Chapter 23
Letters and Plans
AN:
I'm watching HPSS on ABC...
I seen the comments...
WHATS THIS about Teenage Tension between Hermione and Ron???
There is no Teenage Tension between them unless you're talking about Ron getting mad about the rat 'dieing' and McGollangal taking away Harry's broom.
Sorry... if you can't tell from my other fics... I like H/H
But I really can't write romance... so you dont' really have to worry about it in this fic.
I dont' think so anyway...
ANYWAY my rant is over
and I don't own Harry Potter
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Saturday morning Hermione woke up early, but it was not the gentle transition from unconsciousness to awareness that most students indulged themselves in on the weekends. She had woken up in a cold sweat, a racing pulse, and tears running down her face.
Hermione shivered unconsciously when she remembered the nightmare which had interrupted her sleep; Harry was lying dead at her feet, a mad grin on his face and blood impossibly still gushing out o f the wounds on his wrists. He then got to his feet, blood still flowing out of his wrists, and stared at her with dead eyes before starting to chase her, asking her lifelessly, "You knew I lied, why didn't you tell anyone? You could have kept me from trying this again. Now I'm dead. You could have stopped me."
Harry had continued to chase her, accusing her of letting him down until he had run her off a cliff where she feel screaming until she had woken up violently. She thanked Merlin that she hadn't screamed aloud when she woke up disrupting her roommates' sleep, as she had done before in the past, usually about one of the disturbing events that she had gone through with Harry and Ron.
Hermione got dressed and collected a heavy tome from her bedside and carried it downstairs into the Gryffindor Common Room where she propped her book on the arm of a chair near the blazing fire and curled up reading, trying to soothe her frayed nerves until her friends would come downstairs ready to eat everything in sight for breakfast. Or at least she tried to read. She stared at the pages of the book thinking on the last few weeks of her life, which had been shaken once again. Hermione's life had been flipped upside down more times than she wanted to count. She sat lost in her thoughts about all of the 'surprises' in her life until someone abruptly shut her book, jarring her from her thoughts. She looked up started to see Ron grinning at her, "Stop reading! It's the weekend! Besides its time for breakfast and you should eat breakfast without reading. Hell, you should eat all of your meals without reading! It distracts from the flavor of the food!"
"Honestly!" Hermione exclaimed annoyed. "Do you ever think about anything but your seemingly bottomless pit of a stomach?"
"As long as its full," Ron replied smartly as Hermione grudgingly got up from her chair and joined Harry at the portrait entrance. Harry had been silently watching the interaction of the two, ready to escape if it escalated into one of their famous rows that he just wasn't up to endure watching the impromptu duel.
"Good morning Harry," Hermione told her best friend as they exited the common room.
"Morning," Harry replied with a smile that somehow didn't make it up to his eyes. "What were you reading about?"
"Why would you get her started on that?" Ron demanded. "Now we're going to have to listen to explanations on something we have no idea about."
"If you would pay attention in class then maybe you'd understand it," Hermione spat at the redhead.
"Who wants to know about the dueling style of some dead guy anyway?" Ron asked.
"People who want to duel well!" Hermione retorted. They continued to fight through the corridors and at the Gryffindor table until the post owls arrived. A barn owl settled in front of Hermione bearing a letter.
She stopped arguing with Ron and untied the letter from the owl and opened it. There was a sheet of Muggle paper in the parchment envelope saying;
'Miss Granger,
Pretend that this letter is from your parents. I must discuss some things with you privately. Meet me in the Room of Requirement during Gryffindor Quidditch practice.
Do Not Tell Mr. Potter or Mr. Weasley.
Professor Dumbledore'
"Who's it from?" Ron asked curiously as soon as she was done reading the first paper. "Is it from VICKY?"
"His name is Victor," Hermione glared at him stuffing the letter into one of her pockets. "And not that it's any of your business, but its from my parents."
"Oh," Ron said calming down. He then started in on his breakfast with a vengeance.
Hermione shook her head at her friend's obsessions with Victor Krum and food. She wished that Ron would stop being so jealous all the time because it made him blind to so many other things in life. It was Ron's jealousy that causes Harry and him to fight for weeks on end.
Hermione shook her head slightly refocusing on the letter she had just received. She thought it was peculiar that the headmaster would want to speak with her alone. For all she knew, it could be a trap to kidnap her in order to lure Harry somewhere, like what happened last year. But if it truly was the headmaster who sent he letter then she shouldn't' tell Harry and Ron so she couldn't ask them to come with her.
She sighed as she sliced some apples with a cutting spell and dumped them into her porridge along with some maple syrup making it almost sickeningly sweet, but a good thing to make her alert after waking up too early that morning. Although she knew coffee had the same effect she couldn't stand the bitter taste, beside the fact that Hogwarts did not serve coffee to students. She knew she couldn't got to the Room of Requirement alone, but there were not many people who she trusted to watch her back, and three of them would be at Quidditch practice when she was supposed to go to the meeting. That only left two people, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. She blinked in surprise that she did not trust any of the adults in the school, even the adults that she knew were in the Order, to keep her safe. Then she came to the conclusion that it wasn't all that surprising considering the events of the past couple of years.
"Hey Hermione!" Ron said snapping his fingers in front of her face. "Wake up!"
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Hermione asked jumping slightly.
"You were off with the fairies," Ron said. "I asked you if you were going to watch us practice after lunch."
"Oh… no… I have some plans," Hermione replied.
"What sort of plans?" Harry asked clearly, at least to Hermione, trying to stay a part of the conversation so his friends wouldn't exam him too closely and see something wrong with his eyes.
"I was planning on doing some research…" Hermione said excitingly knowing that would get at least Ron off her back.
"Have fun," Ron said immediately and bit into a cheese Danish.
Hermione shook her head and flashed a grin at Harry, who returned her grin after a moment's hesitation. For the rest of the meal she listened to the boys talk about Quidditch and which tactics they were going to try that afternoon. As soon as she was done eating she excused herself to go and do homework.
She went to the library silently coming up with a plan for that afternoon while pretending to be working on her Potion's essay. She sat tapping her quill to parchment for a half an hour before going to find Neville, deciding that Luna would be too out of it to help her with the plan she had made.
Hermione found Neville in the Gryffindor Common room working furiously on his Transfiguration Essay. She went to his table and tapped him on his shoulder, causing him to jump into the air.
"Sorry Neville, but can we talk?" Hermione asked sitting down.
"Um… okay," Neville said looking nervous.
"I need you to do something for me," Hermione said. "And you agree to do it, you don't have to do it, but if you do, you have to do it no matter what, not even if Merlin himself tries to stop you."
Neville gulped visibly, "If it's so important, why don't you ask Harry or Ron? They're braver than I am."
"Nonsense, you went with us last year and that's why I'm asking you," Hermione said. "Besides, its sort of about Harry and Ron."
Neville blinked and said, "Okay, I'll do it."
"Good, here's the plan."
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AN: There was not enough reviews for me to go on.
Remember... 10 reviews or a cliffie!
Letters and Plans
AN:
I'm watching HPSS on ABC...
I seen the comments...
WHATS THIS about Teenage Tension between Hermione and Ron???
There is no Teenage Tension between them unless you're talking about Ron getting mad about the rat 'dieing' and McGollangal taking away Harry's broom.
Sorry... if you can't tell from my other fics... I like H/H
But I really can't write romance... so you dont' really have to worry about it in this fic.
I dont' think so anyway...
ANYWAY my rant is over
and I don't own Harry Potter
I
I
I
I
V
Saturday morning Hermione woke up early, but it was not the gentle transition from unconsciousness to awareness that most students indulged themselves in on the weekends. She had woken up in a cold sweat, a racing pulse, and tears running down her face.
Hermione shivered unconsciously when she remembered the nightmare which had interrupted her sleep; Harry was lying dead at her feet, a mad grin on his face and blood impossibly still gushing out o f the wounds on his wrists. He then got to his feet, blood still flowing out of his wrists, and stared at her with dead eyes before starting to chase her, asking her lifelessly, "You knew I lied, why didn't you tell anyone? You could have kept me from trying this again. Now I'm dead. You could have stopped me."
Harry had continued to chase her, accusing her of letting him down until he had run her off a cliff where she feel screaming until she had woken up violently. She thanked Merlin that she hadn't screamed aloud when she woke up disrupting her roommates' sleep, as she had done before in the past, usually about one of the disturbing events that she had gone through with Harry and Ron.
Hermione got dressed and collected a heavy tome from her bedside and carried it downstairs into the Gryffindor Common Room where she propped her book on the arm of a chair near the blazing fire and curled up reading, trying to soothe her frayed nerves until her friends would come downstairs ready to eat everything in sight for breakfast. Or at least she tried to read. She stared at the pages of the book thinking on the last few weeks of her life, which had been shaken once again. Hermione's life had been flipped upside down more times than she wanted to count. She sat lost in her thoughts about all of the 'surprises' in her life until someone abruptly shut her book, jarring her from her thoughts. She looked up started to see Ron grinning at her, "Stop reading! It's the weekend! Besides its time for breakfast and you should eat breakfast without reading. Hell, you should eat all of your meals without reading! It distracts from the flavor of the food!"
"Honestly!" Hermione exclaimed annoyed. "Do you ever think about anything but your seemingly bottomless pit of a stomach?"
"As long as its full," Ron replied smartly as Hermione grudgingly got up from her chair and joined Harry at the portrait entrance. Harry had been silently watching the interaction of the two, ready to escape if it escalated into one of their famous rows that he just wasn't up to endure watching the impromptu duel.
"Good morning Harry," Hermione told her best friend as they exited the common room.
"Morning," Harry replied with a smile that somehow didn't make it up to his eyes. "What were you reading about?"
"Why would you get her started on that?" Ron demanded. "Now we're going to have to listen to explanations on something we have no idea about."
"If you would pay attention in class then maybe you'd understand it," Hermione spat at the redhead.
"Who wants to know about the dueling style of some dead guy anyway?" Ron asked.
"People who want to duel well!" Hermione retorted. They continued to fight through the corridors and at the Gryffindor table until the post owls arrived. A barn owl settled in front of Hermione bearing a letter.
She stopped arguing with Ron and untied the letter from the owl and opened it. There was a sheet of Muggle paper in the parchment envelope saying;
'Miss Granger,
Pretend that this letter is from your parents. I must discuss some things with you privately. Meet me in the Room of Requirement during Gryffindor Quidditch practice.
Do Not Tell Mr. Potter or Mr. Weasley.
Professor Dumbledore'
"Who's it from?" Ron asked curiously as soon as she was done reading the first paper. "Is it from VICKY?"
"His name is Victor," Hermione glared at him stuffing the letter into one of her pockets. "And not that it's any of your business, but its from my parents."
"Oh," Ron said calming down. He then started in on his breakfast with a vengeance.
Hermione shook her head at her friend's obsessions with Victor Krum and food. She wished that Ron would stop being so jealous all the time because it made him blind to so many other things in life. It was Ron's jealousy that causes Harry and him to fight for weeks on end.
Hermione shook her head slightly refocusing on the letter she had just received. She thought it was peculiar that the headmaster would want to speak with her alone. For all she knew, it could be a trap to kidnap her in order to lure Harry somewhere, like what happened last year. But if it truly was the headmaster who sent he letter then she shouldn't' tell Harry and Ron so she couldn't ask them to come with her.
She sighed as she sliced some apples with a cutting spell and dumped them into her porridge along with some maple syrup making it almost sickeningly sweet, but a good thing to make her alert after waking up too early that morning. Although she knew coffee had the same effect she couldn't stand the bitter taste, beside the fact that Hogwarts did not serve coffee to students. She knew she couldn't got to the Room of Requirement alone, but there were not many people who she trusted to watch her back, and three of them would be at Quidditch practice when she was supposed to go to the meeting. That only left two people, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. She blinked in surprise that she did not trust any of the adults in the school, even the adults that she knew were in the Order, to keep her safe. Then she came to the conclusion that it wasn't all that surprising considering the events of the past couple of years.
"Hey Hermione!" Ron said snapping his fingers in front of her face. "Wake up!"
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Hermione asked jumping slightly.
"You were off with the fairies," Ron said. "I asked you if you were going to watch us practice after lunch."
"Oh… no… I have some plans," Hermione replied.
"What sort of plans?" Harry asked clearly, at least to Hermione, trying to stay a part of the conversation so his friends wouldn't exam him too closely and see something wrong with his eyes.
"I was planning on doing some research…" Hermione said excitingly knowing that would get at least Ron off her back.
"Have fun," Ron said immediately and bit into a cheese Danish.
Hermione shook her head and flashed a grin at Harry, who returned her grin after a moment's hesitation. For the rest of the meal she listened to the boys talk about Quidditch and which tactics they were going to try that afternoon. As soon as she was done eating she excused herself to go and do homework.
She went to the library silently coming up with a plan for that afternoon while pretending to be working on her Potion's essay. She sat tapping her quill to parchment for a half an hour before going to find Neville, deciding that Luna would be too out of it to help her with the plan she had made.
Hermione found Neville in the Gryffindor Common room working furiously on his Transfiguration Essay. She went to his table and tapped him on his shoulder, causing him to jump into the air.
"Sorry Neville, but can we talk?" Hermione asked sitting down.
"Um… okay," Neville said looking nervous.
"I need you to do something for me," Hermione said. "And you agree to do it, you don't have to do it, but if you do, you have to do it no matter what, not even if Merlin himself tries to stop you."
Neville gulped visibly, "If it's so important, why don't you ask Harry or Ron? They're braver than I am."
"Nonsense, you went with us last year and that's why I'm asking you," Hermione said. "Besides, its sort of about Harry and Ron."
Neville blinked and said, "Okay, I'll do it."
"Good, here's the plan."
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AN: There was not enough reviews for me to go on.
Remember... 10 reviews or a cliffie!