Chapter 15
"Over the Years at Hogwarts"
Hermione had started her year at Hogwarts quite well. She was a very successful student, receiving top grades on all her assignments. She became friends with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, and Ron Weasley. Ron had fiery red hair and a ton of freckles. Harry had jet-black hair and soft green eyes. Though they had start off with a slow start, the trio enjoyed every minute together. They had made enemies with a boy named Draco Malfoy who had pale blonde hair and cold blue eyes.
Their first year was quite exhilarating. The Sorcerer's Stone, a stone that allowed a person to live forever, was almost stolen if not for the work of Hermione, Ron, and Harry. Though the trio did go past the trap door guarded by Fluffy, a three headed giant dog, only Harry was the one to go on and save the stone from Voldemort, the Dark Lord.
Their second year brought fourth the attacks by someone, petrifying many students, including Hermione herself. Harry said that it was the Heir of Slytherin, Vodlemort. He had taken advantage of Ginny through a diary that Lucius Malfoy, the father of Draco Malfoy. Hermione remembered him on that day in Diagon Alley in the bookstore. Lucius Malfoy was insulting the Weasley's. His cold blue eyes came to rest on Hermione. Hermione thought, just thought, that for one instant she saw shock, even a hint of fear, flash in those cold blue eyes. Hermione glared at him. His mood changed when his son looked up at his father.
Hermione's third year was full of events as well. She, Ron, and Harry learned of Sirius Black being Harry's godfather and helped save him from a terrible fate. Hermione started having strange dreams, dreams of a handsome boy, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with lovely emerald green eyes that stood out against his pale, yet handsome face. His hair was smooth and a shade of dark ebony. He seemed sad, forlorn, trying to find someone. He haunted her dreams each night, standing in a dark room. Hermione didn't know who he was, but looked forward to falling asleep each night, just to see his face.
Her years at Hogwarts went by quickly. Though she did fight Death Eaters in her fifth year, she still had not come face to face with the Dark Lord himself. Harry had told her he was terribly frightening to look at.
"What does he look like Harry?" Hermione asked him one day.
Harry hesitated, then said, "He has a pale complexion, scarlet eyes like that of a snake's, very thin, and his face look's like that of a snake's. I guarantee you that you would never ever want to set eyes on him."
Hermione nodded her head, but only the image of the boy from her dreams floated in her mind every time she heard the name, Lord Voldemort.
"Over the Years at Hogwarts"
Hermione had started her year at Hogwarts quite well. She was a very successful student, receiving top grades on all her assignments. She became friends with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, and Ron Weasley. Ron had fiery red hair and a ton of freckles. Harry had jet-black hair and soft green eyes. Though they had start off with a slow start, the trio enjoyed every minute together. They had made enemies with a boy named Draco Malfoy who had pale blonde hair and cold blue eyes.
Their first year was quite exhilarating. The Sorcerer's Stone, a stone that allowed a person to live forever, was almost stolen if not for the work of Hermione, Ron, and Harry. Though the trio did go past the trap door guarded by Fluffy, a three headed giant dog, only Harry was the one to go on and save the stone from Voldemort, the Dark Lord.
Their second year brought fourth the attacks by someone, petrifying many students, including Hermione herself. Harry said that it was the Heir of Slytherin, Vodlemort. He had taken advantage of Ginny through a diary that Lucius Malfoy, the father of Draco Malfoy. Hermione remembered him on that day in Diagon Alley in the bookstore. Lucius Malfoy was insulting the Weasley's. His cold blue eyes came to rest on Hermione. Hermione thought, just thought, that for one instant she saw shock, even a hint of fear, flash in those cold blue eyes. Hermione glared at him. His mood changed when his son looked up at his father.
Hermione's third year was full of events as well. She, Ron, and Harry learned of Sirius Black being Harry's godfather and helped save him from a terrible fate. Hermione started having strange dreams, dreams of a handsome boy, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with lovely emerald green eyes that stood out against his pale, yet handsome face. His hair was smooth and a shade of dark ebony. He seemed sad, forlorn, trying to find someone. He haunted her dreams each night, standing in a dark room. Hermione didn't know who he was, but looked forward to falling asleep each night, just to see his face.
Her years at Hogwarts went by quickly. Though she did fight Death Eaters in her fifth year, she still had not come face to face with the Dark Lord himself. Harry had told her he was terribly frightening to look at.
"What does he look like Harry?" Hermione asked him one day.
Harry hesitated, then said, "He has a pale complexion, scarlet eyes like that of a snake's, very thin, and his face look's like that of a snake's. I guarantee you that you would never ever want to set eyes on him."
Hermione nodded her head, but only the image of the boy from her dreams floated in her mind every time she heard the name, Lord Voldemort.