on young Mr Malfoy, therefore leaving
no trace of evidence behind.
It seems that You-Know-Who is on the move,
killing many in his wake, those of which might
include young Mr Draco Malfoy. This murder
will be inspected very closely, and the Ministry
of Magic advise the wizarding world to beware
of You-Know-Who, shall any more murders
be committed.
If anyone has any information concerning this
murder, or the where abouts of You-Know-Who,
we implore you to please contact the Ministry of
Magic as soon as possible, shall there be hope
on the side of light.
Michael Priffin, The Daily Prophet
Harry and Ron gasped in shock.
'Malfoy dead? It can't be...'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
WHEEEEE!!! Finished second chappy! Okies, so I hope it gets good reviews, and don't worry! It will definately be Draco and Hermione in the end! I'll make sure of that!
Ok, so PLZ PLZ PLZ REVIEW FOR MY SAKE! I'm wiltering like a flower here... XD
~snakewise~
