AN 2
The small redhead crept back into Gryffindor tower, unnoticed by a group of overwhelmed first-years. She snaked her way around the Common Room, and tiptoed up the boys' dormitory. She reached the room for the sixth-year's , Harry and Ron's dorm. She chuckled to herself as she opened the door, absent mindedly left unlocked.
"Boys," she said quietly. The room was an absolute mess, she wondered if even the House Elves came in there to clean. It was strewn with food that the boys had obviously stolen from the kitchens at night, and clothes lay on the floor as if a closet would have never crossed their minds. She reached Harry's trunk and started to dig around.
"It has to be in here somewhere..." she started. She dug around more and more and ended up fruitless. "Where would Harry put the damn thing?!" she thought again. She noticed a bedside table and attempted to open it.
Locked.
"Aha! I must have found something good!" she thought. She quietly said "Alohamora" and the drawer popped open. Inside lay what she had been searching for; the Marauder's map, seeming to tempt her to take it from its home in Harry's nightstand. She grabbed it quickly without shutting the drawer and ran down the stairs again.
She exited through the Fat Lady quickly and started off. She noticed where Hermione was immediately on the map; in Dumbledore's office. She jogged up to the Headmasters stairs, cleverly concealed by an eagle statue, and said the password she had heard earlier when Hermione had casually mentioned it. The eagle spun around slowly, and the girl jumped onto the stairs. She arrived at the door and sat down outside beside it. She pulled out a pair of Extendable Ears and applied them to the door. Inside, she heard a young woman's voice and the concerned vocals of an aging man.
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"So you see sir, I really believe that the Pensieve will be able to help Harry cope with some of his pain right now," Hermione said.
"I understand completely, and was contemplating the same myself. No one would love to help the young Mr. Potter as much as I, but I am still hesitant. There is no question that Harry is brave, cunning and able to handle almost anything, but I am still afraid that the Pensieve is too strong of magic. It is very powerful, and if the slightest mistake is made, a memory can be lost forever." Dumbledore stated.
Hermione started again, "I understand as well sir, but what if Harry begins with only small memory, maybe of what he had for desert yesterday, or maybe a bad grade on a Potions essay. He has had plenty of both, surely if /i is missing, it won't make a difference."
"You make a convincing argument Miss. Granger," Dumbledore said matter-of- factly. "I do believe that one such memory shouldn't do too much damage if lost. But, seeing that it was your idea, you must convince the young Mr. Potter to try it. It may prove harder than you imagine it to be."
THUMP! (A/N. My feeble attempt to sound effect, please excuse. .O)
"What was that?!" Hermione said startled. The last thing she needed was another person knowing that she was developing a plan.
"Just young Ginny outside my door eavesdropping. She's heard most of this conversation, those Extendable Ears come in handy eh?" He said, now facing the shut door.
"Oh, come in dear child," the old man said gingerly. "Neither I nor Miss. Granger are upset with your childlike curiosity."
The door creaked open and the youngest Weasley came into the Headmaster's chambers. Hermione noticed her head was hung with shame. Hermione could never be truly upset with Ginny; they had been through too much together. Hermione was usually the only girl for Ginny to talk to during breaks from school, so Ginny trusted her whole heartedly. They often spoke of music, grades and, especially last summer, boys. Boys including Harry Potter. Hermione knew of their 'relationship' and what all had happened. Something inside of her was sincerely sad for the couple that it didn't work out. Something else inside of her was happy, joyous that Harry Potter was available....
"Hermione, Miss. Weasley may be a fine attribute to your plans for Mr. Potter. Both of you are very close to him, and it could be a smart idea to attack the problem at hand with /i minds instead of one." Dumbledore stated, bringing Hermione back down to earth. Ginny nodded her head eagerly, and turned to Hermione. Hermione plastered on a fake smile and nodded as well.
"The more the merrier!" Hermione said, lying convincingly to the girl and old man.
"Now, if you two don't mind, Poppy and I have brunch reservations. I cannot leave her waiting." He said, slightly smiling at the girls.
Dumbledore escorted them both out of his office and the two girls started walking back to the Common room.
"How'd you know where I was?" Hermione asked Ginny.
"Oh, I went and borrowed Harry's map. I figured he's in no mood for adventures, so I may as well pick up the slack!" Ginny said, not noticing the look on Hermione's face.
'She was in /b room! I can't believe that...' Hermione thought, disgusted with the younger girls feeling of freedom going into someone else's dormitory.
Or maybe Hermione just wanted to be in Harry's room....
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Like it? Reviews are appreciated greatly. This chapter is a million times better than the first, in my opinion. I'll try to keep putting up a new chapter every day, or at least every other day. If you notice anything out of sync with the book, don't hesitate to tell me. It has been a while since I read them, and honestly, some FF are so good I get them confused with the real thing. -Jen
P.S. Cliffhangers rock my world .
The small redhead crept back into Gryffindor tower, unnoticed by a group of overwhelmed first-years. She snaked her way around the Common Room, and tiptoed up the boys' dormitory. She reached the room for the sixth-year's , Harry and Ron's dorm. She chuckled to herself as she opened the door, absent mindedly left unlocked.
"Boys," she said quietly. The room was an absolute mess, she wondered if even the House Elves came in there to clean. It was strewn with food that the boys had obviously stolen from the kitchens at night, and clothes lay on the floor as if a closet would have never crossed their minds. She reached Harry's trunk and started to dig around.
"It has to be in here somewhere..." she started. She dug around more and more and ended up fruitless. "Where would Harry put the damn thing?!" she thought again. She noticed a bedside table and attempted to open it.
Locked.
"Aha! I must have found something good!" she thought. She quietly said "Alohamora" and the drawer popped open. Inside lay what she had been searching for; the Marauder's map, seeming to tempt her to take it from its home in Harry's nightstand. She grabbed it quickly without shutting the drawer and ran down the stairs again.
She exited through the Fat Lady quickly and started off. She noticed where Hermione was immediately on the map; in Dumbledore's office. She jogged up to the Headmasters stairs, cleverly concealed by an eagle statue, and said the password she had heard earlier when Hermione had casually mentioned it. The eagle spun around slowly, and the girl jumped onto the stairs. She arrived at the door and sat down outside beside it. She pulled out a pair of Extendable Ears and applied them to the door. Inside, she heard a young woman's voice and the concerned vocals of an aging man.
...............................................................................
"So you see sir, I really believe that the Pensieve will be able to help Harry cope with some of his pain right now," Hermione said.
"I understand completely, and was contemplating the same myself. No one would love to help the young Mr. Potter as much as I, but I am still hesitant. There is no question that Harry is brave, cunning and able to handle almost anything, but I am still afraid that the Pensieve is too strong of magic. It is very powerful, and if the slightest mistake is made, a memory can be lost forever." Dumbledore stated.
Hermione started again, "I understand as well sir, but what if Harry begins with only small memory, maybe of what he had for desert yesterday, or maybe a bad grade on a Potions essay. He has had plenty of both, surely if /i is missing, it won't make a difference."
"You make a convincing argument Miss. Granger," Dumbledore said matter-of- factly. "I do believe that one such memory shouldn't do too much damage if lost. But, seeing that it was your idea, you must convince the young Mr. Potter to try it. It may prove harder than you imagine it to be."
THUMP! (A/N. My feeble attempt to sound effect, please excuse. .O)
"What was that?!" Hermione said startled. The last thing she needed was another person knowing that she was developing a plan.
"Just young Ginny outside my door eavesdropping. She's heard most of this conversation, those Extendable Ears come in handy eh?" He said, now facing the shut door.
"Oh, come in dear child," the old man said gingerly. "Neither I nor Miss. Granger are upset with your childlike curiosity."
The door creaked open and the youngest Weasley came into the Headmaster's chambers. Hermione noticed her head was hung with shame. Hermione could never be truly upset with Ginny; they had been through too much together. Hermione was usually the only girl for Ginny to talk to during breaks from school, so Ginny trusted her whole heartedly. They often spoke of music, grades and, especially last summer, boys. Boys including Harry Potter. Hermione knew of their 'relationship' and what all had happened. Something inside of her was sincerely sad for the couple that it didn't work out. Something else inside of her was happy, joyous that Harry Potter was available....
"Hermione, Miss. Weasley may be a fine attribute to your plans for Mr. Potter. Both of you are very close to him, and it could be a smart idea to attack the problem at hand with /i minds instead of one." Dumbledore stated, bringing Hermione back down to earth. Ginny nodded her head eagerly, and turned to Hermione. Hermione plastered on a fake smile and nodded as well.
"The more the merrier!" Hermione said, lying convincingly to the girl and old man.
"Now, if you two don't mind, Poppy and I have brunch reservations. I cannot leave her waiting." He said, slightly smiling at the girls.
Dumbledore escorted them both out of his office and the two girls started walking back to the Common room.
"How'd you know where I was?" Hermione asked Ginny.
"Oh, I went and borrowed Harry's map. I figured he's in no mood for adventures, so I may as well pick up the slack!" Ginny said, not noticing the look on Hermione's face.
'She was in /b room! I can't believe that...' Hermione thought, disgusted with the younger girls feeling of freedom going into someone else's dormitory.
Or maybe Hermione just wanted to be in Harry's room....
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Like it? Reviews are appreciated greatly. This chapter is a million times better than the first, in my opinion. I'll try to keep putting up a new chapter every day, or at least every other day. If you notice anything out of sync with the book, don't hesitate to tell me. It has been a while since I read them, and honestly, some FF are so good I get them confused with the real thing. -Jen
P.S. Cliffhangers rock my world .