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A/N To anyone saying Rowling Killed this ship, Oh Well not in my mind and all of our dedicated shippers. If you don't like it, don't read it, and then say its been killed because obviously if you took the time to read it then its SOOOOO worth it (Shippage FF in general. Put an end to Ship Wars!!! Support your local ship. I currently Sail the HMS Leather & Libraries!! /b
Without further adieu ......
The pages were filled with a neat yet maniacal script. The letters themselves reminded him of flowers choked by weeds. He could, however, make out the writing...
iDear Journal,
Today was yet another boring day in the life of the Wizarding world's most exciting witch. The days are going so slow but I wish they wouldn't end. It's been a creepy dream staying here at the burrow. Its almost like time stops when you see the happy faces of Ron and his family. I think we all know better. It's too surreal. These dreams I have been having are crazy. I wonder who it is that keeps calling me in my dreams, the guys would laugh if I told them. I'm scared. Things are changing and I can't control it. The times are getting darker, maybe I am crazy. Its like me to think that Voldemort will run into my dreams and kill me in my sleep
"In the room of a forbidden flower, Slowly spins her harrowing bower Gossamer webs spinning her song His wait not too long Weave my heart to silky thread In thus share a love of the dead"
Sometimes I just wish I would wake up and that my prince would come, whoever he is. Ron has been acting strange around me, I can see the way he looks at me, I can't respond back. God help me if I need to fight a boggart! It would probably be Ron with flowers or god sakes trying to kiss me!... /i
Ron slammed the book closed he felt his eyes sting with a few bitter tears. He felt sick to his stomach reading the last few lines. He left the book where it lay and stalked off to the back with the rest of the Weasley clan.
Draco waited impatiently for Pansy's reply; it wasn't like her to take so long in writing back. He remained outside in the gardens sitting once again in his favorite place. The alabaster horse sculpture was a wedding present to his parents. Years of rainy English weather marred its nearly perfect surface with light grey stains of water long dried. Draco started writing in his journal once more. He flipped through the well worn pages savoring the handmade texture of his fine parchment. He stopped at entry he wrote during his 3rd year.
iThat mudblood bitch is going to pay! My face still stings where she slapped me. She has the nerve to even try my presence no less invade it! She makes me so angry. I am a disappointment to myself and to the Malfoy name. I can't remember how many times Father has reminded me of how I am to do better. They are so patient. I will make her pay for that I swear it on my honor I will. I probably deserve to be slapped around by a mudblood at least someone pays attention to me. I'll be damned if father even reprimands the state of my marks unless they dip below that girls marks! Damn Potter! I wish Voldemort could have annihilated him; it would make my life much easier. Maybe I would have friends if I wasn't surrounded by imbeciles who don't know their wand from their arse!/I
Draco chuckled silently as he went on to read the additional 2 pages of ranting that he did on that day. He couldn't forget his emotions from that day. How much his writing changed from little rants to thoughtful philosophies and poems? Not many people realize the amazing transformation 3 years can do to a man no less a boy. Draco wished to let his mind flow free from every thing. He just wanted to escape the past 3 months and have things back to normal. He heard a rustle in the grass as his limbs instinctively tensed. The past few days would warrant certain paranoia.
"Didn't my father tell you that journal was dangerous to you?" answered a voice mockingly.
"How long have you been watching me for?"
"Enough time to hear you sigh like a lovesick puppy", Pansy sauntered over to the horse that Draco was currently perched on. "You know your stable has at least 4 fine stallions better than that stone one" she replied dully.
"Well I guess after you got my first horse all over your robes I'm a bit traumatized". Draco looked pleased at the half disgusted look on Pansy's face. "What are you doing here?"
"Well you wanted to talk to me didn't you, well here I am in the flesh". Draco sighed; he had been doing a lot of that lately. Any more of this and he would seem like a powder-puff.
"Look Pansy, I've been bothered these past few days please spare me the lame attempts at sympathetic conversation, I am going to get straight to the point", he closed the distance between them in 2 strides. His face was now dangerously close to her neck. He could feel her excited shiver from his position. "Now Pansy, you are going to tell me exactly how your father got my journal and how you got that interesting little artifact."
Pansy's eyes grew wide at his accusation as she realized her vulnerable position. With a gaping mouth she looked like a fish "Well,... I umm"'
"Just as I thought", Draco circled over her menacingly, with his hand caught lightly in her hair. "Now my precious little flower, if you value our sordid idea of a friendship I suggest you don't go running off to your daddy about this, stay out of my things and my business".
Pansy stood there at a half whimper trying to make sense of his breath on her neck and the steely grey storm behind his eyes. She composed herself to all the dignity she could squelch. "Well lets go to Knockturn Alley, we can do some research at that store" , she signaled towards the house.
Draco smiled inwardly, his little ruse was effective, "very well then".
Mrs. Malfoy sat in the drawing room working on a piece of embroidery. "Draco, darling?" She lightly set her piece down, "Draco, come here please." She noticed the form of Pansy next to her son, it wasn't a pleasing picture. Of all girls he could fancy it had to be her, oh if only they knew.
The two teenagers walked into the drawing room with the terse looks from Mrs. Malfoy.
"May I speak to Draco alone for a moment?" Narcissa signaled the house elf to shut the heavy door. Tall as she was she was still towered by the 6'1 build of Draco. At first glance one could swear he was the image of his father but on closer glance one could clearly see his mother's soft feminine influence.
"Yes, Mother"
"I am aware that you two are friends and I encourage that, however I will warn you not to rely on that girl. Sh..." Draco lifted his hand as if to say 'enough'.
"Don't worry; we are going to Diagon Alley so if anything happens..."
"I will be more than fine, have fun..." she said flatly with downcast eyes.
Draco walked towards the doorway and signaled Pansy in. Through his history with her, he had known her to be a manipulative little minx when it came to her getting her way.
"Lets go", in a flash of green flames they vanished.
They stumbled into a fireplace that looked absolutely foreboding with its years of stockpiled dust. The dim lighting had taken getting used too as the musty odor of all things ancient hit their nostrils. Draco helped Pansy off of the ground.
"Well is this the place", he asked rather briskly.
"I believe so, if I can remember correctly", she lightly took his arm as they walked through the cluttered mess. Dark tomes lurked precariously on tipping shelves. Draco took notice of a small dormouse making its home in serpent skeleton. "How ironic" he murmured. Pansy pointed towards a stack of odd looking objects. He saw a grandfather clock and had the urge to adjust its dial. He laid his finger on the dial...
"I wouldn't do that if I were you"
"Who are you", they said in unison, the rickety old wizard looked as if he needed a dentist.
"That there clock could take you back in time and make as if you were never born, Only 132 galleons, give or take", he said in a musty voice. The man himself looked as if he hadn't showered in days and smelled like it. He reminded Draco of a gnarled oak tree.
"We had a few questions about an item I purchased here", said the clearly frightened girl.
"Ah yes the map, the map, interesting little toy, fetched a handsome price for it too", he put his hand on her shoulder aiming a bit lower than her collar bone, "yes a very handsome price."
"Where did you get it from," asked Draco forcefully while pushing Pansy harshly behind him.
'Its very old I suppose, I would have to check my old transaction papers, it is a mightily dreary task to do... but since you seem like a knowledgeable young man... 20 galleons," the man looked towards his hands with a contorted look of pain on his face.
Draco looked at him perplexed, "20 galleons to look at some papers, well aren't people getting a bit greedy these days"
"Some people have to work", the man replied lazily, "I have an old mind young man but a young edge". Draco shoved 20 galleons rather forcefully onto the table.
"Get the papers NOW", Draco demanded less than quietly. The man hurried a bit faster to a place in the back. He pulled his wand and muttered a spell. 3 large parchments flew to the man's hands.
It cost 20 galleons just to accio a parchment, God. Draco kept muttering to himself until the hunched man ambled over to their position.
"Well," Draco asked eagerly as Pansy zeroed in.
"Well Sir, it seems that it was brought in by a Higgins nearly 20 years ago, a long time I see, I bought it for 2 galleons back then It was also brought in with a few journals and some interesting artifacts, apparently the fellow was how you say... liquidating..." "Higgins? That kind of sounds like Higgs to me." Draco was now much more confused than before.
"Do you have the spell book which this map was concocted from?" Pansy asked rather sheepishly.
"I do in fact if you would give me a moment". The stunted man disappeared then reappeared a moment later with another book in hand.
"Will you hurry up Ron? We are late enough as it is!" Hermione yelled up the stairs. Ron had been acting strange all day.
"Will it really matter? It's only Harry!" Ron yelled back down. Ron stood in the bathroom staring at the mirror. He looked over his body and took a few sniffs under his arms. Am I that repulsing? He thought to himself. Hermione sighed with resignation as she walked towards the fire place. "Three Broomsticks", she disappeared in a sparkle of flames. The floo network was still very awkward for Hermione, seeming she hadn't grown too fond of its sensation. Her hair was a mess from an attempt at styling it. The bush which she regretted to call her hair was a callus in itself. If anything in the universe was perpetual and everlasting it was her frizz and cockroaches. She dusted herself off and walked over to a familiar form.
Harry sat by himself in a dreamy state of mind. The boy looked horrible, his hair as usual was a mess but he looked haggard. He had dark circles under his usually brilliant eyes; he had the face of someone who had seen too much. Seeing Harry this way crashed her back into the harsh reality. Nothing was safe. The burrow had been such a refuge, a haven from a harsher world.
"Hello Harry", he looked up somberly with a weak smile. Immediately he rushed to her.
"Oh, Hermione! I've missed you very much." Harry engulfed her with a strong hug; she could feel a difference in his weight.
"Harry what happened, have the Dursley's been feeding you?" she questioned.
"Yeah, I just haven't had much of an appetite lately," his far off look startled her, "Any how I have to tell you what's been going on, Where is Ron?"
"He is being a chick today quite honestly." Folding her arms on the table they simply waited. It seemed like hours before Ron finally tumbled in.
"Hey mate, you look bummed," Harry noticed the quiet expression on his friend's face. In the years of knowing him he knew the exact cause of his lack of mirth.
Harry winced and clapped his hand to his forehead.
"What's wrong??" Hermione went to Harry's side. She felt him and looked at him in earnest.
He shook his head and batted her away with his hand. "It's Nothing Hermione," He said flatly, "absolutely nothing".
"Well How can it be nothing," she looked concerned.
"Look, you didn't really care much last summer, and now you are suddenly attentive, don't need this!" Harry got up rather quickly and walked outside with Ron sitting in a stunned state.
Hermione noticed The Marauder's Map hidden in his knapsack, picking it up she grabbed her wand. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good!" while tapping the map. Immediately pale lines began to fill with a bunched writing, a few names started popping up.
iBella: Nish Khma Makhr Finh
Prongs: What?
Worm tail: Paaska Nhieen Cuio Sikh Nah
Sirius: "Snape is a greasy git"
Moony: Dead languages?
Bella: Kiem Jhama Nhaam Utulie Maakr Finh!/i
Hermione stood perplexed at the strange writings showing on the parchment. It was exactly as Harry had described... weird.
"Well anything with Wormtail and weird words is never good".
"Well it is absolutely most likely Arabella Figg, you know, The Dursley's old neighbor."
"I don't know, dead languages? Sounds weird to me, listen go check on Harry I'm gonna stop by a place for some info." Hermione took the map into her own bag.
Hermione left the Three Broomsticks in a hurry. She could only think of two places to find an answer to such a question... a library or magic shop. Flourish and Bott's was her first target...
A full 2 hours of searching through stacks and stacks of books, her search was to no avail. Nothing could be found on enchanted maps other than self- locating ones. Hermione got up from her resigned spot and simply walked out. Her mind was running through different tracks. "What could it be?". Someone bumped into her quite harshly causing her head to snap from her thoughts.
"WATCH WHERE 'YER GOIN' GIRL", Snapped an old haggy witch.
The foul and acrid smell of urine stank in the air. It took only a second to register that she was no longer in Diagon Alley. An affected illusion of perpetual night seemed to hang over the dank place. Shady characters poked her ribs while exposing their wares.
"Dragon's Blood for a galleon, deary"
"Chimera venom for 6 galleons"
"No, thanks", Hermione was shoved into an obscure store by her own fear.
"BANG", she knocked over a few candle holders and a cauldron filled with what resembled shrunken heads. "Eww, Gross".
"Who's There ? What's THAT??", an old croaky voice called from the back. Hermione ran and hid behind a fairly large clock and a table filled with various toilet items. An unsteady and lagging footfall was coming towards her position.
"AHH, it's nothing I'm sure, probably a boggart," the croaky voice called.
The next voice caused Hermione to silence herself in shock...
To be Continued
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A/N To anyone saying Rowling Killed this ship, Oh Well not in my mind and all of our dedicated shippers. If you don't like it, don't read it, and then say its been killed because obviously if you took the time to read it then its SOOOOO worth it (Shippage FF in general. Put an end to Ship Wars!!! Support your local ship. I currently Sail the HMS Leather & Libraries!! /b
Without further adieu ......
The pages were filled with a neat yet maniacal script. The letters themselves reminded him of flowers choked by weeds. He could, however, make out the writing...
iDear Journal,
Today was yet another boring day in the life of the Wizarding world's most exciting witch. The days are going so slow but I wish they wouldn't end. It's been a creepy dream staying here at the burrow. Its almost like time stops when you see the happy faces of Ron and his family. I think we all know better. It's too surreal. These dreams I have been having are crazy. I wonder who it is that keeps calling me in my dreams, the guys would laugh if I told them. I'm scared. Things are changing and I can't control it. The times are getting darker, maybe I am crazy. Its like me to think that Voldemort will run into my dreams and kill me in my sleep
"In the room of a forbidden flower, Slowly spins her harrowing bower Gossamer webs spinning her song His wait not too long Weave my heart to silky thread In thus share a love of the dead"
Sometimes I just wish I would wake up and that my prince would come, whoever he is. Ron has been acting strange around me, I can see the way he looks at me, I can't respond back. God help me if I need to fight a boggart! It would probably be Ron with flowers or god sakes trying to kiss me!... /i
Ron slammed the book closed he felt his eyes sting with a few bitter tears. He felt sick to his stomach reading the last few lines. He left the book where it lay and stalked off to the back with the rest of the Weasley clan.
Draco waited impatiently for Pansy's reply; it wasn't like her to take so long in writing back. He remained outside in the gardens sitting once again in his favorite place. The alabaster horse sculpture was a wedding present to his parents. Years of rainy English weather marred its nearly perfect surface with light grey stains of water long dried. Draco started writing in his journal once more. He flipped through the well worn pages savoring the handmade texture of his fine parchment. He stopped at entry he wrote during his 3rd year.
iThat mudblood bitch is going to pay! My face still stings where she slapped me. She has the nerve to even try my presence no less invade it! She makes me so angry. I am a disappointment to myself and to the Malfoy name. I can't remember how many times Father has reminded me of how I am to do better. They are so patient. I will make her pay for that I swear it on my honor I will. I probably deserve to be slapped around by a mudblood at least someone pays attention to me. I'll be damned if father even reprimands the state of my marks unless they dip below that girls marks! Damn Potter! I wish Voldemort could have annihilated him; it would make my life much easier. Maybe I would have friends if I wasn't surrounded by imbeciles who don't know their wand from their arse!/I
Draco chuckled silently as he went on to read the additional 2 pages of ranting that he did on that day. He couldn't forget his emotions from that day. How much his writing changed from little rants to thoughtful philosophies and poems? Not many people realize the amazing transformation 3 years can do to a man no less a boy. Draco wished to let his mind flow free from every thing. He just wanted to escape the past 3 months and have things back to normal. He heard a rustle in the grass as his limbs instinctively tensed. The past few days would warrant certain paranoia.
"Didn't my father tell you that journal was dangerous to you?" answered a voice mockingly.
"How long have you been watching me for?"
"Enough time to hear you sigh like a lovesick puppy", Pansy sauntered over to the horse that Draco was currently perched on. "You know your stable has at least 4 fine stallions better than that stone one" she replied dully.
"Well I guess after you got my first horse all over your robes I'm a bit traumatized". Draco looked pleased at the half disgusted look on Pansy's face. "What are you doing here?"
"Well you wanted to talk to me didn't you, well here I am in the flesh". Draco sighed; he had been doing a lot of that lately. Any more of this and he would seem like a powder-puff.
"Look Pansy, I've been bothered these past few days please spare me the lame attempts at sympathetic conversation, I am going to get straight to the point", he closed the distance between them in 2 strides. His face was now dangerously close to her neck. He could feel her excited shiver from his position. "Now Pansy, you are going to tell me exactly how your father got my journal and how you got that interesting little artifact."
Pansy's eyes grew wide at his accusation as she realized her vulnerable position. With a gaping mouth she looked like a fish "Well,... I umm"'
"Just as I thought", Draco circled over her menacingly, with his hand caught lightly in her hair. "Now my precious little flower, if you value our sordid idea of a friendship I suggest you don't go running off to your daddy about this, stay out of my things and my business".
Pansy stood there at a half whimper trying to make sense of his breath on her neck and the steely grey storm behind his eyes. She composed herself to all the dignity she could squelch. "Well lets go to Knockturn Alley, we can do some research at that store" , she signaled towards the house.
Draco smiled inwardly, his little ruse was effective, "very well then".
Mrs. Malfoy sat in the drawing room working on a piece of embroidery. "Draco, darling?" She lightly set her piece down, "Draco, come here please." She noticed the form of Pansy next to her son, it wasn't a pleasing picture. Of all girls he could fancy it had to be her, oh if only they knew.
The two teenagers walked into the drawing room with the terse looks from Mrs. Malfoy.
"May I speak to Draco alone for a moment?" Narcissa signaled the house elf to shut the heavy door. Tall as she was she was still towered by the 6'1 build of Draco. At first glance one could swear he was the image of his father but on closer glance one could clearly see his mother's soft feminine influence.
"Yes, Mother"
"I am aware that you two are friends and I encourage that, however I will warn you not to rely on that girl. Sh..." Draco lifted his hand as if to say 'enough'.
"Don't worry; we are going to Diagon Alley so if anything happens..."
"I will be more than fine, have fun..." she said flatly with downcast eyes.
Draco walked towards the doorway and signaled Pansy in. Through his history with her, he had known her to be a manipulative little minx when it came to her getting her way.
"Lets go", in a flash of green flames they vanished.
They stumbled into a fireplace that looked absolutely foreboding with its years of stockpiled dust. The dim lighting had taken getting used too as the musty odor of all things ancient hit their nostrils. Draco helped Pansy off of the ground.
"Well is this the place", he asked rather briskly.
"I believe so, if I can remember correctly", she lightly took his arm as they walked through the cluttered mess. Dark tomes lurked precariously on tipping shelves. Draco took notice of a small dormouse making its home in serpent skeleton. "How ironic" he murmured. Pansy pointed towards a stack of odd looking objects. He saw a grandfather clock and had the urge to adjust its dial. He laid his finger on the dial...
"I wouldn't do that if I were you"
"Who are you", they said in unison, the rickety old wizard looked as if he needed a dentist.
"That there clock could take you back in time and make as if you were never born, Only 132 galleons, give or take", he said in a musty voice. The man himself looked as if he hadn't showered in days and smelled like it. He reminded Draco of a gnarled oak tree.
"We had a few questions about an item I purchased here", said the clearly frightened girl.
"Ah yes the map, the map, interesting little toy, fetched a handsome price for it too", he put his hand on her shoulder aiming a bit lower than her collar bone, "yes a very handsome price."
"Where did you get it from," asked Draco forcefully while pushing Pansy harshly behind him.
'Its very old I suppose, I would have to check my old transaction papers, it is a mightily dreary task to do... but since you seem like a knowledgeable young man... 20 galleons," the man looked towards his hands with a contorted look of pain on his face.
Draco looked at him perplexed, "20 galleons to look at some papers, well aren't people getting a bit greedy these days"
"Some people have to work", the man replied lazily, "I have an old mind young man but a young edge". Draco shoved 20 galleons rather forcefully onto the table.
"Get the papers NOW", Draco demanded less than quietly. The man hurried a bit faster to a place in the back. He pulled his wand and muttered a spell. 3 large parchments flew to the man's hands.
It cost 20 galleons just to accio a parchment, God. Draco kept muttering to himself until the hunched man ambled over to their position.
"Well," Draco asked eagerly as Pansy zeroed in.
"Well Sir, it seems that it was brought in by a Higgins nearly 20 years ago, a long time I see, I bought it for 2 galleons back then It was also brought in with a few journals and some interesting artifacts, apparently the fellow was how you say... liquidating..." "Higgins? That kind of sounds like Higgs to me." Draco was now much more confused than before.
"Do you have the spell book which this map was concocted from?" Pansy asked rather sheepishly.
"I do in fact if you would give me a moment". The stunted man disappeared then reappeared a moment later with another book in hand.
"Will you hurry up Ron? We are late enough as it is!" Hermione yelled up the stairs. Ron had been acting strange all day.
"Will it really matter? It's only Harry!" Ron yelled back down. Ron stood in the bathroom staring at the mirror. He looked over his body and took a few sniffs under his arms. Am I that repulsing? He thought to himself. Hermione sighed with resignation as she walked towards the fire place. "Three Broomsticks", she disappeared in a sparkle of flames. The floo network was still very awkward for Hermione, seeming she hadn't grown too fond of its sensation. Her hair was a mess from an attempt at styling it. The bush which she regretted to call her hair was a callus in itself. If anything in the universe was perpetual and everlasting it was her frizz and cockroaches. She dusted herself off and walked over to a familiar form.
Harry sat by himself in a dreamy state of mind. The boy looked horrible, his hair as usual was a mess but he looked haggard. He had dark circles under his usually brilliant eyes; he had the face of someone who had seen too much. Seeing Harry this way crashed her back into the harsh reality. Nothing was safe. The burrow had been such a refuge, a haven from a harsher world.
"Hello Harry", he looked up somberly with a weak smile. Immediately he rushed to her.
"Oh, Hermione! I've missed you very much." Harry engulfed her with a strong hug; she could feel a difference in his weight.
"Harry what happened, have the Dursley's been feeding you?" she questioned.
"Yeah, I just haven't had much of an appetite lately," his far off look startled her, "Any how I have to tell you what's been going on, Where is Ron?"
"He is being a chick today quite honestly." Folding her arms on the table they simply waited. It seemed like hours before Ron finally tumbled in.
"Hey mate, you look bummed," Harry noticed the quiet expression on his friend's face. In the years of knowing him he knew the exact cause of his lack of mirth.
Harry winced and clapped his hand to his forehead.
"What's wrong??" Hermione went to Harry's side. She felt him and looked at him in earnest.
He shook his head and batted her away with his hand. "It's Nothing Hermione," He said flatly, "absolutely nothing".
"Well How can it be nothing," she looked concerned.
"Look, you didn't really care much last summer, and now you are suddenly attentive, don't need this!" Harry got up rather quickly and walked outside with Ron sitting in a stunned state.
Hermione noticed The Marauder's Map hidden in his knapsack, picking it up she grabbed her wand. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good!" while tapping the map. Immediately pale lines began to fill with a bunched writing, a few names started popping up.
iBella: Nish Khma Makhr Finh
Prongs: What?
Worm tail: Paaska Nhieen Cuio Sikh Nah
Sirius: "Snape is a greasy git"
Moony: Dead languages?
Bella: Kiem Jhama Nhaam Utulie Maakr Finh!/i
Hermione stood perplexed at the strange writings showing on the parchment. It was exactly as Harry had described... weird.
"Well anything with Wormtail and weird words is never good".
"Well it is absolutely most likely Arabella Figg, you know, The Dursley's old neighbor."
"I don't know, dead languages? Sounds weird to me, listen go check on Harry I'm gonna stop by a place for some info." Hermione took the map into her own bag.
Hermione left the Three Broomsticks in a hurry. She could only think of two places to find an answer to such a question... a library or magic shop. Flourish and Bott's was her first target...
A full 2 hours of searching through stacks and stacks of books, her search was to no avail. Nothing could be found on enchanted maps other than self- locating ones. Hermione got up from her resigned spot and simply walked out. Her mind was running through different tracks. "What could it be?". Someone bumped into her quite harshly causing her head to snap from her thoughts.
"WATCH WHERE 'YER GOIN' GIRL", Snapped an old haggy witch.
The foul and acrid smell of urine stank in the air. It took only a second to register that she was no longer in Diagon Alley. An affected illusion of perpetual night seemed to hang over the dank place. Shady characters poked her ribs while exposing their wares.
"Dragon's Blood for a galleon, deary"
"Chimera venom for 6 galleons"
"No, thanks", Hermione was shoved into an obscure store by her own fear.
"BANG", she knocked over a few candle holders and a cauldron filled with what resembled shrunken heads. "Eww, Gross".
"Who's There ? What's THAT??", an old croaky voice called from the back. Hermione ran and hid behind a fairly large clock and a table filled with various toilet items. An unsteady and lagging footfall was coming towards her position.
"AHH, it's nothing I'm sure, probably a boggart," the croaky voice called.
The next voice caused Hermione to silence herself in shock...
To be Continued
Next chapter.... MUCH MORE ACTION, I promise....
Review and I'll give you a happy hug.
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