Chapter 3 Hermione

The forbidden forest stood still in all its dark glory. The only sound coming from it was the sound of the leaves dancing with the wind.

A tiny squirrel scurried up a tree to get into its home, a wolf kept itself hidden from the creature which was disrupting the nearly silent night of the forest.

The thunder struck long and hard when he finally stopped screaming. He turned his head at the sound of the name that had been called moments ago. Somehow he'd been able to hear the voice that was barely a whisper over his loud, wolf-like, pain filled howl.

The grave stood broken like the castle near the shore not to far away. Between the castle and the grave a girl stood still in her fright, but it wasn't that which had caused the boy to crawl on all fours in a spider-like manner over to the girl, no it was the reorganization that kept flashing over her features. He didn't hear the soft desperate gasp coming from the girl as she backed away, afraid that he was just an illusion.

He stared at her while he crawled. His eyes were wide with desperation. "YOU KNOW!" he shouted placing his hands roughly on the girls shoulder, "YOU KNOW!" his voice was harsh and horse.

She blinked. Yes she did know, but she knew a lot of things. She was Hermione Jane Granger. She knew EVERYTHING. She however, did not know what the boy in front of her thought she knew. She racked her mind for any sort of information that might help her with knowing what it was the boy thought she knew.

While she was lost in her thoughts the boy had taken it upon himself to study her. It was strange how familiar she seemed. Her curly brown hair seemed to shin under the full moon. Her hazel eyes which he somehow knew used to glitter with happiness were now dull and empty. Her body was covered with a black robe styled in the slytherin way but how did he know what slytherin meant? How did he know what Slytherin was? He looked at her with wonder in his eyes/ he desperately searched for answers in them. He grabbed onto her shoulders. She tried to scream at first but he told her silently, subconsciously that he meant no harm. "Please Tell me what you know!" he shouted louder this time.. His breath stunk like death and she had to turn her head away. He shook her hard when she did not answer. He became frantic and the wind that blew empathized his frantic state. His wild animal like eyes stared at her with anticipation and impatiently.

"Tell me!" his scream echoed through out the forest. Several birds cawed in anger at being chased out of their home.

Again she did not answer. She could only stare at the boy with utter amazement and wonder. One last time she whispered a name, and it was that that drove the boy mad with anger and frustration.

He shoved the girl away from him and screamed some more. The thunder struck its warning again and the rain began to fall. He placed his pale bony hands over his ears and screamed even louder than before. He fell onto his knees and felt for the first time how dead the grass had become.

Thunder struck for the third time making its presents be known. The rain began to pound at his bare back and for the first time since she saw him, Hermione could actually see his appearance and a pathetic appearance it was. He was on his knees staring and howling at the moon with wolf-like features. His body was bare and exposed. His skin was broken in places, and old blood filled the open holes. His hair was wet and messy. She couldn't see his eyes clearly in the dark but when the lightning stroke she could see his ghostly white skin.

She took in a breath and her body began to shiver though if it was from the cold, or the down right fear she did not know. He continued to scream from the pain of his frustration, and she continued to watch him as it was unknown to her what she should do in a situation like this.

Hermione blinked Once. Twice. A third time. At this point a terrible silence fell upon the forbidden forest and for a moment it was as if all sign of life had been taken from the earth. The thunder stopped so suddenly it was like an earlier wave had stopped and all the others had been forced to stop as well. The Leaves had stopped moving, and were now as still as death. The wolf was still there; it had been since the fall of the sun when the boy had awakened. The only movement was the soft steady thump of the musical rain hitting the soaked dead grass which seemed to engulf itself in the lavish refreshment. He turned and stared at the girl again and she did the same. 20 minutes passed until, finally she figured out what the boy wanted. 'you stupid, stupid idiotic girl!' she thought to herself and she spoke the name that no one in the wizarding world had dared to speak since the boy had died. She told the boy his name.

"Your name is Harry James potter." And that was the biggest mistake Hermione Jane Granger made in her entire life.

A/N: I have nothing against Hermione, or draco or any of the HP characters. anything that happens to anyone in this story only happene because it goes with the plot. I am also sorry about the late update I know I said sunday but I was spenidng that day with my sister. Thank you for reading RPTBWL, we are all happy that you have taken time out of your life to read one of my best stories!

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