AN: So, in order to get one chapter up I have type it on Wordpad, save it on NeoOffice and then upload it on to Safari. I love you guys to much. But, I have Frank Sinatra blasting in the room to keep me company and to keep me sane. Pathetically this is the longest chapter. I'm really sorry. I'm gonna try and keep them this length or keep the updating time short. Happy New Year everyone.
The Moment That I Saw You Cry, ch. 3
Hermione was slowly unpacking her trunk making sure her private dorm was in working order. The joy of being Head Girl. She knew she was procrastinating, not on the nonexistent homework she seemed to create but on looking at the pictures her mother had given her. Because inside she knew what she would have to face and she didn't want to.
Seeing that everything was in place Hermione set out to go and see who the Head Boy was.
Draco watched as the house elves put his clothes away and sighed. He knew this year wouldn't be easy. He had disappointed his father
The Slytherin seventh year sat on his satin bed in his private dormitory he was wearing a pair of cotton pajama pants and a black muscle tee, he sighed again.
Draco fell asleep with out bothering to cover himself up. He had terrible dreams about… rain… and a girl… Maya… homework…and a yellow rain slicker. But this girl's face was too foggy for Draco's unconscious to figure out who this girl was. The dream consisted mainly of feelings and sounds, not visions.
I don't want to talk about it!
I'm sorry, Maya. I didn't mean to yell at you. I still love you.
I still love you too, Dray.
A clear face came to him in the distance, he could make out that it was a young face, the face kept on coming closer to Draco and then he saw-
Draco sat up in his bed, sweat dripping off of him and onto his expensive state-of-the-art comforter. It was just a dream, that was it… it has nothing to do with Alex or any of those other dreams I have been having. It's just a dream… Draco crawled under the covers and again fell asleep.
"Hey, Mione!" Ron said as Hermione jumped onto the couch with the box and acknowledged Ron's greeting with a smile and then turned her attention back onto the mysterious box, she unsnapped the delicate snaps on the front of the box and heard the small hinges creek.
Harry walked up to Hermione and looked down at her until she noticed, when she did finally became aware of his presence she looked up at his tall and muscular form, "Yes?" drawing out the e.
"I thought you were all high and mighty with your own private dorm and common room?"
"I have my own door into here."
"Really, where?"
"Picture of the sleeping baby in the upstairs girls hallway."
"Wonders never cease. You wanna take a walk with me?" Harry asked trying, to no avail, to not wring his hands nervously.
"Sure, let me go get a sweatshirt and some shoes," she smiled at Harry and put the box her mother gave her down on the in table and stampeded up the stairs to her dorm room. Grabbing her brown hooded sweatshirt and running shoes she bounded down the stairs again while somehow managing to put her shoes and sweatshirt on all at the same time.
Harry stared up at this girl, this girl that he has known for the majority of his life. And he smiled; she was truly entertaining when she thought that no one was watching her. But he constantly observed her, "Ready to go?" Harry asked the girl.
"Yeah," Hermione said as she regained her composure. "So, what did you want to talk about?" Hermione asked she walked through the door that Harry was holding open for her, the cold wind cut through Hermione's sweatshirt like a knife. She stuffed her hands into her sweatshirt and tried desperately to stay warm. Harry tried his hardest to keep from putting his strong arm around her to keep her from being miserable and cold, not until he asked her.
Harry led her to a small rock by the sandy shore by the squid and mer-people infested lake. They both sat down on the rock and stared at the murky lake and what lay beneath it. Hermione had her legs curled up in her arms and was still trying, to no avail, to keep warm.
"So, Hermione?" Harry asked, not noticing the biting cold because the girl next to him was unknowingly doing a very good job of keeping him warm. Just the presence of her filled his heart with love and warmth, when he was around her he felt like there was a point for him being in this world.
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering… if… you wanted to… well…"
"Just spit it out Harry," Hermione told him while trying not to laugh, oblivious to what he was trying to ask.
"Well, I was wondering if you would be my girlfriend."
"Oh," Hermione looked shocked for a moment but then recovered, "I'm sorry, Harry, I just don't feel that way about you. I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship, it means to much to me. I love you, Harry, really! Just like a brother…"
The two young children were five and were in kindergarten together, where they met for the first time. Their teacher, Mrs. Kontowanya, was scolding Draco again for not finishing his homework, the young boy was crying and Hermione was trying her hardest to console the poor boy. Mrs. Kontowanya looked at the crying child with pity, "Just don't have it happen again," she smiled sweetly and continued to grade papers with an infamous red marker.
The two kindergartners walked out of the classroom and into the rainy day.
"Draco, why didn't you finish your homework? It was really easy! You should have been able to finish it," Hermione looked at Draco, a worried look spreading across her young face.
"My father came home," Draco said as if that ended the subject.
"What does that have to do with it?" Hermione asked, tilting her head to the side as she slipped on her yellow rain slicker.
"I don't want to talk about it, okay Maya?"
"But, Draco…"
"I don't want to talk about it!" Draco yelled at the young girl standing on the wet side walk with his black mud boots pulled over his tennis shoes. Tears trickled down Hermione's young face, Draco looked at the thing he had done and then walked up to Hermione and gave her a huge hug with his small five year old arms.
"I'm sorry, Maya. I didn't mean to yell at you. I still love you," Draco said into her burly frizzy hair.
Hermione sniffed a little and then looked at Draco, "I still love you too, Dray," a smile appeared on her face showing small white pearl like teeth.
The two children splashed in puddles all the way home, laughing and giggling as if their fun would come to no end. But it would, however, it is always the darkest before it becomes light again.
Hermione got up off the rock and jogged back to the school, not sure what to think. She still hadn't met the Head Boy, no one had been in the common room when she went down there and she didn't know which portrait led to his room.
The two twins walked into the magic school and went their separate ways. The corridors were dark and silent with no one walking in them and all of the teachers having gone to bed long ago. The sun was still hiding and the moon was hiding also behind a dark cloud that blanketed the sky.
The two were holding clear vials that they had bought earlier at the potions shop in Diagon Alley. One twin walked down the stairs into the dungeons and the other twin walked up the stairs to the tower. They both came back with red liquid filled vials with the moon shining brightly in to the hallway through the stained glass.
"You have it?"
"Yeah, I have the blood."
Alexia and Alex were in the attic of their New York Victorian house, the wind ran through the rook and chilled them even through their cloaks. But the twins couldn't back out now, they had to go through with this. The whole world depended on it. Alexia and Alexander Finn stood in their birth forms. Walnut brown hair and crystal blue eyes, nearly identical in every way. They were dressed in wine red velvet robes each clasped closed with a rose colored birth stone clasp.
"We have to start the ceremony now," Alexia told her brother.
"I know, sister. It's just- if we do this we will be going against the Gods wants and you what can happen if the Gods commands are not followed," he looked grimly at his sister. He wasn't sure whether he should face the consequences or give up now. But the ceremony had to be performed with two people who are related, preferably twins. What was he to do, "Okay, I'll do it. But if we get in trouble for this all the blame is going to you, you understand that, right?"
"Yes, Alexander," Alexia asked all relaxed and calm.
"God what's with the full name. Were you born this big a pain in the ass?" Alex asked shaking his head at his younger sister.
'The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it bro?"
"So? At least I admit I am a pain in the ass!" Alex retorted, he stared at his sister, amazed at how different they were. Alexia picked up a piece of black charcoal and began to draw the mystic symbols. A big circle with a triangle inside touching three parts of the circle and then a smaller circle inside the triangle with a plain white candle inside the smallest circle.
Alex picked up a dusty ancient book and dusted off a thick layer of dust that coated the aged book. 'Olde Magick' the book was labeled with faded gold print with edges being eaten away by time.
The book had been passed down from generations of the Finn family and had never really been used except when it was first published. Of course, it had never been rightfully published, the whole book was handwritten. The binding of glue had been eaten away by bugs and potions gone awry, pages had been Spell-O-Taped back in to the book, hoping with hope they would stay in for a generation or two longer.
Alex flipped through the pages until he found the one that he was looking for:
Finding Memories:
Wyle being dificult to acheeve they may do it by chanting this incantashun over until the wik ov thee candel burns a mistic green. This incantashun must b red with one ov thy ken drawing three symbols on a walnut floor. The symbols shood be drawn as fallows:
a srikle covering at least three feet ov thy floor
a triangle that touches three parts ov thy larger circle
and a smaller sirkle inside thy triangle.
Place thee ritual candel inside they junior sirkle. And bgin thee saramone, read thy incantashun:
Inside thy head loked in a Finn.
Thee incantashun wil make thy tremble.
A memory magickly taken out and magickly poot bak in.
Thee long lost memory lys wherein.
So hard to iccept, but thy receever must have this gift.
Memories n them float adrift.
Find thy memory deep inside.
And thy persons shall eet up their pride.
Thy memories wil flo bak
They'll beet nto thy head with a crak.
But they must see thee cry
And thee will see thee in thy dragon's eye.
After thee have recited thy incantashun, thy must place thy peeple that wil b afected bluds nside thy urn and miks it n thee vase. And it wil b completed.
The blud in thee urn wil b a cler blue and thy wil know it is working its magick.
C pag 8,999 for taking away memories.
"This is dark magic you know," Alex warned.
"Yeah, I know."
"What should we do about the worn out words?"
"The ones at the bottom?" asked Alexia.
"Yeah, the only ones I can make out are 'candel dy... wacks... first blud... only one... memories... B careful.'"
"Well, at least we have a warning... You know, if no one rewrote them they probably weren't important. Are we gonna do this?"
They both recited the incantation and spilled the red liquid into the stone basin. The attic grew dark and the room clouded with purple smoke. Thunder rumbled and lights flashed on and off like a whacked out poltergeist. The room shook with a violent rumble and the two fell to the floor.
Alex crawled over to his sister as he saw timber fall from the ceiling, he covered her small body with his own and prayed for it to stop. Alexia cried on the floor, thankful for her brothers protection. The shaking seemed like it would never stop. It would never stop. But then- it did.
Alex got up and held Alexia down, "Stay here, Alexia."
"Oh, gee! Twist my arm!" she said sarcastically.
The room seemed to be in perfect shape, nothing had fallen and the timber that did was back in the place where it belonged. Alex looked down at the street below the house and he saw the willow trees in the yard sitting their content as ever.
"Do I still have to dust up here?" Alexia asked mentioning the one sign of dark magic- the dust everywhere had been shaken up and had drifted down to the carpet.
"I don't want to come up here for a long time," Alex said.
"So, no dusting," Alexia got up from where she was seated and stood next to her brother.
"We're done now," she stated more than asked her brother.
"We better be."
"Let's go downstairs," the two siblings walked down the stairs closing the attic door closing off the supply of air to the candle. The wick glowed a brilliant green, with a rush of air the candle blew out and the page of the book turned.