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Chapter 4: Written with a quill, sealed with a wishThe Goddess took out her wand and muttered something, in a blink of an eye; a bottle of ink, two quills, and two rolls of parchment were floating in midair in front of Harry and Hermione.
"You are to confide your problem, and ask your question, to the paper. Meaning that you write upon the paper any ONE thing that is troubling you. You can write as much as you want, as long as you leave some space for writing your question. Unfortunately, this parchment is different from ordinary parchment, and is hard to get, so you will not be given a second piece if you run out of space or mess up your parchment...understood?" the Goddess explained, and upon seeing their stunned faces, she softened. "I'm sorry for making this sound like an exam...but hey! It's once in a lifetime...you don't want to mess it up do you...okay then, enough of me babbling...the well's ready, when you are!" she finished off.
Both Harry and Hermione wasted no time at all. They picked up the quills, dipped them in the bottle of black ink they shared, and started scribbling away...
Umm...argh, how should I start?...maybe I'll address the well politely first...Hermione spent some time wondering how to start, she wrote down the sentences as she formed them as thoughts in her head...
Dear well, I have this problem. It may not seem like a very big problem, in fact, it seems quite silly...but it has been troubling me for quite some time now. My grades have been dropping tremendously, which shocked me quite badly as I'm a perfect A student. I find my thoughts straying very frequently to this guy I treat as a brother—Harry Potter. I've known him for about six years now, and I'm beginning to feel for him THAT way since the beginning of seventh year...since he broke up with his last girlfriend...since I helped him pull himself up from his last break-up. It all seems so awkward, but I have a feeling that he's for me. I know him inside out. We talk about practically everything...but I'm not sure if he feels the same way for me...I'm quite positive, but I'm not sure...he did mention he likes someone, but I dunno if it's me...also, I'm afraid to commit as I'm not very much encouraged to date right now. My question is—is Harry the one for me? Signed, Hermione.
Hermione read over what she has written, and was pretty satisfied with it. She looked over at Harry, who seemed to be finishing off too.
Harry signed off, and re-read all that he's written. Okay, since I'm doing this, I might as well do it whole-heartedly.
I haven't told this to anyone, but I'm hoping that you'll listen to my problem...it may not seem like a big deal...it actually makes me sound stupid, like it's the first time I like someone, but I have a feeling this person will make a big difference in my life. I admit, I enjoy Hermione's company; my heart flutters a bit when she's around, but it feels weird. For six whole years, I've been treating her as a teacher, a good friend, and most importantly, a sister. But ever since she was so caring after I broke up with Lavender, so understanding, so willing to listen to me pour my heart out, I felt different towards her. I look at her as someone who thinks the same way as me, as someone who has feelings (recently, she told me she has a crush on someone). Talking about that, when she told me she liked someone, the first thought that came into my mind was 'is it me?'...Isn't that weird, I'm not meant to think that way! She's my sister...but I guess, I do like her a lot...not as a sister...but as something else. My question is—Do I really...love Hermione? Signed, Harry.
Smiling at the effort he put into this writing, Harry silently congratulated himself for confessing what he had been hiding from himself for the past few weeks. He looked over at Hermione, and realized she had already finished, well, that's what it seems like, as her parchment and quill has disappeared.
"Harry, you done?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah...where's your parchment?" Harry looked a bit lost, holding his parchment, not knowing what to do next.
"Roll your parchment up, and tie it with this ribbon," a yellow ribbon appeared in front of Harry, "the put it in the well...just the parchment, return the quill to me." the Goddess instructed.
Harry leaned over the well, dropped his parchment in, and watched it sink to the very bottom (it wasn't a very deep well, at least shallow enough to see the bottom). He noticed that there were many other parchments at the bottom of the well. They were all tied with different colored ribbons—yellow, orange, red, maroon, and purple. The parchments tied with a purple colored ribbons had objects (every parchment has different objects) tied onto them. Harry thought over it, but got nowhere. He was about to open his mouth to ask about it when...
"Why are the parchments tied with different colored ribbons?" Hermione beat Harry to asking the question. Apparently, she knew that's what he was thinking, for she gave him a knowing glance followed by a wink.
"All parchments which have just been put in are tied with a yellow ribbon, meaning that it's a new parchment. Once the contents of the parchment have been read through by the well (with the help of me), the ribbon will turn orange. When there is progress in the content...like, when the problem is being solved, getting better, the ribbon will turn red. Lastly, the ribbon turns a shade of maroon when the problem is completely solved, and a written answer is given by the well...oh yuh! And in some cases, though it's rare, but in some cases, the ribbon will turn purple. As you can see, the ones with the purple ribbon has objects tied on to them. Those are the oldest parchments, which have been placed for quite some time. It's hard to explain, but the objects, they are relevant to the contents of the parchment...you will know which is yours...if it's there, when the time is right...you may not get me now. But in future, you will." the Goddess explained. She knew it was confusing, but the people who had visited the well, after they got their answer, they sort of knew what it meant, and they were satisfied.
"So...when do we come back?" asked Harry. "Come back when you feel you need help. Trust your instincts, you'll know when the time is right..." said the Goddess, her voice fainting towards the last sentence. With that, she faded, and vanished into thin air.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other with a puzzled look. Hermione gave one final look around the room, shrugged, took hold of Harry's hand, and looked at his watch.
"It's way past twelve now..." Hermione began.
"...well, I guess we should be heading back now." Harry finished off Hermione's sentence without even a moment's pause and gave a small smile. Sometimes he wondered if they were telepathic.
Hermione returned his smile and walked towards the door. Wow...that was one amazing night.
A/N: Haha, ok, I admit, the letter to the well was a bit lame, I had planned to write more, more detail, but thought that it would be too long- winded, hopefully you guys do get how the both of them felt about each other...it's not just some stupid puppy love (you got that right?). Anyway, I probably wouldn't be updating for another few weeks. It's the school holidays now and I'm visiting another country...woohoo! Yup...please keep reviewing...there's more to come!