Hello, hello, HELLO!!!!!!
I am so incredibly happy and there are not words to express it. I haven't be able to post on ANY of my stories because, sadly, my internet service provider wouldn't allow it. Evil, huh?
Well, you know that "This page cannot be displayed" message? I got that every time it tried to go to , but magically, today, when I tried to go (because I did so about every two days) it WORKED!
So, after bouncing around in my chair for 20 minutes, I realized I needed to get cracking and post some new story. This time, I haven't posted anything super long, sorry about that, and I will get working on it. I think I am going to have to try to post once a week or so, because my life is getting extremely busy.
Please don't forget my stories and please read them!
--Saquoia--
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Chapter 5 – Along the Road to NowhereHermione kicked a rock in frustration as she and Draco walked down a road. She still couldn't describe her feeling, but she knew it had to be right. There was something going on and it had to involve the Dark Lord.
It was on days like this that Hermione found herself wishing that she weren't 'special', that she had no magic and that she really was a muggle. She just wanted, desperately, to be a normal person that only had to worry about an after school job and how much ice cream she could eat without damaging her figure, not whether one wrong move would send the world into a major disaster or if there was some major government conspiracy going on around her.
Her "partner in crime", Draco Malfoy, was much better suited for this kind of problem. He hadn't ever had any friends, at least none that she had seen, and until she had come along, she hadn't seen him really with anyone in the world. He was the perfect stereotypical "lone hero" type. But, it wasn't as if she couldn't understand why, obviously his home life wasn't that lovely.
Sometimes she wondered whether her entire life was a big scam. Sure, she trusted Albus Dumbledore and his decisions, but lately, her entire world had completely run awry.
Everywhere she turned, everywhere she looked, there was death, evil, crime, the Dark Lord, something was always wrong. There was no place that she could run and hide, there was just no escape anymore. And, to make things harder on her, she didn't have her support force anymore, her long time friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, were gone from her life. They were taking great lengths to detach themselves from her and it made her sad.
But it couldn't make her sad enough to cry. Hermione didn't think she could cry anymore, she had done it so much in the past, it seemed almost impossible now. Whether this was a good skill or not, she didn't know. She couldn't say she was capable at feeling much emotion anymore.
Hermione couldn't squash the nagging feeling that something big was happening, but she had no idea what it was and couldn't, therefore, do anything about it.
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The small figure handed Hermione's wand to the Dark Lord, shivering slightly in the towering shadow the Lord cast. The Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, stretched out his hand to grasp the wand and the moment his fingers touched the wood of her wand, he recoiled and glared at his servant.
"You bring me the wand of a mudblood, Fool." His words seemed to resemble hissing rather than speaking, but they had the desired effect.
"Master, I-" Lord Voldemort held up a hand, silencing the figure.
"I ask for the wand of a pureblood, the one whose presence in this world could help destroy me, and you dare bring me the wand of the lowest creature on this earth?" His words hung in the air, as if goading his servant to answer the question, but to do so would have been suicide.
"Bring me the wand I want."
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Hermione and Draco parted, each promising to write and try to figure out just what was going on in their world now. Although she didn't want to part with Draco, she knew enough to say as much.
She watched him walk away before returning to the muggle part of the world and sadly walking to her house. When she walked inside, her mom wasn't there and she continued to her room.
When she walked in she noticed that there was an owl on her bed. It was a snowy white owl and she recognized it immediately.
"Hedwig," she said and rushed forward to take the letter from her leg. While she did, she wondered what on earth Harry would have to say to her. Hermione took the letter and began to open it when Hedwig clicked her beak.
"You must be hungry," Hermione figured and went to get something suitable for an owl. She returned, handed Hedwig some leftover food from last night, and set about opening the letter.
It wasn't from Harry, as she had originally thought it was, but from Ginny. Hermione wondered, briefly, why Ginny had used Hedwig, but soon forgot her questions and read the letter.
Hermione –
I know you've been reading the Daily Prophet lately, so I don't need to explain what is going on, and I can cut right to it. My father's wand was stolen today. We don't know who took it and he has no idea how it could have disappeared. It was in his pocket the entire time, and then, according to him, it disappeared.
About the same time this happened, Harry complained that his scar was hurting. When dad got home and told us his wand had vanished, Harry collapsed in the middle of the living room and was sprawled out on the floor, muttering something about 'amus umra' or something like that.
Hermione, I'm worried, Harry decided that he needs to end this, ever since he went to Dumbledore's office last year, he seems to think that anything to do with
At this point in the letter, Hermione noticed that Ginny had paused for a long time. The ink on her quill had dripped down onto the paper two times and she had scratched out three words she had written.
Voldemort is his responsibility and Ron's decided that whatever's Harry's business is his. Hermione, Ron thinks he's some kind of super sidekick or something, and I just know he's going to get himself in trouble.
I know you guys aren't talking to each other (my brother and Harry are so thick sometimes) but you need to help me. Hermione, I know you still care about them, so I know you'll want to help me too.
Best regards,
GinnyHermione wasn't sure what to think. She knew Harry would charge out at the first opportunity, because whether he realized it or not, he did have a "saving people thing" and couldn't resist trying to save the world for one minute.
Ron was the bigger problem in her mind. Who was he kidding, the only reason he had managed to stay alive for so long was that he was with Harry and Hermione, or knocked out by something before he could be killed. He wouldn't survive if he tried to be a sidekick.
Hermione shook her head and stared at Ginny's letter for a long time. She had no reply to give Ginny, at least not now. She let Hedwig fly out into the night, knowing how much Harry would worry if she didn't return, and she lay on her bed until she heard the sounds of her mother coming home.
Hermione wasn't sure what to do anymore.
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"This is the third wand you've brought, and the third time you've been wrong." Lord Voldemort hissed, his voice barely slicing the long silence that had led up to the moment.
"Master, I have done as-"
"Bring my what I want."
"Yes, Master."
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Hermione woke to the noise of a beak clicking against the glass of her window. Thinking it was Hedwig again, she scrambled to the window, but it was a brown, Hogwarts barn owl with what appeared to be her supply list.
Sure enough, when she tore open the envelope, closed with the detailed Hogwarts seal, there was a list of supplies, somewhat longer than she was used to, and a small card fell out of the many Hogwarts papers. She looked at it, on the front was a moving picture of a phoenix in all its beauty with flaming feathers, the image nearly entranced Hermione until she turned it over.
On the back was small print, the biggest part saying,
This card certifies that Hermione A. Granger is registered with the Ministry of Magic as an Animagus with the form of a phoenix. Markings at recorded and verified by the Department of Misuse of Magic and are hereafter noted.
Hermione didn't bother to read the markings, but did look at the card a while longer. Something couldn't be right about this, didn't it take years to be a registered Animagus? The only reason she decided to believe it was because it had come in her Hogwarts things.
Now Hermione studied her list of school things. Most of it was normal, potion ingredients, books, equipment, but something at the bottom of the list caught her eye.
One wand with a core of two or more types, for back up purposes.
Hermione read it three times to make sure she had read correctly. What did it mean, two or more types? As in, a unicorn hair and a phoenix feather?
Things just kept getting stranger.
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I would like to point out that when I started the first story, Reading Your Soul, I said it was set in Fifth year. After reading OotP when it first came out, I realized there were things in the story that would be valuable to mine.
I am integrating parts from both stories into mine, so by the time I write the final piece (set is 7th year) it should make sense.
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Thank you, for reading, for even coming back to look. You are awesome, and I haven't had reviews in a long time, so I would love one!
--Saquoia--