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I am sooo sorry abt the thoughts of the characters.. its annoying that i can't get them to be in italics and bold like i want them to be.. ive tried note pad.. word document.. everything
so if u know a way to fix this pleeasseee email me
so for now.. the things in the () are the character's thoughts..
so enjoy!
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A loud whistle blew over the chaotic platform, crowded with chattering witches and wizards cloaked in black hogwarts robes. The mere sight of her schoolmates lifted Hermione spirits and made her feel like it was her very first time again.
She slowly made her way into the platform, dragging her trunk behind her. Despite her warm clothes, and the humid heat of the platform, she couldn't stop shivering. The dream replayed itself vividly in her mind. Moving to distract herself from the dreadful images, she lifted her head and searched the crowd for a familiar face.
She spotted a wizard of 17, his shock of unruly black hair ruffled and his emerald green eyes twinkling at the sight of her. A wide smile broke over his features and he waved enthusiastically.
"HERMIONE!!" he shouted over the heads of Dean and Seamus, straining his neck in an attempt to stand out in the crowd.
Hermione smiled brightly, and rushed towards her best friend. "Harry!" she squealed hugging him tightly. He laughed and swung her around in a tight hug and set her back down, his green eyes full of laughter.
"How have you been?" Hermione asked smiling
"Ah the usual. The muggles have softened a bit but I'm glad to be back! How about you?"
Before she could reply, a familiar voice rose over the noise, reaching them. "HARRY!!! MIONE! Over here!!"
Hermione didn't have to look up to recognize the voice. Only one person called her 'mione.(Ron…uh oh… Ron...)
The tall, red haired weasley scanned the crowd for his two best friends anxiously. His mother continued to reprimand the twins Fred and George for setting off their firework display near the train tracks.
"OH! Come on, MUM!" Fred whined. "You're no fun!"
"Besides," George added, grinning from ear to ear. "We can't pass up the opportunity to advertise for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes."
Tuning out their protests, his eager blue eyes finally spotted Harry and Hermione a few feet away and he ran up to them, a wide grin appearing on his freckled face.
"HARRY!! MIONE! Over here!!"
Harry turned and grinned at Ron as he came hurtling towards them " Hallo mate! Have a good summer?!" he asked
"As good as it gets with the ORDER hopping around at the burrow," he said, flashing hermione his famous lopsided grin.
Hermione looked up at last, her full lips curling into a small smile (Merlin. She looks fantastic… beautiful) He blinked (…as a friend of course) He found himself staring at her and shook his head lightly, red tinting his ear lobes as he smiled again.
"Mione…" he said breathlessly, his heart hammering as he stepped closer to her. He pulled her into a tight hug, breathing in her fresh scent. "I've missed you, …" he murmured into her hair "…and Harry of course" he added after a moment.
Hermione smiled, her head against his shoulder. "I've missed you guys too…" she replied, every nerve ending in her body tingling as Ron's arms tightened around her.
(You'll lose EVERYTHING that u love. )
She shivered at the memory of that voice and pulled back abruptly. She blinked back tears and looked up at Ron. (Merlin. He had grown taller over the summer) She took a good look at him, her heart thudding.
His windblown red hair contrasted his deep startling blue eyes. Hours of quidditch training had turned his once lanky body into a muscular one. In short, Ronald Arthur Weasley had turned into the man of every woman's dreams… including hers.
She blushed at the thought as his deep voice asked enquiringly " 'Mione… you ok?"
His azure orbs held confusion at her rather detached behavior.
(God. How can I resist him?)
Voldemort's high voice resonated in her mind again and she flinched.
"Yes… yes… I'm fine…"
Just then, Professor McGonagall's firm voice reached her ears. "Head Girl and Head boys to the head compartment please" she said, her eyes twinkling down at them.
"Mr. Potter. Ms. Granger. Mr. Weasley." She nodded in acknowledgement.
Ron, Hermione and Harry had been made joint heads as the professors and Dumbledore decided that it would indeed be a shame to split them. Almost the whole school had unanimously approved this decision, except for the slytherins of course. That was however, expected.
Harry, Ron and hermione had dealt a difficult 6th year, with Harry trying to cope with Sirius' death and the war raging on. The three friends had grown closer and now were virtually inseparable.
The trio made their way into the compartment and sat down facing each other. The train ride was uneventful as they talked for a while and then fell into a peaceful silence.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Hermione resumed reading Hogwarts, a history, while Ron and Harry busied themselves by reading quidditch magazines.
All throughout the journey, Hermione kept stealing glances at Ron. She loved the way his eyes lit up when he was excited and his arms made wild gestures in an attempt to convey his point. She stared at him until he turned and caught her eye, smiling softly.
She sighed remembering Dumbledore's advice.
("Your greatest strength and your greatest weakness is the love you hold for a certain redhead. There are ways that Voldemort can exploit that love. ")
She had been utterly bewildered at these words but now they came back to her, as clear as the rays of dawn.
(If I'm not careful… Voldemort will hurt Ron… MY Ron…) She shook her head slightly. (When did I become so possessive? MY RON!?! What am I thinking!?!? Nevertheless he is my best friend… and I am a little worried about him…Ok All right! I am REALLY worried about him.)
She took a few deep breaths to calm her beating heart. (Just a friend…just a friend…) She repeated to herself. Now, if only she could make herself believe it.
Before they knew it, the train came to a screeching halt. Hermione stood firmly… a look of determination upon her face. (I have to stay away from Ron… I will give Voldemort NO reason to hurt him.)
"MIONE!!!!! Hurry up!!!!!! I'm starving!!" she heard Ron's voice floating back toward her. Hermione shook her head and followed her two best friends out of the compartment
The next morning, Hermione dragged her feet into the common room; her eyes betraying her sleep-deprived self. Dark circles surrounded her eyelids, giving her a rather ghostly appearance.
(I need sleep… some sleep…without nightmares about Voldemort…)
Ron and Harry were standing near the entrance waiting for her impatiently. "'Mione! We've been waiting forever." Harry frowned at her. She trudged across the common room slowly, yawning. She had had another night haunted by nightmares of Ron's death.
She looked up at him now and noticed a concerned frown creasing his freckled forehead. His blue eyes were crunched in concentration, as if he were trying to think. (And knowing Ronald Weasley… THAT in itself was saying something.)
She chuckled to herself and shook her mass of brown curls. A peculiar look overcame both Harry's and Ron's faces as she forced herself to stop giggling. (...Now I am really going insane…)
"'Mione… are u sure you're ok? Maybe u need some more sleep…" Ron's deep voice brought her back to her senses.
"NO!!" she said, more forcefully than she had intended. Harry and Ron exchanged another worried glance.
"Okay. Okay!"
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Ron steadily ate through his second helping of bacon and eggs sitting across from Hermione and Harry who were engaged in a heated argument about the importance of Quidditch in Harry's life.
Ron's eyes were fixed on Hermione's face, as though entranced by her beautiful features. Her hair was longer than it had been last year and had gained a lot of luster giving it the appearance of shiny bronze.
He suddenly found himself fighting an urge to run his hands through her soft hair. So great was the impulse that he almost reached over, his hand hovering a few centimeters away from her curls. A wispy strand brushed the tip of his calloused finger and a slight chill ran through him. Coming to his senses, he quickly withdrew his hand before he completely lost control of himself.
(Since when did she evoke such powerful emotions in me?) He questioned himself, looking down at his breakfast plate for an answer.
(It must be the hunger.) He shrugged his shoulders and dismissed the thought as quickly as it had penetrated his tired mind.
"All students, please evacuate the Great Hall immediately and proceed to your respective common rooms immediately. Prefects will report to Professor Snape's office" Professor McGonagall's voice rang through the Great Hall.
A deafening silence filled the hall for a moment as if waiting for an explanation, before the sound of chairs scraping and rustling of robes replaced the silence.
"All students except Ms. Hermione granger…" Hermione and Harry stopped arguing and looked up at McGonagall, evidently shocked. " Please report to the Headmaster's office ... JUST Ms. Granger" she added after a sharp glance at Ron and Harry.
Once the Great Hall was empty, Ron and Harry walked Hermione to the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. When they reached the hidden staircase, they found McGonagall waiting for Hermione, her wrinkled face set in stone.
Before McGonagall could say anything, Ron exclaimed loudly, addressing her
"Whatever Professor Dumbledore needs to tell Hermione, we want to be with her…"
Professor McGonagall turned her sharp cat eyes on Ron and eyed him closely, remaining silent. Her gray hair twinkled in the sunlight and she looked older than Ron had ever remembered.
"Mr. Weasley, we appreciate your concern. However, it is necessary that Ms. Granger go alone… You'll understand when the time comes. But for now, it is Ms. Granger's time" she said firmly.
Ron started to protest again when he felt Harry jab his side with his wand. He fell silent, although he threw insults at the absurdity of the situation under his breath.
"Candy Swirl" McGonagall uttered and the gargoyle turned revealing the spiral case enclosed within. "Ms. Granger…" she motioned for Hermione to step up the staircase.
Hermione stepped on the staircase and she disappeared from sight as it carried her into the headmaster's office. Ron and Harry watched her before turning to Professor McGonagall.
"Mr. Weasley… Mr. Potter… as head boys I want you to inform the students in each of the common rooms that classes have been cancelled today… Then, you will ask the prefects to keep guard over the common rooms and prohibit anyone from leaving them. When you are finished, you may return to Gryffindor's common room and do the same yourselves."
"B-But what about Herm--"
"She will report back to Gryffindor's common room when she is finished with her talk with the headmaster."
Ron and Harry nodded mutely before turning and heading down the hall. Harry silently glanced back at McGonagall who was still standing down the hallway, looking more anxious and worried than he had seen her ever before. Then she turned and left, her footsteps echoing hollow down the hallways
"Professor?" Hermione said peeking from behind the doorway. She found Professor Dumbledore stroking his pet phoenix, Fawkes, his back to her.
She cautiously walked into the circular room and prompted again, a little louder this time. "Professor?"
Professor Dumbledore turned slowly, his face betraying no emotion.
"Ms. Granger…." Dumbledore said before heaving a huge sigh that throttled the secure atmosphere in the office.
"I'm afraid I have grave news for you my dear…" he said motioning at her to come closer.
As Hermione neared Dumbledore, she couldn't help but notice something alien in his blue eyes.
Tears.
An overwhelming sense of fear and dread settled in the pits of her stomach.
"Wh—What is it… Pr—Professor?"
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Bwahahah! More suspense! Dun dun dun!!!
THANKS to my first reviewers!! Keeeppp reviewing!! The more feedback I get the better I wriittee :-D
Hehehehehehe
I am sooo sorry abt the thoughts of the characters.. its annoying that i can't get them to be in italics and bold like i want them to be.. ive tried note pad.. word document.. everything
so if u know a way to fix this pleeasseee email me
so for now.. the things in the () are the character's thoughts..
so enjoy!
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A loud whistle blew over the chaotic platform, crowded with chattering witches and wizards cloaked in black hogwarts robes. The mere sight of her schoolmates lifted Hermione spirits and made her feel like it was her very first time again.
She slowly made her way into the platform, dragging her trunk behind her. Despite her warm clothes, and the humid heat of the platform, she couldn't stop shivering. The dream replayed itself vividly in her mind. Moving to distract herself from the dreadful images, she lifted her head and searched the crowd for a familiar face.
She spotted a wizard of 17, his shock of unruly black hair ruffled and his emerald green eyes twinkling at the sight of her. A wide smile broke over his features and he waved enthusiastically.
"HERMIONE!!" he shouted over the heads of Dean and Seamus, straining his neck in an attempt to stand out in the crowd.
Hermione smiled brightly, and rushed towards her best friend. "Harry!" she squealed hugging him tightly. He laughed and swung her around in a tight hug and set her back down, his green eyes full of laughter.
"How have you been?" Hermione asked smiling
"Ah the usual. The muggles have softened a bit but I'm glad to be back! How about you?"
Before she could reply, a familiar voice rose over the noise, reaching them. "HARRY!!! MIONE! Over here!!"
Hermione didn't have to look up to recognize the voice. Only one person called her 'mione.(Ron…uh oh… Ron...)
The tall, red haired weasley scanned the crowd for his two best friends anxiously. His mother continued to reprimand the twins Fred and George for setting off their firework display near the train tracks.
"OH! Come on, MUM!" Fred whined. "You're no fun!"
"Besides," George added, grinning from ear to ear. "We can't pass up the opportunity to advertise for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes."
Tuning out their protests, his eager blue eyes finally spotted Harry and Hermione a few feet away and he ran up to them, a wide grin appearing on his freckled face.
"HARRY!! MIONE! Over here!!"
Harry turned and grinned at Ron as he came hurtling towards them " Hallo mate! Have a good summer?!" he asked
"As good as it gets with the ORDER hopping around at the burrow," he said, flashing hermione his famous lopsided grin.
Hermione looked up at last, her full lips curling into a small smile (Merlin. She looks fantastic… beautiful) He blinked (…as a friend of course) He found himself staring at her and shook his head lightly, red tinting his ear lobes as he smiled again.
"Mione…" he said breathlessly, his heart hammering as he stepped closer to her. He pulled her into a tight hug, breathing in her fresh scent. "I've missed you, …" he murmured into her hair "…and Harry of course" he added after a moment.
Hermione smiled, her head against his shoulder. "I've missed you guys too…" she replied, every nerve ending in her body tingling as Ron's arms tightened around her.
(You'll lose EVERYTHING that u love. )
She shivered at the memory of that voice and pulled back abruptly. She blinked back tears and looked up at Ron. (Merlin. He had grown taller over the summer) She took a good look at him, her heart thudding.
His windblown red hair contrasted his deep startling blue eyes. Hours of quidditch training had turned his once lanky body into a muscular one. In short, Ronald Arthur Weasley had turned into the man of every woman's dreams… including hers.
She blushed at the thought as his deep voice asked enquiringly " 'Mione… you ok?"
His azure orbs held confusion at her rather detached behavior.
(God. How can I resist him?)
Voldemort's high voice resonated in her mind again and she flinched.
"Yes… yes… I'm fine…"
Just then, Professor McGonagall's firm voice reached her ears. "Head Girl and Head boys to the head compartment please" she said, her eyes twinkling down at them.
"Mr. Potter. Ms. Granger. Mr. Weasley." She nodded in acknowledgement.
Ron, Hermione and Harry had been made joint heads as the professors and Dumbledore decided that it would indeed be a shame to split them. Almost the whole school had unanimously approved this decision, except for the slytherins of course. That was however, expected.
Harry, Ron and hermione had dealt a difficult 6th year, with Harry trying to cope with Sirius' death and the war raging on. The three friends had grown closer and now were virtually inseparable.
The trio made their way into the compartment and sat down facing each other. The train ride was uneventful as they talked for a while and then fell into a peaceful silence.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Hermione resumed reading Hogwarts, a history, while Ron and Harry busied themselves by reading quidditch magazines.
All throughout the journey, Hermione kept stealing glances at Ron. She loved the way his eyes lit up when he was excited and his arms made wild gestures in an attempt to convey his point. She stared at him until he turned and caught her eye, smiling softly.
She sighed remembering Dumbledore's advice.
("Your greatest strength and your greatest weakness is the love you hold for a certain redhead. There are ways that Voldemort can exploit that love. ")
She had been utterly bewildered at these words but now they came back to her, as clear as the rays of dawn.
(If I'm not careful… Voldemort will hurt Ron… MY Ron…) She shook her head slightly. (When did I become so possessive? MY RON!?! What am I thinking!?!? Nevertheless he is my best friend… and I am a little worried about him…Ok All right! I am REALLY worried about him.)
She took a few deep breaths to calm her beating heart. (Just a friend…just a friend…) She repeated to herself. Now, if only she could make herself believe it.
Before they knew it, the train came to a screeching halt. Hermione stood firmly… a look of determination upon her face. (I have to stay away from Ron… I will give Voldemort NO reason to hurt him.)
"MIONE!!!!! Hurry up!!!!!! I'm starving!!" she heard Ron's voice floating back toward her. Hermione shook her head and followed her two best friends out of the compartment
The next morning, Hermione dragged her feet into the common room; her eyes betraying her sleep-deprived self. Dark circles surrounded her eyelids, giving her a rather ghostly appearance.
(I need sleep… some sleep…without nightmares about Voldemort…)
Ron and Harry were standing near the entrance waiting for her impatiently. "'Mione! We've been waiting forever." Harry frowned at her. She trudged across the common room slowly, yawning. She had had another night haunted by nightmares of Ron's death.
She looked up at him now and noticed a concerned frown creasing his freckled forehead. His blue eyes were crunched in concentration, as if he were trying to think. (And knowing Ronald Weasley… THAT in itself was saying something.)
She chuckled to herself and shook her mass of brown curls. A peculiar look overcame both Harry's and Ron's faces as she forced herself to stop giggling. (...Now I am really going insane…)
"'Mione… are u sure you're ok? Maybe u need some more sleep…" Ron's deep voice brought her back to her senses.
"NO!!" she said, more forcefully than she had intended. Harry and Ron exchanged another worried glance.
"Okay. Okay!"
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Ron steadily ate through his second helping of bacon and eggs sitting across from Hermione and Harry who were engaged in a heated argument about the importance of Quidditch in Harry's life.
Ron's eyes were fixed on Hermione's face, as though entranced by her beautiful features. Her hair was longer than it had been last year and had gained a lot of luster giving it the appearance of shiny bronze.
He suddenly found himself fighting an urge to run his hands through her soft hair. So great was the impulse that he almost reached over, his hand hovering a few centimeters away from her curls. A wispy strand brushed the tip of his calloused finger and a slight chill ran through him. Coming to his senses, he quickly withdrew his hand before he completely lost control of himself.
(Since when did she evoke such powerful emotions in me?) He questioned himself, looking down at his breakfast plate for an answer.
(It must be the hunger.) He shrugged his shoulders and dismissed the thought as quickly as it had penetrated his tired mind.
"All students, please evacuate the Great Hall immediately and proceed to your respective common rooms immediately. Prefects will report to Professor Snape's office" Professor McGonagall's voice rang through the Great Hall.
A deafening silence filled the hall for a moment as if waiting for an explanation, before the sound of chairs scraping and rustling of robes replaced the silence.
"All students except Ms. Hermione granger…" Hermione and Harry stopped arguing and looked up at McGonagall, evidently shocked. " Please report to the Headmaster's office ... JUST Ms. Granger" she added after a sharp glance at Ron and Harry.
Once the Great Hall was empty, Ron and Harry walked Hermione to the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. When they reached the hidden staircase, they found McGonagall waiting for Hermione, her wrinkled face set in stone.
Before McGonagall could say anything, Ron exclaimed loudly, addressing her
"Whatever Professor Dumbledore needs to tell Hermione, we want to be with her…"
Professor McGonagall turned her sharp cat eyes on Ron and eyed him closely, remaining silent. Her gray hair twinkled in the sunlight and she looked older than Ron had ever remembered.
"Mr. Weasley, we appreciate your concern. However, it is necessary that Ms. Granger go alone… You'll understand when the time comes. But for now, it is Ms. Granger's time" she said firmly.
Ron started to protest again when he felt Harry jab his side with his wand. He fell silent, although he threw insults at the absurdity of the situation under his breath.
"Candy Swirl" McGonagall uttered and the gargoyle turned revealing the spiral case enclosed within. "Ms. Granger…" she motioned for Hermione to step up the staircase.
Hermione stepped on the staircase and she disappeared from sight as it carried her into the headmaster's office. Ron and Harry watched her before turning to Professor McGonagall.
"Mr. Weasley… Mr. Potter… as head boys I want you to inform the students in each of the common rooms that classes have been cancelled today… Then, you will ask the prefects to keep guard over the common rooms and prohibit anyone from leaving them. When you are finished, you may return to Gryffindor's common room and do the same yourselves."
"B-But what about Herm--"
"She will report back to Gryffindor's common room when she is finished with her talk with the headmaster."
Ron and Harry nodded mutely before turning and heading down the hall. Harry silently glanced back at McGonagall who was still standing down the hallway, looking more anxious and worried than he had seen her ever before. Then she turned and left, her footsteps echoing hollow down the hallways
"Professor?" Hermione said peeking from behind the doorway. She found Professor Dumbledore stroking his pet phoenix, Fawkes, his back to her.
She cautiously walked into the circular room and prompted again, a little louder this time. "Professor?"
Professor Dumbledore turned slowly, his face betraying no emotion.
"Ms. Granger…." Dumbledore said before heaving a huge sigh that throttled the secure atmosphere in the office.
"I'm afraid I have grave news for you my dear…" he said motioning at her to come closer.
As Hermione neared Dumbledore, she couldn't help but notice something alien in his blue eyes.
Tears.
An overwhelming sense of fear and dread settled in the pits of her stomach.
"Wh—What is it… Pr—Professor?"
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Bwahahah! More suspense! Dun dun dun!!!
THANKS to my first reviewers!! Keeeppp reviewing!! The more feedback I get the better I wriittee :-D
Hehehehehehe