Telling
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Hermione was up. It was the first day of the Christmas vacation, and for a moment, she got up, merely relaxing in the fact that she was free from school for a while. Training started back the day after tomorrow. Speaking of the day after tomorrow, it was the full moon. And Professor Lupin was looking off colour. Poor Lupin. She would set him free sometime soon, as soon as she could. But for now, she would bask in the clean, pure air before sunrise.
Ginny was up. She didn't need to see her, but she could feel her energy revving into existence. She could see her bouncy nature come into action, thanks to her powers.
Ginny came and stood beside her, at the window. In that hour before the dawn, she and Hermione always felt so much more ethereal. The pure clean, freshness of the air, Ginny felt, belonged to the beginning of time, when the people worshipped the sun, the moon and the stars, the sky, the earth, the wind, everything. It reminded her of who she was. Of what she was. And what she could be. It was sheer bliss, and she and Hermione watched as the sun shed its rays to the earth, warming, and purifying it. Perfection. She saw the sun gradually touch each area of the grounds, and the lake. In the chamber, she knew that Jennifer had felt that touch, and awoke. The world was waking, and she had to stop dreaming.
That day was spent relaxing, doing absolutely nothing, except talking to Harry, Hermione, and her brother Ron. Bill stopped in with Fleur, and everything was beautiful. She was happy.
It was the night of the full moon, and an eerie one as well. The night was deep, velvety black, and the white disc of the moon shone against it, overpowering the stars, and lighting up the clouds. Hermione was uneasy, even as the night seemed to hypnotize her.
Chanel spoke, her voice soft, low and strange. "Let us try changing tonight, without anyone else.' Here she nodded to everyone else. They knew why. Jennifer had the strangest eerie feeling. This was the night where she and Hermione would lose their present forms. Even Ginny felt the strangeness of the night. It was very still. Not a sound was made in that night. The wind did not blow, yet it was cold.
Hermione sat in the moon chamber, and this time, when she tried to change, he power answered. Beside her Chanel was doing the same, starting to change. Hermione felt the air humming around her, crackling with her power, then it slowly siphoned towards her body. She could feel it, as she closed her eyes. It shimmered at her fingertips. It shone through her eyes, which she opened. Then she thought. She concentrated on the wolf, and suddenly a rush of ideas came tangled to her head.
Snout, tufted tail, shaggy hair, moonlight glowing, blood in her mouth, long loping legs, glowing eyes, perfection, howling, claws.
Then she felt the change starting. Her hair turned grey, and shaggy, and sprouted all over her body, her ears changed, and soon her body had changed completely. She was the wolf.
She looked across at Chanel, then asked silently
What now?
Wait. I hear something
Hermione listened. The lope of a creature crept across the ground, a deep strong evil blackness of a traitor to the moon.
It's a werewolf of Voldemort. Chanel informed her. We will wait till the morning to see what happened. We cannot do anything.
Uneasily, Hermione agreed.
Meanwhile, what of Jennifer?
She too felt the crackle of power. She felt it come from the sheer stillness of the night. Beside her, Sara nodded. She started to change.
All at once, she felt a weird sensation creep across her. She knew what it was: her legs fusing, and growing scales. She looked at them, with eyes no longer hers. They were one of the strangest creatures of the water. Her arms felt oddly light, and she felt the fingers starting to web lightly. Her hair, already longish, she felt lengthen, and started to turn slightly green. She was a mermaid. Selkies, merrows, all of those things. She swam in the chamber, next to Sara, and she felt strange. Her whole body was different. She sang the haunting song of the siren, felt it reverb in the water. Then she heard voices. Mermaids.
"Goddess of Water, we have waited for you to come."
She heard them, looked at Sara, then spoke. "I am but young."
"We know. The war will start. Hogwarts will divide. We prepare, waiting on your call."
"I will call you, and the water shall rise, for you to attack."
"Yes, we await your call. Beware though. The world has many faces."
"Aye, I know. I will be careful."
Then she opened her eyes (she had closed them?) and looked at Sara.
Hermione was up instantly. She heard sobbing. "Tonks?" she questioned.
She stole down the stairs, taking Ginny with her.
Downstairs, Tonks was crying.
"What's wrong?" asked Ginny.
She blinked her eyes. "Remus . . . they think he bit a student."
Hermione's breath escaped in a hiss. "You care Tonks?"
"Of course I care."
"Considering that you are not really his girlfriend?" she asked.
Tonks blinked. "How do you know?"
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that he didn't do it," said Hermione, crossly. "Where is his room? I'll talk to him."
Tonks nodded, then got up and led them straight to his room, where they found him packing, looking older than ever. "Hello students." Tonks went over to him. "Remus, they have to talk to you."
He straightened up. Hermione wasted no time. "Professor Lupin, I know very well that you didn't attack that first year, Salia Casjiu. It was one of Lord Voldemort's werewolves. You were in your office the whole night."
Tonks, Lupin, and Ginny, felt their mouths drop. "Hermione," cautioned Ginny.
"Oh what the heck," said Chanel, reforming into herself, and not the watch. "Out with it."
Lupin looked surprised. Hermione explained. "I am the goddess of the moon, and this is my trainer Chanel."
Lupin looked stunned. "A goddess? I thought they didn't exist."
Hermione chuckled. "Lily was one."
He looked shocked. "Now, Lupin, tell no one, or you Tonks. Tonks, what you must do is become DADA teacher in Lupin's place. Lupin, stay close. Don't be captured. When I call you, you come to the battle field. And when this is done, I'll set you free."
"How do I know you are real?"
"You know this face." She shimmered into the face of the goddess.
He stared. "You! Alright, I believe you." She nodded. "Alright, you can go."
The world had turned topsy- turvy. Tonks would be teaching, Sirius looked drawn and grey, Hermione felt better, and all three of them had changed into their magical forms and were practicing them. They even planned the battle, and soon knew tactics.
The night before Christmas, Hermione sat next to Ron, watched the fire place and the snow. He pulled her hair.
"Hermione, what are you worrying about?"
She turned to him. "All sorts of things."
"Calm down, relax, forget everything. A kiss would be nice."
She laughed and kissed him. They stayed there for a while.
Ginny looked across at them. She and Harry had been teasing each other for quite a while. It was strange really, but now he kissed her. She felt her worries float away. They took time out from reality, and let themselves go back to before this tangle started. Then they all stopped, and listened to the snow falling. It seemed a promise. A promise that no matter what happened, they would love each other.
None else but them understood it. They could not see what would happen. They did not understand the strangest friendships. They were blind.
Tonks looked at Remus as he was about to leave on the train.
"Goodbye Tonks, "he whispered, then he moved off.
"Remus!" It was just a cry of anguish, pain, and love all in one with a break in the middle. She was too young for heartbreak.
He turned, and looked, saw her, saw the pain. He looked in her eyes, saw the love. He went back to her.
"You care, Tonks. You love me." He looked into her eyes.
She couldn't help it. She sobbed in his arms. But he tilted her head up.
"But I love you. I do love you," he whispered. Then he kissed her, just a short sweet kiss, but it had the most meaning in the world for her. "I'll be coming back, Tonks, I promise. Don't cry." He wiped away her tears, then he kissed her again. "I'll see you."
She nodded, her eyes still leaking tears, but they were happy tears this time. She let go. And he left her on train. She would see him later, but she could never had let him leave, without telling him how she felt.
The train pulled out of the station, and she watched him leave. But she would always like this station.
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Disclaimer: Own nothing but plot.
Hermione was up. It was the first day of the Christmas vacation, and for a moment, she got up, merely relaxing in the fact that she was free from school for a while. Training started back the day after tomorrow. Speaking of the day after tomorrow, it was the full moon. And Professor Lupin was looking off colour. Poor Lupin. She would set him free sometime soon, as soon as she could. But for now, she would bask in the clean, pure air before sunrise.
Ginny was up. She didn't need to see her, but she could feel her energy revving into existence. She could see her bouncy nature come into action, thanks to her powers.
Ginny came and stood beside her, at the window. In that hour before the dawn, she and Hermione always felt so much more ethereal. The pure clean, freshness of the air, Ginny felt, belonged to the beginning of time, when the people worshipped the sun, the moon and the stars, the sky, the earth, the wind, everything. It reminded her of who she was. Of what she was. And what she could be. It was sheer bliss, and she and Hermione watched as the sun shed its rays to the earth, warming, and purifying it. Perfection. She saw the sun gradually touch each area of the grounds, and the lake. In the chamber, she knew that Jennifer had felt that touch, and awoke. The world was waking, and she had to stop dreaming.
That day was spent relaxing, doing absolutely nothing, except talking to Harry, Hermione, and her brother Ron. Bill stopped in with Fleur, and everything was beautiful. She was happy.
It was the night of the full moon, and an eerie one as well. The night was deep, velvety black, and the white disc of the moon shone against it, overpowering the stars, and lighting up the clouds. Hermione was uneasy, even as the night seemed to hypnotize her.
Chanel spoke, her voice soft, low and strange. "Let us try changing tonight, without anyone else.' Here she nodded to everyone else. They knew why. Jennifer had the strangest eerie feeling. This was the night where she and Hermione would lose their present forms. Even Ginny felt the strangeness of the night. It was very still. Not a sound was made in that night. The wind did not blow, yet it was cold.
Hermione sat in the moon chamber, and this time, when she tried to change, he power answered. Beside her Chanel was doing the same, starting to change. Hermione felt the air humming around her, crackling with her power, then it slowly siphoned towards her body. She could feel it, as she closed her eyes. It shimmered at her fingertips. It shone through her eyes, which she opened. Then she thought. She concentrated on the wolf, and suddenly a rush of ideas came tangled to her head.
Snout, tufted tail, shaggy hair, moonlight glowing, blood in her mouth, long loping legs, glowing eyes, perfection, howling, claws.
Then she felt the change starting. Her hair turned grey, and shaggy, and sprouted all over her body, her ears changed, and soon her body had changed completely. She was the wolf.
She looked across at Chanel, then asked silently
What now?
Wait. I hear something
Hermione listened. The lope of a creature crept across the ground, a deep strong evil blackness of a traitor to the moon.
It's a werewolf of Voldemort. Chanel informed her. We will wait till the morning to see what happened. We cannot do anything.
Uneasily, Hermione agreed.
Meanwhile, what of Jennifer?
She too felt the crackle of power. She felt it come from the sheer stillness of the night. Beside her, Sara nodded. She started to change.
All at once, she felt a weird sensation creep across her. She knew what it was: her legs fusing, and growing scales. She looked at them, with eyes no longer hers. They were one of the strangest creatures of the water. Her arms felt oddly light, and she felt the fingers starting to web lightly. Her hair, already longish, she felt lengthen, and started to turn slightly green. She was a mermaid. Selkies, merrows, all of those things. She swam in the chamber, next to Sara, and she felt strange. Her whole body was different. She sang the haunting song of the siren, felt it reverb in the water. Then she heard voices. Mermaids.
"Goddess of Water, we have waited for you to come."
She heard them, looked at Sara, then spoke. "I am but young."
"We know. The war will start. Hogwarts will divide. We prepare, waiting on your call."
"I will call you, and the water shall rise, for you to attack."
"Yes, we await your call. Beware though. The world has many faces."
"Aye, I know. I will be careful."
Then she opened her eyes (she had closed them?) and looked at Sara.
Hermione was up instantly. She heard sobbing. "Tonks?" she questioned.
She stole down the stairs, taking Ginny with her.
Downstairs, Tonks was crying.
"What's wrong?" asked Ginny.
She blinked her eyes. "Remus . . . they think he bit a student."
Hermione's breath escaped in a hiss. "You care Tonks?"
"Of course I care."
"Considering that you are not really his girlfriend?" she asked.
Tonks blinked. "How do you know?"
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that he didn't do it," said Hermione, crossly. "Where is his room? I'll talk to him."
Tonks nodded, then got up and led them straight to his room, where they found him packing, looking older than ever. "Hello students." Tonks went over to him. "Remus, they have to talk to you."
He straightened up. Hermione wasted no time. "Professor Lupin, I know very well that you didn't attack that first year, Salia Casjiu. It was one of Lord Voldemort's werewolves. You were in your office the whole night."
Tonks, Lupin, and Ginny, felt their mouths drop. "Hermione," cautioned Ginny.
"Oh what the heck," said Chanel, reforming into herself, and not the watch. "Out with it."
Lupin looked surprised. Hermione explained. "I am the goddess of the moon, and this is my trainer Chanel."
Lupin looked stunned. "A goddess? I thought they didn't exist."
Hermione chuckled. "Lily was one."
He looked shocked. "Now, Lupin, tell no one, or you Tonks. Tonks, what you must do is become DADA teacher in Lupin's place. Lupin, stay close. Don't be captured. When I call you, you come to the battle field. And when this is done, I'll set you free."
"How do I know you are real?"
"You know this face." She shimmered into the face of the goddess.
He stared. "You! Alright, I believe you." She nodded. "Alright, you can go."
The world had turned topsy- turvy. Tonks would be teaching, Sirius looked drawn and grey, Hermione felt better, and all three of them had changed into their magical forms and were practicing them. They even planned the battle, and soon knew tactics.
The night before Christmas, Hermione sat next to Ron, watched the fire place and the snow. He pulled her hair.
"Hermione, what are you worrying about?"
She turned to him. "All sorts of things."
"Calm down, relax, forget everything. A kiss would be nice."
She laughed and kissed him. They stayed there for a while.
Ginny looked across at them. She and Harry had been teasing each other for quite a while. It was strange really, but now he kissed her. She felt her worries float away. They took time out from reality, and let themselves go back to before this tangle started. Then they all stopped, and listened to the snow falling. It seemed a promise. A promise that no matter what happened, they would love each other.
None else but them understood it. They could not see what would happen. They did not understand the strangest friendships. They were blind.
Tonks looked at Remus as he was about to leave on the train.
"Goodbye Tonks, "he whispered, then he moved off.
"Remus!" It was just a cry of anguish, pain, and love all in one with a break in the middle. She was too young for heartbreak.
He turned, and looked, saw her, saw the pain. He looked in her eyes, saw the love. He went back to her.
"You care, Tonks. You love me." He looked into her eyes.
She couldn't help it. She sobbed in his arms. But he tilted her head up.
"But I love you. I do love you," he whispered. Then he kissed her, just a short sweet kiss, but it had the most meaning in the world for her. "I'll be coming back, Tonks, I promise. Don't cry." He wiped away her tears, then he kissed her again. "I'll see you."
She nodded, her eyes still leaking tears, but they were happy tears this time. She let go. And he left her on train. She would see him later, but she could never had let him leave, without telling him how she felt.
The train pulled out of the station, and she watched him leave. But she would always like this station.
Review! NOW! And I have a new fic again. Sorry. Bye . . .