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A Sky of Lies
By Dragon's Dreamss
Chapter 2
Found
To come upon, often by accident.
To recover (something lost).
When Hermione awoke it was dark outside. The sun had already set on the horizon. She checked her watch quickly and to her horror dinner was done and long gone. She was up after curfew. Not that she didn't do that a lot, but this time she did not have the safety of an invisibility cloak! Anyone could catch her. She had to leave immediately. She didn't want to be found by Professor Snape or the consequences might be grim. She grabbed her things leaving the book about the Caelums on the small table. She rushed to her room quickly trying to avoid a professor or Filch. She made it barely when she heard two voices coming from around the corner.
"-Sure that it is true," a deep voice said.
"But . . . it can't be!" another voice said. It was more feminine, but sounded older and wearier than the first.
"Albus thinks so therefore it must be and that is that," the first voice said. Hermione started to back away when a sentence caught her attention.
"It is true then. The Caelum girl is here? That is impossible! She would have to be twenty and there are no twenty-year-olds here because the oldest a student can be is seventeen and there are no teachers younger than you," the second voice said.
"I am sure. If you need more proof it's in Albus' office. I hope you know the way," the first voice said sarcastically.
"I'll check," the second voice said finally after a few seconds of silence, "Thanks again."
Hermione listened closely then panic struck her. Dumbledore's office was right in her direction! She had to get out of there fast. She looked around for any doors. One was slightly open so she decided to go into it. There was no light on in it, but it looked friendly enough for her standards. She crept through the door trying not to make a sound at all. She watched as a shadow passed through the corridor in front of the door. She began to back up when she found a cold wall behind her. The rough touch of the stones startled her. She jumped around and put out her hands. She began to wander around the room looking for a light switch. She just remembered . . . this was the Wizarding world they didn't have light switches! Sometimes she could be some clueless.
"Nox," she whispered as the lights sprung to light. It was a beautiful room, books lining every shelf. The shelves must have been twelve feet high or more. The smell of leather and parchment filled her nostrils. She moved to one of the shelves and looked carefully at the books. Most of them were Dark Arts, Muggle Literature, including lots of Shakespeare, Potions, and History. It was fantastic. She picked out one of the books from the shelves. "The Uses of the Underwater Plants and Animals in Potions" It intrigued her. She sat in one of the overstuffed black leather chairs. She sat there reading peacefully for what seemed like forever.
"This is wonderful! I wish I could come here more often," she said to herself out loud not knowing of the dark figure behind her until it's voice came piercing through the air like a dagger.
"I'm so sorry you can't, Miss Granger," the voice said sarcastically. It matched the first voice she had heard earlier perfectly. "Maybe some other time, or universe." Hermione jumped up and set the book down to face her Potions Professor's black eyes. They had an amused glint in them.
"Er . . ." she began, but was interrupted by her professor.
"I have finally rendered the know-it-all Gryffindor speechless. I shall mark it on my calendar as a holiday. Explain yourself!" he spat out at her. She continued to stare at him shocked.
"I . . . er . . . didn't know this was yours . . . I just stumbled upon it . . . I'm . . . sorry, sir. I'll just get going," she said hopelessly while taking a step back.
"It is mine therefore you will be punished for coming without permission. You will not go just yet, Miss Granger," he sneered at her as she stood there stiff as a board, "That will be a detention and fifty points from Gryffindor for being out after curfew and entering a professor's private space. Now go!" She nodded slowly as she backed out of the door. She had not expected to run into him. The git gave her detention. Stupid grease ball, she thought. As soon as she had gotten out of the magnificent library she came upon Filch.
"I've already been given a detention, good night," she said quickly trying to leave, but Filch grabbed.
"I don' thin' so," he said. She could smell the fire whiskey on his putrid breath. She tried hard not to gag and finally pulled away and ran. She heard him calling to her that she would get into serious trouble, but she took no heed to him. Once she got into her room she put down her stuff and fell onto her bed. She fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow. Hermione woke up the next morning to find that she was in the same robes that she had on yesterday. She got up and took a quick shower. She then charmed her hair to be dry and silky. Her hair was styled into perfect shiny waves that flooded down her back elegantly. After putting on her school uniform, a white blouse, a gray vest outlined with red and gold, and a short gray pleated skirt, she put on her student's robes and head girl badge. She found a clean pair of socks and put them on along with her black shoes.
Hermione made her way down to the Great Hall from the head girl room across many moving stairways. She met up with Ron and Harry who were talking happily about Quidditch. They went through the great wooden doors and sat down in their usual seats at the Gryffindor table.
"-And then Harry did this amazing Seeker Swoop! It was bloody wicked," Ron exclaimed as Hermione giggled at Harry's blushing face.
"Please, Ron," Hermione responded, "I think Harry's got enough attention from Ginny as it is." Harry blushed a deep red that could give any Weasley a run for their money. Ginny had just sat down and too blushed a scarlet red that clashed with her flaming red hair. Harry put an arm around Ginny as Hermione giggled and Ron snorted. Dumbledore clapped his hands to silence everyone and he did a very good job of it.
"We will be having some visitors today, so make them feel welcome," Dumbledore told the school, "Show them the respect you should. As I am very hungry, let the breakfast begin." A large breakfast appeared on the golden plates. Ron was already wolfing down kippers and sausages. Disgusting, Hermione thought. Harry and Ron both noticed that she didn't have any form of meat on her plate at all and decided that they should give some to her. They began to pile all forms of beef and pork onto her plate, as she turned green in disgust.
"Don't you want it? Meat is very good for you," Ron said still dumping food onto her plate.
"Yeah, meat is the base of the human diet!" Harry said proudly.
"Then I must not be human. I'm a vegetarian," Hermione told them as they stared at her in shock.
"How could you not like meat?"
"I appose against the brutal slaughtering of animals! Do you even know what they put in that stuff? The poor animals died savagely," Hermione explained.
"But, Hermione! It's good for you. Have some sausage!" Ron whined while sticking a link of sausage in her face.
"No, they're encased in pig intestines. I don't want to harm the animals," she said matter-of-factly.
"So . . . they're already dead!" Ron defended as the doors of the Great Hall swung open and two 'royally' dressed people. Many diamonds, emeralds, and rubies embellished their deep purple robes. The woman of the two had her graying brown hair up in an elegant French twist. The man had his wife's hand in the crook of his arm as they walked to the head table. They talked with Dumbledore as Hermione and the others looked at them intently.
"Is that the visitors?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, what do you think?" Harry answered sarcastically.
"Sarcasm does not become you," Hermione whispered, still watching the two visitors chat merrily with the Headmaster. They began to walk back to the door, but instead of going between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables they walked between the Slytherin and Gryffindor. Many students were watching them as they stopped next to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"This must be her . . . Hasn't she grown up well, Caol?"
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