Chapter 8
Voldemort spoke slowly and softly, making sure they heard every word. "I have tried to bargain with you people. I've taken your loved ones, and I've offered you great riches. But still you resist. There is now only one way. Battle. I bear this warning of war." Before he could end his triumphant speech, Dumbledore swiftly walked over to the fire and put it out "Sorry Voldemort, we all ready knew that," he said with a last powerful stomp. Dumbledore swiftly took control. "Fawkes, Harry," he snapped as the Pheonix disappeared. "You two, stay here, I'll be right back." The kids hadn't moved anyway....
Hermione shook slightly as Dumbledore left the room. Her mind was moving so slow Vol........de.......mort....... voldemort. VOLDEMORT! Voldemort had been to #12 Grimmauld place...were Mrs. Weaseley and Remus ok? How did he get there? The secret Keeper spell had been put there long ago. Had Dumbledore told him? That's the only way, wasn't it? She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself but it wasn't working. She looked over at Ron. He looked equally if not more terrified than she was. Of course he is, his mother may or may not be dead. Dead. Her mind swam with the thought. She pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her head down. That was better....
Ron stared into the ashes where the fire used to be. His mothers face was there. And then Lupins and then...Voldemorts. No it wasn't you will wake up and it will all have been a dream. At that moment Harry burst through the door his wand at ready. "O Harry!," Hermione jumped up and engulfed him in a hug. Harry gingerly patted her back, looking up at him. Ron's stomach jumped at the sight of Hermione and Harry. Was that jealousy? He certainly didn't WANT Hermione hugging Harry. Should he do something? "We didn't know what to do I mean, his head just appeared, and he said he was starting war, and..." she broke down crying as Harry sat her back down in her seat.
"Ron, can you tell me everything?" Ron looked up at Harry, who's eyes were full of sympathy. Did he know about his mum? He started the story...
The next few days were tense. Every little sound made them jump, and no body knew what was going on except for them. Hermione only found comfort when she was in Ron's embrace, which didn't happen often, as Ron had returned as keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. One cold day before christmas, she was sitting in front of the fire, when she heard a voice in her head (no boys and girls, not the normal one convincing them they loved each other :D)it was cold, and snakelike. "What are you doing all by yourself, where is your dear Ron" At quidditch practice. Dont answer him! Kick him out! As hard as she tried, he entered her mind farther, uncovering memories she had forgotten she had. Falling off her first bike when she was 5, kissing a toad when she was 7, as to make it a prince, kissing Ron in fourth year, studying for owls in fifth, every memory she'd ever had he had seen. He know knew her deepest secrets, ambitions, and fears. He could do anything he wanted now.
Ron got back from Quidditch practice muddy and sweaty, but he didn't care. All he cared about was his mother. They'd searched and searched for her, but in the week that had passed, they hadn't found her. He refused to think about her. He was sure she was safe, hiding somewhere. Not..dead. Tears caught in his throat. He was not going to cry. Thankfully there wasn't anyone in the common room, so he sat down by the fire and began to strip off his uniform. He heard someone whimper and looked around... "Holy shit," Hermione was in the corner on the floor, twisting and contorting as if something was in her body. He rushed over to her and picked her up, carrying her over to the couch. He gently laid her down. "'Mione," he said shaking her "HERMIONE" She wouldnt wake up "HERMIONE!!" He screamed as Harry walked through the door. His eyes immediately fell on Hermione, squirming on the couch.
"What happened"
"I don't know, something is wrong, she's twisting and you can see in her face she's in pain" Harry could see the panic in his face, "Ron, something is inside her mind."
"WELL GET IT OUT!"
"Aww your dear Ron is here." The voice was getting louder as it took up more of her mind. Leave him alone. "Why don't we have some fun!" As if she were a machine, her eyes opened and looked into Ron's. "'Mione are you ok!" Unwilling, she kneed him in the stomach, HARD, knocking the wind out of him. He tumbled to the floor wheezing for breath. "That's enough for tonight my dear" and with that Lord Voldemort left her mind in a state of panic. Hermione sat up and looked at the scene in front of her. Ron lay on the floor gasping for breath, as Harry knelt next to him trying to see if he was ok. "Oh my god" She fell onto the floor as tears started to fill her eyes. "Ron," she whispered as she stroked his hair, "I'm so sorry"
"Its, ok,"Ron said as his breathing got better.
"He, he was in me."
Harry abruptly turned to her "Voldemort?" His eyes were full of worry.
"Yes" and with that she fainted from exhaustion.
Ron lifted Hermione up to the couch and looked down at her. You've been in this posistion before. He smiled. He looked at the girl that lay on his lap. She'd been through a lot over the past few weeks. How much more could they handle?
Harry had gone to tell Dumbledore about Voldemort, leaving them once more alone. He relaxed and listened to her breathing for a while. He was just getting confortablle when Dumbledore and Harry burst through the door. Dumbledore scanned the room and swiftly picked Hermione up and carried her through the door. "Come along Ron."
He took Hermione away from him! He had just come in and taken her from his lap. He followed, but only so he could get her back. He walked behind them to Snapes office, where Dumbledore knocked once and entered. "Snape, from now on you will be teaching Ron and Hermione occlumency." Snape looked from Harry, to Ron, to Hermione. "What happened to her," he said motioning towards Hermione, who was still in Dumbledores arms. "Voldemort entered her mind tonight.
"My god," Snape whispered as he took a swig from a cup on his desk. Ron knew this was larger than he had thought.
The next Monday was their trip to Hogsmeade. Hermione was relieved to have the day off. Her, Ron, and Harry had been studying Occulmency together and she soon realized that it was hard work. The fact that it was with Professor Snape didnt make it any easier either. The trio spent their day browsing and buying Christmas presents. I've all ready gotten mine, she thought as she fingered her necklace. They were sitting in the Three Broomsticks, drinking butter beers, when she suddenly thought of something. "Oy! I'm sorry you guys, I forgot Hagrid's present!" she quickly stood up and ran out into the village. "I don't like her being out there alone," Ron said grumpily as he started to stand up.
'You know Ron, she's probably getting yours, since we were with her all day she couldn't without you seeing."
"Good point mate," Ron said smiling.
Hermione hurried down the street to the pet shop, and stepped inside. She went right over to the dangerous pets section and looked around. She found the perfect pet, but there weren't any more, as the scarred man in front of her had just taken the last one. "Just my luck," she said sighing. She stepped outside and looked up towards the Shrieking Shack. Harry hadn't mentioned Sirius in a while. He'd had trouble coping at first but hopefully he was ok.... She started to make her way back up to the Three Broomsticks when she heard her name being called. "Hermione, come 'ere, we found the best hiding spot!" Harry and Ron found a new hiding spot? She rushed over and down the alley way between the shops. "Where are you guys!" She turned the corner and found herself staring into the face of Peter Pettigrew. "Hello dear" he said as her world went black.
Voldemort spoke slowly and softly, making sure they heard every word. "I have tried to bargain with you people. I've taken your loved ones, and I've offered you great riches. But still you resist. There is now only one way. Battle. I bear this warning of war." Before he could end his triumphant speech, Dumbledore swiftly walked over to the fire and put it out "Sorry Voldemort, we all ready knew that," he said with a last powerful stomp. Dumbledore swiftly took control. "Fawkes, Harry," he snapped as the Pheonix disappeared. "You two, stay here, I'll be right back." The kids hadn't moved anyway....
Hermione shook slightly as Dumbledore left the room. Her mind was moving so slow Vol........de.......mort....... voldemort. VOLDEMORT! Voldemort had been to #12 Grimmauld place...were Mrs. Weaseley and Remus ok? How did he get there? The secret Keeper spell had been put there long ago. Had Dumbledore told him? That's the only way, wasn't it? She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself but it wasn't working. She looked over at Ron. He looked equally if not more terrified than she was. Of course he is, his mother may or may not be dead. Dead. Her mind swam with the thought. She pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her head down. That was better....
Ron stared into the ashes where the fire used to be. His mothers face was there. And then Lupins and then...Voldemorts. No it wasn't you will wake up and it will all have been a dream. At that moment Harry burst through the door his wand at ready. "O Harry!," Hermione jumped up and engulfed him in a hug. Harry gingerly patted her back, looking up at him. Ron's stomach jumped at the sight of Hermione and Harry. Was that jealousy? He certainly didn't WANT Hermione hugging Harry. Should he do something? "We didn't know what to do I mean, his head just appeared, and he said he was starting war, and..." she broke down crying as Harry sat her back down in her seat.
"Ron, can you tell me everything?" Ron looked up at Harry, who's eyes were full of sympathy. Did he know about his mum? He started the story...
The next few days were tense. Every little sound made them jump, and no body knew what was going on except for them. Hermione only found comfort when she was in Ron's embrace, which didn't happen often, as Ron had returned as keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. One cold day before christmas, she was sitting in front of the fire, when she heard a voice in her head (no boys and girls, not the normal one convincing them they loved each other :D)it was cold, and snakelike. "What are you doing all by yourself, where is your dear Ron" At quidditch practice. Dont answer him! Kick him out! As hard as she tried, he entered her mind farther, uncovering memories she had forgotten she had. Falling off her first bike when she was 5, kissing a toad when she was 7, as to make it a prince, kissing Ron in fourth year, studying for owls in fifth, every memory she'd ever had he had seen. He know knew her deepest secrets, ambitions, and fears. He could do anything he wanted now.
Ron got back from Quidditch practice muddy and sweaty, but he didn't care. All he cared about was his mother. They'd searched and searched for her, but in the week that had passed, they hadn't found her. He refused to think about her. He was sure she was safe, hiding somewhere. Not..dead. Tears caught in his throat. He was not going to cry. Thankfully there wasn't anyone in the common room, so he sat down by the fire and began to strip off his uniform. He heard someone whimper and looked around... "Holy shit," Hermione was in the corner on the floor, twisting and contorting as if something was in her body. He rushed over to her and picked her up, carrying her over to the couch. He gently laid her down. "'Mione," he said shaking her "HERMIONE" She wouldnt wake up "HERMIONE!!" He screamed as Harry walked through the door. His eyes immediately fell on Hermione, squirming on the couch.
"What happened"
"I don't know, something is wrong, she's twisting and you can see in her face she's in pain" Harry could see the panic in his face, "Ron, something is inside her mind."
"WELL GET IT OUT!"
"Aww your dear Ron is here." The voice was getting louder as it took up more of her mind. Leave him alone. "Why don't we have some fun!" As if she were a machine, her eyes opened and looked into Ron's. "'Mione are you ok!" Unwilling, she kneed him in the stomach, HARD, knocking the wind out of him. He tumbled to the floor wheezing for breath. "That's enough for tonight my dear" and with that Lord Voldemort left her mind in a state of panic. Hermione sat up and looked at the scene in front of her. Ron lay on the floor gasping for breath, as Harry knelt next to him trying to see if he was ok. "Oh my god" She fell onto the floor as tears started to fill her eyes. "Ron," she whispered as she stroked his hair, "I'm so sorry"
"Its, ok,"Ron said as his breathing got better.
"He, he was in me."
Harry abruptly turned to her "Voldemort?" His eyes were full of worry.
"Yes" and with that she fainted from exhaustion.
Ron lifted Hermione up to the couch and looked down at her. You've been in this posistion before. He smiled. He looked at the girl that lay on his lap. She'd been through a lot over the past few weeks. How much more could they handle?
Harry had gone to tell Dumbledore about Voldemort, leaving them once more alone. He relaxed and listened to her breathing for a while. He was just getting confortablle when Dumbledore and Harry burst through the door. Dumbledore scanned the room and swiftly picked Hermione up and carried her through the door. "Come along Ron."
He took Hermione away from him! He had just come in and taken her from his lap. He followed, but only so he could get her back. He walked behind them to Snapes office, where Dumbledore knocked once and entered. "Snape, from now on you will be teaching Ron and Hermione occlumency." Snape looked from Harry, to Ron, to Hermione. "What happened to her," he said motioning towards Hermione, who was still in Dumbledores arms. "Voldemort entered her mind tonight.
"My god," Snape whispered as he took a swig from a cup on his desk. Ron knew this was larger than he had thought.
The next Monday was their trip to Hogsmeade. Hermione was relieved to have the day off. Her, Ron, and Harry had been studying Occulmency together and she soon realized that it was hard work. The fact that it was with Professor Snape didnt make it any easier either. The trio spent their day browsing and buying Christmas presents. I've all ready gotten mine, she thought as she fingered her necklace. They were sitting in the Three Broomsticks, drinking butter beers, when she suddenly thought of something. "Oy! I'm sorry you guys, I forgot Hagrid's present!" she quickly stood up and ran out into the village. "I don't like her being out there alone," Ron said grumpily as he started to stand up.
'You know Ron, she's probably getting yours, since we were with her all day she couldn't without you seeing."
"Good point mate," Ron said smiling.
Hermione hurried down the street to the pet shop, and stepped inside. She went right over to the dangerous pets section and looked around. She found the perfect pet, but there weren't any more, as the scarred man in front of her had just taken the last one. "Just my luck," she said sighing. She stepped outside and looked up towards the Shrieking Shack. Harry hadn't mentioned Sirius in a while. He'd had trouble coping at first but hopefully he was ok.... She started to make her way back up to the Three Broomsticks when she heard her name being called. "Hermione, come 'ere, we found the best hiding spot!" Harry and Ron found a new hiding spot? She rushed over and down the alley way between the shops. "Where are you guys!" She turned the corner and found herself staring into the face of Peter Pettigrew. "Hello dear" he said as her world went black.