Advice of Dumbledore, and the Calm before the storm
Disclaimer: I own nothing etc.
It was Easter, or nearly Easter. It was scary. Where had the time gone? The stress was getting to her, yet all of a sudden she stopped being scared, in the middle of Easter. It was nothing at all. She was just going to be fine, she and Ginny. They might not survive, but it looked like Harry would. That was the most important thing. They would probably not make it through, though at least one of them would, but Harry would.
Then an awkward day came.
McGonagall came up to Hermione and Ginny, while Hermione sat talking and knitting a scarf for her mother. Ginny was trying to finish off a piece of homework set by Tonks for the vacation.
"It really isn't fair Hermione, that I should have so much homework to do. After all, you're doing them a FAVOUR here!"
"And so what? Did it ever occur to you that Tonks don't play favourites?"
"Miss Granger, Miss Weasley," she heard above them. They jumped together, and Hermione was sure that they had to look guilty. Perhaps that was why McGonagall looked at them so suspiciously.
"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you right now, in his office."
They looked at each other.
"The password is 'Miracle Mirror', and he said that he would require to see you. Now."
Hermione felt a cold and strange fear. Maybe, just maybe, this would be the time she would not be able to lie. She knew it. She could feel Chanel turn colder on her wrist, and then, she felt the light moon charm that she wore against her neck seem to burn coolly into her skin. Then she felt a shock. She knew that Jennifer and Sara had joined them. She knew it, in her heart. And by the fact that there was a water ball in her pocket.
Oh well, she would have to continue knitting later. Perhaps she would be able to read the book that she wanted to later.
Her heart beating faster than usually, she was aware of the fact that the fellow Gryffindors were wondering what the know it all Hermione Granger had done to get herself into trouble. She saw Parvati and Lavender whispering and she once felt a sadness. She was weird, a freak and different. Yet there was Ginny. And at once she felt better about her friend.
They found their way to Dumbledore's office, and then they said the password. The spiral staircase went up, and Hermione felt her heart beating at twice the normal rate. Then she heard Dumbledore.
"Greetings Miss Weasley, Miss Granger. How are you both? Sit down,sit down."
They sat in the calico armchairs. Hermione at once began to breath a little slower. In and out. In and out. She decided that after this she was definitely taking yoga. The breathing techniques would be brilliant. Or at least from what she'd heard.
Her hands shook as she took a lemon drop. Then Dumbledore stared at the two of them. His twinkly blue eyes took both of them in. Now, more than ever Hermione appreciated what Harry said about Dumbledore seeing straight into him. She had scoffed, but he was right.
"Now, both of you, I have noticed a very strange thing about you both. It seems that the two of you have been out at night, extremely late. That in itself is not suspicious, that frequently happens at this school." Here Dumbledore smiled. "Yet it seems that when you two disappear you are not spottable on any map at all. You seem to have become more secretive, and do not talk to your old acquaintances as much. Tonks seems to have become your friend, for no reason at all, and they are times when we cannot find Remus. Odd."
He looked at them.
"Also, strangely, I have noticed a certain aura portraying from you. I am probably much too curious, and a barmy old codger, but I am curious about it, and of course I should know what my students are up to."
Chanel whispered in Hermione's head. "You're sunk. We have to tell him. Including the bit about Jennifer, he can sense her. We have to tell him."
Hermione felt her breath intake, stared at Ginny, and then they nodded.
"Well, professor Dumbledore, you are right. We have . . . changed. Or rather discovered something. And I guess we'll have to tell you from the beginning. Or show you."
Hermione relaxed her mind, and let herself conjure the light. She blinked, and she was her other self, the shimmering wonder. Ginny was herself, in a ray of sunlight. And in a patch of shining water, Jennifer stood.
Dumbledore stared at them with his fingers interlaced.
"Well you see, Professor, it's like this. One night, Ron and Harry woke me up from sleeping and asked if I would like to go on a moonlight walk . . ."
Professor Dumbledore was in shock. So that was where the strange enchantments had come from. But luckily it seemed, that despite this craziness the two of them seemed to be normal girls, even if they were fighting in the war. He gave them advice. Arrows are quick and clean, spells are better if fired in rapid fire shot, and use transfiguration in the middle of the war for the better effect. Never let them see you be scared. At it always helps if you look nice.
Hermione laughed at the last thing. But she appreciated the advice, since it was very useful. Plus Dumbledore had no problem with Jennifer, Ayesha, Chanel and Sara. He even smiled, and the portraits were kind to them. He gave them a pocket sized map of Hogwarts that had positions to put people in battle. Hermione pocketed it.
Then when they were leaving, Dumbledore said,
"One last thing. Fawkes is a young phoenix, only about five hundred years old. I want you to keep him after this war." He smiled at them.
Hermione after wards said that she would miss that twinkle smile he gave them, that doomed him. Even as if he knew.
"oh and the absolute last thing. Happy Easter."
"Thanks," they said.
&&&&&
It was a week left till term time. They were eating the last bit of the gigantic chocolate egg that Mrs. Weasley had sent them. So she had sent them both a bit of chocolate but also sent the foursome a huge egg.
The week had gone.
Term time came again.
It was really scary. The little light heartedness had left them all again. Silence filled the school again. It was death silent. Tension came back. Almost as if there was something hiding beneath the surface, lurking. The stress was getting to her again. Sometimes she felt restless, sometimes depressed. Yet her training continued. The restlessness grew. Sometimes she grew snappish.
Ginny stood by her through thick and thin. SO did Ron, and Harry. Yet everyone else was obviously trying to do her in. Everyone seemed so angry and jealous that she hid herself more and more. It was so scary, so tiring. Every day she got up now, wondering, "Is this the day?" the day that she went into war. The day that they all would die. She was having night mares that she screwed up, that she messed up, and that she was the one that made them all die. Sometimes she dreamed of herself dying. Sometimes it was other things.
But the silence in the school.
Not a laugh was heard. Laughter sounded unnatural and tinny in the gloom. A shadow seemed to grow across the school, almost like the shadow of mordor. Ginny battled it. At least one ray of sunlight tried to penetrate everyone's hearts everyday.
Malfoy swaggered. Yet he too seemed cowed.
How could she have been such a fool?
Her fear had gone. Yeah right. Icy cold shadows crept through her body, and she felt herself retract, and the dull ache and fear started back . . .
She was scared, numb scared, and desperately waiting . . .each day was a grown torment, and the time hung heavily on her hands. She wanted in to finish, yet she was scared, frightened half to death, scared by everything. The fear sometimes constricted her body. She sometimes thought that she would choke. Everyday drew closer to the Owls for Ginny. Everyday grew closer to the battle.
She breathed through each day, stumbled and staggered. She felt her goddess self flickering through more. She woke up every morning, her hair black. She had to struggle to change it. Everyday drew closer to the owls.
The Shadow grew darker. The Daily prophet had been stopped. Hogwarts seemed an island. Yet she knew that they would not be caught napping contrary to Voldemort's opinion.
Tonks and Remus were part of her plan. She told them. It even sounded a little heroic, as she explained it to them. And W.A.L.V. was going great. A pack of one hundred was with them, and the best of friendships were happening. Yet she felt the fear. . . .oh God, would it never end?
Ginny knew that Hermione was becoming more and more nervous. So was she actually. For her own O.W.L.s. Darn them.
Then it was the night before the O.W.L.s. Study was impossible, and she fell into a strange dream . . .
The sunset had come, and all of a sudden the evil was there . . . they were too many to fight, it was hopeless, yet some hope came, a friend, a friend, an ally . . . a goddess . . .
She sat up as dead straight as if a poker had been rammed into her spine.
Today was Charms.
How was she supposed to get through Charms?
She did though . . .
Even if she had overdone her cheering charms. Personally though, an overdose of cheering Charms seemed a great idea to her.
The day passed without the attack.
She climbed into bed.
Maybe it was tomorrow.
It could be tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Updation on the doubvle!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing etc.
It was Easter, or nearly Easter. It was scary. Where had the time gone? The stress was getting to her, yet all of a sudden she stopped being scared, in the middle of Easter. It was nothing at all. She was just going to be fine, she and Ginny. They might not survive, but it looked like Harry would. That was the most important thing. They would probably not make it through, though at least one of them would, but Harry would.
Then an awkward day came.
McGonagall came up to Hermione and Ginny, while Hermione sat talking and knitting a scarf for her mother. Ginny was trying to finish off a piece of homework set by Tonks for the vacation.
"It really isn't fair Hermione, that I should have so much homework to do. After all, you're doing them a FAVOUR here!"
"And so what? Did it ever occur to you that Tonks don't play favourites?"
"Miss Granger, Miss Weasley," she heard above them. They jumped together, and Hermione was sure that they had to look guilty. Perhaps that was why McGonagall looked at them so suspiciously.
"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you right now, in his office."
They looked at each other.
"The password is 'Miracle Mirror', and he said that he would require to see you. Now."
Hermione felt a cold and strange fear. Maybe, just maybe, this would be the time she would not be able to lie. She knew it. She could feel Chanel turn colder on her wrist, and then, she felt the light moon charm that she wore against her neck seem to burn coolly into her skin. Then she felt a shock. She knew that Jennifer and Sara had joined them. She knew it, in her heart. And by the fact that there was a water ball in her pocket.
Oh well, she would have to continue knitting later. Perhaps she would be able to read the book that she wanted to later.
Her heart beating faster than usually, she was aware of the fact that the fellow Gryffindors were wondering what the know it all Hermione Granger had done to get herself into trouble. She saw Parvati and Lavender whispering and she once felt a sadness. She was weird, a freak and different. Yet there was Ginny. And at once she felt better about her friend.
They found their way to Dumbledore's office, and then they said the password. The spiral staircase went up, and Hermione felt her heart beating at twice the normal rate. Then she heard Dumbledore.
"Greetings Miss Weasley, Miss Granger. How are you both? Sit down,sit down."
They sat in the calico armchairs. Hermione at once began to breath a little slower. In and out. In and out. She decided that after this she was definitely taking yoga. The breathing techniques would be brilliant. Or at least from what she'd heard.
Her hands shook as she took a lemon drop. Then Dumbledore stared at the two of them. His twinkly blue eyes took both of them in. Now, more than ever Hermione appreciated what Harry said about Dumbledore seeing straight into him. She had scoffed, but he was right.
"Now, both of you, I have noticed a very strange thing about you both. It seems that the two of you have been out at night, extremely late. That in itself is not suspicious, that frequently happens at this school." Here Dumbledore smiled. "Yet it seems that when you two disappear you are not spottable on any map at all. You seem to have become more secretive, and do not talk to your old acquaintances as much. Tonks seems to have become your friend, for no reason at all, and they are times when we cannot find Remus. Odd."
He looked at them.
"Also, strangely, I have noticed a certain aura portraying from you. I am probably much too curious, and a barmy old codger, but I am curious about it, and of course I should know what my students are up to."
Chanel whispered in Hermione's head. "You're sunk. We have to tell him. Including the bit about Jennifer, he can sense her. We have to tell him."
Hermione felt her breath intake, stared at Ginny, and then they nodded.
"Well, professor Dumbledore, you are right. We have . . . changed. Or rather discovered something. And I guess we'll have to tell you from the beginning. Or show you."
Hermione relaxed her mind, and let herself conjure the light. She blinked, and she was her other self, the shimmering wonder. Ginny was herself, in a ray of sunlight. And in a patch of shining water, Jennifer stood.
Dumbledore stared at them with his fingers interlaced.
"Well you see, Professor, it's like this. One night, Ron and Harry woke me up from sleeping and asked if I would like to go on a moonlight walk . . ."
Professor Dumbledore was in shock. So that was where the strange enchantments had come from. But luckily it seemed, that despite this craziness the two of them seemed to be normal girls, even if they were fighting in the war. He gave them advice. Arrows are quick and clean, spells are better if fired in rapid fire shot, and use transfiguration in the middle of the war for the better effect. Never let them see you be scared. At it always helps if you look nice.
Hermione laughed at the last thing. But she appreciated the advice, since it was very useful. Plus Dumbledore had no problem with Jennifer, Ayesha, Chanel and Sara. He even smiled, and the portraits were kind to them. He gave them a pocket sized map of Hogwarts that had positions to put people in battle. Hermione pocketed it.
Then when they were leaving, Dumbledore said,
"One last thing. Fawkes is a young phoenix, only about five hundred years old. I want you to keep him after this war." He smiled at them.
Hermione after wards said that she would miss that twinkle smile he gave them, that doomed him. Even as if he knew.
"oh and the absolute last thing. Happy Easter."
"Thanks," they said.
&&&&&
It was a week left till term time. They were eating the last bit of the gigantic chocolate egg that Mrs. Weasley had sent them. So she had sent them both a bit of chocolate but also sent the foursome a huge egg.
The week had gone.
Term time came again.
It was really scary. The little light heartedness had left them all again. Silence filled the school again. It was death silent. Tension came back. Almost as if there was something hiding beneath the surface, lurking. The stress was getting to her again. Sometimes she felt restless, sometimes depressed. Yet her training continued. The restlessness grew. Sometimes she grew snappish.
Ginny stood by her through thick and thin. SO did Ron, and Harry. Yet everyone else was obviously trying to do her in. Everyone seemed so angry and jealous that she hid herself more and more. It was so scary, so tiring. Every day she got up now, wondering, "Is this the day?" the day that she went into war. The day that they all would die. She was having night mares that she screwed up, that she messed up, and that she was the one that made them all die. Sometimes she dreamed of herself dying. Sometimes it was other things.
But the silence in the school.
Not a laugh was heard. Laughter sounded unnatural and tinny in the gloom. A shadow seemed to grow across the school, almost like the shadow of mordor. Ginny battled it. At least one ray of sunlight tried to penetrate everyone's hearts everyday.
Malfoy swaggered. Yet he too seemed cowed.
How could she have been such a fool?
Her fear had gone. Yeah right. Icy cold shadows crept through her body, and she felt herself retract, and the dull ache and fear started back . . .
She was scared, numb scared, and desperately waiting . . .each day was a grown torment, and the time hung heavily on her hands. She wanted in to finish, yet she was scared, frightened half to death, scared by everything. The fear sometimes constricted her body. She sometimes thought that she would choke. Everyday drew closer to the Owls for Ginny. Everyday grew closer to the battle.
She breathed through each day, stumbled and staggered. She felt her goddess self flickering through more. She woke up every morning, her hair black. She had to struggle to change it. Everyday drew closer to the owls.
The Shadow grew darker. The Daily prophet had been stopped. Hogwarts seemed an island. Yet she knew that they would not be caught napping contrary to Voldemort's opinion.
Tonks and Remus were part of her plan. She told them. It even sounded a little heroic, as she explained it to them. And W.A.L.V. was going great. A pack of one hundred was with them, and the best of friendships were happening. Yet she felt the fear. . . .oh God, would it never end?
Ginny knew that Hermione was becoming more and more nervous. So was she actually. For her own O.W.L.s. Darn them.
Then it was the night before the O.W.L.s. Study was impossible, and she fell into a strange dream . . .
The sunset had come, and all of a sudden the evil was there . . . they were too many to fight, it was hopeless, yet some hope came, a friend, a friend, an ally . . . a goddess . . .
She sat up as dead straight as if a poker had been rammed into her spine.
Today was Charms.
How was she supposed to get through Charms?
She did though . . .
Even if she had overdone her cheering charms. Personally though, an overdose of cheering Charms seemed a great idea to her.
The day passed without the attack.
She climbed into bed.
Maybe it was tomorrow.
It could be tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Updation on the doubvle!!!