Chapter 1- A Late Night Decision
It was late at night when Hermione was tormented by nightmares once again. Laying in bed thinking of the horrible nightmare, she made a decision. Enough! She thought. Jumping out of her bed and grabbing her coat, she hesitated for a moment in front of her vanity mirror. Goodbye unruly hair, goodbye ugly teeth, goodbye nerdy girl antics! She whispered to her reflection. She quickly tip toed out of her room and down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.
"'ermione? Is that…is that you?" Neville Longbottom frightfully squeaked.
Thinking that Neville might sell her out or get her in trouble in his forgetful ways, she thought up a clever idea. She spun around and walked up to Neville.
"Yes, it's me Hermione! But Neville…I might say you're dreaming!" Hermione spoke encouraging to him.
"No…no I'm not!" Neville squeaked, and Hermione noticed he sounded quite unsure of himself.
"Neville Neville Neville… run up to bed! Or the purple elephants might get you!" Hermione whispered scathingly. She laughed to herself as she watched Neville's eyes widen in horror and run up to his room.
And with that, Hermione spun around and marched triumphantly out of the common room, swinging the painting of the Fat Lady so harshly that it woke her up with a sudden jolt.
"Where do you think your going?" Asked the Fat Lady in a mother like tone of voice. Hermione turned around once more. Why can't people let other people just sneak around in the middle of the night? Hermione thought angrily.
As Hermione looked at the Fat Lady who was waiting for an answer, she pulled out her wand and muttered "Sleptify" at the Fat Lady.
Instantly, a tiny stream of bubbles and glitter floated towards to Fat Lady, then enclosed her. Soon, the Fat Lady started to nod off and fell into a deep, snoring sleep. Hermione smiled to herself as she walked towards Snape's office.
Once she reached Snape's office, she stood in front of the door and took a deep breath. "Alohomora!" Hermione whispered.
The door to Snape's room slowly creeped open and Hermione walked quietly inside. That was too easy. She thought to herself and she looked for his table full of potion ingredients.
She set herself in a seat at the table with the ingredients and started mixing away. She worked tirelessly for hours until she finally came up with the right potion, and it was perfect.
Hermione looked at the glass cylinder pensively in her hand. She watched as the silver blue liquid shimmered and mixed within itself in it. She shook her head and set it down inside the cylinder holder. I can't do it, she thought. Yes, I can. She thought again. She reached her hand towards the cylinder once more, picked it up, and without a seconds hesitation, drank the silver liquid fully.
Hermione instantly felt the potion mix within her veins, pumping, churning, and burning throughout her body.
She held onto the table for support as a wave of heat surged through her body. She threw her head backwards and held her breath to prevent screaming at the top of her lungs. She then felt a wave of sleep come over her as she slowly lost her grip on the table and tumbled to the ground.
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