(Hello again! I know that the first chapter was a freaky amount of boring, but ya gotta put the necessities in, ya know? Here's to the twist! Cheers! -Writing Fairy-)
The Mystery That Is Sage Ravenclaw
"Harry?" A girl's voice asked, jolting him out of his reverie. Harry looked up at Hermione who was looking at him with a worried expression on her intelligent face. Her bushy brown hair was as untamable as ever, looking slightly tousled at the moment, possibly from sleep or maybe because it was around two thirty in the morning. With a sudden jolt he remembered the dream he had been having what felt like ages ago but was really only minutes. For some reason Hermione reminded him of this. He grabbed a towel and dried his face, looking at her with a rather strained expression.
"Oh. Hey Hermione." Harry responded, "What are you doing up this early?" He asked even though he knew perfectly well why she was up into the early hours of the dawn.
"Reading." She said simply. Hermione had spent every waking hour, and many she should be sleeping during, reading. Reading about every counter curse, jinx, hex, curse, and everything she could possibly get her hands on. Which Harry felt at least partially responsible for considering it was he who she was working so hard for… the stuff he should be doing but his heart just wasn't in it. Lately he had been rather moody, being angry and sadistic one day, haughty and sarcastic another, and yet he still had days to be sad and depressed.
"Don't you ever get tired of reading?" Harry intervened yawning.
Hermione ignored him though, saying, "You already knew that though. Why are you up this early?"
"No reason." Harry said trying to sound nonchalant but Hermione was too keen to his emotions of late to not realize he was nonplussed.
"I'm going to take a wild guess and say it was that dream you've been having." Hermione said sounding extremely serious, "We should really think about trying to figure out who she is."
"Or maybe I should just forget about it." Harry countered. He felt no inclination to listen to anymore dreams. They hadn't done anything good for him so far so why pay attention anymore? They'd only brought him more pain and suffering than he had already endured. He continued down the hall, Hermione following in his wake.
"But Harry! I think this one is different!" She tried then, hitting gold, (again) she said, "She may have a Horcrux. That may be why you're having this dream."
Harry grudgingly admitted that might be true (Hermione gave him the see-it-wasn't-so-hard-to-admit look, the same one she had given him every time she brought this up) and added reluctantly, "One eighty seven Broker Street."
"What! You've had more of the dream?" Hermione practically shouted and Harry clamped a hand over her mouth saying, "Just because we're up doesn't mean it's not still two thirty in the morning."
"Right. Sorry." Hermione whispered back as soon as his hand left her mouth, "So you had another portion of the dream?"
"Just that." Harry responded softly.
"Well it's obviously where this girl lives." Hermione prodded, trying to figure out if he thought so while making it sound like a fact.
"Maybe." Harry allowed then said shortly, "I think her name's Sage. Odd name…" When Hermione gave him an awestruck look he added hastily, "Just a feeling."
"I wonder if maybe-"
"No Hermione! No wondering! No thinking! I'm not following through with this one!" Harry cut in walking off, but Hermione continued to follow him badgering him until he stopped just inside of his room and said loudly, "Goodnight Hermione!"
"But Harry! You should really think about-" SLAM!
"Fine!" He heard Hermione stomp haughtily down the hall. Even though Hermione had walked away and had stopped badgering him he heard her voice in his head, nagging him to think about it. What if she's right? Ran through his head over and over. His mind wandered to R.A.B. He couldn't help but wonder who that was. And soon, before he new it, he was back to his old mantra:
the locket…the cup…the snake…something of Gryffindor's or Ravenclaw's
…the locket…the cup…the snake…something of Gryffindor's or Ravenclaw's
Harry awoke to the ruffling of pages and Hedwig re-entering the room. He looked over at Ron and amazingly he was still asleep.
"Hermione!" Harry hissed at the girl sitting in the corner of the room, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, good. You're awake." Hermione said happily, "Have any more dreams?"
"Hermione!" Harry said exasperated, "I told you. I'm not following through with this one. From now on I don't care if my dreams indicate that the sky's going to turn purple and frog guts will rain down from it, it's staying in my over-imaginative mind, where it belongs." He told her putting emphasis on the last three words.
"Well." Hermione said with something like contempt in her voice, "That's exactly what I thought you would say so I took the liberty of doing something about it myself." She brandished the book in his face, Sage Ravenclaw flashed past in gold letters. "When you said you thought her name was Sage last night I decided to do a bit of research on possible candidates. You had told me before that she had been holding a box with an "R" on it. My first thought was of a family crest. And I was right. When you said her address last night that left only one definite answer. Sage Ravenclaw. She lives at 187 Broker Street."
"How would you know about Sage? She's one girl in our school and in Ravenclaw!" Harry asked rather irritably. He was in no mood to fight with Hermione on this subject today. It was Bill's wedding! Couldn't he just have one day without Hermione badgering him?
"I said her last name was Ravenclaw. I never said she was in Ravenclaw." Hermione corrected him, "Sage was actually in Gryffindor, much to the disgust of her family. She was brilliant and got an innumerable amount of O.W.L.'s and N.E.W.T.'s. Sage actually skipped a year at Hogwarts. After the first three weeks had gone by in her first year her talent was undeniable and she was moved into a second year curriculum." Hermione informed him matter-of-fact. Harry couldn't help but notice that Hermione apparently idolized Sage Ravenclaw.
"What does she do now? Is she an Unspeakable?" Harry asked rubbing his temples. It was way too early for this.
"No. She's an Auror. And one of the best."
Harry was absolutely speechless.
"Hermione…" was all he managed to say. She was always going out of her way for him no matter what it meant or the time it was likely to consume.
"See?" Hermione declared "Something of Ravenclaw's, obviously that box is definitely a Horcrux!"
Ron stirred and mumbled, "Whateruguysdoin?"
"What a Neanderthal." Hermione said rolling her eyes
"Bloody hell." Ron exclaimed after Hermione had explained the Sage Ravenclaw situation the best she could. Which, knowing Hermione, is pretty well.
"We have to find her then." Ron agreed, one of the moments when he was completely serious.
"What if this was sent by Voldemort?" Harry cut in, looking at Ron, pleading with his eyes for his best friend to agree with him.
"But you said that your scar wasn't hurting." Hermione countered, eyeing the lightning shaped scar.
"Its not-" Harry began impatiently.
"Then I'm with Hermione on this one, mate." Ron said immediately.
"Thanks Ronald." Hermione glowed.
"Yeah, thanks Ronald." Harry grumbled under his breathe.
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