Think of Me, Chapter Four
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Author Note: I am terribly sorry for not updating sooner, but I forgot about this story (lamest excuse ever!) Thanks a bunch for waiting so long. I hope you can still enjoy my writing!
"Oww…" Hermione muttered, groaning and muttering some more incoherent words under her breath. Her apparition this time was much unpredicted, due to the speed in which she had to have run away.
She had fallen to the ground in an undignified heap, successfully dropping her wand in the process. Well, at least she got a very nice feel for the dirt and grass beneath her. Looking around, Hermione then did something she hadn't done in a while. She freaked out.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
When Hermione realized that freaking out is something a sensible person (namely Draco) doesn't do in a time like this, she realized something else also- she didn't know exactly where she was either, she quickly peered around and looked at her surroundings.
She was surrounded by miles and miles of grassland, and there was a light breeze blowing softly at her robes. The sun was setting in the distance, and the light was comforting to her body, rays of light dancing all over her arms. Fortunately enough, there was a small pond nearby, covered in water lilies and reeds of all sorts, but there was no live creature in sight. There was nothing living, breathing, moving at all. There also seemed to be no humans near the area either. And using some skills that she had picked up from Tonks, Hermione was able to figure out exactly where she was. Hermione was able to figure out that she was in the heartland of England, with supposedly beautiful rolling hills and little adorable…
Grass snakes.
Hermione searched all around her and finding nothing that looked even remotely like her wand, had to settle for the muggle way of making warmth. Hermione ran around, searching for small twigs and sticks to start a fire with,
Gathering what she had learned from girl scouts, Hermione faintly remembered that rubbing two sticks together could make a fire. So, looking around once again, Hermione found two sticks of equal length and started rubbing them together.
One minuet passed, two minuets passed, three minuets passed and nothing happened. Hermione berated herself and finally decided that she could not be wasting time like this and got quite frustrated. Hermione fervently rubbed the sticks together and nothing happened.
"Argh!!" She yelled, throwing the sticks down onto the little circle of stones that she was to use as a fire place.
And, to her greatest surprise a small spark came up and set the two twigs on fire.
Hermione sat in surprise. Though she was quite sure that Draco would have been able to set the twigs on fire much faster than she could, she was pretty sure that her way was much, much cooler.
By now, the smell of the smoke was actually quite comforting, and Hermione sat and watched all the twigs start to burn. The fire was beautiful, vibrant tendrils licking at the end of the wood, and finally consuming it whole. Out of all the sticks she had gathered, there was one very beautiful one. It was smooth and glossy and looked a lot like her wand.
In fact, it was her wand. And Hermione realized that a bit too late.
Hermione snatched up her wand, trying to blow out the fire with her breath. It was quite unsuccessful, and so, she did the next best thing. Hermione jumped into the small pond nearby.
True, the fire on her wand went out, but Hermione was effectively covered from
head to toe with muck and the occasional lily pad or two.
Hermione trudged through what seemed like the endless amount of grass and greenery and to her surprise, she saw a road.
She sat down on the side, pausing to take a nice break from the tiring walking.
One car passed- it was green. Another car passed- it was blue. Another car passed- it was black. And then another car- and another…it was only after 4 green cars, 2 blue cars and 7 black cars that Hermione had carefully tallied in her head, that she noticed that she could just apperate and save all the time and trouble of walking and counting cars, which was frankly enough, not much fun at all. But then again, how much fun would apperating be anyways?
But it reminded her of the first time she had ever shown Draco the muggle world He had ended up counting cars for the first 30 minutes instead of showing him all the wonderful museums and things that only muggle England had, like red telephone booths and Buckingham palace.
So many good memories were tucked away, back into the recesses of her mind, far , far away, where things like dreams were kept. It was war time now, and there wasn't much in this world now for things like ideas and dreams and laughs. It was all survival of the fittest, or suck up your way in the Dark Lord's court.
It was at that point that Hermione felt woozy. Not her normal tiredness and anxiety of being the leader of the order, but like carsickness, just worse. She bent over a log and threw up. How unfortunate for the log. Funny- her bile was slightly sweet, which was sign of a potion.
In fact, it was a potion that was commonly used to distract, making the person fairly unable to concentrate on the task at hand. Very good for things and it was hard to trace- but what bothered the now alert Hermione was what the purpose was.
She was supposed to the head of the order; she had been trained with the crème de la crème! And now, she knew nothing of the plans of the Dark side. She felt utterly wasted and horrible, wondering what to tell the order.
She would have to return and they would ask what she had learned, and what had happened. And what would she say? What could she say? It had all gone to naught, and if something or another did not happen soon, the world would be destined for a very dark fate.
But nevertheless, Hermione took her wand and apperated with a 'pop' filled with the anguish of someone who feels useless to her cause.
"Ms. Granger!" someone called out to her as she arrived back at headquarters.
Hermione knew she looked a sight for sore eyes. With bags under her eyes and dirt under her nails, the impeccable picture perfect Hermione was looking instead tired and burdened.
"Ms. Granger!" the same person called out. "What did you learn? What is the next thing that is going to happen?"
"What happened to you?"
"Where did you go?"
All the voices speaking next to her weren't helping either. She wanted to say that she had found out loads of information, like the fact that she was going to die of a curse that the Dark Lord had put on her within a few days.
But Hermione couldn't. She didn't feel like she had an ounce of leadership and bravery left anyways. But for the sake of the good that was left in this world, she bravely put on a face and said "I haven't learned anything- but I know something serious is going to happen soon." And then promptly called in all the people for a top secret conference filled with ideas and ways to restore the world back to what it once had been.
Meanwhile, the Dark Lord couldn't help but be furious with the escape of the Order Head. And decided to kill another one of his junior deatheaters. What did they think this was anyways? A fad?
Author Note: Did you like? I think the writing style might be a bit different, but please read and review!