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No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That is quite a lot... Please enjoy.
18- Warning
The rest of the classes and days were ordinary for Mona. She especially loved classes with Tonks, her Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher, which she took with the Ravenclaws. They were a very nice group, especially Padma, Parvati's sister. On her third day, Mona went down to breakfast with Lavendar and Parvati as usual. Again, they sat down across from Harry, Ron, and Hermione, though Hermione didn't seem too happy about it. Halfway through eating, Mona felt the blessed wind and heard the sound of the chirping and flapping of owls. 'Owls'll be here in a minute,' she said mostly to herself, but Hermione heard and looked at her disgustedly. 'I thought you were going to be an auror, not a seer,' Hermione told Mona bitterly. 'There's nothing wrong with being a seer, Hermione,' Lavendar said angrily. 'Just because you walked out of class, it doesn't mean we all should drop out.' 'I didn't say that,' Hermione said defending herself, 'It's just that Mona here, shouldn't make up things like owl... owls,' Just that moment owls started soaring down to deliver mail. 'are... coming,' she continued slowly. Everyone looked up happily to take their mail from their owls. A shockingly beautiful white one with nothing in its claws landed beside Harry, only to nip his cheek and steal his food. 'Hey, Hedwig,' Harry laughed. Mona, of course, didn't expect anything for herself. She tilted her head upwards and looked as the last owl left the Great Hall. But, that was weird, she could still hear one coming... it seemed to be in anguish. Then, she saw it. A dark brown owl zoomed around the hall in a flurry of feathers. It seemed to desperately want to get rid of what it was holding, an abnormally large red howler. Finally from a large height, it dropped the letter into the air and flew away. The whole Great Hall quieted as the letter slowly drifted down. About fifteen feet from the ground, it stopped and burst into flame, 'The Dark Lord is back. No one is safe. Hogwarts beware!' shrieked the message. There were a few gasps, but overall the students quieted and looked to Dumbledore for instruction. However, the students saw something they didn't expect. 'Can you please pass the butter Minerva,' Dumbledore said taking the butter from Professor Mc Gonigal. 'Yes, now where were we? I really don't think that he should have won Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award...' If Dumbledore was talking about Witch Weekly, then there was definitely nothing to worry about. Teachers took their cue from him and started friendly conversations, and soon the Great Hall was just about as normal as you could get after a message like that.
19- Later
'I know it; Dumbledore's worried,' said Harry, 'He never ignores anything, not even our smallest problems. How come he ignored this letter?' 'That's not what I'm worried about,' said Hermione, 'we're safe with Dumbledore and all the Professor's. What I'm worried about is how Mona knew about the owl's coming.' 'Hermione,' said Ron, exasperatedly, 'how can you be worrying about that? It's not even important!' 'Oh, but I think it's more important than we all think. It's not normal to here something that's two minutes off. It's not even human!' said Hermione quickly. 'Wait, maybe she didn't here it, maybe she knew the owl's were coming... and she knew that whoever sent that howler was going to send it!' 'Hermione!' Harry interrupted, 'You're always assuming something like this happens.' 'Well, how about last year. Remember, when I told you about Voldemort's plan,' she reminded him. 'Hey,' said Ron, 'don't remind him of stuff that involves Sirius, al right? Now, come on, just cool it. Maybe, we can take a walk later,' said Ron smiling mischievously. 'Ron, stop it,' said Hermione. 'Whenever I talk about something serious you guys get all... unserious. I'm telling you, whatever she's hiding... I'll find out.' And with that, Hermione walked away to her next class.
20- Weekends
It was an average weekend in the Gryffindor common room. Everyone had just finished classes and was finishing homework since it was a Friday. 'Grrr...' said Ron. 'How come you finish so fast, Mona? I've still got Transfiguration homework. Hey, will you pleeeeease help me?' 'Ummm...' Mona acted like she was considering, 'No.' 'Ahh, come on, Mona. Pwweeese?' begged Ron. 'Hey, I worked hard and finished; it's your turn,' said Mona happily. 'Hmph,' said Ron, 'Fine, Harry...' Harry shook his head as he continued to write his Defense Against the Dark Arts Essay, 'Hermione... you're my only hope,' and Ron put on such good puppy eyes that Hermione just had to smile and help him. Mona resumed her daydreaming on the couch in front of the fire. She continued to pet her purring cat, Zara. The fire flickered and burned... burned just like that memory burned inside of her. 'Listen, just go; don't look back!' He turned to her mother, 'You go with her!' 'No, I can't leave you!' she shouted back.
'I should have stayed, like mom.' Mona thought miserably. Her hand had gone to her necklace and she started to twirl it on her finger. Her thoughts started to race through her head.
Her best friend... running... with her baby in her arms... She heard the last sound she would ever hear her parents make, their screams.
A tear ran down Mona's cheek. She thought she could hear someone speaking to her... but that was in the background. Suddenly, there was something more...
'Where is she,' shrieked a high voice. 'Where is the girl... find her... FIND HER!!!' That livid scream would stay with her forever.
'Mona... MONA!' someone was shaking her... She was back... her eyes were focused... Harry was shaking her... 'Are you okay?' he said, obviously worried, 'You were crying and muttering... take your hand away from your necklace. You'll rip it off,' and Harry tried to pull her hand away. 'No,' she whispered looking straight into Harry's eyes. 'No,' and another tear ran down her cheek. Voldemort had tried to kill her. What had he wanted that had forced him to destroy a whole camp, her whole family? Suddenly, she got up. There was one person at Hogwarts left who just might know.
Snape
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That is quite a lot... Please enjoy.
18- Warning
The rest of the classes and days were ordinary for Mona. She especially loved classes with Tonks, her Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher, which she took with the Ravenclaws. They were a very nice group, especially Padma, Parvati's sister. On her third day, Mona went down to breakfast with Lavendar and Parvati as usual. Again, they sat down across from Harry, Ron, and Hermione, though Hermione didn't seem too happy about it. Halfway through eating, Mona felt the blessed wind and heard the sound of the chirping and flapping of owls. 'Owls'll be here in a minute,' she said mostly to herself, but Hermione heard and looked at her disgustedly. 'I thought you were going to be an auror, not a seer,' Hermione told Mona bitterly. 'There's nothing wrong with being a seer, Hermione,' Lavendar said angrily. 'Just because you walked out of class, it doesn't mean we all should drop out.' 'I didn't say that,' Hermione said defending herself, 'It's just that Mona here, shouldn't make up things like owl... owls,' Just that moment owls started soaring down to deliver mail. 'are... coming,' she continued slowly. Everyone looked up happily to take their mail from their owls. A shockingly beautiful white one with nothing in its claws landed beside Harry, only to nip his cheek and steal his food. 'Hey, Hedwig,' Harry laughed. Mona, of course, didn't expect anything for herself. She tilted her head upwards and looked as the last owl left the Great Hall. But, that was weird, she could still hear one coming... it seemed to be in anguish. Then, she saw it. A dark brown owl zoomed around the hall in a flurry of feathers. It seemed to desperately want to get rid of what it was holding, an abnormally large red howler. Finally from a large height, it dropped the letter into the air and flew away. The whole Great Hall quieted as the letter slowly drifted down. About fifteen feet from the ground, it stopped and burst into flame, 'The Dark Lord is back. No one is safe. Hogwarts beware!' shrieked the message. There were a few gasps, but overall the students quieted and looked to Dumbledore for instruction. However, the students saw something they didn't expect. 'Can you please pass the butter Minerva,' Dumbledore said taking the butter from Professor Mc Gonigal. 'Yes, now where were we? I really don't think that he should have won Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award...' If Dumbledore was talking about Witch Weekly, then there was definitely nothing to worry about. Teachers took their cue from him and started friendly conversations, and soon the Great Hall was just about as normal as you could get after a message like that.
19- Later
'I know it; Dumbledore's worried,' said Harry, 'He never ignores anything, not even our smallest problems. How come he ignored this letter?' 'That's not what I'm worried about,' said Hermione, 'we're safe with Dumbledore and all the Professor's. What I'm worried about is how Mona knew about the owl's coming.' 'Hermione,' said Ron, exasperatedly, 'how can you be worrying about that? It's not even important!' 'Oh, but I think it's more important than we all think. It's not normal to here something that's two minutes off. It's not even human!' said Hermione quickly. 'Wait, maybe she didn't here it, maybe she knew the owl's were coming... and she knew that whoever sent that howler was going to send it!' 'Hermione!' Harry interrupted, 'You're always assuming something like this happens.' 'Well, how about last year. Remember, when I told you about Voldemort's plan,' she reminded him. 'Hey,' said Ron, 'don't remind him of stuff that involves Sirius, al right? Now, come on, just cool it. Maybe, we can take a walk later,' said Ron smiling mischievously. 'Ron, stop it,' said Hermione. 'Whenever I talk about something serious you guys get all... unserious. I'm telling you, whatever she's hiding... I'll find out.' And with that, Hermione walked away to her next class.
20- Weekends
It was an average weekend in the Gryffindor common room. Everyone had just finished classes and was finishing homework since it was a Friday. 'Grrr...' said Ron. 'How come you finish so fast, Mona? I've still got Transfiguration homework. Hey, will you pleeeeease help me?' 'Ummm...' Mona acted like she was considering, 'No.' 'Ahh, come on, Mona. Pwweeese?' begged Ron. 'Hey, I worked hard and finished; it's your turn,' said Mona happily. 'Hmph,' said Ron, 'Fine, Harry...' Harry shook his head as he continued to write his Defense Against the Dark Arts Essay, 'Hermione... you're my only hope,' and Ron put on such good puppy eyes that Hermione just had to smile and help him. Mona resumed her daydreaming on the couch in front of the fire. She continued to pet her purring cat, Zara. The fire flickered and burned... burned just like that memory burned inside of her. 'Listen, just go; don't look back!' He turned to her mother, 'You go with her!' 'No, I can't leave you!' she shouted back.
'I should have stayed, like mom.' Mona thought miserably. Her hand had gone to her necklace and she started to twirl it on her finger. Her thoughts started to race through her head.
Her best friend... running... with her baby in her arms... She heard the last sound she would ever hear her parents make, their screams.
A tear ran down Mona's cheek. She thought she could hear someone speaking to her... but that was in the background. Suddenly, there was something more...
'Where is she,' shrieked a high voice. 'Where is the girl... find her... FIND HER!!!' That livid scream would stay with her forever.
'Mona... MONA!' someone was shaking her... She was back... her eyes were focused... Harry was shaking her... 'Are you okay?' he said, obviously worried, 'You were crying and muttering... take your hand away from your necklace. You'll rip it off,' and Harry tried to pull her hand away. 'No,' she whispered looking straight into Harry's eyes. 'No,' and another tear ran down her cheek. Voldemort had tried to kill her. What had he wanted that had forced him to destroy a whole camp, her whole family? Suddenly, she got up. There was one person at Hogwarts left who just might know.
Snape