Enemy Love: Chapter 8, The Abnobe

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"Does anyone want to share their poem?" asked the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mrs. Blarewitch.

Mrs. Blarewitch is a very good teacher in Hermione's opinion, she puts effort and passion into her lessons and she doesn't only talk about the dark arts but muggle English and writing. One of the reasons Dumbledore hired her was because she could teach two subjects at once. Although she focused mostly on Defense Against the Dark Arts, once a week she would teach ecnic literature and writing. The reason she knew all about muggle English language arts is because Mrs. Blarewitch was a muggle herself, she was a English professor at a high school and that was until she married Mr. Blarewitch, a loyal and well know man that works for the Ministry as a detective.

With that Hermione immediately raised her hand. She worked hard on her own poem, it was about Ginny's problem- being a cutter. Ginny told her that she is seeing a therapist as Hermione suggested herself, but Hermione wasn't sure because Ginny seemed "out of it" for quite a while. Hermione was very worried about her friend.

"Yes, Ms. Granger." Hermione stood up and began to read.

"Cutters By: Hermione Granger.

Some people hurt themselves just to see the pain, the blood oozing out to realize what a life they're living.

What they really want to do is gain existence, something they believe is not there, just disappeared.

They don't believe this is real, they think it's just a game that they're losing at, they're not really living. Yet they don't believe anything is really happening, they don't care what will happen.

Some people hurt themselves until they can't take it anymore, until not only their soul is gone because they believe it always was gone, in their minds it wont make a difference just because it was never there. They want their existence, their single sip of living to be gone.

Their life hurts, so it's not worth stressing, being happy is just not possible.

Thinking, the blood will stop the mental pain; keep them from thinking about anything, to block their mind.

They cut, begin crying, then cut, cut away.

They cut for their lives, everything they ever stood for, is just put away hidden.

It soon becomes and addiction something that won't go away, something that just wont stay away."

"Impressive, Ms. Granger. Please put it in my desk drawer to be marked."

With that Hermione obediently went to her old wooden desk, it seemed to be hundreds of years old. On the desk it was marked with writing, probably from students. There were two drawers on each side of the desk, with an old metal handle that seemed like it would fall any second. Hermione didn't know what drawer to open so she just opened the left one. The drawer seemed stuck so she had to tug hard to open it. When it finally opened, the drawer nearly fell on her lap and it was heavy. Hermione felt her cheeks blush, so she turned around to make sure no one saw. To her relief, no one saw her embarrassing moment. Just as Hermione was going to place her poem inside the drawer she took a good look. Inside the drawer she saw something strange, it took her a while to identify what it was- it was an ABNODE.

An abnode relates to the Latin word 'ab'- separate and 'node'- constriction. An abnode was rare item that was barely possible for a wizard to get their hands on for it was much to powerful for a weak person to handle. Let alone a muggle! Voldemort had one of these and he used them to kill. Although the abnode doesn't really kill, it just makes your soul lost to wonder a deserted place that no wizard, let alone a muggle discovered. Where this place is or how it takes you there no one knows exactly.

Hermione grabbed the abnode, it felt cold and sent chills down her spine. Her body couldn't control itself, it begun shaking unsteadily. Hermione dropped it, she stopped shaking. As soon as she grabbed the abnode again, she started shaking again. It was like a gold torch about ten inches long made of gold and the first four inches were made of what seemed like an orange colored stone that had a spiral piece of metal inside of it.

Hermione wanted to study the abnode some more but there was no time. If Mrs. Blarewitch notices her and if she is as dangerous as she is, Hermione would be in deep trouble. Just as she was closing the left drawer Mrs. Blarewitch caught a last glimpse from the corner of her eye. She quickly closed the drawer and opened the right drawer and slipped her test in. For the next hour, the class learned about defense spells.

When it was time to go, Mrs. Blarewitch said, "Hermione Granger I need to speak to you after class."

Hermione gulped, what could she do? What would she do?

Hermione stayed in her place as the remaining students left the classroom and Mrs. Blarewitch slammed the door shut and started coming to Hermione, walking directly towards her way. To Hermione, it seemed like everything was in slow motion and loud. Mrs. Blarewitchs' heels made an echo with each approach she made and Hermione's heart was beating so loud, she felt it was impossible that no one was hearing.

"Hermione Granger...I know what you saw."

A/N: Interesting chapter I hope. I added a new mystery to it. I know the idea of an abnode barely makes sense now but I PROMISE you it will in the next chapter where everything is almost fully explained. So just sit tight. I hope you like the quickness of updates, I work hard and I like it to be appreciated. I only have a few people that added me to their fav lists, so please add me! R/R!

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