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Chapter 5
Hermione now moved towards the newly polished table, in the rustic looking dining room. This room represented her mum's obsession with the medieval times. Although Hermione did share her mum's interest, she was not as obsessed, and she did not like the old pendant that her mum had hung from a hook on the wall. It seemed-too unreal. The pendant was oval with an orange coloured stone in it, which she had always believed to be one of those Austrian crystals. She had heard about them from her mum's ramblings. In the crystal was a small object, which Hermione shamed herself for not noticing before. As she approached the crystal, she saw that the small, disguised object was in fact a small petit eye. Hermiones heart was pounding. She had forgotten about that day and was now reaching out to touch the stone, hoping the eye was merely a decoration. With her hand clasped around the crystal, she pulled it too herself, then shaking, she walked back to her seat next to the table.
Looking at it she saw that it did not fit the rest of the decorations, the old wooden panels that covered the wall, the old wooden flooring, that gave the worn effect, the old rustic furniture, most made to look worn, and then this, a pendant the looked like it should belong too the Ancient Egyptians or the Aztecs, or some other ancient culture. Deciding to get a closer look at the eye, she got out her sensor glass that she had bought in Diagon Alley last year. It could be used to see how people are feeling by looking through it, or you could see any damage a person has suffered, even that person has completely healed, but you could also use in Herbology or Potions, to look at small ingredients, but it could be used for this too.she hoped.
Putting the glass at least 5cm away from where the eye was imbedded in the crystal, she gazed through the glass. Suddenly the eye began to glow. This not only scared her but also in a way intrigued her. She looked again, only to see that to her surprise, it had gone. Pulling back in amazement, she noticed the Grandfather clock in the corner of the room.
" 12:30?" Hermiones parents had gone at 10:30. She had only been one hour. But the clock had not even struck 12. Well her parents would not be back till late, figuring she had better stop worrying and relax; she walked into her comfy living room. When there she pulled out the two books from her bag, which she had dumped as soon as she had gotten in, due to the weight of it. Noticing that all her bruises were beginning to disappear, she opened the first of the two books. The first book she had read most of in the store, so turned to the page that she had not read, and began reading.
After 3 hours of reading, she had learnt nothing of her dreams, she had read the first book and was well into the second. It was no good, nothing. Walking into the kitchen for a snack then back had given her the chance to stretch her legs. Sitting down again she decided to do her homework. Getting back up, she ran too her room. The sudden activity had made her dizzy, or was it all that reading.
She did not have time to think on the matter. Before she had a chance to, she was falling around the front room. Finallycollapsing to the ground.
You are she, the chosen one. Don't hide from it. They will come-they will come- be prepared. Fight. Either way they are coming. Coming for you. Always her, always her. Go find them before they find you, or your family and friends. They attack you before you are ready for it. Always her, always.
Waking up Hermione realised that she had been unconscious for over 1 hour, bringing the time to 4:30. She had till 9:00 before her parents came home. Picking herself up from the room floor, she brushed herbushybrown hair from her face. Slowly moving in the direction of the mirror, she pulled a bobble of her wrist and put up her hair.
" Hmm. defiantly an improvement", smiling too herself, she suddenly remembered the voice. Thinking it over in her head, she began to walk to the bathroom, and began to run the bath.
That night she had fallen asleep without the help of reading. She had fallen asleep before her parents had gotten back. Looking at her brand new bedside table, to the clock she realised that she had overslept.
After getting showered and dressed, she sleepily walked downstairs.
"Mum? Dad?" No reply. " MUM? DAD?" Still, no reply. Walking further into the kitchen, she noted that nothing had been touched. Beginning to worry she hurried into the hallway, and pressed recall on her answer machine.
" You have two messages" Hermione quickly pressed recall again.
" Hello dear, this is your mum and dad. We are at a Hotel, in.. well. The car broke down, and then your dad bumped into some old friends, and we decided to stay with them a little bit. We've gotten you a babysitter though. See you soon. Love you..."
Hermionecouldn't helped butworry overtheir strange behaviour.That was totally out of character for her parents.
" Second message is.... Hello, I'm the woman from the Magick box. I would like to see you about important matters, as soon as possible. Please, when you have time come back to the Shop. I will be waiting."
Hermione had been walking to the window when the second message was played. She quickly turned around.
" What?" Hermione shrieked confused."How did they get my number?"
Just on queue the doorbell rung. Hermione figuring that this was the babysitter made herself more presentable. Slowly opening the door, to her surprise she saw the last person she expected to see.
" Professor Lupin? What are you doing here?"
" Well I'm your new babysitter of course." Replied Lupin with a smile on his face.
" You're what? How come?"
" Well with Voldemort back, I was assigned to look after you. Sirius is looking after Harry and Ron and the rest of the Weasleys, at the Burrow."
Hermione was half speechless, half overjoyed. " Come in!" She directed opening the door some more to let him past.
Hermione could see the worry in Lupin's face. He had bags under his eyes. It was obvious that he ad not slept in days. She led him into the kitchen where she made him some tea and a sandwich. Worrying about his health Hermione gave him some chocolate.
Hermione had a great afternoon with Lupin. They had done allsorts. He was staying in the house that had been for sale, for 3 months across the road, which was helpful.
" So when do I get to see Harry and Ron?"
" Well whenever. If you ask your mum and dad you can go when you want to." Hermiones face lit up.
" I'll go ask" Hermione walked into the hall. With all the commotion she had forgotten about the message from the shop owner, the pendant and her dreams. She would leave the dreams, and the pendant, but she wanted to visit the shop owner. The message had been urgent. It was strange how she felt she had to be there...
She waited for the professor to go, then snuck on a pair of black trousers and a red top, with a black jacket to keep her warm. Making sure that the Professor could not see her, she opened the door and watched him go to his own house. She only hoped that the lady would still be there.waiting.
As soon as Lupin was gone, she walked out of the house locked the door, then walked slowly down the road. She thought that she would find it difficult to walk such a long distance. She kept on walking, through the desolate streets of the town. The streets were quiet yet crammed with people, most sleeping. Scared of waking anyone she tiptoed past the sleeping, and the people who were not. Eventually she reached her destination. Slowly she opened the door to the Magick Box.
Yet again the strong smell of incense, overwhelmed her. She walked forward to see what she thought to be something moving in the storeroom. She knew that she had gotten the attention of the woman as she withdrew herself to her full height, then turned slowly, to see the young girl she had read the palm of around noon yesterday.
" Hello. I see that your curiosity has brought you too me"
" Yes. Your message? I want to know what you have to say."
" Well I have been searching for you for a long time." Hermione turned to see the man she had seen before.
" This is my brother, Merick"
" Hi. What do you mean you've been searching for me for a long time?"
" Well you are from a long line of girls chosen to fight."
" Chosen?"
" Yes. In every generation there is a chosen one, She alone must stand against the Vampire, Demons and the forces of darkness, She is the slayer. You are the slayer."
" OK.. Time out. You are telling me, that I have been chosen to fight evil? And that, I'm a slayer. Well it was nice talking too you but this is the part when I leave." Hermione turned to walk away, but stopped.
After going to Hogwarts, she had learnt that anything is possible, and that vampires do exist, along with other mythical creatures. Yet she was told that they couldn't be killed, well with magick at least. Hermione turned round perplexed.
" What would I have to do then?"