Chapter 11
Riddle
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A/n: Thank you so much to all my reviewers. I realize this fanfic is sort of crappy but I will continue on with it anyway. My other two are much, much better. I am going to try a lot harder now.
Alenor: Whelp, You will just have to wait and see!
LunaMarshall: Thanks! I hope I'm not making things too obvious.
Princess Kyra: You'll learn more about the prophecy in this chapter!
DeeCohan: Hehe thanks! Lupin is one of my favorite characters.
Last Time:
"What's going on with this whole prophecy thing Lupin? We want to know who the forth person is. Can You tell it to us?"
Lupin chuckled and nodded his head
"I can tell you what I know"
Two more heads stuck themselves in the fire and Lupin chuckled again, finishing his sentence.
"But unfortunately that isn't much" his smiled remained plastered to his face, apparently this amused him.
All three jaws dropped, and Hermione got that look in her eyes
"Oh you listen here Lupin! Don't you toy with us like this! It just isn't fair! You're all over there knowing everything while leaving us here in the dark! Why Professor Dumbledore practically walked out on us today and I will not tolerate it again!"
Hermione's speeches almost always seemed to get through to the teachers. Lupin saw she meant business and when
Hermione Granger means business she means business.
It wouldn't be wise to cross this girl's path while she was on a rampage.
"All we know is that you must find out on your own without two much interference from the outside. You three must find him on your own with minimal help. I devised a well, riddle to help you on your way."
So it's a him, Hermione thought.
"-Ahem-" Lupin coughed, looking amused once more.
"On a starless night he shall follow,
In the dark one will wallow,
His savoir art thy be to thou,
In thy time 'o need,
Sadist once thought to be,
Will now be thy source of humble glee,
For thy savoir has an Angel's face,
And one of thy trio shall be in thy savior's love"
Maybe Lupin really was going off his rocker.
Meanwhile Hermione was furiously writing it all down, her head momentarily gone from the fire but still listening in.
It took a while for them to process it but finally they saw what Lupin did.
They figured out the source of his amusement.
Was Hermione going to fall in love? According to the riddle it would be so.
"This is ridiculous!"
Was the last thing any of them heard from Hermione as she stormed out of the room. She was going to her room, in the Head's dorm, that way none of them could bother her. There she would be able to think, with no interruptions.
A yawn became audible as she found her way to the Head's Dorm. The map was amazingly still in her pocket.
"Snake and Lion"
She muttered to the portrait before it could start talking to her. All of them loved to just talk and talk, most of the time Hermione would kindly take a few moments from her schedule to listen but tonight she was just so tired that she barely took the time to look at the portrait in front of her.
The room before her was elegant and beautiful. The walls Slytherin green and Gryffindor red, with engravings of snakes and lions in gold and silver, all throughout the room.
At the furthest end of the common room there were two large windows overlooking the lands with long draping curtains of red and green intertwined.
In the center there was a huge roaring fire place. To her right was a portrait with Hermione Granger; Head Girl over it and to her left a portrait with Draco Malfoy; Head Boy over it.
In front of the fire place was a coffee table and on each side a red or green couch. Upon each couch there was a silver or red woven blanket.
The site was absolutely stunning, Hermione couldn't believe it. There were three more doors but she decided to investigate them the next day. Tomorrow she would be more awake and able to do things she wanted. Like look over that riddle.
Upon reaching the portrait to her room she tried to get it to open but it just wouldn't let her. Surprisingly it was blank, a blank portrait. She had never seen one like it. Getting frustrated quickly from the lack of sleep Hermione pounded on the door with her wand groaning,
Open you damn thing!
With a click it opened.
She sighed angrily and climbed in, all the while an amused Draco Malfoy watched, unwilling to help.
As Hermione lay in her bed she went over what had happened so far and who this person could be.
So, the first night here, she is attacked. By who? None other then Lucius Malfoy. A few days later a stranger traps her in a room and warns her to stay away from him. Who could this Him be? Did this person have a connection to the person she would supposedly be saved by? Well, obviously.
Lucius Malfoy was a death eater. All death eaters and Voldemort wanted Harry dead. Harry her and Ron are the Golden trio, so this forth person must help to bring Voldemort's downfall, right? It was all too simple. Except for the fact of who this forth person would be.
Hermione was positive she wouldn't fall in love with them. After all, it couldn't be true love right? She always imagined herself falling in love very romantically not in a pushed together sort of way.
She sighed and flipped onto her side, falling asleep almost immediately. The stress of worrying about who was the forth person and people trying to kill her was all too much.
A silent vow was made to look at that riddle closer in the morning.
Yes, in the morning.
Deep slumber held her in its grasp all throughout the night until the steady beep of her alarm woke her. Hermione yawned sitting up, her wand tapped the beeping instrument once so it shut off.
It was morning, time for breakfast. Not bothering to get changed, she trudged out of bed and down the stairs, pushing open the portrait and stepping down.
The fire was blazing in the fire place, Crookshanks sleeping soundly on the hearth (who knows how she got in here) and Malfoy laying quietly on the couch…wait a minute, Malfoy laying quietly on the couch?
Creeping towards the portrait now Hermione tried to make her escape, but it didn't work very well when she heard him call out.
You resemble a rabbit when you do that you know, oh what do they call it? Tip-toeing? Yes, yes they do. Now if only you had your buck teeth back, it'd be picture perfect, well I don't know about the perfect part, Granger, because naturally you aren't.
He chuckled softly to himself, not even looking at her. Hermione growled and picked up the nearest thing - a book - and chucked it at him.
It hit him square in the stomach and an oomph sounded along with some coughing then laughing.
Make that a rabid rabbit.