Chapter 2
/Don't ask me./
(A.N. For a disclaimer, see the first chapter, oh and please REVIEW! Oh and if anyone wants to beta-read.)Oh and words in between / are thoughts.
Okay on with the story.
Hermione bolted up right in bed, sweat pouring down her face, she nearly screamed, but stopped herself when she saw that the dormitory was now full. God what had.Oh yeah.Oh no.Sirius!
Hermione's nightmare came rushing back to her, slapping her in the face. Sirius.Grimmuald Place.razor blade.thrown back.blood.couldn't stop him.no pulse.dead.all my fault.
Hermione sat there in shock for several minutes, her dream playing back in her head. Why had she dreamt that? Why would she dream about Sirius killing himself, he would never. He had been rather depressed, cooped up in Grimmuald Place, not being able to help much, desperately wanting to get out and do something, and not being able to. Hermione remembered what she had said earlier, "You don't think he's trying to live through us do you?"
Maybe he had gotten tired of living th-
/Why in God's name are thinking like it really happened? It was just a dream, just a really weird dream/
/But, it wasn't as if it was impossible, he has been really miserable, what if he just got tired of it all-/
/What do you think that dream was? A prophetical vision? Are you psychic now?/
/Oh god, what if your right? What if he really is about to.? What if that dream was a warning?/
Hermione quickly scrambled out of bed, changed quickly into some clothes and grabbed her wand of the nightstand.
/What in god name are you doing?/
/I'm taking your advise, I'm going to Grimmuald place-/
/YOUR WHAT? Are you insane? I never told you to, wait your going to go to Grimmuald Place?/
/Yes I'm going to Grimmuald place and-/
/And how exactly are you going to get there?/
/I'm going to go by portkey and-/
/Your going to go by portkey? You're going to go by illegal portkey? You've still got that thing?/
/Yes I have, what if there was an emergency and Harry needed to get to Grimmuald place?/
/How is an illegal portkey going to help Harry, if he doesn't even know about it?/
/I'd tell him./
/And if you weren't around?/
/Oh will you shut up, I'm going and that's that./
Hermione walked out of the dormitory, and crept down the stairs to the common room, which was thankfully empty.
/And what exactly do you plan to do when you get there? Go up to Sirius, in the middle of the night might I add, and say "Hello, I just came to check you weren't slitting your wrists"?/
/Oh don't be silly/
And before anything else could be thought, Hermione had touched the portkey (which was an old sock).
Hermione felt the familiar jolt, and was soon standing in front of Grimmuald place. Hermione took a step forwards, and rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, Hermione heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
/Why didn't I bring Harry or Ron?/
/Don't ask me/
(A.N. For a disclaimer, see the first chapter, oh and please REVIEW! Oh and if anyone wants to beta-read.)Oh and words in between / are thoughts.
Okay on with the story.
Hermione bolted up right in bed, sweat pouring down her face, she nearly screamed, but stopped herself when she saw that the dormitory was now full. God what had.Oh yeah.Oh no.Sirius!
Hermione's nightmare came rushing back to her, slapping her in the face. Sirius.Grimmuald Place.razor blade.thrown back.blood.couldn't stop him.no pulse.dead.all my fault.
Hermione sat there in shock for several minutes, her dream playing back in her head. Why had she dreamt that? Why would she dream about Sirius killing himself, he would never. He had been rather depressed, cooped up in Grimmuald Place, not being able to help much, desperately wanting to get out and do something, and not being able to. Hermione remembered what she had said earlier, "You don't think he's trying to live through us do you?"
Maybe he had gotten tired of living th-
/Why in God's name are thinking like it really happened? It was just a dream, just a really weird dream/
/But, it wasn't as if it was impossible, he has been really miserable, what if he just got tired of it all-/
/What do you think that dream was? A prophetical vision? Are you psychic now?/
/Oh god, what if your right? What if he really is about to.? What if that dream was a warning?/
Hermione quickly scrambled out of bed, changed quickly into some clothes and grabbed her wand of the nightstand.
/What in god name are you doing?/
/I'm taking your advise, I'm going to Grimmuald place-/
/YOUR WHAT? Are you insane? I never told you to, wait your going to go to Grimmuald Place?/
/Yes I'm going to Grimmuald place and-/
/And how exactly are you going to get there?/
/I'm going to go by portkey and-/
/Your going to go by portkey? You're going to go by illegal portkey? You've still got that thing?/
/Yes I have, what if there was an emergency and Harry needed to get to Grimmuald place?/
/How is an illegal portkey going to help Harry, if he doesn't even know about it?/
/I'd tell him./
/And if you weren't around?/
/Oh will you shut up, I'm going and that's that./
Hermione walked out of the dormitory, and crept down the stairs to the common room, which was thankfully empty.
/And what exactly do you plan to do when you get there? Go up to Sirius, in the middle of the night might I add, and say "Hello, I just came to check you weren't slitting your wrists"?/
/Oh don't be silly/
And before anything else could be thought, Hermione had touched the portkey (which was an old sock).
Hermione felt the familiar jolt, and was soon standing in front of Grimmuald place. Hermione took a step forwards, and rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, Hermione heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
/Why didn't I bring Harry or Ron?/
/Don't ask me/