Loki had spent twice as much time than usual in the library in his wing. He was studying histories of passages out of Asgaurd, he discovered there was ways in and out that even himdel couldn't see. Caves in the systems on the mountain ranges surrounding Asgaurd. This was exactly how he was going to get away. Loki slammed the massive text closed, and once again he decided to try and get out onto the balconies.

To Loki's relief it looked as if Thor had already been here. There was a servant sweeping up the goblets that Thor had thrown away, the boy looked up at Loki, nodded and carried on. But with one sweep of his hand the golden glass flew up into the young boys bucket.

"Thank you greatly sir." The boy bowed and hurried off with his now easier job. Loki had always had a soft spot for the kitchen boys; he had once had a good friend who was born of the kitchens.

Loki leaned over the railing of the balcony looking out over the stars and studied the cliff face along one side of the realm. He sighed when he couldn't see any sort of substantial crack he began to make green and blue sparks with his hand. The stories were just legends as he had feared.

He watched as two young ravens flew against the wall, trying to find nesting sites. That's when he saw it. One of the birds looked as though he was going to fly straight into the side of the cliff. But he flew through! Loki ran further down the balcony to try and see where he had gone, but sure enough he had flown into the cliff and had vanished. He watched again, as the second bird flew up into the air as the first had done, she then sored down through the air and flew through the cliff.

Hermione had been let out of the hospital wing a few days ago, but she had still been told that she wasn't allowed into lessons for at least another week, just in case whatever had happened to her happened again. She also had to go and see Dumbledore every day so that he could talk to her about her experience. Hermione didn't really look forward to these meetings, the disappointed look on Dumbledore's face when she couldn't tell him anything more than what she had told him and the interrogation she got from her peers when she returned.

Harry and Ron however hadn't left her side since she had been aloud human contact. Harry understood the pain that she felt and Ron was always there when she needed him.

Hermione hated the way she felt since her 'accident'. She felt cold all the time.

"I felt boiling when It happened to me, maybe it's just what happens to you?" harry had told her on numerous occasions.

But it want as if she was cold, It was as if everything around her was cold, the books she touched felt like melting ice, the people she touched felt like intricate ice sculptures. Hermione had thought that she should have probably told Dumbledore about her ice feelings, but she thought that it was just her senses messing around.

Never had she been more wrong.

I'm really sorry it's taken so long! I really love this story but I think I need to find more hours in the day.