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Hey…thanks for the great reviews…. Okay I am going to tell you this all now…Hermione's stalker is NOT Ron ….I just wanted to get that off my chest… anyway hope you like this chapter.
Alex sat in the cold astronomy tower. it was dark and the stars were shining brightly behind the various clouds that filled the sky. She watched as a small spot in the sky came closer, growing as it did. Finally it was close enough for her to recognise it as Logan and Georgie's owl.
She watched and waited as the owl flew into and around the astronomy tower, before landing gracefully on the windowpane. Alex stood and made her way over to the owl, untying the letter that was hanging from it's left claw.
She watched as the owl flew away, becoming a small dot in the distance. Sitting back down on the cold stone, she unfolded the piece of parchment. And she found Logan's familiar scrawl filled the piece of parchment.
Hey Lex,
Thanks for the great Christmas resents. Sorry I haven't written sooner. Everything's been a bit crazy lately. Uncle Ben didn't turn up for Christmas (again), and mum's going frantic, saying he's missing and stuff. Then everything with Georgie and Charlie, who I suppose is already at Hogwarts with Kimmie by now, has been driving me mental.
Anyway, how are you? You need to write to me more, I need contact with a normal person every now and then too. We miss you.
Love Logan.
A tear actually fell as Alex finished reading the letter. This was not how everything was supposed to turn out. Her family was not supposed to be attacked. Her boyfriend wasn't supposed to ignore her attempts of talking to him. And most of all her friends weren't supposed to keep secrets from her.
On Tuesday, they finally let Blaise out of the hospital wing. Hermione however, would not let him do a single thing.
"I've already talked to Professor Snape," She told him, "He said you don't have to start teaching again until your completely healed.
"I am completely healed," Blaise, protested, as Hermione made him sit down in his room, "That's why they let me out of the hospital wing,"
he winced as a stabbing pain shot through his head.
"No, Blaise, our not completely healed, they only let you out because you kept complaining," she paused, "But no I have a class to teach, please promise me you'll stay here and try to get some rest."
Blaise nodded and watched as Hermione closed the door and listened as she put several locking charms on his room. he knew that they weren't just in case he tried to leave.
"Okay and to charm the water into ice, al you need to do is swish your wand like this," Hermione paused as she demonstrated the swishingness (A/N; New Word! Haha), " then you say Fons Congelo," she watched the fourth years as they looked on in awe as the water in her glass turned to ice.
"I want each of you to try this charm, by next lesson I want it perfected," she said calmly as she sat down at her desk. For a couple of minutes she watched her class try the charm. Amazingly the small group of Fascino Quas fourth years that ha joined this class for the week, picked the spell up immediately.
Smiling to her self, she opened her drawer and took out a quill and some parchment. Ready to make notes for her next class.
Fifth Years – Illusional CharmsShe wrote on the top of the paper, before underlining it once. But before she could continue writing, apiece of parchment lying on top of her other quills and parchment in her open drawer caught her eye. A black piece of parchment.
With a shaking Hand, Hermione picked the paper up and found that it was simply addressed to her once again, written in silver in ink. She looked up to her class, to find that they were still practising their charms.
"Mister Weasley," she said motioning to Paul, " I need you to watch the class for my for a moment, I give you permission to deduct house points while I am gone," Paul paled slightly as a group of Slytherin's looked at him evilly.
Taking the black folded parchment, Hermione left the classroom and made her way towards the defence against dark arts classrooms.
She knocked on the door, before realising that Harry did not have a class at that time. She opened the door, finding Harry sitting at his desk, bent over a large piece of parchment. He looked up as Hermione entered the classroom, pushing his glass back up the bridge of his nose.
"Hermione," he said smiling, before becoming confused, "don't you have classes?"
Hermione nodded, her hand's still trembling, she placed the black parchment on Harry's desk.
"I found this in my desk," Her voice cracked. Harry looked down at the parchment, then back at the witch, "I think we need to see Dumbledore again,"
"What does it say?" Harry asked her, standing up, moving toward his bookshelf. He took a thick book of the shelf and placed it on the desk, waiting of Hermione's response.
"I don't know, I haven't opened it," Hermione said slowly. Harry's hands left the book and picked up the parchment. He turned it over carefully studying it.
"Do you mind?" He asked. Hermione shook her head and watched as Harry unfolded the back paper. She watched as his eyes moved across the page, his face expressionless.
"Your right, we need to see Dumbledore," Harry told her, looking up from the paper.
He strode toward the door, "Are you coming?" He turned to Hermione who was still sitting at her desk.
Riley sat in his potions class, unaware of the girl who was watching him. He was listening to Professor Snape, which was rather odd, since Riley had difficulty listening in any of his lessons. Professor Zabini was no where to be seen and he vaguely remembered Alex telling him he was in the hospital wing the day before.
He forgot to ask her why. He glanced at the brunette, who had been watching him only minutes ago, now she was talking to Charlie, who looked a bit odd in the dungeons with his bright purple Fascino Quas robes on, especially against the lime green potion that was in Alex and Sam's cauldron.
He glanced at the piece of parchment that was stuffed into his school robes, it was an application form. Then he glanced back at Alex, suddenly he felt sick.
"Professor, I'm not feeling too well," Riley said as Snape walked past him, inspecting their potions, "May I please be excused to go to the hospital wing,"
Snape nodded, and as Riley left the classroom, he could feel Alex's eyes upon him. He had to tell her. Soon.
'Harry, I have to go back to my class," Hermione said as she followed him to Dumbledore's office, she had suddenly remembered she had left Paul in charge.
"Chocolate snails," Harry said to the gargoyle, before turning to Hermione," I think this is more important, Besides, I'm pretty sure Ginny would have walked past there by now and saved him."
"How do I know that, if you wont even tell me what it says?" Hermione protested as she followed Harry up the steps.
Dumbledore was sitting at his desk and Harry and Hermione entered his office.
"Harry, Hermione, what do I have the pleasure of company this time?" He said looking up from his papers.
Harry simply handed him the black parchment, no one spoke as he read the letter.
"I see," Dumbledore, said, his voice less cheerful now, "Hermione, where did you find this?"
"In my desk drawer, in my classroom," Hermione sad, sitting down, "Sir, what does it say, Harry wouldn't let me read it."
Dumbledore looked at Harry, who looked away, and handed the black parchment over the desk to Hermione.
She took the paper and looked down at the now familiar silver scrawl.
Next time he won't be so lucky. Soon you and your filthy daughter will be mine.
Hermione shivered. She put the parchment back on Dumbledore's desk.
"Is Blaise still in the hospital wing?" Dumbledore asked her. She shook her head slowly.
"I took him to his room, this morning," she said in a small voice. Harry stood and looked at Dumbledore who nodded toward him, before leaving the office.
Hermione stood too.
"Hermione, where are you going?" Dumbledore asked, standing too.
"I have a class," Hermione replied calmly, but as soon as she stepped outside Dumbledore's office the tears began to fall.
Harry strode quickly down into the dungeons and o Blaise's room. He knocked on the door loudly, before removing his wand and undoing the locking charms that were placed on the room. Finally as he was undoing the final one, Blaise opened the door, bleary eyed. Obviously he had been asleep.
"Harry?" he asked.
Harry entered the room, without waiting for Blaise to let him.
"You need to com e with me," He said quickly.
"Why? What's going on?" he asked, rubbing his eyes, "Where's Hermione?"
"She's in Dumbledore's office," Harry said, "She was sent another letter. C'mon, we need to get Alex aswell."
Silently, Blaise followed Harry to the potions classroom to get his daughter. He watched from the door way as Harry spoke quickly with Snape, before moving toward Alex. Soon the three of them were waling quickly back up the steps of the dungeons and towards Dumbledore's office.
When Hermione finally go back to her classroom, she had composed herself. Inside she found the students working quietly and Jess Weasley sitting at her desk.
"Hermione, your back," She said standing up, "A little piece of advice, don't leave Paul in charge of your class next time,"
Hermione nodded, although not listening to what she was saying. She smiled as best as she could back at the witch and waited for her to leave the class room, before she collapsed in the chair behind her desk. Her students were too busy working to notice anything wrong with their teacher.
Five minutes later, Ron and Jess all returned to the classroom. Hermione sat helplessly and Jess directed the students out of the classroom, sending them back tot heir houses until lunch.
"Hermione," Ron said gently, "You need to come with us,"
Hermione ignored him and stared intently at the back of the room, her eyes becoming glassy. Jess hugged her.
"You should have told me, you should have stayed with Dumbledore," she whispered as Ron pulled his wife off her. Hermione still did not say anything.
She didn't speak when Ron lifted her out of the chair. She didn't speak when he carried her back into Dumbledore's office. Only then did she let out a whimper, only when she was safely in Blaise's arms.
Alex sat numbly in the headmaster's office, once again. She knew why she was here. It had happened again, this guy had done something else to her family. She knew when Professor Potter pulled her out of the classroom. She knew when she saw her mother collapse in her father's arms. She felt sick.
She wasn't sure why, but as soon as Ron had entered the room, she crawled on to his lap, like when she was five and he used to play 'peekaboo' with her. Even though they had never been in any real danger, Alex had always felt safer when her uncle Ron would visit them in America, it never mattered whether or into he bought Aunty Jess or Paul, only that he came.
Dumbledore finally spoke ot them all.
"From this moment on wards, I do not want Blaise, Hermione or Alex to be alone," Dumbledore told them all, "this means you are all to watch them, even if means they never get any privacy. It also means no late night visits to the astronomy tower," he said pointedly to Alex., "I have already arranged to have three connecting rooms set up, one for Harry and Ginny, one for Blaise and Hermione and one for Alex."
The adults nodded, but Alex stayed still.
"Harry I want you to stick with Blaise until we can find this person, Ron you with Hermione," he paused, before turning back to Alex, "Alex, I need you to stay with a teacher at all times. It is very important that you do that, for your safety."
"I will be informing all of the teachers of the situation, until then I would prefer it if you stayed in you rooms, they are situated on the sixth floor, Harry is aware of where they are and what the password is."
Alex sat in her new room. Most of her things had been bough in from her dorm. Silently she pulled a piece of parchment out of bag and took out her pink pen, ignoring the silver pen that Riley had given her.
She began to write.
Dear Logan,
Everything's fine here. Kimmie and Charlie seem to be having a good time. By the way could someone please tell me what is going on with him and Georgie? Anyway like I said nothing that interesting has happened here. I miss you too.
Love From Alex
p.s I think you should write to Nicole…
She put her pen down and looked at the school owl sitting on the edge of her bed. Carefully she tied the parchment to its leg and opened the window, allowing it to fly away.
A/N: okay there's the chapter…so a few questions arising here:
What's going on with Georgie and Charlie?
What is Riley keeping secret from Alex?
Why isn't Alex telling Logan the truth?
(And the big one) WHO IS THE CRAZY STALKER?
Hopefully I'll be able to update soon….please REVIEW!
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