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Author's Note: I'm so sorry!!! I'm sorry I've kept waiting for so long!!! Truly I am!! Well what are you waiting for? Get reading! Move! Now! Enjoy!
This chapter will be on mostly Hermione and Holly, kay?
FashionBlondeQueen – I've had enough with reviews I can't understand, but on the bright side, since I like to keep my readers happy, I'm changing Malfoy's look. And listen, I don't like Draco Malfoy; I like Tom Felton, okay? Okay.
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Chaos – What if she does die??? Then what???
Last time:
Mm. Threadgold pushed the others out of the doors and made sure no one could enter. She did not know a way to cure Hermione. She might as well be dead.
Chapter 18- Draco
Draco Malfoy visualized himself as the most superior being on world, even greater than the most feared Lord Voldemort.
He decided to make himself a little darker and sinister. A good makeover would certainly do the trick.
His grey eyes glinted malevolently as he transformed his usually dirty blond hair into a rich dark brown. His initiation was to begin soon, and Draco wanted to look his best in case there were any attractive females around.
- Holly
Holly looked at the Book of Shadows, which lay open before her. She was in the library. It was supposed to be filled in over the generations by witches or wizards with new spells, concoctions and ceremonies. However, here and there, some ancestors had kept it as a sort of diary, writing their gravest secrets in it.
Holly Jenkins was absorbed in a piece of text that was in fact a diary entry:
May 19th 1982
Oh dear Goddess, what have a done to deserve such a mess as this. I'm only 21 and yet I have had two pregnancies. One was with Kieran O'Grady, a beautiful baby daughter, which he snatched away from me to keep as his own. Of course I had tried to stop him, but my parents would be disgusted if they found out, so I thought it best to surrender to Kieran. Two months later, I returned to my parents with my diploma. There and then it was decided that the age had come for me to marry. I chose Christopher Jenkins, a wonderful male from school, and one that my parents approved of too. My second is here – within me. I can feel that it is another girl, and my magic is getting out of hand too, and even though I was told not to practise it, I often have – just to enjoy the consequences of them turning wrong! It is a rare experience, but I have been through this once already, so I know how to cope with it.
Cassandra Elms
Underneath the name, there was her birth and death date, obviously written magically because of its everlasting ink.
1961 – 1985 (Killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named)
Holly had never known anything of her parentage before. She had lived with who she thought was her mother and father, who were both witches and worked in the Ministry of Magic.
But know everything was clear to her. She had been adopted.
- Hermione
The power. The increased strength clashed with the restrictions placed upon Hermione. Hermione had not accomplished every task and did not know every possible thing about magic and the world with and without it, and it was putting great deal of strain on the unusual burst of power surging through her.
But little by little, secrets of magic were being slowly released into her mind, the back of mind though. Recently, a new power had been unconfined. It used the power of thought, desire and need, and this power had been released into her because of knowledge on how to call things, even though there were very far away from her.
However, Hermione didn't know this yet. Her mind was conflicting with other things too.
When dying, you would usually think that the minds of those dying would be blank and full of hopefully painless bliss.
You are wrong.
Well, at least for this particular person you are wrong. In the mind of Hermione Granger, only one thing remained: Why had Draco betrayed her trust for him. Why? Didn't Draco understand that Hermione had forgiven and would've promised never to hurt him again?
But then what would Harry and Ron say? They would never trust her again, always changing her mind every now and then.
Only one person in the whole world really understood Hermione's position.
- Holly
Holly felt her heart beat increase wildly. Adopted? Adopted? And Rose O'Grady's father was also her own father? Why in the world hadn't her adoptive parents told her? Holly thought of them and immediately felt a rush of anger. She hated them. She hated her adoptive parents. In fact she never wanted to talk to them again.
Holly slammed the Book of Shadows shut and heaved it into her arms. She ran along the corridors hoping for a door to just swallow her whole. Everything in the world was turning upside down. Her losing Cole Hunter to evil – her one true love. Her having an argument with her best friends, well, actually her sisters. Her finding out she is adopted.
Nobody understood the position she was in. Nobody. Except for one who has been through perhaps even worse than this, Hermione Granger.
Holly stopped short as she came up to the Grand Balcony behind the Dining Room, she took a few tentative steps forward thinking if this was the right thing to do.
In the Library
Mme Threadgold turned away from Hermione; she had done everything to save her, but the only thing Mme Threadgold had done was to slow the process of the killing wound. Perhaps that was a bad thing to do though, for it meant that Hermione would be in more pain.
Hermione on the other hand was still in thought mode.
- Hermione
Only one person seriously understood Hermione's pain…Holly Jenkins.
- Holly
Holly threw the Book of Shadows aside as she felt a huge tug coming within her body – her soul – her mind.
The Book of Shadows had fallen but instead of landing shut, it had landed on one particular page – Cassandra Elms last entry.
Holly grabbed her body tightly as she felt something being wrenched out of her. She gnawed her fingers at her throat; something had suddenly plugged the air from entering her lungs.
Her lungs were on fire, and Holly fell to her knees trying to gasp for dear life.
No such luck for suddenly –––––
- Mme Threadgold
Mme Threadgold had tears streaming done her face. How could she possibly tell Hermione's friends?
Suddenly she heard a rasping painful gasp come out her patient. She wheeled around.
"OH MY WORD!" Mme Threadgold yelled; she fainted on the spot.
At that moment, Harry and Ron stampeded into the Hospital Wing in a clutter of orbs, followed by Liz, Rose and Viktor Krum, who came through the door.
"What happened?!" Harry asked.
Ron immediately rushed to Hermione's beside and then gasped.
"Harry," Ron croaked, "Harry, this isn't Hermione."
"What?" Harry said staring curiously at Ron.
Liz put her hand on Harry's shoulder and squeezed encouragingly, and they made forward. Rose was closely behind.
Viktor, being Hermione's ex-boyfriend, hurried and got there first, "What! Who the hell is she?!"
" HOLLY!"
A short dark haired girl, the Head Girl of the Russian School of Witchcraft & Wizardry lay still on the beside, which was previously filled with Hermione Granger.
- Hermione
Hermione groggily stirred and opened her eyes; it seemed as it if it was the first time she had done so in a million years.
The bright light of the outdoors was stinging her eyes so she rubbed them wearily.
"Urgh," Hermione started, "What – what am I doing here?"
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