Hello again, yeah I don't really know what's going to happen for a while because I know exactly what's going to happen in the end I just don't really know what's going in-between; I'm sure that's exactly what you're not supposed to do but ah-well. Just want to shout out to my friends who I'm not going to mention names but knows exactly who she is but is really good at reading them and just being good at being mad with me so thanks to the people who are actually coming back and reading the next parts.
Hermione quickly nodded awake after falling back to sleep after Harry had left her. Something cold had pressed against her forehead, she was trying to work out whether or not it was someone trying to get her to wake up, but no one else was in the dormitory. She passed it off a just a simple breeze from the open window. There was usually a slight gust of wind coming through that window that usually went unnoticed but it was as if there was a full blown gale outside. The curtains had been completely blown to the side and there was a howling wind. But when Hermione went to shut the window outside was a beautiful blue day. First years were outside playing in the courtyards and everyone else she assumed had either gone to hogsmede or lessons. Hermione glanced at her watch; she would have to leave in a minuet. She wasn't really bothered about missing breakfast but she had to get up eventually. As Hermione was walking towards her trunk at the bottom of her bed to reach for her robes she felt as if a freezing cold knife had stabbed through the top of her skull. It was although ice was pushing her down from above and causing her to collapse under it. As the immense pressure on her head began to slowly calm down Hermione's head was bombarded with images of grey, green and gold, starlight and then a blinding darkness. She collapsed on the fear of her mind being invaded and she felt herself becoming terrified. Fear began to fill her up like a cup being filled with water. She felt herself getting heavier and heavier until it dropped and it felt as if she was falling, falling into that same blinding darkness. That's when she heard someone knocking on the door, she hadn't remembered locking the door but she knew that she need help and she needed it now. Hermione tried to call out but found herself unable to make a noise, she tried to scream but nothing was coming out of her mouth. That's when the knocking became urgent.
"Miss granger, open this door!" Hermione recognised professor McGonagall's urgent voice; it was the same voice she used to address us when Harry fell of his broom 3 years ago. She knew something was wrong. "Alohomora" the great wooden door swung open and McGonagall was stood in the doorway, wand outstretched and with a look of panic on her face. Hermione took one look at her professor and passed out.
Loki woke up in the healer room, he was drenched in sweat and he was freezing cold. He tried to rub his hair out of his face (which he found was equally soaked in sweat) and try to make sense of why he was here, but as soon he touched his head it felt as if one thousand pins had pierced his skin. He decided that maybe trying to touch his head maybe wasn't the best of ideas, so he pushed himself up to sit up on the table like bed that was surrounded by gold healing light. But as soon as he had sat up there were two healers by his side telling him to 'calm down' and 'don't get agitated' and 'just to relax'. Loki didn't understand what they were talking about. He was perfectly calm. The only thing that he wasn't calm about was that he had no idea why he was in a healer's chamber. He didn't remember doing anything or hurting himself. But his head told him otherwise. Had he cast a spell that had rendered him unconscious? Had he knocked himself out using a potion? The last thing Loki remembered doing was falling asleep in his chambers. Nothing out of the ordinary for Loki.
"You threw your thoughts in your sleep." The voice made Loki jump.
"Hum?"
"You expanded your telepathic field in your sleep, you're lucky Himdel saw you, otherwise well." The healer told Loki, genuine concern was in his voice. "You're also extremely lucky that the mortal that received it was a midgaurdian witch."
Loki threw his head back onto the pillow. That was a mistake. Loki's head throbbed, but he was more concerned with this witch. What had she seen? Loki didn't know what he'd sent to her; it could have been anything. Anything at all and that annoyed Loki, he knew he was going to have to find her, and he was going to have to find another way around it. Himdel would never let him make the trip to midguard. Loki had read about other ways out of Asgaurd, and that's exactly how he was going to find this witch.