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selling the 6th book.
A/N: You guys and your reviews are so helpful. Keep reviewing to keep the author happy.
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"Where've you been?!" an indignant Harry grilled Hermione as she walked into the common room.
"The library, gosh." Harry had hardly noticed her absence the past few days, but apparently he had just dumped that Elizabeth chick. 'He must be bored.'
"Sorry," Harry really did feel bad. He hadn't meant to make her angry. "It's just that I've been waiting for you to get back for nearly an hour."
"Did it ever occur to you to look in the library? It's not like it isn't an obvious place." Harry was one of those people who was incredible intelligent, but was lacking in common sense quite often.
"I already said I was sorry." Harry felt bad.
"I know, I'm sorry too." His stupid puppy eyes never failed to work.
"Watcha been doin?" Harry asked, vaguely curious.
"Oh, ya know... just ... stuff." She was going to tell him about Malfoy, but thought better of it. 'I'll tell him later.'
"Wanna go see what Ginny and Ron are up too?"
Hermione right away agreed.
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Draco was having a hard time keeping out of the questioning claws of Pansy. She had already found out that he had been smiling about a girl the other day, it was only a matter of time before she found out who.
Why did it even bother him to tell her about Hermione? It was all part of his plan, right?
Speaking of his plan, he needed to work on it a bit more....
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Hermione was bored out of her mind. There was absolutely nothing to do. Harry was off with Ginny. (Boy did Ron and Harry get in a row over this one. They've stopped talking to each other.) Ron (her other best friend) was with Lavender (her only girl friend, besides Ginny) and Hermione was left alone.
She thought about her summer. What a time she had had. Her and her parents had gone touring through all the countries of Europe. She had especially loved Romania. It had such a superstitious aura. And she had even seen some real life gypsies! That had made her happier than anyone could ever know. Who would think that Hermione - divinations hating Hermione - would be excited to see gypsies?
There had been a certain one there that stuck in Hermione's brain. Her name had been Vadoma. She lived a distance away from the rest of the gypsies because they considered her Marhime (unclean). She had had a child out of wedlock. Even worse, it had been to an English man, and not a gypsy.
Hermione had felt terrible for that woman. She had had her child taken away from her. She never said whom had taken it and Hermione had been too enthralled by the story to ask.
'I wish I could talk to her right now.' The woman had seemed so alone, just like Hermione. Her parents were being entertained by a group of gypsies that did little tricks and such for extra money. Hermione had seen Vadoma across the stream. She had been staring intently at Hermione for quite some time. She had known that it was not good to talk to strangers, especially in a foreign country, but Vadoma had caught her eye. She looked very young, and while Hermione did not know her exact age, sensed that she was not as young as she appeared.
Hermione had gone to the gypsy camp to see Vadoma every day they were in Romania after that. She had taught Hermione many things. The gypsies had powerful and dangerous magic. Vadoma had even taught Hermione some dark magic. This had scared Hermione until she had gotten used to using it. There was such a surge of power when she had used the dark magic.
There was a strange thing about Vadoma, and about the gypsies, period. Centuries ago they had found how to isolate the magik within themselves. This allowed them to practice their magik without a wand. It was not the same thing as normal magic, this wandless magik. Since the magik came from within that person, spells had different effects. Two gypsies could perform the same spell, but the results of this spell would be slightly diverse.
'Maybe I'll practice what Vadoma taught me...' and with that she got off of her bed and headed toward the forbidden forest, so as not to be disturbed.
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Draco was surprised to hear someone coming his way. No one ever came into the forbidden forest, because...well...it was forbidden. Even Draco tended to stay away from it, ever since his detention when he was a first year.
But today he had just wanted to get away from everyone. So he came and sat in a tree at the edge of the forest. It was always the same tree and no one had ever come near it before.
'I wonder if I can get someone in trouble' he thought. But he'd have to be careful about it since he may have to admit that he'd been in the forest as well.
He peered down through the branches of his lofty perch to see none other than the infamous fuzzy headed Granger walk into the clearing. She took out her wand and performed a few spells he'd read only in books, and a bit of dark-magic he knew. He was taken aback when he saw her perform the dark spells. He never thought Granger would dabble in Dark Magic.
Then, to his utter astonishment, she put away her wand and performed a spell without it! He was in awe of this accomplishment. He had only read about this in the darkest and oldest of books, and he had yet to master the art. He sat there in utter amazement until he felt something hot graze his flesh, and realized it had come from the spot Hermione had been in not two seconds ago.
Wait, where had she gone?
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A/N: Enough of a cliff hanger for ya? Evil Laughter I've been working on this chapter for hours, so I hope you like it. Please review!
All of the gypsy info came Go check it out. Knowledge of gypsies may prove useful in the rest of the story!
A/N: You guys and your reviews are so helpful. Keep reviewing to keep the author happy.
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"Where've you been?!" an indignant Harry grilled Hermione as she walked into the common room.
"The library, gosh." Harry had hardly noticed her absence the past few days, but apparently he had just dumped that Elizabeth chick. 'He must be bored.'
"Sorry," Harry really did feel bad. He hadn't meant to make her angry. "It's just that I've been waiting for you to get back for nearly an hour."
"Did it ever occur to you to look in the library? It's not like it isn't an obvious place." Harry was one of those people who was incredible intelligent, but was lacking in common sense quite often.
"I already said I was sorry." Harry felt bad.
"I know, I'm sorry too." His stupid puppy eyes never failed to work.
"Watcha been doin?" Harry asked, vaguely curious.
"Oh, ya know... just ... stuff." She was going to tell him about Malfoy, but thought better of it. 'I'll tell him later.'
"Wanna go see what Ginny and Ron are up too?"
Hermione right away agreed.
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Draco was having a hard time keeping out of the questioning claws of Pansy. She had already found out that he had been smiling about a girl the other day, it was only a matter of time before she found out who.
Why did it even bother him to tell her about Hermione? It was all part of his plan, right?
Speaking of his plan, he needed to work on it a bit more....
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Hermione was bored out of her mind. There was absolutely nothing to do. Harry was off with Ginny. (Boy did Ron and Harry get in a row over this one. They've stopped talking to each other.) Ron (her other best friend) was with Lavender (her only girl friend, besides Ginny) and Hermione was left alone.
She thought about her summer. What a time she had had. Her and her parents had gone touring through all the countries of Europe. She had especially loved Romania. It had such a superstitious aura. And she had even seen some real life gypsies! That had made her happier than anyone could ever know. Who would think that Hermione - divinations hating Hermione - would be excited to see gypsies?
There had been a certain one there that stuck in Hermione's brain. Her name had been Vadoma. She lived a distance away from the rest of the gypsies because they considered her Marhime (unclean). She had had a child out of wedlock. Even worse, it had been to an English man, and not a gypsy.
Hermione had felt terrible for that woman. She had had her child taken away from her. She never said whom had taken it and Hermione had been too enthralled by the story to ask.
'I wish I could talk to her right now.' The woman had seemed so alone, just like Hermione. Her parents were being entertained by a group of gypsies that did little tricks and such for extra money. Hermione had seen Vadoma across the stream. She had been staring intently at Hermione for quite some time. She had known that it was not good to talk to strangers, especially in a foreign country, but Vadoma had caught her eye. She looked very young, and while Hermione did not know her exact age, sensed that she was not as young as she appeared.
Hermione had gone to the gypsy camp to see Vadoma every day they were in Romania after that. She had taught Hermione many things. The gypsies had powerful and dangerous magic. Vadoma had even taught Hermione some dark magic. This had scared Hermione until she had gotten used to using it. There was such a surge of power when she had used the dark magic.
There was a strange thing about Vadoma, and about the gypsies, period. Centuries ago they had found how to isolate the magik within themselves. This allowed them to practice their magik without a wand. It was not the same thing as normal magic, this wandless magik. Since the magik came from within that person, spells had different effects. Two gypsies could perform the same spell, but the results of this spell would be slightly diverse.
'Maybe I'll practice what Vadoma taught me...' and with that she got off of her bed and headed toward the forbidden forest, so as not to be disturbed.
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Draco was surprised to hear someone coming his way. No one ever came into the forbidden forest, because...well...it was forbidden. Even Draco tended to stay away from it, ever since his detention when he was a first year.
But today he had just wanted to get away from everyone. So he came and sat in a tree at the edge of the forest. It was always the same tree and no one had ever come near it before.
'I wonder if I can get someone in trouble' he thought. But he'd have to be careful about it since he may have to admit that he'd been in the forest as well.
He peered down through the branches of his lofty perch to see none other than the infamous fuzzy headed Granger walk into the clearing. She took out her wand and performed a few spells he'd read only in books, and a bit of dark-magic he knew. He was taken aback when he saw her perform the dark spells. He never thought Granger would dabble in Dark Magic.
Then, to his utter astonishment, she put away her wand and performed a spell without it! He was in awe of this accomplishment. He had only read about this in the darkest and oldest of books, and he had yet to master the art. He sat there in utter amazement until he felt something hot graze his flesh, and realized it had come from the spot Hermione had been in not two seconds ago.
Wait, where had she gone?
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A/N: Enough of a cliff hanger for ya? Evil Laughter I've been working on this chapter for hours, so I hope you like it. Please review!
All of the gypsy info came Go check it out. Knowledge of gypsies may prove useful in the rest of the story!