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Three hours later Hermione quietly got out of bed, put on slippers and a sweater, and tiptoed down to the common room. She paced back and forth, her eyes always searching for something she didn't want to see. She had done this every night for a week. Only with the first grey tinge of light did sane Hermione return and crawl under her blankets for an uneasy hour of sleep.

She still had the book that was causing her all this trouble, to keep anyone else from finding it. It looked like a perfectly ordinary book. The story told of the disappearance of a witch from Moskova Shkolle (The wizards' school in Moscow) about ten years ago and had been recommended to her by Madam Pince. Hermione had been fascinated and couldn't put the book down until she'd finished it. (This scandalized Ron and Harry as she'd missed Ravenclaw vs. Griffindore)

At about eleven o'clock on the night she finished the book. Hermione awoke white faced and shaking. Her dream had been so tangible. She had been there, in Moscow. She saw the door flung open and six hooded figures surround a pale girl with huge brown eyes. You will tell us where it is, said the shortest figure.

the girl said evenly as she stuck her chin in the air.

Oh, you will little one, you will, we can wait. I'm afraid then, you will have to come with us. Two figures grabbed her arms and vanished with her.

Hermione awoke after one of the kidnappers pushed back his hood looked right at her and said, We will find you too.

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It was all just too impossible, Hermione thought, Harry, everyone wants Harry. It's absurd. But so are half of the things that have happened to me. . . I know I should tell someone. Dumbledore? Professor McGonagall? Harry and Ron? I know. Tomorrow I will try to sleep and see if I have the dream again. If I do I'll have to tell someone. I can't forget the look in her eyes as she said no. They had been beautiful: clear, calm, but with glimmers of hidden knowledge in their depths.

Hermione's reverie was cut short by Lavender, Hermione Granger. Come over to this mirror and look at yourself, right now.

Lavender, I know I look bad.

Urghh! You are impossible! I am going to give you a makeover today and you are going to like it.



What do you mean, Why? Don't you want to look nice for a change? Wait, don't answer that. It's going to happen whether you like it or not. I've locked the doors and given the boys your wand to look after for the day.

Oh Lord. Hermione said, finally surrendering. But no piercings, and no bust enhancement charms.

O.K. Ohhh. This is going to be so much fun.