Revealed

Chapter 4:

With a frustrated moan Hermione let herself drop on the floor, she was sure that she had done it all perfectly… What would have gone wrong? She grabbed the damned book, which she was starting to hate, and reread the instructions for the umpteenth time. Then something attracted her attention… at the end of the yellowish page there was a brief text that she hadn't seen previously. Having read the text she decided that she had done nothing wrong, but she had missed a crucial part of the spell. After pronouncing all that funny words in that strange language she had to spill blood on the symbols of the arch.

"Merlin! Whose blood?"

After all it was a book about Dark Arts…. But who did came up with that crazed invention? Supposedly the arch was the entrance to another world, a world where one could relax, a world to forget the daily things, that was ok. But Hermione wasn't so thrilled about giving the liquid of live to the arch … Who did think that it was a good idea to give the arch blood to take out whoever had entered the damned thing?

"Mad. All of them are mad. But you have no alternative Hermione, you'll have to do it".

She knew perfectly that giving blood to a potentially dangerous object was, to say something, rash. Working in the Mysteries Department, she had had to deal with some of these bloody gadgets, and trusting in her experience she didn't think it twice and decided to submit to the requests of the veil.

' I need a dagger, a knife or something that cuts' She opened her bag and started to look in it. And the only thing that she could find were parchments, parchments and more parchments.

'Merlin! Am I a witch or not?' Hermione took a piece of parchment, creased and yellowish, which wasn't written and she aimed it with her wand. And then, with an agile and quick movement of wand the parchment took on the form of a little dagger. Hermione stood in front of the veil and pronounced the conjure again, when she finished she firmly grabbed the dagger and looking at her arm with apprehension she sliced it with the metal blade. The blood, out of control, started to flow, staining her white skin with intense red drops. She leaned her injured arm on the arch, letting it suck the crimson liquid up.

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He had been wandering round the nothingness for a while. That's how he called that space, a place that he could have learned to like had he not been a prisoner in it. It seemed that there wasn't anybody or anything more there. In the atmosphere one could breathe a suffocating and lethal calm, a calm that could drive the greatest man mad. Azkaban was nothing compared to that.

Suddenly he could hear, again, that whisper. The man stood up, on alert. The murmur continued and he filled up with life and hope gradually. However he was resisting because if that voice went quiet again, if it left him alone again, he didn't know if he would survive.

"Who is there?" The answer never came.

The whisper stopped. But this time the solitude, the despair didn't intoxicate him. Something told him that he should wait… He stayed there, looking at nothing concrete, then something attracted his attention. A little sphere of dim light was suspended in the air exactly on his right. He approached it and saw, with amazement, how the once tiny ball widened and got longer until it was as big as himself. Something pushed him to the sphere and when he entered it he felt pain, pure and intense pain going through each part of his body like a lightning. His eyes filled with tears and he fell upon a floor made of hard stone. He looked up and saw, for the first time in a long time, the room of the veil. A single tear full of relief and an exuberant joy went trough his cheek and slid down his chin.

"Welcome Sirius" said then a rather numb voice.

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He abruptly turned over and the first thing he saw was the veil, rocking suggestively, hanging from that magnificent stone arch, which was in that moment bathed in what seemed to be blood. Then he looked at the floor. There, lying strangely, was a girl. He recognized her immediately. Her hair gave her away, always so wild and untidy, and her eyes, filled with knowledge, melancholy and in that moment also full of true incredulity.

"Hermione! What has happened to you? You are covered with blood". He bent down and helped her to stand up.

"Nothing, just take me to Hogwarts, I'll explain it later". Said the girl with a rather faint voice.

The man put his arms round her and the two of them disappeared living the room cold and empty.


Hi! I'm not enterely satisfied with this chapter and I know that it's short... but... I hope you like it ;P!

You know that this story is the transaltion of my other story "Desvelado" which is in Spanish. I've had a few problems transalting this chapter because I have an enormous hangover... Forgive me if there is something wrong in the chapter! ;P

cHoCoLaTeLuVeR: Hey! Thanks for that large review:D And sorry for making you wait... xD I also like Won won but I decided to kill him in this story... after all J.K also liked Sirius and she killed him (I'll hate her forever for tha...) xD. I like the paring SB/HG but I also love SS/HG:D Well I hope you like this chapter! R&R!
honksiefortonksie Sirius is back! I'm writting the next chapter but I don't know when I'll have time to transalte it... R&R!
aizi I know this chapter is short too... sorry I'll try to make the next longer. R&R!
Serendipity-England-1922 Hope you like this chapter! Thanks for your review and Happy New Year for you too! xD R&R!
orchid one R&R:D and thanks for the review!
Pappy's Girl : Yes I think I'm gonna finish it! Thanks for the review! R&R!

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