"Just me, Harry!" the figure answered in a whisper.
"What in Merlin's name do you think you are doing, Ron?" Harry whispered angrily, trying not to wake anyone else.
"I couldn't sleep." Ron whispered shamefully, scratching the back of his head.
"Why don't you go walk somewhere else and let us sleep?" growled the cracked voice of one particularly cranky Dean.
"Will you mind shutting up?" Seasmus snarled irritated from his bed.
"Count hippogriffs if you can't sleep!" George's voice echoed from the room next to theirs, accompanied by the dry thumping of fists on the wall.
"It's two in the morning Ron, I want to sleep. Why don't you go to the common room? Clear yourself, read a little and when you get sleepy come back." Harry suggested, not angry but his voice hinted slight irritation.
"Some friend you are!" Ron snarled walking out from the room, towards the common room.
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Flashing lights sparkling and glittering like twinkling stars of enormous proportions. The colourful blazes slithered and wriggled like snakes, illuminating the large room dimly. Lightning cracked , and fog began to surround the people, as the thunder bass of the music echoed throughout the place. Figures shaking, jumping, leaping and laughing, some making up the songs, and some just drinking placidly from their alcohol. All of them were zombies, moving and acting just like the rest of them, automatically like sheep.
"Isn't this one great feast?" inquired a boy, his blue eyes and black hair glimmering in the flashing illumination.
"Sure it is Jake!" Hermione pointed out taking a zip of some strong tasting drink.
"Hermy, you should see those dancers. They are hot!" pointed out one slightly ugly girl, with threads of yellow dyed hair and brown eyes.
"Oh, Mary, don't kill the girl's innocence!" Jake mustered with a smile.
"You shut up!" the girl called Mary punched the other boy playfully, then she left dancing, being engulfed by the flood of people.
"Well, she's gone." The boy bellowed to make himself be heard through the noise.
"Yep." Hermione kept staring at the spot where Mary had vanished, absorbed in her world.
"Care to dance?" Jake's stuttering voice whispered into her ear, startling her.
As surprised as she might have been at first, the girl accepted. Their dance was close, their distance minimum, and their lips fused into one delightful kiss as the lights flashed over their heads, and the fog hid their love from sight. Flashing lights of a pure white vanished to be replaced by another pale luminosity, hence this didn't flicker, but grew in size. Fear. Surprise. The sound of crashing reaching her ears. Flying. Then the pain, the terrible pain swarming through her body, and specially through her head.
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Hermione gasped, inhaling a good amount of fresh air. Her lungs felt like they were about to explode, and the stabbing pain in her head burnt like boiling acid was being poured on her. It was residual pain, but it was the feeling that had woken her up in the first place. Heavy, laboured breaths shook her chest, as she fought to inhale as much oxygen as possible. The pain was subsiding, and fear began to replace the sensation of anguish. Tears trickled down her cheeks like rivers, her body now convulsing with silent sobs. She was scared, really scared.
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The common room had been too small for his thoughts and his nerves. The walls were falling upon him, hence he decided to walk out through the corridors of the castle. With his prefect badge, the boy had no problems if he was to encounter Filch, or that darned cat of his. He needed space, he felt like running, like yelling, like throwing himself to the ground as if he was a prancing colt, and stand up again to jump and gallop in stallion fury. That feeling was killing him inside, every inch of his skin was itching, and no matter how much he rubbed it, instead of subsiding the itching got worse.
"At least I'm not feeling nausea!" thought Ron grimly, glaring at the glowing, red eyes Mrs. Norris.
The cat hissed threateningly and walked away, probably to put the caretaker on guard about his presence. Ron shrugged it off, they two of them could vanish in the stomach of a dragon, for as much as he would care. The boy kept his walk through the corridors that crossed all the towers in the castle, the fresh air entering through the open window filled his lungs and his nose with a collection of welcome scents.
Ron had closed his brown eyes, as he inhaled deeply, smiling the fresh breeze that warmed up in his nostrils. But the night brought him not only delicate scents. The whimper of a familiar voice reached his ears. Sobs, strangled noises drowned in a delicate throat. Ron followed that sound, walking past the corridor, climbing up the spiralled staircase of a narrow tower.
The door at the end was ajar, and the silver light filtrated through the small, thin gap. He doubted whether to enter, or to eavesdrop from the security of the darkness. The sobs were clearer now that he was closer, and the voice that moaned and cursed to the starry sky was well known to him. He realized that the words spoken stuttered and trembled with cold, and knew immediately that the person at the other side was not only suffering, but was cold as well. Gathering all his courage, Ron opened the door and entered.
"Hermione?" he asked carefully, taking a slow peek into the terrace that crowned the tower of Astronomy.
The girl gasped fearfully. She was sitting on the floor, her knees plastered to her chest, her arms engulfing her body to try warm it slightly. Her black robes had been placed unceremoniously over her pyjamas, hence the thin cloth of both protected her little against the autumn frost. Her pale face glowed in a bluish tone due to the fact that her skin was moist from salty tears' fluency.
"What are you doing here? Leave!" the girl commanded angrily, yet her voice was weak and strangled.
"I heard you cry, what is wrong?" Ron approached carefully, taking small steps, feeling the ground before moving further in.
"It's nothing, leave!" Hermione spat looking away and rubbing her ears rapidly with the back of her hand.
"Come on, you don't cry for nothing. Was it Malfoy again? I'll crush his…" Ron snarled angrily, slamming his fist upon his palm.
"It was not Malfoy!" Hermione cut in, staring straight at the boy, "It's me…" she whispered, feeling tears welling up her eyes again.
Ron approached her worriedly. He sat down next to her trembling body and placed a hand upon her shoulder. His brown eyes urged her on into speaking.
"Tell me what's wrong, please!" Ron pleaded with the concern only a friend could have for one of his closest companions.
Hermione's face wrinkled, her mouth contorted into a grieving gesture, and her eyes shut tightly as they itched with the salty feeling of tears filling them. She convulsed several times as the fluid was released into streams through the mounts of her cheeks. Ron observed her reluctantly, patiently, not knowing what to do but willing to listen.
"I… I'm having dreams!" Hermione sobbed through strangled words.
"Dreams?" Ron was bewildered, sure this was the last thing he expected to hear from Hermione's sorrow.
The young student inhaled several deep breaths. The sobbing subsided again, and although her body shook from time to time, she felt more relaxed.
"I'm having this weird visions lately…" Hermione explained worriedly, gazing at the opened door, then at the boy.
"What kind of visions?" Ron didn't know whether he was curious, worried or simply confused.
"About a life… my life!" the girl explained calmly, yet swallowing through her words to control her grief.
"Well… normally we dream about our life and such, what is so bad about it?" Ron was totally startled now, glancing at the girl as if she was crazy.
"You don't understand it!" Hermione snapped feeling her voice breaking again, "I'm dreaming of my life, one life that belongs to me which is totally different to this one! I'm dreaming of my muggle life!" Hermione began explaining through strangled sobs, as they attacked her again, "It's not really dreaming, it's remembering memories I had lost forgotten. I have the feeling that I had a life before this one, and I don't know where it went, or what happened to it!" the girl collapsed again into a crying fit.
"There Hermione!" Ron shooed while he passed his arms around her, and attracted her body until she was leaning on his chest.
Normally he would have said the first thing that came to his head, and that was simply, "I'm not following you". He didn't understand a thing she was saying, but considered that by saying that he would only make her cry even more. His skin burnt with an embarrassed blush, but his concern and care for the girl was greater than his teenager shame. His sweater was moist, and the girl shook coldly on his arms, and all he could do was listen, and hug her just to let her know he was there for her.
"I'm scared…" Hermione sobbed through muffled breaths.
The girl glanced at the hands which were gripping the boy's maroon sweater. She sprang shocked to death, since for a brief second the girl swore she was able to see the outline of the cloth through the flesh and bone of her hands.
"Shhhh, don't worry Hermy! I'm here for you." The boy whispered glancing at the stars, pleading for help, perhaps a guide such as "How Women Think" or "Treating With Women".
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Hermione was more relaxed in the morning. She had had a deep slumber once back in her room, a comfortable, dreamless sleep where her spirit rested as her body hadn't. There were dark rings around her eyes, and she was pale, her eyes were swollen and puffy and her bushy hair stood on ends, hence her tries to tie it on a inflated ponytail. But she was relaxed, and last night events had become nothing but a distant dream.
She was studying the book about Animagi, absorbing every word, memorizing every step of the potion and the transformation. The girl was taking deep gulps from her completely black and thick coffee, while Harry chewed on a toast distractedly, eager to receive the newspaper. Ron was glancing disgustedly at the toast in his plate, and the cakes resting on a nearby basket made his stomach shake and revolt like a washing machine. He was paler than ever, and feeling nauseated, the euphoria he had felt last night had been replaced by that feeling of weight in his body, and the puncturing ache of his muscles and bones.
"You should go to the infirmary!" scolded Hermione once again, never tearing her eyes off the book.
"Bugger off, Hermione!" Ron mustered pushing the plate with the toast away from his face.
"As you wish, but note I'm just telling you for your well being!" Hermione said again, numbly, full attention on the book.
Ron stood up rapidly from the bench where he was sitting at. As quick as if Voldemort himself was biting at his heels, Ron raced out of the Great Hall, clutching his stomach and covering his mouth.
"He really should go to the infirmary!" Agreed Harry with Hermione before pointing upwards, "There comes the mail!" Harry pointed out sighing, finally he would get his newspaper.
A large, king owl fluttered over the table, releasing one folded copy of the Daily Prophet right over Ron's toast. The plate fell over and the toast flew through the warm atmosphere, sprinkling everyone nearby with tiny pieces of bread. A smaller, light brown owl landed before Hermione, and stared at her smartly, holding a yellowish parchment envelope in its beak.
"For me?" Hermione inquired surprised while Harry stared at her attentively, "Thanks!" the girl commented confused, picking the envelope from the owl's beak.
It read 'Professor Amelia Alazan'. The girl opened the envelope and took out a folded parchment. Unfolding it, green inked letters flashed painfully into her eyes, being the colour so bright and luminous.
"Hermione Granger.
You are no longer to receive classes with me at the stipulated time. Instead I will impart private lessons for your learning, having observed your skills. I believe this will benefit the both of us, for I have never had such a brilliant student. Meet me at 5 PM today.
Attentively.
Professor Amelia Alazan."
"Wow, Herm, you really must be a good rider, I wonder why you never tried for flying?" Harry inquired curiously, unfolding his newspaper and gazing at the first page.
"I'm not too fond of heights…" Hermione replied smugly, folding the parchment again and letting it rest placidly into the large pocket of her robes, then she proceeded to her previous lecture.
The Great Hall's door slammed open. Neville burst in. He was very pale, breathless, and his eyes scanned the area with worry. The boy breathed deeply, and tensed when he spotted Harry and Hermione, both of which had been studying him with attention.
"Harry!" the boy moaned, for lack of something better to say, fear was written all over his face.
"Ron!" gasped Harry gazing past the boy's thoughts.
To Be Continued…
AN: OK, now the next chapter (which was accidentally written) might be quiet interesting, I wonder what you will take from it. Anyways, it was accidentally written because I stopped writing when I realized I had a twenty pages chapter, and decided I needed to split it in parts. Anyways, I think this story is taking shape beautifully, some parts are still fighting me and might look kind of just thrown in there, but the main idea is just growing fine and strong. Well, thanks to everyone , here comes another trailer of another story I'm working on…
Theatrical Trailer
"How long has it been since it all happened?" Ron's voice is placed in a background where he is leaning against the wall of an underground train.
'In a world where magic has disappeared'
Ron suddenly fell backwards, he tries to get a hold of the bar but fails. It all happens in slow motion.
'A boy suffers a drastic change'
Ron opens his eyes to find himself surrounded by people. As he stand up the people move away. Ron begins to turn around frightened, to look at his reflection in the train's window.
Scene Change.
"Why is this happening to me?" Ron whimpers glancing at his hands.
"I don't know!" A voice answers.
Ron looks up.
Scene Change.
"I came to get responses! Please, tell me everything I need to know about myself!" Ron snapped eagerly, almost furiously.
"Unfortunately, the white spirit you saw is a demon who has arrived to our physical world, and is about to create havoc!" Professor Dumbledore explained.
'When the world is in danger…'
"This was not an animal!" exclaimed Ginny pointing at the bloody rests of the body.
"What?" gasped Hermione.
Scene Change.
Lavender is standing, arms spread, before a white horse which is laying on the ground.
Scene Change.
"No animal would ever attack with such cruelty, with such vice. Only humans do such things!" Ginny exclaimed angrily.
Scene Change.
Hermione's voice placed over the image of Ron reading a letter.
"Dear Ron.
Strange things have been going on lately. I need you, please try to get to Hogwarts as soon as possible."
'Can two friends reunite…'
Ron is flying on his broom towards the castle, having many problems to land.
Scene Change.
"Why are you wearing that ridiculous outfit?" Hermione laughed happily.
"You would never believe me if I told you!" Ron replied grimly looking away.
Scene Change.
"It's you…but how?" Ginny whispered into the night.
"You have to help me!" moaned a voice in the darkness.
'To save the remains of the magic world?'
"Hermione, you can't be serious!" Ron complained.
Scene Change.
"Magic is disappearing!" commented a mysterious through the image of Hermione walking across the corridors of Hogwarts, illuminated by the sun.
"It is the only way to destroy the spirit!" Dumbledore's voice explains.
Scene Change.
"It's you!" snarled the voice of Ron as he grip's someone against the wall, "you are the assassin!"
Scene Change.
"You are alive!" Hermione exclaims excited.
Scene Change.
A large, black werewolf jumps out of the forest, growling and baring the claws and the fangs.
Scene Change.
"So this is where magick lays!" Hermione's voice is placed over a scene where she is smiling and passing the pages of a book.
Scene Change.
Hermione yells, laying on the floor and covering herself with her hand. Suddenly Ron jumps over her towards the camera, getting rid of his coat, and cap. The scene vanishes with a tearing sound, and the mark of four sharp claws crossing it.
GENETIC FOX
"Is this necessary Albus?" inquired professor McGonagall doubtfully.
"It is Minerva, it's the only way to avoid such horror appearing again!" Albus Dumbledore said convinced.
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