Chapter 2
Hermione awoke and turned towards the window to find a thin slit in the curtains with bright light pouring through. Hermione sat up and stretched, letting out one last yawn before getting off of the bed. She strode over to her wardrobe and put on her plain gray skirt, white button down blouse, and her maroon sweater vest before putting one her house robes.
Glancing around her room one last time, Hermione left her Head Girl quarters and emerged at the top of the staircase. She descended into the common room to find a fire still lit and Harry sitting in an armchair right in front. She looked around for Ron, but he was nowhere in sight. Hermione walked over to Harry's chair and sat herself on the arm rest. "Ron is still sleeping?" She saw Harry nod and response, and then continued. "Harry, I was thinking. Can you show me the memories in the Pensieve?"
"Hermione," Harry sighed.
"Let me help," Hermione said. "When have I neversolved a mystery? I can help with the Horcruxes."
"Alright," Harry let out a deep sigh, "I will set up arrangements in the Room of Requirement. We'll meet tonight."
"Good Morning," yawned a sleepy Ron from behind the two. "What's up mates?"
"We were just discussing the Potion's homework and how much better it has been since Slughorn became potion's master."
"Oh," Ron said, "I'm hungry, let's go eat." The three gathered their things and left the common room through the portrait hole.
They took their place at the Gryffindor table and began to fill their plates.
Hermione shuffled her scrambled eggs around, not feeling very hungry today. She watched as Harry and Ron shoveled their food into their mouths, barely taking breaths as they chewed.
A brown barn owl came soaring into the hall with a "Daily Prophet" clutched between its beaks. Hermione dropped a few coins into the bird's pouch and skimmed the front page headlines. "Anyone we know?" Ron asked this question becoming a daily habit.
"No," Hermione sighed. "It's been too quiet. A bit suspicious if you ask me." Hermione put the paper aside and looked at her food. The three friend sat silent, all obviously in deep thought.
Hermione finally rose from her chair after five minutes of shuffling her food around. "I'm going to start making my way to class," she said to Ron and Harry. Her friends nodded in response as she gathered all of her books, parchments and quills and walked swiftly out of the door.
What could Voldemort be waiting for? Maybe he is looking for the rest of his Horcruxes? She thought to herself. We better start cracking on finding them. Hermione then heard the bell toll and ran off to her first class.