Fourth year

Part 1

I was having a beautiful dream when suddenly my heart started pounding and I had a great headache. A moment later the headache faded as suddenly as it had appeared and a feminine voice shrieked.

Disgusting, he was so small like an imitation of a babe. His body shrivelled up but his eyes oh his eyes they were so red like blood.

I sat up at the panicked voice and tried consoling the newly killed spirit.

Who are you talking about please start at the beginning.

All was quiet for a moment and then the spirit began. She was much calmer now

It was Voldemort he was with his follower a tall gaunt man. I had never seen him before. They tortured me and asked me questions they made some kind of plan.

She stopped there and I waited for her to continue as pressuring her will only make her more hysterical

A death-eater will come in Hogwarts he will be disguised. The tournament….. Danger…must stop the tournament.

She began to panic and I knew that nothing could be done now. The information she had told me had been enough though. She had talked about a tournament and Voldemort was back. The prophecy had come true. I had thought that because Pettigrew was in jail now the prophecy would not come true as it concerned him but I guess I was wrong although I should have known this as the prophecy had not specified the servant.

The presence of the soul had faded in the back of my mind and her panic voice could reach me no more. I snuggled into my bed once more and stared at my room's ceiling with wide open eyes. Soon my eyes drooped and slipped close and dosed off and fell into a light sleep.

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This was not the last death caused by Voldemort a Muggle by the name of Frank had also been murdered. He was confused but had all of his mental facilities. He too spoke of a plan but there was no mention of a tournament but Bertha Jorkins was mentioned and her information was being used so I guess a tournament was into play. The plan was to use Potter not kill him and that left me slightly confused but I put it out of my mind.

I instead focused on the letter in front me. Ginny and I are still quite close not as close as we were in my second year and her first year as she has made a lot of friends but we still occasionally sent letters and spoke to each other. Her letter read

Dear Hermione

I know that what you did with my brother and while your method was unethical the results were well great. I understand why you did what you did and hold nothing against you. I know we haven't talked a lot in the past year but i want to rectify that by inviting you to the world cup with me.

We would share a room and you would stay over for about two weeks and we would go to the station together. Send me a reply with Hermes and we will pick you up at Sunday 5o'clock if your parents say yes.

Ginny Weasly

I went downstairs and went in the Den where my parents would most probably be relaxing in front of the fireplace. They were sitting curled up in the loveseat and were murmuring to each other in quite tones. I cleared my throat to gain their attention and they turned to watch me.

"Hermione dear did you want something"

Mum said when she noticed the letter clutched in my hands

"Yes mum Ginny asked me if I would come with her to the world cup and stay over at her house till it was time to go to the station. Can I go please?"

I pleaded with her. She shared a look with dad and after a while with those two silently debating she sighed and said

"Oh okay but that would mean that we would have to do your shopping a bit early"

Mother said and I nodded along with her so we didn't waste a minute and quickly got ready and drove to London. I produced my wand when we reached the wall that was the entrance to diagon alley. I tapped the bricked in the correct order and the wall formed an archway. We went to the book store and the apothecary and then bought some new robes as my old ones didn't seem to fit me quite right.

After that we went to a slightly higher end robes store so that we could find good dress robes. We soon found some beautiful robe. The robes were of a periwinkle colour that well with my complexion. The skirts were made of many layers which almost seem to float. The bodice was made of silk and was tight and the heart shape neckline showed a bit of cleavage. All in all it was a very tasteful and beautiful dress.

When all the shopping was done mum and I went back home and proceeded to pack my trunk so that we won't have to rush at the last minute. Dinner was a silent affair as neither of us was much of a talker and we are all tired from the day's events. When I had eaten my full I went upstairs to my room and changed into my Pyjamas and snuggled underneath my bed covers.

Excitement kept me up till it was midnight but nature took its course and soon my eyes lids slipped shut and i fell into a deep dreamless sleep

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The next day was as usual. My parents were all acting natural and were enjoying their day off and they gave no indication that this day was any different. Me sat in the Den together after Breakfast and did a puzzle together. Lunch came and went and we sat down to wait for their arrival. Dad was wearing grey pants and a blue jumper and mother was wearing jeans and a long sleeve top that was a grey colour.

At 5o'clock on the dot the flames in our fireplace turned green and rose up and from them two men stepped out. One was short when compared to the other man and was broad. He had ginger hair that was shoulder and his face was covered in burn marks. Me was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and looked quite intimidating.

The other man was tall and lean. He was quite handsome and his ginger hair was kept long and was tied back at the nape of his neck. He was wearing a fang earring in his right ear and was wearing clothes that would not look out of place at a rock concert. His jeans hung low on his hips and he was wearing a denim jacket over his t-shirt.

I smiled calmly at their appearance even though my heart was pumping loudly and was glad that my parents too had kept their composure.

"You must be William and Charlie. Ginny mentioned you in one of her letters"

I said and the long haired one introduced them both

"You can call me bill and this is Charlie"

He said the last part while gesturing to the stocky man.

"Now where is your trunk we got to go"

The tall one said with a smile

"Up stairs in my room"

I said and turned to go up and the stocky one followed me up to help me with my trunk. I opened the door to my room and thanked god that I had cleaned it this morning. Charlie levitated my trunk downstairs. We came back downstairs and i saw that my father was talking to Bill civilly.

"Goodbye mum, dad I will see you soon"

I turned to the two Weasly's and Bill said

"We are going to apparated. Charlie will take your trunk and you will do side-along apparition with me"

Charlie clutched at my trunk tightly and with a pop he was gone. Bill offered me his arm and i grasped it tightly and squeezed my eyes closed. It felt like I was being squeezed through a tube. I was suffocating and wished that would end soon and my wish did come true. I stumble a bit but then righted myself and then clutched at my stomach and Bill hovered over me concerned.

I gasped but straightened myself when I didn't feel nauseous anymore. We caught up with Charlie and I entered the crooked house. The living room was full with redheads and a black haired boy but my view of him was blocked when gunny hugged me tightly.

"Hermione it's so nice to see you. Oh gosh what have you done to your hair? It looks great."

She gushed and i smiled widely

"It's a hair tonic and thanks you know I know a potion that could make your hair like mine though I like how straight your hair are"

I said and she smiled wider

"You do? I always thought that I lacked volume"

She said and I shook my head to indicate no

"I think your hair is perfect"

I said and then Ginny took me upstairs to her room where my trunk was already placed. We talked a lot mostly about her crush on Potter and I gave her some advice.

"Be yourself and go out with some other guys so that he would see you as a girl and not just as his friends little sister"

And i guess that gave her some hope. At dinner that evening she didn't glance at him once and we made light-hearted conversation and listened to the Quiditch talk around us. We went to bed early as we had to get up at the crack of dawn tomorrow. I was very thankful when my eyes slipped closed just as my head hit the pillow.