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" W- What is it P-Professor?" Hermione asked, her voice trembling with anxiety.
"It's…." the greatest wizard of the age sighed again " You better sit down Ms. Granger"
Without waiting for a response he conjured a comfortable looking couch and sat on it. He motioned for Hermione to do the same.
"Ms. Granger… Hermione… Your parents were attacked last night… I'm sorry to be the one telling you this, but…"
Hermione's eyes widened and she moved backwards on the couch.
"They are alright aren't they?" Hermione asked begging for Dumbledore to agree.
Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on her shoulder
"Your mother didn't make it Hermione…"
"No..." she whispered. "NO…" her voice grew louder.
"My dear child…" Dumbledore said, his voice steady and calm, his face weary and tired.
"NO… Professor… I- It c-can't be t-true… my mum…" Silent tears cascaded down her cheeks and she trembled, (So Cold… I'm so cold).
A sense of complete surrealism overtook her and she shook slightly, wrapping her arms around herself. She looked up at Dumbledore only to see him look defeated and worn out. He held out his hand to her slowly. She paused and looked at his hand blankly, unsure of what she was supposed to do.
For the very first time in her life, Hermione Granger found herself incapable of forming a coherent thought. She looked at Dumbledore, her face blank, rocking herself back and forth. Memories washed over her like faded colors, and she felt herself locked in position. Unable to move. Unable to feel.
Dumbledore's hand moved over her own and she shook her head.
"Hermione… there's more… that you must know. I would love to keep this from you and allow you to grieve. But you MUST know…"
Hermione sat silently, her silence urging Dumbledore to go on.
" It was the death eaters. They know when and where to strike Hermione. They know that YOU are the brains of the golden trio. I fear what is yet to come. However, I know you're strong. Dear child, I do not wish to impose any more restrictions on you…What do you want to do?"
"Where is my father?" Hermione asked, her voice cracking a little.
"He's at the burrow, with Molly and Arthur… you can go as soon as you would like… and stay there for however long you want if you feel safer there"
Dumbledore sighed and continued, worry creasing his wrinkled face "Professor Flitwick is dead too Hermione. The charms classroom is in shambles. That's why classes are cancelled today. The castle has been searched thoroughly… still there might be no hogwarts tomorrow…"
"B-But Professor… Hogwarts can't close down… If Hogwarts isn't safe… no other place is… You c-can't do that to the students… Please…" she pleaded, her eyes reflecting pain, sorrow, anger and determination all at once.
She hiccupped, choking on her tears, as Dumbledore smiled slowly at her
"Hermione… You truly are a wonderful young woman… brave, strong, and caring. We need more of you with us…now go pack… I trust Harry and Ron to help you with that…"
"…Yes Professor…" she whispered. She looked up at Dumbledore and wiped her tears away furiously.
"and Professor…" she said, a dangerous fire burning in her dark eyes.
"I plan on being back in a week. I wont give V-Voldemort the satisfaction of having defeated me sir. No. I will avenge my mom's death. Even if I perish in the process"
Dumbledore looked at the fiery young woman before him and couldn't help but notice a bud of immense pride blossom inside him. (Here is a true witch…)
"Hermione, my child… I am very proud of you…I wish you all the luck…Remus will be waiting for you at the entrance…"
Hermione nodded mutely and swallowed back another torrent of tears that threatened to overcome her. She made an attempt to stand up as her knees wobbled dangerously. She grabbed the arm of the couch to steady herself. Her head throbbed with pain and tears pricked the back of her eyes.
(I won't cry again. I won't be weak), she counseled herself. She grabbed the doorknob and twisted it when she heard Dumbledore's voice again
"Hermione… It isn't weak to cry. It's alright to grieve. I believe you owe that to your mother"
At these words, the dam of emotion burst through and with it came the wet salty tears, flowing freely down the cheeks of the heartbroken young witch. Hermione gave Dumbledore a small nod and ran out the door, leaving behind a chamber heavy with melancholy and gloom.
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Ron and Harry paced the common room impatiently, waiting for their bushy-haired friend to come bursting through the portrait. As head boys, they had informed the rest of the school that there would be no classes all day and that they were to stay in their common rooms until further notice.
While the rest of the Gryffindors amused themselves by playing Exploding Snap, reading or idle gossiping, Harry and Ron anxiously looked at the portrait of the Fat Lady, as though willing her to let Hermione walk in. Not even a game of barbaric wizard's chess could calm their frightened hearts.
Ron ran his fingers through his disheveled red hair, sighing for the hundredth time that evening. Harry was too frustrated to notice the curious glances that the rest of their classmates threw at them in regular intervals.
"That's it." Harry heard Ron say angrily.
"What?"
"I'm going to find her… she's been gone for more than an hour," Ron said again, his tone dropping to a whisper.
Harry nodded in agreement and looked towards the window. Rain was pouring in torrential thickness, the inky black sky tainted with the shadows of premonition.
(Something's wrong… Something's definitely wrong.)
The queasy feeling in Harry's stomach increased tenfold.
"Ginny!!" he called out urgently, alarm cutting through him like a dagger.
Ginny appeared along with Luna Lovegood, as though by apparition.
"Harry? What's wrong?"
Harry frowned as he regarded Ginny Weasley with his emerald orbs. " You're in charge, see to it that no one leaves the common room. Use your prefect privileges if you have to. Ron and I are going in search of Hermione"
Ginny nodded solemnly and glanced at her older brother, her eyes reflecting a strange emotion that Harry couldn't quite place.
"Let's go" Ron said before disappearing through the portrait hole. Harry shot Ginny another glance and followed Ron.
Ron and Harry walked swiftly, their robes sweeping the floor, looking for Hermione frantically. As they turned a corner, a mass of brown and black tumbled onto them, knocking the wind out of them.
Ron and Harry watched, as their bushy hair friend lay slumped on the ground, crying her heart out. Bewildered and scared, Ron and Harry watched her for a moment before kneeling down beside her.
" 'Mione…" Ron whispered brushing a lock of hair from her face. Hermione turned to look up at him and he gasped. Her heart shaped face was wet with tears, her eyes brimming with pain and fear. Her coffee colored gaze met his blue ones and she flinched slightly, as if seeing him brought back pain.
His heart tore itself to shreds as he watched his best friend broken, shattered, and completely helpless. He glanced at Harry's worried face before putting an arm around Hermione's small waist and lifting her up on her feet.
Hermione clung to him like a frightened cub, refusing to let go of his shirt. Her petite body racked with silent sobs as she lay cowering in his strong arms. He stroked her hair and whispered soothingly to her.
"Shh.. Whatever it is… It'll be ok 'Mione… don't cry please, we're here… We love you… We'd do anything for you… just please don't cry"
This was obviously the wrong thing for Ron to say as Hermione pulled back abruptly. Her hand let go of the tight hold on his shirt and a frightened look came over her tear-streaked face as though she had just realized where she was.
"Ron… No. Please no… get away from me…" she sobbed.
Ron looked taken aback, immediately missing the soft warmth of her body. His hand reached out to her again, but she jerked away.
Then, without another word, she turned and ran, leaving behind a puzzled Ron, who felt a strange pain clenching his chest.
" 'Mione…." He whispered painfully, his words falling to deaf ears and retreating footsteps echoing down the hallway.
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I know this chapter was kinda short but I wanted to update so here it is!!
PLEEAASSSEEEE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do write much better with feedback.
thank you so much colleen for reviewing!!! i appreciate your encouragement
i didn't get many reviews =[ am i that bad of a writer?
oh well.. please continue reading
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" W- What is it P-Professor?" Hermione asked, her voice trembling with anxiety.
"It's…." the greatest wizard of the age sighed again " You better sit down Ms. Granger"
Without waiting for a response he conjured a comfortable looking couch and sat on it. He motioned for Hermione to do the same.
"Ms. Granger… Hermione… Your parents were attacked last night… I'm sorry to be the one telling you this, but…"
Hermione's eyes widened and she moved backwards on the couch.
"They are alright aren't they?" Hermione asked begging for Dumbledore to agree.
Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on her shoulder
"Your mother didn't make it Hermione…"
"No..." she whispered. "NO…" her voice grew louder.
"My dear child…" Dumbledore said, his voice steady and calm, his face weary and tired.
"NO… Professor… I- It c-can't be t-true… my mum…" Silent tears cascaded down her cheeks and she trembled, (So Cold… I'm so cold).
A sense of complete surrealism overtook her and she shook slightly, wrapping her arms around herself. She looked up at Dumbledore only to see him look defeated and worn out. He held out his hand to her slowly. She paused and looked at his hand blankly, unsure of what she was supposed to do.
For the very first time in her life, Hermione Granger found herself incapable of forming a coherent thought. She looked at Dumbledore, her face blank, rocking herself back and forth. Memories washed over her like faded colors, and she felt herself locked in position. Unable to move. Unable to feel.
Dumbledore's hand moved over her own and she shook her head.
"Hermione… there's more… that you must know. I would love to keep this from you and allow you to grieve. But you MUST know…"
Hermione sat silently, her silence urging Dumbledore to go on.
" It was the death eaters. They know when and where to strike Hermione. They know that YOU are the brains of the golden trio. I fear what is yet to come. However, I know you're strong. Dear child, I do not wish to impose any more restrictions on you…What do you want to do?"
"Where is my father?" Hermione asked, her voice cracking a little.
"He's at the burrow, with Molly and Arthur… you can go as soon as you would like… and stay there for however long you want if you feel safer there"
Dumbledore sighed and continued, worry creasing his wrinkled face "Professor Flitwick is dead too Hermione. The charms classroom is in shambles. That's why classes are cancelled today. The castle has been searched thoroughly… still there might be no hogwarts tomorrow…"
"B-But Professor… Hogwarts can't close down… If Hogwarts isn't safe… no other place is… You c-can't do that to the students… Please…" she pleaded, her eyes reflecting pain, sorrow, anger and determination all at once.
She hiccupped, choking on her tears, as Dumbledore smiled slowly at her
"Hermione… You truly are a wonderful young woman… brave, strong, and caring. We need more of you with us…now go pack… I trust Harry and Ron to help you with that…"
"…Yes Professor…" she whispered. She looked up at Dumbledore and wiped her tears away furiously.
"and Professor…" she said, a dangerous fire burning in her dark eyes.
"I plan on being back in a week. I wont give V-Voldemort the satisfaction of having defeated me sir. No. I will avenge my mom's death. Even if I perish in the process"
Dumbledore looked at the fiery young woman before him and couldn't help but notice a bud of immense pride blossom inside him. (Here is a true witch…)
"Hermione, my child… I am very proud of you…I wish you all the luck…Remus will be waiting for you at the entrance…"
Hermione nodded mutely and swallowed back another torrent of tears that threatened to overcome her. She made an attempt to stand up as her knees wobbled dangerously. She grabbed the arm of the couch to steady herself. Her head throbbed with pain and tears pricked the back of her eyes.
(I won't cry again. I won't be weak), she counseled herself. She grabbed the doorknob and twisted it when she heard Dumbledore's voice again
"Hermione… It isn't weak to cry. It's alright to grieve. I believe you owe that to your mother"
At these words, the dam of emotion burst through and with it came the wet salty tears, flowing freely down the cheeks of the heartbroken young witch. Hermione gave Dumbledore a small nod and ran out the door, leaving behind a chamber heavy with melancholy and gloom.
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Ron and Harry paced the common room impatiently, waiting for their bushy-haired friend to come bursting through the portrait. As head boys, they had informed the rest of the school that there would be no classes all day and that they were to stay in their common rooms until further notice.
While the rest of the Gryffindors amused themselves by playing Exploding Snap, reading or idle gossiping, Harry and Ron anxiously looked at the portrait of the Fat Lady, as though willing her to let Hermione walk in. Not even a game of barbaric wizard's chess could calm their frightened hearts.
Ron ran his fingers through his disheveled red hair, sighing for the hundredth time that evening. Harry was too frustrated to notice the curious glances that the rest of their classmates threw at them in regular intervals.
"That's it." Harry heard Ron say angrily.
"What?"
"I'm going to find her… she's been gone for more than an hour," Ron said again, his tone dropping to a whisper.
Harry nodded in agreement and looked towards the window. Rain was pouring in torrential thickness, the inky black sky tainted with the shadows of premonition.
(Something's wrong… Something's definitely wrong.)
The queasy feeling in Harry's stomach increased tenfold.
"Ginny!!" he called out urgently, alarm cutting through him like a dagger.
Ginny appeared along with Luna Lovegood, as though by apparition.
"Harry? What's wrong?"
Harry frowned as he regarded Ginny Weasley with his emerald orbs. " You're in charge, see to it that no one leaves the common room. Use your prefect privileges if you have to. Ron and I are going in search of Hermione"
Ginny nodded solemnly and glanced at her older brother, her eyes reflecting a strange emotion that Harry couldn't quite place.
"Let's go" Ron said before disappearing through the portrait hole. Harry shot Ginny another glance and followed Ron.
Ron and Harry walked swiftly, their robes sweeping the floor, looking for Hermione frantically. As they turned a corner, a mass of brown and black tumbled onto them, knocking the wind out of them.
Ron and Harry watched, as their bushy hair friend lay slumped on the ground, crying her heart out. Bewildered and scared, Ron and Harry watched her for a moment before kneeling down beside her.
" 'Mione…" Ron whispered brushing a lock of hair from her face. Hermione turned to look up at him and he gasped. Her heart shaped face was wet with tears, her eyes brimming with pain and fear. Her coffee colored gaze met his blue ones and she flinched slightly, as if seeing him brought back pain.
His heart tore itself to shreds as he watched his best friend broken, shattered, and completely helpless. He glanced at Harry's worried face before putting an arm around Hermione's small waist and lifting her up on her feet.
Hermione clung to him like a frightened cub, refusing to let go of his shirt. Her petite body racked with silent sobs as she lay cowering in his strong arms. He stroked her hair and whispered soothingly to her.
"Shh.. Whatever it is… It'll be ok 'Mione… don't cry please, we're here… We love you… We'd do anything for you… just please don't cry"
This was obviously the wrong thing for Ron to say as Hermione pulled back abruptly. Her hand let go of the tight hold on his shirt and a frightened look came over her tear-streaked face as though she had just realized where she was.
"Ron… No. Please no… get away from me…" she sobbed.
Ron looked taken aback, immediately missing the soft warmth of her body. His hand reached out to her again, but she jerked away.
Then, without another word, she turned and ran, leaving behind a puzzled Ron, who felt a strange pain clenching his chest.
" 'Mione…." He whispered painfully, his words falling to deaf ears and retreating footsteps echoing down the hallway.
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I know this chapter was kinda short but I wanted to update so here it is!!
PLEEAASSSEEEE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do write much better with feedback.