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I am sorry it took so long for me to continue with this story...I've must have had an obliviate.
Chapter 12: Reminising the long days...
Hermione, 24 hours after being re-admitted to the infirmary, was once finally allowed to go back to her rooms to rest and recuperate for the remainder of the week. Thinking back on the day's events. she knew a few of the students have seen her state of disarray and the entire school was a buzz with rumors of her strange behaviour. The best rumour, according to Ron (whole told to story with great flourish earlier that day by her bedside).
Apparently, according to Patil and Lavender, she not Hermione Granger, but rather the mishevious and clever ghost, Peeves, who was inhabiting her body roaming around the school (none of it happened, of course) but it gave Ron great joy to tell her all of these ridiculous stories.
Harry, however, sat pensively, quietly observing Hermione as she sat proped up with many pillows and surrounded by gifts and sweets, last of which she didn't totally love considering her parents were Muggle dentists but she could appreciate the gesture all the same.
It was almost unnearving, seeing her friend scrutenize her, as if trying to piece together a puzzle. As far as she knows, the aging process hasn't started to take affect, at least not physcially. Still, she will eventually have to tell them before they find the hard way. Could they imagine one day sitting next to their plain Jane Hermione Granger friend who suddenly aged 10 years and asking if they could pass the pumpkin juice? Breaking her reverie, Harry reached a hand over and gently laid a hand on her small shoulder.
'Hermione, do you realize that your magical siginiture has changed? I can feel it and I know it seems weird but I can usually sense a wizard or witch's aura of magic when I am near them but, you, it's different.' Regarding her more closely, he continued 'It's like you are going through a change. You don't have the same magical signature you once had.....' he trailed off as his green eyes searched her wide, slightly misty brown ones.
'Harry!' exclaimed Hermione as she rose slightly, feeling stronger than the say before. 'I didin't know that you had this ability. How long have you known you could do this? What does it feel like? Is there a book in the library on this subject?' She started rambling off questions, desperately trying to divert the initial question. Harry, however, was a true Gryffindor when it came to stubborness and was not fooled by his friend's wayward attemps at distracting him.
Ron, however, was watching the exchange with his mouth slightly agape and not certain where this conversation would lead so he just decided to pop a Treacle in his mouth and wait for the invetiable answer...he knew better to just sit back during this exchange...