Chapter 6
Hermione was dreaming(AN:again). She was falling, down, down, down, until something pulled at her insides. It felt like her heart was growing a size bigger, and frankly, it hurt.
She was rolling about peacefully, above the stars, under the stars, between the stars.
Hermione always liked flying, even though most people swore she hated it. But what's to hate? The gentle breeze pulling through ones hair? The tickling sensation in ones stomach? Flying was simply un-hatable, for Hermione.
She had a peaceful look on her face, but was still in pain. Still, she was starting to feel complete. Like she hadn't known what it was like to be herself, but it all suddenly came back to her.
She felt powerful. Powerful enough to open her eyes in fact. SO that's what she did.
At first she just saw the sky, and realized she was on her back. Then she somehow managed to turn herself around. She looked down at the Great Hall where people were eating dinner.. "Shit" she said out loud. What if she was gonna fall? How could she be up here? She didn't feel any invisible broom under her. "Shit!" she said again.
"AAAAAAGH!" she screamed. She had just fallen five feet down. Then she stopped in middle air.
All eyes turned on her.
"AAAAAAAAAAGGH!" "I fell 12 feet down. Wait. 12 feet up. UP? What the hell is up?" Hermione thought.
"Waaaaaaitaaaaaaminuuuuuute." Ok, she wanted to go left. LEFT she said. Not right. What the hell?
After a couple of minutes she got the hang of it, and started soaring in small circles. She didn't think it was safe to come down yet.
She almost heard Harry asking Ron what the hell she was doing up there.
Hermiones POV
I can fly! This is amazing!
I just managed some loop the loops when everything blacked out. Shit.
Dracos POV
She can fly! That's amazing!
Shes doing some loop the loops now. She just slumped down. Well, that means she's unconscious again. Shit.
Shes falling down! Like, five feet at a time! SHIT!
END Dracos POV
Hermione was falling down.
Draco stood up so quickly he knocked his bench-thingy over. He ran out in the middle of the Great Hall and waved his arms frantically under her, trying to predict which way she would fall so he could catch her.
"Stand back Draco" boomed the voice of Dumbledore.
"But-but sir-" Draco stuttered, looking astonished.
"Do as I say" Dumbledore replyed.
Draco stepped back a little, joining the crowd that formed around them.
Hermione floated softly by the the time she was getting to the floor. She landed on her feet, and fell backwards over on the ground.
Draco rushed to her side. She was ghostly white, the color had drained from her.
Draco panicked. He loved her so much, it really hurt to see her like this.
"Kimmi" he whispered.
Whisper came bounding into the Great Hall, sensing something was wrong with her mistress.
When she got there, she took one long look at her, and licked her cheek. Color started to return, but something odd happened.
Her skin was a very pale white, like Dracos, and her haircolor started turning white. She also started to look younger. When she opened her eyes slowly, they where like diamonds. Sparkling grey-blue. She smiled up at Draco, her eyes radiating love. She was beautiful.
Ron and Harry just stared, behind her. When she stood up they rushed to her side.
"Hermionewillyoubemine?!?" they blurted.
Hermione looked at them, with an expression of dismay. he started to back away slowly.
"NO!" She yelled and turned around and ran out of the Great Hall.
"Pothead and Weasel! If you ever dare come near my sister again I'll find some deeply dark curse and perform it on you. PERMANENTLY!" Draco seethed. He turned around and stalked out after his sister. The rest of the Slytherins following.
Hermione was sitting by the lake, crying. Draco rushed to her side.
"Kimmi what's wrong?" he asked.
"I-I'm just-trying to deal with all this. My life's been torn apart in one day. What's happening to me? How do you know about me? How did you know you had a sister? And why do I hurt so much?!"
Draco sighed and told her the story his mum told him.
The sat there talking for the rest of the night. They fell asleep next to each other, but Draco woke when he realized Hermione was sitting up, gasping for her breath.
"He will come at night, as the fourth day passes from the week." She rasped. "He is not alone. He leads his followers, prepared for battle. The houses with thin to stand by his side,as the rooster cries, blood will spill." Hermione gasped a last time and fell down again.
Draco was shocked. She had just made a prophecy! He levitated her to Dumbledores office, and said the password "Sugar quills".
"Headmaster! Kimmi made a prophecy!" he exclaimed.
"I know. Now what do you suppose it means?" He asked in his calm ways.
"Well, he will come at night, as the fourth day passes from the week, so that's Thursday night. But who is he?"
"Voldemort, naturally. Now, he leads his followers, that must mean his Death Eaters. And he's prepared for battle. Hmm, interesting.." Dumbledore rumbled.
"What does she mean by "the houses will thin to stand by his side?" asked Draco
"I am guessing the Death Eater children will leave and fight with him. And as the rooster cries, that means-"
"At sunrise they'll attack" Draco whispered hoarsely.
"We need to get word out to all the teachers as soon as possible. We have to be prepared. Now before we do that I should tell you a thing or two about Hermione. She has powers as you know, but not just any powers. She is a Seer, and can fly, and is a Metamorphosis" said Dumbledore.
"What's a Metamorphosis?" Draco asked curiously.
"A perfect mixture of ying and yang.I believe they use it as a muggle term of speaking as well, though I am not sure what. Anyway, she can change into any animal she wants, though she will always have an imprint of a "K" at her head when she does. Also, her magical abilities: with a wand, she can do more complex spells, and with much more force than anyone else. And she can perform a little bit of wand less magic, it gets better when she practices. Oh, and I believe since you carried her powers for her, you magical abilities are also stronger. You can perform complex spells with more strength and you can fly, but you can only fly when she helps you into the air."
"Wow" Draco breathed.
Everyone had been alerted and were studying spells that could help them, they were only allowed outside theyr dormitories when they needed to go to the library or to theGreat Hall to eat.Draco had told Hermione/kimmi of her powers and she had begun to practice with him.
Hermione had read in a book that she told Draco about;
"Where pure evil is concerned, It cannot die fighting with pure good, for pure good repels off evil. The only possible resisitance is evil and good together. But that isn't enough. They offer physical resistnace, but mental resistance is love. Love for those who have done you no wrong, enough love to sacrifice everything for everyone. "
Draco became pale. He didn't know where she had gotten that book, but he didn't like what it was implying. Hermione though, was confused.
"It's just a pile of rubbish Kimmi, don't you mind it." He told her.
"I suppose so." She said doubtfully.
Thursday night no one could sleep. They were all thinking about the day that awaited them the next morning. Hermione was thinking about the book. What did it mean? Someone help me to understand, she thought. Whisper came up to her, and somehow she became calmer. She also knew now what it meant, but she didn't want to believe it.
How is it? Can you see where Im getting at? I know itz a little crazy, but I find too much description a bit boring.
Hermione was dreaming(AN:again). She was falling, down, down, down, until something pulled at her insides. It felt like her heart was growing a size bigger, and frankly, it hurt.
She was rolling about peacefully, above the stars, under the stars, between the stars.
Hermione always liked flying, even though most people swore she hated it. But what's to hate? The gentle breeze pulling through ones hair? The tickling sensation in ones stomach? Flying was simply un-hatable, for Hermione.
She had a peaceful look on her face, but was still in pain. Still, she was starting to feel complete. Like she hadn't known what it was like to be herself, but it all suddenly came back to her.
She felt powerful. Powerful enough to open her eyes in fact. SO that's what she did.
At first she just saw the sky, and realized she was on her back. Then she somehow managed to turn herself around. She looked down at the Great Hall where people were eating dinner.. "Shit" she said out loud. What if she was gonna fall? How could she be up here? She didn't feel any invisible broom under her. "Shit!" she said again.
"AAAAAAGH!" she screamed. She had just fallen five feet down. Then she stopped in middle air.
All eyes turned on her.
"AAAAAAAAAAGGH!" "I fell 12 feet down. Wait. 12 feet up. UP? What the hell is up?" Hermione thought.
"Waaaaaaitaaaaaaminuuuuuute." Ok, she wanted to go left. LEFT she said. Not right. What the hell?
After a couple of minutes she got the hang of it, and started soaring in small circles. She didn't think it was safe to come down yet.
She almost heard Harry asking Ron what the hell she was doing up there.
Hermiones POV
I can fly! This is amazing!
I just managed some loop the loops when everything blacked out. Shit.
Dracos POV
She can fly! That's amazing!
Shes doing some loop the loops now. She just slumped down. Well, that means she's unconscious again. Shit.
Shes falling down! Like, five feet at a time! SHIT!
END Dracos POV
Hermione was falling down.
Draco stood up so quickly he knocked his bench-thingy over. He ran out in the middle of the Great Hall and waved his arms frantically under her, trying to predict which way she would fall so he could catch her.
"Stand back Draco" boomed the voice of Dumbledore.
"But-but sir-" Draco stuttered, looking astonished.
"Do as I say" Dumbledore replyed.
Draco stepped back a little, joining the crowd that formed around them.
Hermione floated softly by the the time she was getting to the floor. She landed on her feet, and fell backwards over on the ground.
Draco rushed to her side. She was ghostly white, the color had drained from her.
Draco panicked. He loved her so much, it really hurt to see her like this.
"Kimmi" he whispered.
Whisper came bounding into the Great Hall, sensing something was wrong with her mistress.
When she got there, she took one long look at her, and licked her cheek. Color started to return, but something odd happened.
Her skin was a very pale white, like Dracos, and her haircolor started turning white. She also started to look younger. When she opened her eyes slowly, they where like diamonds. Sparkling grey-blue. She smiled up at Draco, her eyes radiating love. She was beautiful.
Ron and Harry just stared, behind her. When she stood up they rushed to her side.
"Hermionewillyoubemine?!?" they blurted.
Hermione looked at them, with an expression of dismay. he started to back away slowly.
"NO!" She yelled and turned around and ran out of the Great Hall.
"Pothead and Weasel! If you ever dare come near my sister again I'll find some deeply dark curse and perform it on you. PERMANENTLY!" Draco seethed. He turned around and stalked out after his sister. The rest of the Slytherins following.
Hermione was sitting by the lake, crying. Draco rushed to her side.
"Kimmi what's wrong?" he asked.
"I-I'm just-trying to deal with all this. My life's been torn apart in one day. What's happening to me? How do you know about me? How did you know you had a sister? And why do I hurt so much?!"
Draco sighed and told her the story his mum told him.
The sat there talking for the rest of the night. They fell asleep next to each other, but Draco woke when he realized Hermione was sitting up, gasping for her breath.
"He will come at night, as the fourth day passes from the week." She rasped. "He is not alone. He leads his followers, prepared for battle. The houses with thin to stand by his side,as the rooster cries, blood will spill." Hermione gasped a last time and fell down again.
Draco was shocked. She had just made a prophecy! He levitated her to Dumbledores office, and said the password "Sugar quills".
"Headmaster! Kimmi made a prophecy!" he exclaimed.
"I know. Now what do you suppose it means?" He asked in his calm ways.
"Well, he will come at night, as the fourth day passes from the week, so that's Thursday night. But who is he?"
"Voldemort, naturally. Now, he leads his followers, that must mean his Death Eaters. And he's prepared for battle. Hmm, interesting.." Dumbledore rumbled.
"What does she mean by "the houses will thin to stand by his side?" asked Draco
"I am guessing the Death Eater children will leave and fight with him. And as the rooster cries, that means-"
"At sunrise they'll attack" Draco whispered hoarsely.
"We need to get word out to all the teachers as soon as possible. We have to be prepared. Now before we do that I should tell you a thing or two about Hermione. She has powers as you know, but not just any powers. She is a Seer, and can fly, and is a Metamorphosis" said Dumbledore.
"What's a Metamorphosis?" Draco asked curiously.
"A perfect mixture of ying and yang.I believe they use it as a muggle term of speaking as well, though I am not sure what. Anyway, she can change into any animal she wants, though she will always have an imprint of a "K" at her head when she does. Also, her magical abilities: with a wand, she can do more complex spells, and with much more force than anyone else. And she can perform a little bit of wand less magic, it gets better when she practices. Oh, and I believe since you carried her powers for her, you magical abilities are also stronger. You can perform complex spells with more strength and you can fly, but you can only fly when she helps you into the air."
"Wow" Draco breathed.
Everyone had been alerted and were studying spells that could help them, they were only allowed outside theyr dormitories when they needed to go to the library or to theGreat Hall to eat.Draco had told Hermione/kimmi of her powers and she had begun to practice with him.
Hermione had read in a book that she told Draco about;
"Where pure evil is concerned, It cannot die fighting with pure good, for pure good repels off evil. The only possible resisitance is evil and good together. But that isn't enough. They offer physical resistnace, but mental resistance is love. Love for those who have done you no wrong, enough love to sacrifice everything for everyone. "
Draco became pale. He didn't know where she had gotten that book, but he didn't like what it was implying. Hermione though, was confused.
"It's just a pile of rubbish Kimmi, don't you mind it." He told her.
"I suppose so." She said doubtfully.
Thursday night no one could sleep. They were all thinking about the day that awaited them the next morning. Hermione was thinking about the book. What did it mean? Someone help me to understand, she thought. Whisper came up to her, and somehow she became calmer. She also knew now what it meant, but she didn't want to believe it.
How is it? Can you see where Im getting at? I know itz a little crazy, but I find too much description a bit boring.