Chapter three: The unanimous letter.

Hermione had forgotten all about the strange recollection the locket had showed her, the only thing that seemed to be on her mind anymore was Ronald Weasley. It had only been a day since they officially became a couple, they decided they would keep it quite, so they wouldn't outshine Bill and Fleur's attention, there wedding would only be a couple days away, and Ron and her decided that they would spill the good news at the wedding.

"Could you pass the pancakes, Ginny?" Hermione asked, careful to be as polite as possible, Ginny was still gloating over the fact that Hermione thought Harry and her wouldn't probably ever make a great couple.

"Sure, and would you like anything else?" Ginny said in a fake sweet voice, with a large fake smile on her face.

"Possibly the syrup too please." Hermione said softly, without looking up from her plate.

"What has gotten into you two?" Questioned Harry who had been sitting right next to Ginny, "I've never seen you two mad at each other before."

"It's nothing Harry, stay out of it." Ginny scuffed.

"Oh you shouldn't have said that, now I must know."

"Really Harry it's nothing, me and Ginny just had a disagreement."

"Was that why Ginny was crying last night?" Ron asked, as he played footsy under the table with Hermione, "What did you to row about this time?"

"Like Ginny said it was nothing, honest." Hermione said curtly, "And if we wish to tell you, then you will know."

"Hermione said that me and Harry wouldn't have ever worked out."

"What?"

"She said what?" Ron said dropping his sausage onto his jeans.

"She said that Harry and me were not meant for each other."

"Now Ginny your completely twisting my words around!"

"Hermione why would you say something like that, y'kno that I only broke up with Ginny for her own protection."

"Oh come off of it Harry, do you honestly think I would say something like that?"

"Are you calling Ginny a liar now, too?"

"NO!"

"So you admit you said that then?" Harry prodded.

"Hey lay off her mate!" Ron said, "I'm sure Hermione has a reason why she said it."

"Guys shut up its not even important anymore." Ginny chimed in.

"This is what happened!" Hermione said loudly over the three. "Ginny and me went to her room, and she then burst into tears, crying over how she misses you so much Harry.. I didn't know what to say…" Hermione sighed. "She was going on about how you treat her like nothing ever happened between the two of you… and so I tried to convince her that possibly.. just maybe Harry wasn't her true love.. that maybe prince charming is well, still out there."

"Ginny is that what she said?" Harry asked softly, like he was talking to a three year old.

"I guess so, I possibly might have over-reacted."

"I'd say so." Ron said, now attacking his pancakes with his fork. "You should lay off Hermione more."

"Whats with you protecting Hermione all of a sudden?" Ginny asked puzzled.

"Well, uh, uhm.. I'dunno I just think that maybe you should layoff more."

Ginny looked at Ron, with a hint of knowing in her eye, Ron wasn't a good liar, and Hermione had a strange feeling that Ginny could tell that something was up between the two, but if she knew; she didn't choose to press on with the matter.

"Oh, well fine." Ginny cut into her blueberry pancakes, and went quite.

"So Harry how was the Dursley's this summer, I bet you had fun, now that your of age."

"Naw, I mean it was ok, but Professor McGonagall told me before the train, that if she hears one word from the Ministry that I gave Duddly pig ear's to go along with the tail, I would never live it down.

Ron laughed, "I bet if he gets any larger he'll look more like a cow, then a pig.. Maybe a cowbell and some black and white spots.. That should do the trick"
"RONALD"

I'm only kidding Hermione, geez"

"You better be."

"Hey look at that." Pointed Ginny, as a jet black owl swooped in through the Burrow's open kitchen window, "I wonder who that's from?"

"Look at its wing, it looks hurt."

"Yeah, and its feathers are all ruffled." Harry added, as he walked over to look and see who the letter was addressed too.

"Do you think someone tried to intercept it?" Asked Ron.

"It kind of looks like they were trying to." Harry asked as he untied the black letter from the owl's leg.

"Uh, Hermione." Harry asked.

"This letter is for you."

"Me? Are you sure, who would be writing to me… mum writes by muggle post."

"Well someone obviously is." Mumbled Ron, "And somebody obviously didn't want that owl to get here!"

"Oh don't be silly Ronald."

"I'm going to take it to Mom, she'll know what to do." She grabbed the weak hooting owl, and headed toward the garden, were Mrs. Weasley was tackling garden gnomes with Fred and George."

"Well, go on.. open it up!" Harry said, as he handed her the letter.

"Wait, Hermione don't you think that letter could be dangerous, I mean… I don't know I just got a bad feeling about it."

"Ron stop being a coward."

"Hermione he does got a point.." Harry said, taking the seat beside her. "Somebody went to a lot of measures to try and get the letter from getting to you."

"You don't even know if that's really what happened to that owl." Hermione said hotly.

"Fine, open it but if you turn out like Katie Bell, don't get mad at me."

Hermione stared at Harry, what was his problem, both of them were treating her like she was five.

"I think I'm perfectly capable of opening a letter on my own, so you don't need to be sitting so close, if I want to read it to you, I will."

Harry blushed, apologized and leaned back, giving Hermione her space.

"And remember, are owls are being checked by the ministry!"

Hermione opened the envelope slowly, she wondered who would be writing her; inside was a tiny minuscule papyrus scroll, with long elegant writing,

Dear Amara,

I'm writing this without anyone knowing, surely I will be killed if anyone finds out. Please you must heed my words and go into hiding, there looking for you; your in grave danger. I know you must be experiencing some of the changes, they were to start taking effect when you turned seventeen. I'll explain more when we meet again.

Yours sincerely.

Ps. My quill makes no mistakes.

Hermione re-read the letter over and over, trying to understand what the author had meant when she had written, "Ps. My quill makes no mistakes."

Ron who now had grown impatient waiting on Hermione to read the letter to them, snuck a glance over Hermione's shoulder.

"That owl's thick, he sent it to the wrong person."

"No the envelope said, 'Hermione Granger, The Burrow'"

"Yeah, but look Harry!" Ron snatched the letter out of Hermione's hands, "Its for a Amara."

"Isn't that what Hermione was yelling in the kitchen back at her house? When she put that locket on?"

Ron went quiet, and Hermione's mind raced, whoever wrote this letter knew that she was experiencing someone else's dreams.

"Blimey! Your right Harry, she was shouting Amara!"

Hermione wasn't paying attention to the boy's conversation, her mind was racing, thinking about the last 42 hours; and looking for some clue. Whoever sent her this letter thought she was Amara, but why?

"Guy's I don't think it's a coincidence, something is going on here."

"Yeah, and it all started when you put that locket on!" Ron said, pointing at the necklace hanging innocently on her neck.

"Leave my locket alone."

"You should take it off Hermione, maybe its cursed or something, or maybe it's a Horcrux! You said that you were experiencing somebody else's memories, maybe there is a bit of that person's soul inside!"

"Ron don't be stupid, I got this from Anna; do you really think she would give me something dangerous!"

"And I wish you would tell us about this Anna, we never even heard about her till yesterday!"

"I, will.. she's just.. Anna."

"How did you meet her." Demanded Ron.

"I.. well, I.."

Hermione racked her brain, searching for the answer to that question, but none came; to be honest, she couldn't remember for the life of her how she met Anna.

"I don't know, I cant remember."

"Aha!" Ron said, like Hermione had just proven a point.

"It's been a long time ago, like I said I've known her since we were babies, how am I possibly to know how we first met."

"But like you said your parents don't know any magic families."

"So" snapped Hermione, "Ron, must you ask so many questions!"

"That locket is brainwashing you, take it off!" Ron said, as he reached for the locket.

"It is not Ron!"

Hermione was now standing up, grasping the tiny locket, keeping it out of harms way from Ron.

"I bet you can't even remember a single memory of you and this Anna person together!"

"Guy's drop it, I got something to show you!" Said Harry, as he ran over toward them with the unanimous letter.

"Look here," He pointed at the last line of the letter.

Ps. My quill makes no mistakes.

"So." Said Ron, who was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye, "Big deal."

"Don't you guy's fine that a bit odd?"

"No, the person was obviously nuttier then a fruit bat." Said Ron.

"But wait it gets better." Said Harry. "There's a secret message!"

"A wha?" Ron said amazed.

"Of course, we always left secret messages to one another."

Hermione said this vaguely, her eye's were glazed over; and once more she was transported to another recollection of a memory that didn't belong to her, even though it felt extremely familiar.

"Hey Amara come here."

"What is it now Sister?"

"Oh, nothing I just wanted to talk to my little sister."

Amara, now the age of about seven walked toward her sister.

"Ok, I'm here; now what do you want to talk to me about."

"I wrote you a letter?"

"Really, how come?"

"I just thought I'd give you something fun to do!"

"Your silly, how is reading your stupid letter any fun?"

"Because its like a treasure map!"

"What? Really! Cool."

"Here you go Amara." Her older sister handed over a tiny scroll, Amara opened it quickly; but her smile quickly faded as she glanced down at the parchment.

"But its only just a regular letter!"

"So it seems." Replied the girl with a twisted smile, "There's a secret message for you!"

"Really, what does it say?"

"Now I can't tell you that, or it wouldn't be a secret anymore; now would it?" Grinned the sister. "But I will tell you this; it's a clue to finding your Christmas present that I have hidden somewhere inside the house."

"Wow." Sighed Amara.

"And just remember one thing; my quill never makes mistakes."

The dream started to fade fast around Hermione, as she was brought back into reality once more, and was surrounded by her two friends inside the Weasley's cozy little kitchen.

"Hermione, Hermione.. did it happen again?" Asked Ron with a concerned voice.

"Yeah mate, you kind of blanked out on us there for a moment; like nobody was home upstairs."

Hermione sat in her chair silent, the sentence was still burnt into her mind.

'Oh, nothing I just wanted to talk to my little sister.'

Amara had a sister?

Why did Amara look so much like herself?

'Why am I starting to feel like I am this Amara person' Hermione questioned herself, ignoring the boy's who were so desperately trying to get her attention.

"Hello, hello! Hermione speak to us.. whats wrong; are you sick?"

Hermione snapped back to realization and shook her head, trying to shake the thoughts that was troubling her out of her head.

"Oh, no I'm quite alright, Harry can I see that letter again?"

"Yeh, sure." Harry said, as he handed the tiny black scroll across the table,

Hermione examined it for several minutes, trying to find something out of place, something that wasn't suppose to be there, but after several moments of nothing; she gave up - feeling frustrated she said out loud.

"How come some of the words are darker then others?" Asked Ron, who by the air of his voice Hermione could tell didn't mean to say it out loud.

"Your right Ron! Some of the words are darker then others!" Harry said excitedly.

"Don't be stupid, its probably where they pressed down to hard on there quill." Hermione said, upset that Ron had figured out the way to decipher the message first.

"Oh Hermione your just jealous that I for once realized something before you!" Snickered Ron in a teasing voice.

"If your so bloody brilliant, then why don't you solve the message!" Snapped Hermione as she threw the scroll at Ron.

"Fine I will!"

"Fine!"

"Ok then."

Ron looked down at the scroll, scrunching up his face, he slowly tried to decipher the fancy handwriting.

"Well there's a I.. and a T.. "

"Hurry up Ron!" Shouted Harry!

After five minutes of complete silence, Ronald finally emerged from behind the scroll.

"The secret message is I-t-s-a-n-n-a-c-l-o-w-e-s"

"Its Anna Clowes?" Harry asked.

"How could I have been so stupid!" Hermione shouted at herself, "I remember perfectly now; we'd use to leave secret messages to one another!"

"Huh, what Hermione?" Asked Ron bewildered.

Hermione looked at Ron like he was mad.

"What? I didn't say anything; are you going bloody mad Ronald?"

"Huh? No I sware, you just said that you use to leave secret messages to someone."

"Ronald I swear there is never a dull moment with you!" But deep down Hermione knew; something wasn't right, if that vision was true.. then Anna and Amara had to be sisters! And the last time Hermione checked, she didn't have any sisters."

"Hermione, Fleur wants you." Ginny said, as she walked through the kitchen.

"Who?"

"Fleur wants you."

"No, who's Hermione."

"Oh get off it, your Hermione!" Ron said, interrupting the two.

"Oh yes, sorry.. I just kind of lost it there for a moment."

'Could it be possible that I'm starting to forget who I am?' she thought, as she walked out into the garden to see what Phlegm needed.