Hey there all and welcome to my very first chapter of my very first story! I would love it ifyou could review...just so I can get some opinions of what you guys think of it. I have the rest of it mostly written up, I just have to type it up, so I'd like to know if you think it's worth my time or not. OK, now that that's out of the way ONWARD! So...the story, it's kinda Romance but that's just a part of it, there's a lot of other stuff too. an umm, yeah.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is an amazing woman who made up things that I could never think up all by myself. I am forced to use her characters and things to write my own semi-creative stories. The plot is mine...unless of course someone already wrote something like this when I wasn't looking and that person and I think very much along the same lines. OK OK story, here goes!
After wondering for so long what had happened to him, where he had gone, she was finally going to figure it all out.
When Hermione found out about his death after she woke up in the hospital wing she had acted strong and given Harry her condolences. No one knew how much the news was eating her up inside. The guilt and the pain and the mystery filled her mind and her heart until finally, one day about a week into her summer vacation, it all clicked into place. She knew what she had to do. Hermione told her parents she wanted to get a head start on shopping for school things she knew she would need like quills and ink and potion ingredients.
The day she arrived in London was a Saturday and when she reached Diagon Alley, the magic in the air made everything come flooding back to her. The way he treated them all like his own children, the look on his face when he reminisced about his own adolescence-the best years of his life. Her favourite memory of him was his laugh, oh his laugh, the one like a bark that was always accompanied with a huge boyish smile and puppy dog eyes. When she saw him laugh the old man, hardened by 12 years in prison, went away and was replaced by an awkward but handsome boy of 16 again. Hermione loved to watch him laugh. Those memories only made her more determined and she knew she had to go through with her plan.
She stepped off the busy street and into Flourish and Blott's. The store was practically deserted save for a very old, round witch in the Magical Recipes aisle. Near the front check-out there was a stand with copies of the Daily Prophet. She picked one up and replaced it with a sigh. The headline read: "Search Continues for Escaped Death Eaters!" Same as every other day this summer. She then headed for the Magical Politics and Scandals section of the old book store. She knew exactly what she was looking for, but she didn't know if it would even be there. Not for the first time in her life, Hermione hoped beyond hoe that her beloved books would not let her down.
There were books about every ministry of magic office. The book must have been 10 feet tall and 25 wide. She quickly scanned the shelves. Nothing popped out at her until her sight grazed the third shelf down, sixth book from the right: "The Mysteries of the Department of Mysteries by Renaldo Hornbuckle, 1768." She slid the ladder over as quickly as she could and retrieved the massive, dusty book. Without even checking it's contents she ran to the front of the store and threw 5 Galleons down on the table, told the astonished book-keeper to hold the change and ran out, the door slamming behind her.
She couldn't wait to read it, but she had to find a spot she wouldn't be interrupted in first. After what seemed like an eternity Hermione walked into a deserted alleyway where she carefully perched herself on a crate of empty Butterbeer bottles. She flipped straight to the index and slid her finger down the many subjects in the book until she came to the V's. Veil…veil…Veil of Whispers! That had to be it. She flipped fast as lightening to page 982. She looked left and right to assure herself that no one was watching. Hermione knew she shouldn't have been so paranoid, but she felt as if what she was doing was horrible, just reading this book. There was only one paragraph about the Veil of Whispers but she was so excited to have found anything at all she could have yelled out loud.
The Veil of Whispers was discovered in 1163 in Scotland. It stayed there until 1295 when it was believed to be too dangerous to remain accessible to the public and was transported to the Department of Mysteries. When a witch or wizard goes near the veil, the voices of those who went through it can be heard calling to them and he or she is possessed with an incredible urge to cross through. Millions have been lost to the Veil. It is believed that those who cross through remain living but cannot ever return to the real world. In 1414 and Unspeakable became the only person to ever exit the universe on the other side of the Veil after 24 years inside. He never spoke of his experiences except for once when he was quoted as saying, "You can only return to the real world if your-"
The corner of the page was ripped. For once she actually cursed the ancient and delicate pages. It didn't matter though; she had all the information she needed. If there was a way out, she would find it.