(A/N: I hope everyone likes! This chapter is dedicated to Natsuyori for reviewing every chapter! Thank you! No unfortunately I myself am not from America- England is the name! Also thanks to: Draco'slovergirlever, Exardas (what makes you think Harry's going to get it? This chapter should drop a few hints…) and FalseHope! (Thank you for the books!)

Ryan

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Hallowe'en comes only but once a year, a time from which everyone celebrates in one form or another, the children trick-or-treating the night away, dressed up in homemade or shop brought costumes, or the adults giving the children sweets, or just lighting a candle or carving a pumpkin and lighting it with a tea light, Hallowe'en is a time celebrated by all. Hogwarts was no exception from these festivities, for there was an annual feast, although for the past few years, something had managed to happen that was not planned, ranging from trolls running amok, to camping in the Great Hall due to an escaped convict disfiguring a particular portrait.

It may have not been obvious to everyone, but Hermione enjoyed Hallowe'en and Christmas. She did take days off from her studies to celebrate them, but she did it in her own unique way, Hermione, on Hallowe'en, or All Hollow's Eve, as she preferred it to be called, did a spell. Not just any spell, a wandless magic spell, from which she would ask the spirits and the Essence of Magic to help her remember her time at Hogwarts, and to help keep her parents safe from harm. This spell would be cast in the silence of the Common Room, once it had emptied out, which tended to happen at about eleven o'clock, this time helped her prepare the spell, then she would wait until the biggest in-between, midnight, the time when her power would be at it's fullest. First though, she would have to get through the day, including a trip to the magical town of Hogsmeade.

'Hermione! Hermione! Wait up!' Ron and Harry called from behind her, they had been running, and were slightly out of breath.

'You are going to Hogsmeade today aren't you?' Ron asked.

'Yes, I already told I was going, why wouldn't I?' She replied.

'Well, I wasn't sure if you were going to pull out on us…I wanted to make sure you were still on for going…' Ron trailed off.

'What he means is,' Harry continued, 'We thought…you know…might pull out on us…for studying….it is the O.W.L year after all.' he finished with uncertainty.

'Guys,' she was touched by their concern, but also annoyed, she didn't spend all her time studying, 'I wouldn't pull out of this trip for the world, it's our friendship anniversary- Hallowe'en is the day well will have been friends for four years, okay, so it took a troll nearly killing us all to get together, but hey! We're here. I will not pull out, I promise.'

She closed the distance between them and initiated a group hug, something that had become much more frequent since the effects of the 3rd Task. She quickly added, for effect 'I need to stock up on some potion ingredients as well.' She had tears of laughter in her eyes, 'Shall we walk down then?' the question was rhetorical, as the boys followed her, talking and laughing about what they were going to buy and where they were going to go.

It was an enjoyable day, despite the increasing nagging feeling Hermione was having in the pit of her stomach, she knew something was going to happen, she just wasn't sure what, for the feeling was neither good nor bad, just there. At times Harry had to knock her out of her deep thought, making a joke that she was thinking about her next extra-curricular project she was going to under-take.

The boys had brought some products from the joke shop, planning to prank the Slytherins', regardless of Hermione's protest, even though she did think it was a good, to show them up, though she didn't voice that opinion. Hermione herself had bought the ingredients she would need for the spell she was preparing to cast, hoping that the Common Room would be empty as usual at midnight as usual. She had also bought, with out Harry or Ron's knowledge, some products from both the Weasley Twins and Zonko's, she did, after all, have a side nobody had ever seen, and she was planning on allowing the it to have a little freedom from the tight reign she'd put on it since primary school.

The group stopped off at the local, more popular pub, 'The Three Broomsticks' for a round of butterbeer before heading back to the magnificent castle called home, chatting mostly about the coming Hallowe'en feast and what it could entail, making same bets on what may happen.

'A Gallon on a vampire,' Ron said, knowing it was only a game…

'A vampire, don't you think that's a bit extreme, Ron?' Harry replied to his bet.

'Well, you did suggest Dumbledore in a pink fluffy canary outfit… do you not think that's a bit extreme?'

'No.'

'Why?'

'Because this is Dumbledore we're talking about! Not a random vampire person walking in…'

'I suppose you have a point there Harry, but why a canary outfit? And a pink one at that?

Hermione answered for Harry who was taking a sip of his butterbeer, 'Because Dumbledore is the epitome of weird, crazy, intellectually great…and is just plain random, and on the slightly crazy side….' Ron looked at her, for a fraction of a second, before drinking some of his own butterbeer.

'I was going to say the exact same thing!' declared Harry, which made both Ron and Hermione look a him, Ron raising an eyebrow.

'Sure you were Harry, sure you were.' Ron said back.

The walk back to the castle was made with the banter of what Professor Dumbledore was going to for the Hallowe'en feast, although it was likely he would turn up in his usual sparkly stars and crescent moon robes. It was all for the fun of the occasion. Earlier in the Three Broom Sticks they were also putting bets on what might happen this year, vampires, ghouls, giants, they really couldn't make up their minds on what they thought may happen. Hermione even suggested that nothing may happen, but due to the past experiences they shared, she didn't believe herself.

The feast itself was magnificent, the house-elves has really out done themselves, their feasts growing even more magnificent for each event. They had disguised some of the food for the 'traditional' Hallowe'en jokes, such as spiders and eyes, suffice to say, Ron didn't go anywhere near the Spiders Sheppards Pie, no matter how much he wanted some.

The candles were burning low in their holders, casting eerie shadows over the hall, making the pumpkins that Hagrid had grown look so much taller, so much more fearsome, and some of the older students of all houses were trying to scare the first years that something bad would happen to them, whilst some looked as pale as a ghost (metaphorically, of course) others weren't buying the stories they were being told, least of all those on the Slytherins who looked ludicrously at the older pupils.

Both Harry and Ron had lost their bets of what Dumbledore would wear to the feast, for he was wearing a dark green and orange robe with clashing pink and red stars, all in the name of Hallowe'en- and his own craziness…

After the Common Room had emptied, Hermione had quietly slipped into the dorm, which she was forced to share with the only other two girl Gryffindor 5th years, and they liked to gossip- a lot, one would think they would get bored of it, but apparently, that was not the case. It irritated Hermione no end, the ceasing chatter of who was dating who, and who had just broken up with who, the only peace she got around these two was in the silence of the night- or when she placed silencing charms around her bed, allowing no sound to get in. she grabbed her ingredients and left as quietly as she had entered, leaving no trace of her behind. She winced as the dorm door squeaked and Lavender turned in her sleep, mumbling something about the lipstick she'd left somewhere.

Once back in the Common Room, Hermione started setting up her ingredients around the stone fireplace, the last of the embers slowly dying away. She created a circle of salt around her and sat in the middle, cross-legged, clearing her mind. She took a pinch of cinnamon and place a little at each focal point- North, East, South and West before chanting the spell she had on so many other occasions in the room previously.

'At this moment, here in Time,

I wish to share that which is mine,

I ask for the Gods grace

Protection and remembrance.

For protection I offer the Lavender,

For remembrance I offer the Thyme

And for the grace I offer the Rose

Marked withmy blood.'

She recited the spell from heart, chanting. As she said the last line, she wrapped her hand around the Rose stem, allowing the thorns cut into her palms, drawing the blood out for the completion, Grace, Protection and Remembrance, all that she wanted. After the completion of the spell a bright white light filled the common room. It was brighter than anything she had ever seen, for this had not happened on any previous castings of the spell, the light at the end was usually gold. She felt it pass through her, feeling a purity unknown to her, it felt as though she was being wiped clean of all the impurities of the world. It was the most intense feeling in the world, however, as soon as it had started it stopped and she was assaulted with images of herself in the middle of a dark clearing, with only the moon guiding her, she felt the force of being knocked backwards, whilst not moving from the centre of the circle she was sitting in

 The images stopped, and Hermione was out of breath, as though she had just ran a marathon, yet somehow she knew this was the night she hadn't remembered, the night to which had lead up to the talk with Prue about the different Magic's in the world, and she also knew she had to return back to the clearing, it was calling her, summoning her.

Many miles beneath the Gryffindor Common Room, Professor Snape woke up with a start, relieving the memories that had intruded his sleep, also knowing that he had to return to the clearing that he'd followed Hermione to…

(A/N: Okay I know this is long in coming, and I hope it satisfies my good readers. Please tell me if there are mistakes, spelling, grammar, constructive criticism is also appreciated.

Ryan

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