AN:Your favourite writer is back...okay well enough of the ego thing. I hope ya'll like the chapters...okay here's the thing, I'm kinda in a loss for ideas. Major witer's block. Soo...yeah review, e-mail me and give me your suggestions for the story. I am open to everything. Even slash but I most probably won't write it. Oh yeah does any of you watch the apperentice? I love that show. It is so cool. Just like survivor but with business suits. Kkz enough of my crap. Read the chapter and drop me a review.
"We would much rather we didn't need to drag you out by force," a bored voice called. Bill clasped Mel and tried to pull her away for him but she didn't seem to one to let go. "No...no. I can't let you go," she mumbled into his chest. Tears slipping from her eyes were being absorbed by Bill's robe.
Hermione wished she could do something; anything to help her friend. Her friend who was teetering at the edge and the last thing she wanted was for her to lose Mel. Mel was a newfound addition to the Weasley family but even though Hermione had grown close to her, close enough to care.
Mrs. Weasley slipped her arm around Hermione's shoulders and smiled sadly as she took in the sight that was in front of her. Her child was grown up. Engaged to be more precise. God this was something she would never forget; not in her life.
Someone grabbed hold of Bill and wrenched him away from Melissa. "Nooo!" a scream sounded echoing around the cold dungeons. Mel sunk to her knees and pounded the ground with her fists as she watched Bill being led away. Her love, her life. It was all gone, in a matter of minutes.
"I love him..." she whispered as everyone turned to watch Bill being 'escorted' away by the Dementors. Suddenly a loud thump was heard behind them.
Hermione swiveled around and saw that Mel had collapsed on the ground. "MEL!" she shrieked. Her feet seemed to have given up taking orders from the brain. She stood rooted to the spot and by the time others had reacted to what they were seeing, Mrs. Weasley had rushed to Mel's side and was taking her pulse.
She gave a sigh of relief when she saw that Mel was still alive. Finally regaining her senses Hermione rushed to Mrs. Weasley. Whipping out her wand, Hermione muttered, "Locomotor Melissa."
Unfortunately Melissa didn't move. Hermione looked quizzically at Mrs. Weasley.
"Magic doesn't work here; it's a precautionary measure to prevent the prisoners from apperating away," A voice said from the shadows of the room. Everyone's heads swiveled in that direction. Malfoy emerged from the shadows.
"Oh god, the elevator is so far away and we're the only one's left," Hermione said when she realized that only herself, Mrs. Weasley and Malfoy remained in the room. Malfoy rolled his eyes and walked to her. He wasn't known for doing good deeds but he decided that Dumbledore would definitely expel him if he didn't help. He slipped his arms around and slung her limp body over his shoulder.
Hermione was taken aback. Malfoy was helping someone and not even expecting anything back. He carried her with such ease though and even though Mel wasn't very heavy, she was tall and would most probably weighed at least fifty-five kilograms.
It seemed almost effortless the way he could walk with an extra human attached to him. She followed him mutely at a loss of words. She looked at Mel whose head was lolling dangerously as Malfoy didn't seem to care much about her safety.
Mrs. Weasley walked beside Hermione and she too was looking worriedly at Melissa. They finally reached the elevator and they stepped in earning curious glances from of the remaining wizards.
Once they were in the main office, Hermione took it upon herself to levitate Melissa. Draco felt the weight lift of him and saw that Mel now was levitating towards the information counter, following an extremely flustered Hermione.
He had been watching her the whole time during the court case. She was such an emotional head-case to him, but she was the only girl that didn't seem to annoy him when she cried. Usually he got extremely annoyed at girls who broke down for the simplest thing like him forgetting to call them after their late night rendezvous.
She seemed more human than the know-it-all-mudblood that she seemed to be for the past few years that he had known her. He wondered how she was coping with her life falling apart right in front of her eyes.
First her parents, then Bill Weasley being near convicted. Now that Blonde girl fainting. He wondered why she intrigued him so much. That mudblood seemed to have an effect on him that no other girl had. Figuring it was just his deep hatred for her he dismissed it.
Hermione came running up to Mrs. Weasley who was standing beside Malfoy at that time. As she was concentrating on keeping Mel's body afloat all along, she could not stop in time and collided into Malfoy. This time he had seen her coming and braced himself, thus he didn't fall over and Hermione fell backwards.
Sneering at her, he offered her his hand, knowing that there were many ministry officials around and if word got out that a Malfoy was not gracious and charming in public; his father would skin Draco alive.
Hermione was yet again dumbfounded at Malfoy's uncharacteristic behavior while Mrs. Weasley looked at him skeptically.
She felt that he had earned himself a second chance by coming to their aid but only grudgingly. Hermione pushed herself up on herself, leaving his hand dangling in the air uselessly. He glared at her and let it drop. He sometimes hated her for being such an insufferable self righteous know-it-all.
"Enervate," a voice said behind them and all of them turned to see Dumbledore pointing his wand at Melissa. Melissa's eyes fluttered open and came to meet the man he despised the most.
Dumbledore had seen Hermione rush towards Draco and Mrs. Weasley with his daughter on the tow. Hermione had bumped into Draco and caused Mel to float to the ground. He of course had rushed to her and seeing that she was unconscious tried to revive her.
"You," Mel said coldly, causing the rest of them to look at her curiously. They were wondering why she seemed to be so cold towards Dumbledore who according to her she didn't know. They passed it off as her feeling upset about Bill's trial and watched the scene in front of them unfold.
Dumbledore's face was rid of his usual smile as he eyed Melissa with sadly. Mel's expression was hardened and she stared at him emotionlessly. Sighing Dumbledore turned to Malfoy and Hermione.
"We will be leaving now; And Hermione please remember what I asked of you," Dumbledore said in a clipped tone, masking his hurt. His own daughter was so indifferent to him.
"Wait. Professor Dumbledore, I would like you to my friend and Bill's fiancée Melissa um...What is your last name Melissa? You never told me," Hermione said embarrassed at not being able to introduce Mel to Dumbledore properly.
"Melissa um..." Mel lied quickly and caught the fleeting look of pain that crossed her father's face. Of course any father would be sad if his own daughter did not admit to her heritage. As much as she hated him, she didn't want to lie to her future mother-in-law and her friend.
"Melissa Dumbledore," she mumbled.
A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face but it quickly disappeared when he saw that his daughter was not proud of admitting that she was a descendant of the Dumbledore lineage. She seemed to be admitting to it out of obligation more than anything.
"Melissa What?" Mrs. Weasley shrieked. She was in shock. Her son who was now under custody in Azkaban had been dating a Dumbledore.
Hermione was staring at Melissa opening and closing her mouth. Finally everything fell into place and Hermione wondered how she had been so oblivious. Melissa obviously had inherited the Dumbledore eyes and the pen with the marking. It had the Dumbledore crest on it.
"How could she lie to Bill? And everyone else. Why was she ashamed of being a Dumbledore? Why?" A million questions were passing through her head. Her whole world was upside down. So many things were going wrong.
"I'm sorry, I have to go now. Er...Mrs. Weasley, I'll come by tomorrow to pick up my things." Mel said nervously. She was biting back the sob threatening to burst out of her throat and she was constantly blinking to keep the tears brimming in her eyes from spilling.
She spun on her heels and stalked off, holding her head high. As she turned the corner she let her tears flow for the 'could-have-beens' that existed in her life. She would never know a father's love, never experience a 'normal' family life, might never know how it would be to be married and the list went on.
As she walked consumed by self pity, Dumbledore, Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Malfoy stared after her. They were still in shock at the revelation and all for a simple introduction.
Hermione was mortified. Even though no one was staring at them as the exchange had gone off rather quietly but at the same time she realized that is she had not asked Mel what her surname was she would most probably never have found out about Mel's hidden heritage.
"Well we best get a move on," Dumbledore said calmly. The two students turned to Dumbledore and looked at him curiously. He smiled but yet it seemed neither to represent joy nor happiness. It only showed a portion of the pain he was experiencing.
"Portus," Dumbledore mumbled pointing at a quill he had in his hand. It emanated a light blue light again and once the light faded, Hermione bid Mrs. Weasley goodbye and gave her a hug.
Mrs. Weasley smiled lightly at them and apperated away. Hermione joined Malfoy and Dumbledore in a huddle and touched the quill with her finger. Suddenly there was a jolt in her stomach, somewhere near her navel and she felt herself flying. Weightless, defying time and space.
Wait a minute. This is different from using a portkey she thought. When using a portkey she usually was in full form but this time, she was different. It was as though she was rays of light. Her molecular structure had been broken allowing her to defy time and space in yet another way.
She had never learned about it and to Hermione that terrified her. To her something she didn't know was immediately classified as dangerous. That was one of the reasons she was always reading. She had so many things to learn and so little time. When she was young and her parents were busy with work, she had immersed herself in books. It had been somewhat a replacement of her parents. They taught her things, spoke to her and never abandoned her.
When she learned that she was a witch and heard about the discrimination against muggle-born witches, she pushed herself harder. She wanted to prove them wrong. Prove that she didn't have to be a pure-blood to beat the rest.
She would top the lot of them. Now she had found out that she was a pure-blood and once every one realized, her efforts would be dismissed. Saying that she was pure-blood and that was the reason she did well.
She felt the bonds that held her body together break slowly and she was weightless. She was no more one being but millions and millions. She moved, carried by the wind. The breeze caressing her, treating her as one of its own. She was going against all theories of physics. Not to mention chemistry and biology.
It was something she had learned in muggle studies. Muggles came up with theories on light and it was extremely interesting.
She was speeding but yet she could see her surroundings. She was passing over muggle London. Suddenly she felt terrified. She didn't know how to get to Hogwarts.
"Think Hermione think," she near screamed at herself. She thought about stopping somewhere then flooing. It seemed a good enough idea. But wait this was muggle London. The floo network wasn't connected to muggle London.
She could go back to the ministry of magic. Turning around, she realized that she didn't know where she was anymore. She was flying over an ocean. "Shit. What if I fall? What if I'm too tired to do this anymore? Whatever this is?" she thought as the ocean breeze pushed her off course.
It seemed as though she knew where she was going but at the same time she didn't. If that made any sense. Deciding that she would just trust the part in her that knew where she was going to lead her, she kicked back and enjoyed the scenery.
She took in the calm waters and suddenly and saw a dolphin break free from it. It arched over the water and then plunged back into the murky depths. Ahead she saw Whales. A baby one with a much larger one. Most probably it's mother.
Her breath caught in her throat as she marveled at nature's beauty. It was so calm so placid and at the same time so full of life. "Life is full of contradictions Mione. Full of contradictions," she mused aloud.
Finally she passed over the ocean and was at a strange land. It seemed as though she was lost. Oh well, throwing caution in the wind, she willed herself to move faster in the direction she was headed in.
She passed over a forest and as she gained speed, she saw a castle looming ahead. It was Hogwarts. When realization hit her she gave a sigh of relief. As she neared it she saw a shimmering orb around it. It was the anti-apperation magical field. "Oh well, I could stop here and walk there." She though to herself.
"But that would take to long. They must be worried about you," another voice in her head countered. "Oh, I may as well try to break past that barrier." she added.
She neared the barrier and it seemed to be made up of just shimmering air. There were tiny holes in the force field but it seemed almost impossible to cross it. "O man, what am I going to do?" she wondered aloud.
She had read in 'Hogwarts a History' that it was impossible to apperated into the school. But what she was doing was not apperating. She knew that for sure as form her studies of apperating, she had not read anything about people's molecular structure breaking apart.
Slowly she willed herself to break into smaller parts, knowing that if she stopped and went to Hogsmeade and then walked to Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore would have the CIA searching for her.
Slowly and laboriously she forced herself through the holes. It seemed to take eons and she was close to giving up when she got through it. She still wasn't in her bodily form yet and realized that she was at the quidditch field. She zoomed to the huge entrance and in.
Passing the great hall she zoomed towards the gargoyle behind which Professor Dumbledore's office resided. "Oh dear, I don't think I can talk in this form. Maybe I can just pass through the wall. Well, here goes nothing," she told herself.
She rushed towards the wall and bounced off. Though she felt no pain, she felt an urge to try harder. Yet again she forced herself against the wall. She felt herself becoming one with the cement. She felt the magic the walls of the school held become part of her.
Slowly she passed through the wall and saw the stairs. Instead of using them, she just shot upwards and through the open door of Professor Dumbledore's office. There Dumbledore was pacing and Malfoy was just leaning against the wall, his face void of expression.
Deciding to make a grand appearance, she made her way to Dumbledore's chair. She noticed that the movements made by Dumbledore were very slow. In the time it took her to get to the seat from the door, he hadn't even taken a complete step. That could only mean that she was moving, very fast, almost at the speed of light.
Dismissing her thoughts, she concentrated on her molecules coming together to form herself again. She felt the bonds becoming stronger and her body forming. Slowly. It didn't pain her but she was bored to death at the slow process. She looked down at her hands and saw that they were fully formed.
"Professor. Professor Dumbledore," she said tentatively, announcing her presence. Dumbledore turned to her and was startled. The first thing on his mind was how she had achieved the impossible feat of apperating into Hogwarts.
"How did you...Did you apperated," he asked stringing two sentences together. Malfoy too was shocked. He had read that Hogwarts was impenetrable. That caused him to wonder how she had gotten in. He for one could apperate.
He had taken the test the very day it was legal for him to be able to apperate. He found flooing and portkeys for amateurs and he prided himself a professional. But the mudblood, how had she managed to get into Hogwarts?
"Umm...I don't know how I got here. My molecular structure just broke apart and yeah..." Hermione trailed off as she tried to explain the experience that she had just had. It was quite hard as she couldn't find words to describe the exhilaration, the thrill she had felt when she felt her blood pounding in her ears as she flew.
She closed her eyes momentarily and relived the feeling. Both Dumbledore and Malfoy looked at her queerly. Suddenly Dumbledore was hit with realization.
"You didn't apperate. That was shimmering or something close to that. The question now is how did you manage it?" Dumbledore said, jerking Hermione out of her trance.
"Shimmering..." Hermione muttered to herself, willing herself to remember where she had read about it. She repeated the word aloud a few more times but still nothing came to her, yet she knew that in the back of her mind she knew what it was.
"Shimmering a form of transportation used by an extremely powerful demon type," Malfoy said. Hermione's head shot up when Malfoy muttered those words. Finally all the stored information came rushing to her.
They didn't come into contact with the wizarding world and chose to terrorize the muggle folk. There were bands of witches and wizards who were extremely powerful and the wizard world fearing that they might bring on its destruction kept them in the dark.
These witches and wizards worked either on the good or bad side. They constantly battled each other and they were powerful enough to do magic without the aid of a wand. There were only a rare few of them. None of them knew of her world.
Hermione wondered how she could shimmer and she felt a headache coming on as she felt as though she was experiencing an information overload.
Malfoy realized that Hermione shimmering meant that she was somehow connected to those demons. He knew about shimmering as it had come up in one of the Defense against the dark arts lessons. He had mused on him of all people learning Defense against the dark arts.
He needed no explanation for his amusement. His family name spoke for itself. Smirking he took in the sight of an extremely flustered Granger.
Dumbledore was in deep thought as he wondered how this muggle born witch had acquired such powers. If this got out the Daily Prophet would have a field day. For once in his life he didn't fully understand the situation and didn't have a proper plan.
He wondered if she knew; if she knew about what these newly acquired powers of her's meant.
AN:Today my tactic to get you guys to review is to guilt you. Do you know how long I spend typing one chapter? Will it take that much effort to just click the button and leave your thoughts. Smilez I'm such a loser. Kkz I'm outie. The next chapter is nearly complete. It'll be up by Wednesday next week