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Chapter one:
Sick and tired of this world
There's no more air
Hermione sat on the edge of her bed, in her Hogwarts dorm, thinking. God this year's bound to be crappy, she thought. Everyone else that shared her dorm was down at the Great Hall, for the feast. Hermione wasn't going to go. Useless and just not fun anymore, she figured. I just don't want to go. I don't care if I lose my position as head girl….
As she was quietly reading a new book she had just purchased, Until Time Fades: How To Fix Your Broken Dreams, Crookshanks hopped up onto her bed. Hermione looked at the giant fuzzy cat, and saw a letter in it's mouth. Hermione set her book down, and took the letter. She unrolled the parchment and read.
Go. It will be the last one you ever attend anyway. Hurry before it's not too late.
Hermione recognized this handwriting. She had seen it before, but she couldn't figure out whose it was.
"Oh well." She muttered, and ran down the stairs, hoping it wasn't too late.
She had made it, luckily. Hermione sat down next to Ginny, who was sitting across from Harry and Ron.
"What took you?" Ron asked.
"I just had to finish the book. I was dying to find out what happened." Hermione lied.
"Yeah okay. The sorting supposed to start in a minute." Harry said.
"Ron, remember how you called Hermione metal when she went up to get sorted?" Harry laughed elbowing Ron.
"HEY! You weren't supposed to say anything about that-"
"AHEM. MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE. THE SORTING WILL NOW BEGIN." Dumbledore announced.
A loud creak echoed through the halls as the two large doors opened. Following Professor McGonagall, 75 first years looked nervous. They crowded around the front table, waiting to be sorted.
"Now when I call your name, you will sit on this stool, and I will place the sorting hat on your head." McGonagall said, unrolling a rather long roll of parchment.
"Justin McKinney."
"HUFFLEPUFF!" cheers erupted from the Hufflepuff table.
"Liza Angelo."
"RAVENCLAW!" cheers sounded from the right, where Ravenclaw's House table was.
"Maria DeSoto."
"SLYTHERIN!" Crabbe and GOyle made particularly loud cheering noises, like the rest of the table.
"Hannah Javensen."
"Ah a rather difficult one. There seems to be quite a good mind, but the willing to put yourself at risk….Hmm….GRYFFINDOR!" it was most definetly the loudest cheer yet.
"Well Hermione, I don't know. That seems odd that someone would just send you a letter unsigned. "Ginny said.
"That's what I thought." Hermione answered.
They were sitting around the fire, talking.
"Do you have the letter?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, actually I do." Hermione passed the letter to Ginny who read it.
"That's odd. I recognize that handwriting too, but I just can't seem to put my finger on whose it is." Ginny said, her face showing that she was stumped.
"But what's weird is, the moment after I decided to not go to the feast, this letter turned up. It's like someone can read my mind or something." Hermione said.
"Voldemort died along with the rest of the death eaters at the end of last year. No one bad is out there that we know. It must be someone that you know Hermione." Ginny said, trying to figure something out.
"Hey what's up with you two?" Ron asked as he sat down next to Ginny.
"Ron do you recognize this handwriting?" Hermione asked, passing him the letter.
Ron looked at it.
"Funny, I do."