The Tongue

(A/N: Gasp! I feel so loved! Lol! I want reviews and I have 27 after 3 chapters! Yay! Even though there is TONS of other stories called Wake Me Up When September Ends, I'm so glad you all like this one! Please review! And enjoy!)

Hermione stumbled into the common room at half past nine, clumsily kicking off her shoes and throwing them by the fireplace, where they missed it and flew into the fire itself. Soon, the smell of burning rubber of the sole's of her shoes filled the common room and distracted Harry and Ron from their game of wizard's chess.

"You okay, Hermione?"Ron asked, slamming his fist down as Harry's knight smashed his pod into millions of pieces. She nodded drowzily and sat in the chair beside them.

"Fine, fine,"she said and rolled her head to the side. Little did they know she had just dranken three full bottles of Fire Whiskey. She hiccupped and blinked furiously. Suddenly, just as she was about to sleep, she giggled and fell out of her chair. Harry and Ron looked down at her.

"Hermione, what's wrong?"Harry asked worriedly. He bent down, leaving Ron the opportunity to command his queen to E4 and smash Harry's king into pieces.

"Erk, hehe, I, hehe, just need some, heeeeheeee, sleep,"she giggled and hiccupped. Nodding, Harry helped Hermione up and led her to the girl's dormitory, making she got in and lied down before he went back down.

Hermione laid in her bed, listening to the shouts of Ron commanding his chess players to crush and kill Harry's while Harry cursed as many swear words he could. Slowly, she started to drift off listening to their shouts and swears...

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"Hermione! WAKE UP!"Lavender snapped, shaking Hermione to and fro. Hermione jumped away and looked around."What's going on?"she asked.

"You're late for Ancient Runes!"Lavender and Parvati chorused. Snapping into attention, Hermione leapt from her bed to her wardrobe and scurried into her robes and jeans, brushing her hair until it went smooth and grabbing her book bag, she started running down to her Ancient Runes classroom.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were scraping down their notes in Divination with their substitute professor, Alagor, a three foot dwarf with long white hair and a white beard that hung to the floor. As Harry and Ron quickly scraped down each word Alagor said, Harry felt a soft prickle run through his scar. He touched it, wincing in pain, and glanced at Ron, who hadn't noticed and continued to write down the words.

Harry held his forehead in his left hand as he continued to write with the other hand, wincing every now and then from the pain and rubbing his eyes. His scar hadn't hurt this much since fifth year, and it was worse then ever. He could almost faint from the pain. Harry winced again and finished his notes, closing his eyes and trying to see why his scar was tingling.

"Class dismissed. Please remember to fill in your planet charts and star scopes for tomorrow's class,"Alagor said as the Gryffindor's filed out. As the students walked out, Harry held his head again and winced at each step, closing his mind in concentration. Finally, Ron noticed Harry and tapped his shoulder.

"Everything OK, mate?"he asked worriedly. Harry shook his head and winced when he did."It's my scar. It hurts like hell, Ron,"he said in a hoarse, raspy voice. Ron jumped when he heard Harry talk.

"W-what's with your voice?"Ron stuttered. Harry opened his eyes and looked at Ron with a strange expression."What do you mean?"he asked. Ron's face went white and he stared at Harry's eyes with a frightened look.

"What's wrong?"Harry asked in the same voice. Ron grabbed Harry's arm and lead him to a mirror, where they both looked in. Harry's face now went pale. As he stared into the mirror, he saw his reflection, where his eyes were nothing but red slits.

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Hermione ran out of the Ancient Rune's classroom and went to the front of the Divination classroom, waiting for Harry and Ron. Soon, she saw them both walk out and stared strangely at Harry. He was wearing big black sunglasses and smiling with Ron.

"Harry, why are you wearing those?" Hermione asked. Harry shrugged, but Ron nudged him and he sighed."Okay, but you can't tell anyone Hermione,"he said. Ron and Harry pulled Hermione aside and Harry took off the glasses, making Hermione gasp. She stared at his eyes and pulled them back.

"What happened!"she whispered in a frightened voice. Harry shook his head and sighed."These are Voldemort's eyes,"he said. Ron and Hermione twitched, and Harry rolled his eyes."I don't know what I'm going to do." Harry put his face in his hands and bit his lip, concentrating hard. Suddenly, Harry started to hiss in tongues and he lifted his head, looking around as he hissed. He opened his eyes and Hermione's went wide.

"Your eyes are normal!"she said. Harry turned and looked in the mirror, smiling as the emerald circles.

"Great, but why did that happen?"Harry asked. Hermione and Ron shrugged. Suddenly, there was an ear splitting scream in the next corridor above them. Harry stood up.

"It's Ginny!"he snapped.

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