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Dreaming of Three
It had been about a week and a half now that Hermione had been at Grimmauld Place. She had already done most of her homework and read all the books that she'd borrowed from the muggle library. She was sitting in her room on her giant bed staring at the wall just thinking.
'They probably don't even care.' She thought making tears come to her eyes.
The day that the Weasley's had come to pick her up was a sad one for her. She found out after sitting in her bedroom for an hour, when she went down the stairs, that her parents were getting a divorce. Her father who was the only one there, her mother having left, told her that he had fallen in love with his secretary. He was going to divorce her mother and one day marry Karen.
"Why? Why can't you just stay together? Don't you love mum? Don't you love me?" Hermione had cried tears running down her cheeks.
"Of course I love you darling but no I cant stay. I don't love your mother anymore. We can't be together." He said and Hermione left. She had gone up stairs to her room.
When the Weasley's had arrived an hour later Hermione had composed herself and left without saying a word to her father. She didn't want to speak to either of her parents and was glad to be leaving. Now she sat broken hearted in her room.
No one in Grimmauld place had really noticed her sadness. There was so much sadness in the house already they just assumed it was all for the same reason. Harry was grieving still for Dumbledore and being in Grimmauld Place reminded him of his long dead Godfather Sirius. Ron seemed sad about something but that might just be the fact that Dumbledore died and the war was looming. That fact was what had Mrs. Weasley in a tizzy all the time and kept Mr. Weasley busy. Fred and George were down because their sales were and Ginny wasn't happy because she and Harry broke up and were now living under the same roof.
'They wouldn't care even if they did know. I wish I could just leave and get away from everyone. I want some space.' Hermione thought frustrated. She could never seem to find space anymore. Her mind was so cluttered with things that she always felt cornered and trapped.
She looked out the window seeing the back garden, all over grown and retched. She couldn't help but feel a bit like it. Forgotten left alone. She felt sympathy for the garden though she knew that the garden was just that a garden.
Just at that moment Crookshanks jumped up onto her lap purring like a motor. She smiled at the large orange animal as she scratched its ears. It lay across her lap and began to fall asleep. The weight on her legs was somewhat soothing as she leaned her head against the wall. She closed her eyes and started to drift off. She fell into a deeper and deeper sleep eventually slipping into a dream.
Hermione was standing in the middle of a field. The grass was wonderfully green and soft beneath her feet. There was a blanket beside her and a basket along with it. She sat down on the blanket and looked inside the basket expecting to see a picnic lunch. But that was not what was within the basket.
There were three boxes and a heavy paper envelope. She took each box out separately and set them down softly on the blanket. Each one was a different size and for some reason they made her nervous. The largest one was black and looked quite old. She stared at it cautiously wondering what exactly could be inside. The second box was emerald green and smaller than the first but equally as enchanting. The last box was a small rectangular silver box that shimmer in the sunlight that poured over her head. Feeling like she couldn't stand waiting anymore Hermione began to open the envelope.
Inside the envelope were three keys and a small note. She pulled the note out and unfolded it carefully. The handwriting was loopy and hard to read but Hermione tried anyway.
Three boxes within them hid
Treasure's beneath the sealed lid.
The key so small will unlock
Delivering to you a shock.
Discover now what secrets lie
Three keys three locks to try.
But be warned secret seeker
These few treasures make futures bleaker.
"What could it possible mean 'Make futures bleaker.'" Hermione wondered turning the note over to see if more was written on the back. It was empty.
Hermione pulled each key out of the envelope and examined them. One was a large key that was a bright shinning gold. The second and third however were identical. They were small and silver.
Hermione took the gold key and tried all three boxes. She was surprised when it opened the small silver box. Upon opening it Hermione saw the three most beautiful rings that she'd ever laid eyes on. Two were matching wedding bands and were sterling silver. There was a small intricate carving of a vine going around both rings. They seemed to radiate power as they sat stuck in the black velvet. The third ring was a beautiful engagement ring. There was an emerald in the center with tiny clear diamonds set all around it. The ring was elegant without being obnoxious. She looked down at the ring and saw that inside the emerald was what looked like an M.
There was also a note within written in the same handwriting.
Bands of silver hold great power
For them you must scour.
Search closest to the sky
Above your head oh so high.
Not long after the wait will be short
The other wearer will report.
"How strange." Hermione said not liking the meaning of that at all.
She tried the next key. It opened the largest of the boxes. Inside that box was another note but something a bit more interesting. Before her sat a small sign. The sign read "Everwood Manor". There was a picture within the note that fell out when she opened it. The place was amazing.
The house it self was enormous. It was three stories high with large white pillars at the entrance. The building was made out of brick and ivy was slowly crawling up the side. It looked wonderful as the large oak tree swayed in the breeze beside it. The picture was obviously moving and Hermione saw curtain move in one of the windows but that was all.
She looked down at the note that sat in her lap.
Built to last to stand forever
Find if you're oh so clever.
Waiting for its owners two
Here's a very simple clue.
A lonely road wooded left and right,
Sits alone in the dark, waiting for some light.
"A house. Why am I supposed to find rings and a house?" Hermione said softly. "I don't like this."
But she turned her attention to the middle box. There was but one key left and one box. She picked up the key and put it in the lock turning. She felt the click of the lock releasing but was astonished at what happened next. The lid of the box opened and another note shot out. It closed again and when she tried Hermione couldn't seem to reopen it.
She figured that she had to read the note first and picked it up out of her lap. Slowly she unfolded the paper noticing the same writing as before. She was really beginning to become unhappy for these clues were very confusing.
Icy blue eyes stare
Look away if you dare.
Strength beyond any
Braver and bolder than many.
Find you he will so search not
Wait but three days in your same spot.
"Who in the world…" Hermione said as she unlocked the box again. She had the lid halfway open when she felt someone shake her shoulder. The lid fell out of her fingers and she noticed that the wonderful scenery was beginning to fade.
"Hermione wake up." Ginny said softly shaking her once more.
"What? Where are the boxes?" Hermione asked her eyes barely opened.
"What boxes?" Ginny looked about. "Hermione you must have been dreaming."
"Ginny. Oh yes dreaming." Hermione mumbled as she sat up straight. Her back and neck hurt from falling asleep in such an awkward position. Stretching her arms above her head she began to alleviate the pain.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked when she had finished her stretch.
"It's dinner time. What were you dreaming about?" Ginny asked.
"I'll tell you later." Ginny nodded and Hermione stood and started with her friend out of the room and down the hall.
Hermione found a seat at the long wood table beside Ginny. Crookshanks had long ago left her to come down here having smelled the food. Hermione smiled at him as he moved sneakily around the tables, winding in and out of people's legs waiting for food to fall to the floor. Harry sat across from her his emerald eyes downcast. Ron sat beside him also looking quite unhappy.
"What's wrong guys?" she asked making both boys lift their heads.
"Both their teams lost at Quidditch." Said Fred and George as they both entered the room carrying plates of food. The twins looked cheerful enough, as did many of the people in the room, but everyone knew that there was overwhelming sadness that gripped the bunch.
"Oh it's just Quidditch." Hermione said harshly.
"These were the biggest games of their years." Ron said defensively. "They shouldn't have lost."
"Well try not to mope at the table dear." Mrs. Weasley added upon entering the dining room.
Eventually when all the food was laid out on the table and all those eating had sat down things seemed to get a little better. Harry and Ron had snapped out of their sadness to join in some laughter. It seemed for a time that the group was back to normal.
When dinner was through Hermione and Ginny hurried up the stairs to Hermione's room. They plopped down on the bed Hermione again leaning against the headboard. Ginny stared at Hermione expectantly but when she said nothing Ginny asked.
"So what did you dream Hermione?"
"It was a really strange dream. I don't even know what it means." Hermione said softly thinking back to the field and the boxes.
She remembered it vividly but was afraid to say anything. These things could signify something that was to happen in her life though Hermione didn't really believe that you could predict the future.
"I was in a field and there was this blanket and a picnic basket just sitting there behind me." Hermione then continued to tell Ginny about the note and the boxes and all their notes. She described all the treasures that were inside the boxes. "But then you woke me up."
"So you didn't get to see who it was in the picture and what the poem described?"
"No. I was about to look in the box but you woke me up. I guess that's why I asked where the boxes were." Hermione said laughing. "I just wish I had seen who he was."
"What do you think it means though? Could you be the person that is to use all these things? Do you think maybe that you're going to get married?" Ginny said hopefully.
"I don't think so Gin. Unless Ron's been keeping a secret from me than I don't think I'll be getting married or having a house anytime soon."
'But what if they are all meant for me?' Hermione thought as the topic of conversation changed.
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