Hi again everybody! So sorry this updating stuff took so long, I honestly haven't set down on the computer in weeks. What with work and personal matters. But here it is, so fresh it's still warm. It's a lot longer than the last chapter I hope you like it. Thanks muchos to the people who reviewed! kiss
-Stefania
She knew she couldn't tell anyone what her plans were. Her parents would never allow it and would keep her under lock-and-key in her bedroom for fear of her running off even though they forbid her. Ron would never understand and would probably spill her secret and she would, once again, be stopped in her tracks. Harry, as much as she loved him, would want to come with her and would try to be the hero again-it was just in his nature. No, she needed to do this alone. For herself and for Sirius.
Her mind was made up: she would leave next Tuesday night. She would have a nice dinner with her family, wash the dishes afterward, and send both Harry and Ron owls saying how much she loved them, and missed them, and looked forward to seeing them in September. She wouldn't need to pack her bags, she didn't even know where she was going.
The week seemed to drag out longer than any other. She knew she should have been spending time with her family and friends-she might never see them again, but all she could really do was lie in her room, her stomach sick with anticipation. She could tell her mother was getting worried. Everyday she would creep up the stairs and tentatively knock on Hermione's room door. "Hermione, darling, are you alright in there?"
"Yes, Mum, I'm fine."
"And you're sure you don't need anything"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"And if you-"
"Need anything I'll come downstairs. Got it, Mum."
She hated acting the way she was, but she couldn't help but feel it would hurt less if she distanced herself from the ones she loved. All she could think about was Sirius, the veil, and what she had promised herself she would do. She read the paragraph in the book over and over again, there had to be something more. There was something more, but it was gone, the page had probably been ripped 1000 years before she, Hermione Granger, the one who really needed that book, had even been born. The corner of the page could have meant the difference between life and death for Hermione, but she was willing to risk it. She would risk anything for him.
By the time Tuesday rolled around, Hermione had hardly seen the outside of her bedroom for days. She had decided that morning that she would shower and go downstairs for breakfast. Her parents were both delighted to see her out of bed. "Looks like you're feeling better!" remarked her mother. "Hardly," Hermione thought, but she just smiled and nodded brightly at them. She was surprised at how easy it was to feign happiness around her parents. The day passed faster than any other that week, she spent most of it with her mother in the back garden. Before she knew it the sun was setting as she sent what might be her last letters ever to Harry and Ron. She said goodnight to her parents a little later on and told them she loved them. Then she went up into her room, changed into her robes and waited for the rest of her household to fall asleep.
As the clock struck 1:00 she feared her parents would never drift off. Finally at 5 minutes to 2, the house fells silent. She got out of bed with her robes on under her pyjamas and her wand tucked safely in her pocket. She crept down the stairs and ran the water in the kitchen so if she had awoken one of her parents they would just think she needed something to drink and wouldn't wonder what she was doing out of bed. She left silently out of the side door in the kitchen and hastily took of her pyjamas. She hid them in a bush in the neighbour's yard and out of the bush she took an old, beat-up broomstick. The StarShooter she had bought in Hogsmeade that year. She definitely wasn't good on a broom but it was the only was she could get to London in the middle of the night.
She flew over Britain, the cold wind whipping her hair and robes out behind her. Who knew how many witches and wizards could be sleeping in the houses flying by below her? She also couldn't help but wonder what she was getting herself into. Where was he really? Would she even be able to find him?
London was just up ahead-she could tell from the huge cluster of lights.
Well I just can't seem to pity
'Cause my hart's to numb to feel
And the smile does all the talking
Though the Pain is all that's real.
She was right over top of it now, she could see the square where Harry had taken her with the Thestrals. It was time to land.
With the way the you keep screaming
I can hardly hear to think
And I feel the bridges burning
Underneath my feet
She walked over to the old telephone booth and opened the door. She stepped in. It was small, but seemed incredibly larger than the last time she had been inside. She was alone now, after all, and not accompanied by 5 others.
Where do you go, oh
When you're gone
Where do you go, oh
When you're gone
Oh, how the road feels so long
But where do you go, oh
When you're gone
She punched "62442" into the key pad on the phone and a lady's voice came from nowhere, "State your business"
"Hermione Granger, I came to find something I lost"
I just want to stay dreaming
No I just don't want to wake
What can't we keep on sailing
Across this emerald lake
The telephone spit a badge out of the change spot. It read: Hermione Granger-Looking for closure. Suddenly the pavement was coming closer and a arm yellow light was shining in from the Atrium of the Ministry of
Magic.
My forehead is still bleeding
From the thorns I used to wear
And I'm left alone and beaten
For this cross I choose to bear
She ran out past the sleeping guard. The beautiful fountain that was there had been removed, she noticed. She took the stairs two at a time.
Where do you go, oh
When you're gone
Where do you go, oh
When you're gone
Oh, how the road feels so long
But where do you go, oh
When you're gone
10 flights later she reached the bottom. She was at the end of a long stone hallways and she walked towards the single door at the end slowly, but with her heard held high.
Well I finally found what I'm looking for
Though the road is still long, and the light is still far
But I finally found what I'm looking for
Well I finally found what I'm looking for
Though the road is still long, and the light is still far
But I finally found what I'm looking for
She reached out and turned the knob on the ancient door. She was standing in the all too familiar spinning, circular room. By process of elimination she found the room with the ancient stone dias and The Veil.
Well the voices fall like timber
And the fear it pour like rain
And my heart is crushed to cinders
Underneath this kind of pain
Well there is no resolution
When the revolution's dead
So I'm left with no solution
For the voices in my head.
It was right in front of her. So eerie. The voices were calling to her from the other side. Before she could talk herself out of it, she shut her eyes tightly and stepped forward and through the old, ratty fabric.
Where do you go, oh
When you're gone
Where do you go, oh
When you're gone
Oh, how the road feels so long
But where do you go, oh