(A/N: Hiya! I know it's been a long while, but enjoy all the same. Thanks to: F75, Flaming and Exardas! Slight OOCness- but that's because they're in love with it...entranced, I believe I used-Enjoy!
Ryan x x x)
Hermione slowly stood up, slightly dizzy from the amount of raw, pure power that had just soared through her being. She stood for a moment, regained her balance, knowing what she had to do. Exiting the circle, she gathered what remained of the ingredients and got rid of the circle with a swift cleaning spell. She stood in the silence of the common room, hoping that no-one else had been affected by her spell, she heard no noise from any of the dormitories which lead her to believe they hadn't been affected. Hermione released a sigh of relief before turning around to the entrance of the common room.
After exiting, she saw the Fat Lady was asleep, which may prove a bit of a dilemma when she returned, but decided not to dwell on that problem just yet, 'One problem at a time Hermione,' she thought to herself. She had never been out of the common room, after curfew on her on before, she always had back up of some sort- Harry's Invisibility Cloak, or the Maraunders' Map, tonight, it was just her, her knowledge of the school and her instincts.
She reached the end of the corridor, walking in the shadows, knowing that she had to go outside, back to the clearing. She was being called there, it was like a magnet, pulling her. First she had to avoid any danger, Mrs. Norris or Professor Snape for instance.
Rounding the next corner, she saw it was empty, and continued walking, conscious of her breathing, and her heart beating away in her chest. She was sure these were amplified in the stillness of the night, and was expecting a hoard of teachers to stop her from the castle at any moment. The shadows being given off from the candles and torches made the suits of armour look even bigger, and much more imposing. Hermione stopped for a moment, listening to the nights activities. She heard a loud vibrating crash from the floor above, and Filch, the caretaker yelling 'Peeves!' with a string of rather violent swearwords afterwards. She started moving again, edging in the shadows of the corridor leading to the great oak doors that would provide her exit from the castle.
Pulling back the bolts on the doors, she opened one enough to let her out, and shut the door slowly, trying not to make the old doors squeak, they had a tendency to do that at the most inopportune moments- however tonight they were as silent as the stillness of the night. She set off to the clearing near the lake, knowing she had to be there, that it was waiting for her, that her time had come- even if she didn't quite understand what this meant within herself. She never did she the doors open behind her and a dark figure follow her.
The clearing was just how she remembered it, an eerie glowing light emitting from the sword, illuminating the entire clearing instead of the moon, which was strangely absent on such clear night, but this thought didn't distract her from the presence of the magnificent sword in front of her, the sight of it, much more endearing than before, much more welcoming, yet also spine-chilling powerful, she just wanted to touch it…
Hermione, being so entranced with the sight of the sword in front of her did not hear the soft footfalls behind her, and the slight intake of breath and professor Snape came to a stop a few feet behind her, looking past her and at the sword. He moved forward slightly, as if to touch it, but recoiled his hand as it gave off a burst of power. It was like he knew it wasn't for him.
'You should take it now, Miss Granger,' he said, voice no more than a whisper, 'I believe it wants you to take it.' She reached out, slowly moving her hand towards the hilt of the sword, wrapping her hand around it- it felt like it was made for her, still enraptured, she pulled forcefully, yet gracefully, surprised at how easily it slid out of the stone beneath. She stepped back a step to stop her from falling over.
'Whoa- what the-?' she started to say, she never finish though, as the clearing that she was sharing with Snape started to glow the same pure white that the magic she had cast in the common room had shone. They could both feel the power radiating off of the sword, the clearing, and now themselves.
A loud, glorious voice that demanded respected and authority said 'And now your time has come, both of you consist of the heir and the incarnate, use your power for the good, or suffer the consequences. The well of power inside yourselves has been released to it's full potential, understand it, help those in need.'
There was another flash of the pure white energy, and the clearing was empty, the sword gone to the heir, and both Hermione and Professor Snape thinking it was but a dream, they would soon find out it was not.
(A/N: not a terribly long chapter, I'm still writing, have no fear! I have no real excuse as to why I haven't updated, so I won't attempt to give one.
Ryan
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