Amor Novus
Hermione Granger sat in the Gryffindor common room, nose buried in a book, just like she did every Saturday morning. She could hardly concentrate, Lavender and Pavarati were buzzing around like bees, obviously excited about the poster that just appeared on the common room bulletin board. Secretly as curious about the new announcement as everyone else, though not about to break from her stoic demeanor, she rose from the comfy chair and glided over to the board. Hermione read the announcement to herself, blocking out the third-year's squeals of delight.
"FEELING ALONE THIS VALENITNE'S DAY? WANT TO GET THE CERTAIN SOMEONE TO FEEL THE SAME WAY? LOOK NO FARTHER THAN 'LOVE ANON'!!! WE'LL HAVE HIM/HER LOVING YOU IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE! CONTACT MADAM BIRCH THROUGH FLOO FOR MORE INFORMATION"
Hermione scoffed.
'Whoever believes this must've had one too many Canary Creams!' she thought to herself. She suddenly noticed that every one of her friends were absent. Instead of hanging around a bunch of second and third years, she went down to lunch.
Hermione left the common room and headed down to the Great Hall. She passed by all the things that were so familiar to her; the portrait of the Fat Lady, the many sets of ever-changing stairs, and finally the great arch that proceeded the Great Hall.
She reached the Gryffindor table and saw her friends Ginny, Ron and Harry. Ginny and Ron were bickering over something stupid, she was sure of it. Harry was staring down at his meal, pushing around his carrots with his fork. He looked more contemplative than usual, and this struck a cord deep down in Hermione. Harry was a lot more stoic and solemn ever since Sirius fell behind the veil. Hermione knew that Harry blamed himself, it was he who led everyone to the Department of Mysteries, he who hadn't taken Occulemency lessons seriously enough to block out Voldemort's visions, he who everyone fussed over constantly. Hermione wished she could take away some of his pain, and then she got a brilliant idea.
Hermione had just set down her numerous volumes on the table when she gathered them up again. She ran out of the Great Hall and out of sight from all of her friends.
"What's with her?" Ginny asked Ron, who in return grunted and returned to his meal.
Ginny then looked over to Harry and noticed his sad demeanor. She sighed as she remembered how he had acted the same way when they dated over the summer. It was only for a few weeks, but Ginny became an outlet for Harry, an outlet to let some of his pain out. They had several late night talks, and even though Harry would never admit it, he cried on Ginny's shoulder many times. She decided to end the façade that they were "dating" soon afterwards; he was obviously too far in mourning to have a mutual relationship of compassion, so they resolved to stay friends.
Ginny moved over next to Harry and put her hand on his shoulder. He looked up to her with those emerald green eyes, once so full of life, but now dulled by an overwhelming melancholy. She bent over to his ear and whispered "It'll all be okay in the end". She got up and gave him a hug. Ginny then proceeded to walk over to Ron and hit him playfully on the back of his head. She ran off out of sight from the two boys.
"Girls." Ron grunted. Harry just nodded in agreement and went back to pushing his carrots around.
Hermione found herself standing in front of a large statue of an eagle.
"Lemon Drop" she said. She jumped onto the stairs of the moving statue. She waited patiently until the stairs paused and jumped off of them. Hermione found herself in front of a large door that had the word 'HEADMASTER' in gold letters. She hesitantly knocked and an old man answered the door.
"Miss. Granger, what a nice surprise. Please, come in." He said.
"Thank you sir, but I really must jump to the point. Excuse my rudeness sir, but do you still have that Pensieve?" Hermione asked.
Dumbledore nodded and stepped to the side, allowing Hermione to enter his office.
"This way, Miss. Granger. I am eager to hear what you have planned..."
Hermione Granger sat in the Gryffindor common room, nose buried in a book, just like she did every Saturday morning. She could hardly concentrate, Lavender and Pavarati were buzzing around like bees, obviously excited about the poster that just appeared on the common room bulletin board. Secretly as curious about the new announcement as everyone else, though not about to break from her stoic demeanor, she rose from the comfy chair and glided over to the board. Hermione read the announcement to herself, blocking out the third-year's squeals of delight.
"FEELING ALONE THIS VALENITNE'S DAY? WANT TO GET THE CERTAIN SOMEONE TO FEEL THE SAME WAY? LOOK NO FARTHER THAN 'LOVE ANON'!!! WE'LL HAVE HIM/HER LOVING YOU IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE! CONTACT MADAM BIRCH THROUGH FLOO FOR MORE INFORMATION"
Hermione scoffed.
'Whoever believes this must've had one too many Canary Creams!' she thought to herself. She suddenly noticed that every one of her friends were absent. Instead of hanging around a bunch of second and third years, she went down to lunch.
Hermione left the common room and headed down to the Great Hall. She passed by all the things that were so familiar to her; the portrait of the Fat Lady, the many sets of ever-changing stairs, and finally the great arch that proceeded the Great Hall.
She reached the Gryffindor table and saw her friends Ginny, Ron and Harry. Ginny and Ron were bickering over something stupid, she was sure of it. Harry was staring down at his meal, pushing around his carrots with his fork. He looked more contemplative than usual, and this struck a cord deep down in Hermione. Harry was a lot more stoic and solemn ever since Sirius fell behind the veil. Hermione knew that Harry blamed himself, it was he who led everyone to the Department of Mysteries, he who hadn't taken Occulemency lessons seriously enough to block out Voldemort's visions, he who everyone fussed over constantly. Hermione wished she could take away some of his pain, and then she got a brilliant idea.
Hermione had just set down her numerous volumes on the table when she gathered them up again. She ran out of the Great Hall and out of sight from all of her friends.
"What's with her?" Ginny asked Ron, who in return grunted and returned to his meal.
Ginny then looked over to Harry and noticed his sad demeanor. She sighed as she remembered how he had acted the same way when they dated over the summer. It was only for a few weeks, but Ginny became an outlet for Harry, an outlet to let some of his pain out. They had several late night talks, and even though Harry would never admit it, he cried on Ginny's shoulder many times. She decided to end the façade that they were "dating" soon afterwards; he was obviously too far in mourning to have a mutual relationship of compassion, so they resolved to stay friends.
Ginny moved over next to Harry and put her hand on his shoulder. He looked up to her with those emerald green eyes, once so full of life, but now dulled by an overwhelming melancholy. She bent over to his ear and whispered "It'll all be okay in the end". She got up and gave him a hug. Ginny then proceeded to walk over to Ron and hit him playfully on the back of his head. She ran off out of sight from the two boys.
"Girls." Ron grunted. Harry just nodded in agreement and went back to pushing his carrots around.
Hermione found herself standing in front of a large statue of an eagle.
"Lemon Drop" she said. She jumped onto the stairs of the moving statue. She waited patiently until the stairs paused and jumped off of them. Hermione found herself in front of a large door that had the word 'HEADMASTER' in gold letters. She hesitantly knocked and an old man answered the door.
"Miss. Granger, what a nice surprise. Please, come in." He said.
"Thank you sir, but I really must jump to the point. Excuse my rudeness sir, but do you still have that Pensieve?" Hermione asked.
Dumbledore nodded and stepped to the side, allowing Hermione to enter his office.
"This way, Miss. Granger. I am eager to hear what you have planned..."