A/N: Well, not much to say except...well, here's another chapter! Hope you all like it. :)
Disclaimer: I dis the claim of Harry Potter. (Yep. Still using it. Mwuahahaha.) Oh, yes. Any song lyrics that look familiar were written by Amy Lee, the lead singer of Evanescence. The one with "I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger" is called Lies and the other one is called Missing. Both are very beautiful and inspiring. You should download them if you like dark, haunting, beautifully mysterious gothic music with female vocals. Amy Lee has the most beautiful voice I've ever heard in my entire life. (Note: I was not paid to say this, either. lol)
Swirling gracefully it small and large currents of cold, blowing air. Not being able to see anymore than an estimated five feet ahead of oneself in the darkened blizzard could be quiet frustrating. Especially when you've just dropped your snow white quill and Care of Magical Creatures was going to start in 5 minutes. How ironic it could be when you dropped your snow white quill in snow. It was almost laughable in a weird sort of sense.
"Hah. Only if it was happening to someone else." Hermione scoffed bitterly at the fact that she spoke to herself again. She continued feeling around through the cold snow for her quill. She sighed in frustration when her fingers started to get numb.
"For crying out loud, Granger."
Her head shot up and her eyes widened slightly in alarm as she saw a pale hand swoop down a couple of feet in front of her and scoop up a handful of snow. She glared at his smirking face.
"I don't really feel like having a snowball fight right now, if you don't mind." She said snootily to Draco Malfoy. His face turned into a slight sneer.
"Psh, neither do I." He shook his hand a bit to rid of the snow and her quill appeared in his hand. "I just thought you would want this for class." He shoved it into her face and she took it slowly, as if thinking there was some sort of catch. She looked down at the quill for a few seconds, until she heard the sound of snow crunching under the Slytherins shoes. Her eyes widened and she jumped up in alarm, then started dashing in the same direction as Malfoy went.
"Gah! I'm going to be late!"
****
The loud sound of several piled books being slammed onto the table jerked Ron and Harry out of their trance-like state from studying for Potions. Hermione gave out a loud and slightly over-dramatic huff of frustration and plopped into a chair at the table in the library.
"Not a good day so far, I take it?" Ron asked in a slightly sympathetic way, furrowing his flaming eyebrows. Hermione just gave a grunt to acknowledge that he was correct.
"Eh, we all have days like those every once in a while, Hermione. It'll be better tomorrow." Harry said, smiling reassuringly. Hermione looked up and her lip twitched to a half-smile, half-smirk and nodded.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." She said while opening a book and started reading while taking notes. Then it was Ron's turn to groan. Harry and Hermione glanced up at him.
"No, he's not right! We have Double Potions with the Slytherins tomorrow!" He slapped his face and scratched his head lightly with his fingers while sighing. "It's not going to be better tomorrow. That slimey old git is going to end up brewing up some sort of huge project or something!"
"Oh, please, Ron. As much as we all don't like Snape, he's not that horrible! Just thin--" Hermione stopped mid-sentence and thought back to last week and how he had looked at her like that and acted strangely. She snapped out of her thoughts to see Harry and Ron staring at her curiously.
"Just what?" Harry asked, pushing her to finish her sentence.
"Oh! I was going to say 'Just think, it could be worse.' " She coughed nervously, carefully avoiding their curious eyes, and continued to study.
****
"They'll never see......"
Giving a muffled moan, he rolled over sleepily on his side.
"I'll never be......"
He rolled over again, frowning slightly in his sleep.
"I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger....."
His eyes opened and he blinked a few times in confusion.
"...burning deep inside of me...."
His eyes widened and he sat up, staring at his door.
"What the-? Who in the world is singing at this hour?" He pushed the blankets off of him and pulled some loose, black, cotton pajama pants and proceeded out the door. He stopped and strained his ears to locate the source of the female singing. Must be some sort of bloody muggle music someone is listening to. Strange, though. I hear no music.
"Please, please forgive me, but I won't be home again..."
Hallway.
He walked into the narrow hallway. No one was there. He was about to frown again when--
"Maybe someday you'll have looked up, and barely conscience you'll say to no one....."
His eyes widened in fear as he listened to the words of the song. He ever so slowly looked up.
He was too frightened and shocked to scream.
****
One hour later...
Looking down on the picture that she hid so long continued to torment her. Why couldn't she just rid herself of the simple colored piece of paper? Oh, I know why. She thought to herself as she looked down at the picture of three girls waving and smiling happily at her. That's all they would ever do now. Caught in the forever cycling picture, bound to do the same thing as long as the photograph lasted...just wave. She would sit and stare at it for hours, hoping the two girls would do something else other than smile and wave at her.
"Why won't you do anything else?" She asked the picture in a haunting, whispery voice. "Why....where...where are you?" she continued to ask, a tear rolling down her cheek as she rocked back and forth on her bed. The picture shifted on top of the blankets, going with every move that Hermione made. Then she remembered what one of them used to do when feeling not-so-happy.
She started weeding through her memory, finding, searching for the right song that would help her...help how she was feeling. Her eyes started to brim up more with unshed tears. Wrong song. She thought when she started crying harder.
I want to die. Just please...anything to take away this pain. Gods, I need to see you two again. I need to find you.... That's when it hit her and her eyes widened. She found the right song. She smiled slightly and started whispering the lyrics to herself as she wrote them down, as to not forget...to give her hope and determination.
A few minutes later she was done. She set the piece of brownish paper on her night stand with the snowy quill on top of the elegant words. She picked up the picture and stared at it, smiling slightly at the three girls in the photograph. She set it next to the paper on the stand, closed her eyes, and drifted off to her field of whispering paper flowers.
****
Floating across the stone floor in glowing, elegant, whispery steps, a young girl with flowing jet black hair and a haunting white dress neared Hermione's sleeping form. She smiled sweetly and slowly pushed a tendril of honey brown hair out of Hermione's face. Leaning down quietly and carefully, she gently kissed her freckled cheek. She stood up straight and smiled down at her sleeping form. Then something caught her attention on the night stand. She took a step over to face it and picked up the photograph. She saw the waving forms of Hermione, a small girl with honey brown curls held at Hermione's hip, and the girl with the flowing jet black hair. She smiled sadly and set it down and then reached for the brown parchment and started to read:
You don't remember me, but I remember you. I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you. But who can decide what they dream and dream I do. I believe in you and I'd give up everything just to find you. I have to be with you, to live, to breathe. You're taking over me. Have you forgotten all I know and all we had? You saw me mourning my love for you and touched my hand. I knew you loved me then. I believe in you and I'd give up everything just to find you. I have to be with you, to live, to breathe. You're taking over me. I look in the mirror and see you face if I look deep enough. There's so many things inside that are just like you are taking over. I believe in you and I'd give up everything just to find you. I have to be with you, to live, to breathe. You're taking over me.
The girl sighed and looked at Hermione sadly, but then a huge smile slowly spread across her features. She picked up the quill and quickly jotted something down underneath her lyrics. She smiled down at the sentence she wrote and then at Hermione. She leaned over and kissed her cheek again. Hermione shivered slightly from the coldness of the sign of affection. The girl walked backward until she was against the stone wall and blinked once slowly.
"Sleep well, my dear Hermione." And with that said, she turned around and stepped through the wall.
****
Her eyes shot open and she started shivering. Why is it so cold? She glanced around the room in a daze. She noticed her parchment on the stand was flapping slightly. Looking over she noticed the window was open and a cold breeze was coming in.
"I don't remember opening the window." She got up and closed it with a shrug. She walked back over and something seemed different. Stopping, blinking slowly, and surveying the room. Her picture was out of place. She put it under her pillow and then glanced at what she had written last night. She turned around, but then her eyes widened and she spun around again and grabbed the paper. Her eyes were so wide they looked as if they were going to pop out and her mouth was so far down it seemed that it could hit the floor. She started crying as she read eight simple words over and over again.
"Your sister is still alive, Hermione...find her."
She smiled and started crying harder again. This time they were happier and more hopeful tears.
"Thank you, Tawny...." She folded the piece of paper and put it into her pocket and had a new look of determination set on her face. "I'm going to find you, Margo."
****
A/N: A huge turn of events in this chapter. Holy crap. I wasn't expecting for it to come out like this, but I'm happy with it. The reasons why Hermione is all weird is starting to unravel *insert over-dramatic suspense music here* Hmm...I wonder what Draco saw that made him go all...silent. ^__~ I guess you'll find out in the next chapter!
Thanks to all that read and reviewed! Or just read and didn't review! Thank you all! :)
Disclaimer: I dis the claim of Harry Potter. (Yep. Still using it. Mwuahahaha.) Oh, yes. Any song lyrics that look familiar were written by Amy Lee, the lead singer of Evanescence. The one with "I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger" is called Lies and the other one is called Missing. Both are very beautiful and inspiring. You should download them if you like dark, haunting, beautifully mysterious gothic music with female vocals. Amy Lee has the most beautiful voice I've ever heard in my entire life. (Note: I was not paid to say this, either. lol)
Swirling gracefully it small and large currents of cold, blowing air. Not being able to see anymore than an estimated five feet ahead of oneself in the darkened blizzard could be quiet frustrating. Especially when you've just dropped your snow white quill and Care of Magical Creatures was going to start in 5 minutes. How ironic it could be when you dropped your snow white quill in snow. It was almost laughable in a weird sort of sense.
"Hah. Only if it was happening to someone else." Hermione scoffed bitterly at the fact that she spoke to herself again. She continued feeling around through the cold snow for her quill. She sighed in frustration when her fingers started to get numb.
"For crying out loud, Granger."
Her head shot up and her eyes widened slightly in alarm as she saw a pale hand swoop down a couple of feet in front of her and scoop up a handful of snow. She glared at his smirking face.
"I don't really feel like having a snowball fight right now, if you don't mind." She said snootily to Draco Malfoy. His face turned into a slight sneer.
"Psh, neither do I." He shook his hand a bit to rid of the snow and her quill appeared in his hand. "I just thought you would want this for class." He shoved it into her face and she took it slowly, as if thinking there was some sort of catch. She looked down at the quill for a few seconds, until she heard the sound of snow crunching under the Slytherins shoes. Her eyes widened and she jumped up in alarm, then started dashing in the same direction as Malfoy went.
"Gah! I'm going to be late!"
The loud sound of several piled books being slammed onto the table jerked Ron and Harry out of their trance-like state from studying for Potions. Hermione gave out a loud and slightly over-dramatic huff of frustration and plopped into a chair at the table in the library.
"Not a good day so far, I take it?" Ron asked in a slightly sympathetic way, furrowing his flaming eyebrows. Hermione just gave a grunt to acknowledge that he was correct.
"Eh, we all have days like those every once in a while, Hermione. It'll be better tomorrow." Harry said, smiling reassuringly. Hermione looked up and her lip twitched to a half-smile, half-smirk and nodded.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." She said while opening a book and started reading while taking notes. Then it was Ron's turn to groan. Harry and Hermione glanced up at him.
"No, he's not right! We have Double Potions with the Slytherins tomorrow!" He slapped his face and scratched his head lightly with his fingers while sighing. "It's not going to be better tomorrow. That slimey old git is going to end up brewing up some sort of huge project or something!"
"Oh, please, Ron. As much as we all don't like Snape, he's not that horrible! Just thin--" Hermione stopped mid-sentence and thought back to last week and how he had looked at her like that and acted strangely. She snapped out of her thoughts to see Harry and Ron staring at her curiously.
"Just what?" Harry asked, pushing her to finish her sentence.
"Oh! I was going to say 'Just think, it could be worse.' " She coughed nervously, carefully avoiding their curious eyes, and continued to study.
"They'll never see......"
Giving a muffled moan, he rolled over sleepily on his side.
"I'll never be......"
He rolled over again, frowning slightly in his sleep.
"I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger....."
His eyes opened and he blinked a few times in confusion.
"...burning deep inside of me...."
His eyes widened and he sat up, staring at his door.
"What the-? Who in the world is singing at this hour?" He pushed the blankets off of him and pulled some loose, black, cotton pajama pants and proceeded out the door. He stopped and strained his ears to locate the source of the female singing. Must be some sort of bloody muggle music someone is listening to. Strange, though. I hear no music.
"Please, please forgive me, but I won't be home again..."
Hallway.
He walked into the narrow hallway. No one was there. He was about to frown again when--
"Maybe someday you'll have looked up, and barely conscience you'll say to no one....."
His eyes widened in fear as he listened to the words of the song. He ever so slowly looked up.
He was too frightened and shocked to scream.
One hour later...
Looking down on the picture that she hid so long continued to torment her. Why couldn't she just rid herself of the simple colored piece of paper? Oh, I know why. She thought to herself as she looked down at the picture of three girls waving and smiling happily at her. That's all they would ever do now. Caught in the forever cycling picture, bound to do the same thing as long as the photograph lasted...just wave. She would sit and stare at it for hours, hoping the two girls would do something else other than smile and wave at her.
"Why won't you do anything else?" She asked the picture in a haunting, whispery voice. "Why....where...where are you?" she continued to ask, a tear rolling down her cheek as she rocked back and forth on her bed. The picture shifted on top of the blankets, going with every move that Hermione made. Then she remembered what one of them used to do when feeling not-so-happy.
She started weeding through her memory, finding, searching for the right song that would help her...help how she was feeling. Her eyes started to brim up more with unshed tears. Wrong song. She thought when she started crying harder.
I want to die. Just please...anything to take away this pain. Gods, I need to see you two again. I need to find you.... That's when it hit her and her eyes widened. She found the right song. She smiled slightly and started whispering the lyrics to herself as she wrote them down, as to not forget...to give her hope and determination.
A few minutes later she was done. She set the piece of brownish paper on her night stand with the snowy quill on top of the elegant words. She picked up the picture and stared at it, smiling slightly at the three girls in the photograph. She set it next to the paper on the stand, closed her eyes, and drifted off to her field of whispering paper flowers.
Floating across the stone floor in glowing, elegant, whispery steps, a young girl with flowing jet black hair and a haunting white dress neared Hermione's sleeping form. She smiled sweetly and slowly pushed a tendril of honey brown hair out of Hermione's face. Leaning down quietly and carefully, she gently kissed her freckled cheek. She stood up straight and smiled down at her sleeping form. Then something caught her attention on the night stand. She took a step over to face it and picked up the photograph. She saw the waving forms of Hermione, a small girl with honey brown curls held at Hermione's hip, and the girl with the flowing jet black hair. She smiled sadly and set it down and then reached for the brown parchment and started to read:
You don't remember me, but I remember you. I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you. But who can decide what they dream and dream I do. I believe in you and I'd give up everything just to find you. I have to be with you, to live, to breathe. You're taking over me. Have you forgotten all I know and all we had? You saw me mourning my love for you and touched my hand. I knew you loved me then. I believe in you and I'd give up everything just to find you. I have to be with you, to live, to breathe. You're taking over me. I look in the mirror and see you face if I look deep enough. There's so many things inside that are just like you are taking over. I believe in you and I'd give up everything just to find you. I have to be with you, to live, to breathe. You're taking over me.
The girl sighed and looked at Hermione sadly, but then a huge smile slowly spread across her features. She picked up the quill and quickly jotted something down underneath her lyrics. She smiled down at the sentence she wrote and then at Hermione. She leaned over and kissed her cheek again. Hermione shivered slightly from the coldness of the sign of affection. The girl walked backward until she was against the stone wall and blinked once slowly.
"Sleep well, my dear Hermione." And with that said, she turned around and stepped through the wall.
Her eyes shot open and she started shivering. Why is it so cold? She glanced around the room in a daze. She noticed her parchment on the stand was flapping slightly. Looking over she noticed the window was open and a cold breeze was coming in.
"I don't remember opening the window." She got up and closed it with a shrug. She walked back over and something seemed different. Stopping, blinking slowly, and surveying the room. Her picture was out of place. She put it under her pillow and then glanced at what she had written last night. She turned around, but then her eyes widened and she spun around again and grabbed the paper. Her eyes were so wide they looked as if they were going to pop out and her mouth was so far down it seemed that it could hit the floor. She started crying as she read eight simple words over and over again.
"Your sister is still alive, Hermione...find her."
She smiled and started crying harder again. This time they were happier and more hopeful tears.
"Thank you, Tawny...." She folded the piece of paper and put it into her pocket and had a new look of determination set on her face. "I'm going to find you, Margo."
A/N: A huge turn of events in this chapter. Holy crap. I wasn't expecting for it to come out like this, but I'm happy with it. The reasons why Hermione is all weird is starting to unravel *insert over-dramatic suspense music here* Hmm...I wonder what Draco saw that made him go all...silent. ^__~ I guess you'll find out in the next chapter!
Thanks to all that read and reviewed! Or just read and didn't review! Thank you all! :)