Cyas Sassy
Chapter 3
Harry's heart leapt. He had a phone call. No one ever called him. Okay, Ron did once... but that was a disaster. Thinking about it made Harry laugh. He walked into the house feeling slightly anxious as to who it was.
" Hello?"
" Hi Harry. It's me Hermione."
Harry was surprised. He had really missed Hermione.
" So Hermione.... What have you been doing? Why are you phoning? Is something wrong?" Harry couldn't help it. He was very worried for his friend's safety. He feared that Voldemort would try to kidnap them.
Hermione did not want to tell him about the dreams, but needed some help. " No nothings wrong. I just need your help. My, Mum has been having nightmares lately, and I know that you do divination, and although you probably don't pay attention, I wondered if you could help me. And you've had personal experience."
Harry couldn't help but laugh, " Yes, I will help you. What is the matter with your mum anyway?"
" Well the nightmares she has, she says are very vivid and full of colours, I was going to go to Diagon Alley, and I still am to get a book. I'm very worried."
" Ok well, I have an idea. I am going to Diagon Alley myself, with Ron. You could come with us and get a book, because to be honest I'm not really sure. I can understand colours in dreams.so what colours does she say she sees?"
" Well. there's a lot of red.the blood" Hermione said nervously. She didn't want to give too much away. When Harry thinks something's wrong, he won't give up on you. He was bound to see past her soon.
" Well red.ah right red, Red stands for in this case.wait blood?"
" Yes. Why?"
" Well from Trelawney's ramblings red blood in dreams usually means death, trouble or life. It's kind of serious to dream about blood. Even I don't dream of blood.maybe once or twice. But that was when Voldemort was going to attack." At every word of Harry's last few sentences, Hermione's heart began to beat. She didn't know why she was so bothered. I mean she had only had dreams of different forms of her dying for a week. Nothing to worry about.
" Hermione, are you ok? You've gone quiet?"
" Erm yea Harry.I'm fine. Just fine. Listen I've got to go. See ya Harry. Send me an owl when you decide to go to Diagon Alley."
" Sure thing." With that, she was gone, Harry looked to the phone befopre putting it back, worried.
Hermione, as soon as she had slammed down the receiver, had ran upstairs and put on a coat, picked up her keys, wrote a note to her mum and dad, then left the house.
She knew where she had to go. The Magick Box.
Once while walking through her hometown, Hermione had seen, what looked like a really old wizard shop. She had passed it a few times since starting Hogwarts. She had always wanted to visit it, but had never had the chance. She did not remember exactly where it was, but she would find it. It was at the rough side of the town. She had been warned by many people not to go there. But after spending 4 years with Harry and Ron, she had lost her regard for the rules.
She had been told that there were bad people there . People who good hurt her. This did not worry her either, after having her best friends under attack from the dark lord and having faced danger herself, anything thing there she knew she could handle.
But Could she?