Chapter 8
"What does this Jane have to do with me?" asked Hermione
"Miss. Granger, Jane is your ancestor."
Hermione fell off her seat as Aelwyn told her that unexpected answer. Jane is her ancestor. A witch? Hermione was so confused; she's a mudblood, right? The young teenager stared at the two adults hoping that they were only joking, but the look from their faces….Hermione turned pale.
Back at the library, the two adults were quiet for a while re-thinking their emotions for Hermione Granger. Remus actually liked her; people thought that they would be a perfect couple if Remus were younger. Sirius didn't know about his feelings for Hermione. He always thought of her as a bookworm….his godson's best friend….the most intelligent witch her age. He didn't like her more than a daughter until their lips touched; he hadn't kissed a woman for 16 years.
"Sirius, even if Harry didn't have any feelings for Hermione... you and me both know she can't date someone who is older. She's 16 years old!" Remus whispered.
Sirius turned to his friend, "So you do have feelings for her?"
Remus sighed, "Unfortunately I do."
"It's just a crush, nothing more", the two thought at the same time.
The silence was anxiety Hermione, she couldn't take it. But she knew that the fortuneteller and the headmaster were talking about her and this Jane. Later, the headmaster told her she can go back to her dorm. When Hermione came inside the common room, she noticed that Ron and Harry were walking back to their rooms. Hermione didn't feel like talking with anyone right now.
Hermione sat down on the red sofa; she pulled her necklace off of her, and stared at it. She remembered the conservation she had with her mom when she gave it to her. "This necklace has been in my family for generations. I believe it was meant for you, Hermione Jane Granger." Her mom said. "Hermione Jane Granger." That name had echoed in her head.
"She really is my ancestor." Hermione whispered.
Suddenly, the door opened and Rafael and Sammy came in.
"Hello boys." Hermione said.
The two teenagers looked up and found Hermione smiling at them. They both blushed like roses and mumbled hello back as they headed to their rooms.
"What's with them?" Hermione thought.
Remus and Sirius wanted a good night sleep but instead found Harry and Ron looking at them angry. Sirius groaned he didn't want to play chess or anything right now. His head hurts about thinking of Hermione a lot.
"What seems to be the problem?" asked Remus.
"Both of you." Ron said angrily.
Sirius and Remus looked at each other quickly and looked backed at the young teenage boys. Sirius sat down on a chair while Remus was leaning near the door. "Does Harry know already about me and Hermione?" questioned Sirius.
"We know who you really are, Remus and Sirius." Harry said. Sirius fell off his chair and landed on his back on the ground. He got up back from the floor quickly as if he never fell off. Remus cleared his throat.
"Since you two already know about us, please do not tell Hermione." Remus said.
"What? Why? If we don't, she's going to kill us." Ron yelled.
"Yes we know that but the reason we look like this is because Dumbledore ask us to so we can protect you three from any kind of danger." Remus answered.
Harry groaned and decided to go downstairs to re-think his thoughts for a moment. It was really weird for him right now. So Ron was left with Remus and Sirius.
"When are you going to tell Harry?" Ron asked them
"What?" they both said.
"When are you going to tell Harry, that both of you have feelings for Hermione?" Ron asked them again.
"We don't have romantic feelings for her, just a little crush." Sirius corrected him. "Please Ron, do not tell Harry. It will be very awkward for him."
"It's awkward for me, right now talking to grown men having a crush on a teenage girl." Ron moaned.
Hermione heard a scream. She was running and running as if it was taking forever. Finally, she stopped when she noticed a girl's body was facing the dirty ground. Hermione walked towards her and put her hand out to touch her back. But where her hand brushed against her skin, red appeared, dripping red, and she realized it was blood. She looked down at her own hands and they were covered with blood.
Hermione woke. Shaking, she lit a candle. Closely she inspected her hands. They were clean; nonetheless she went to the bathroom and turned on the sink. She scrubbed her hands with soap until her skin was raw.
The next morning, Hermione barely had time for sleep for the past few months (2 months). She kept having the same dream or on other nights, it would be about a young woman with golden hair and she was holding onto an arrow and a bow. Hermione didn't tell anyone but Ginny because she knew that Harry and Ron or even Sammy and Rafael would be worried of her and she never wanted someone to worry over her. She never liked the attention.
After class, Hermione thought it would be wonderful to take a walk in the bridge near Hogesmade. But before she went there, she decided to wear the white dress her grandmother gave her. It was white and it would match her white shoes. And classes were over for 6th year anyway, so no one would notice her that much. Hermione was standing in the same bridge, when Harry and her were talking about 2nd challenge for the Triz Tournament before Cedric was murdered by the Dark Lord. Now, Hermione Granger would come over here to think and no, she doesn't like going to library when she needs to alone because Ron or anyone else would ask her to do their homework or need her help.
Hermione felt the wind blew around her. Her golden brown curly hair was all over her face but she didn't seem to care as long she felt the cool breeze around her body. Then the young teenager noticed that no one was around and no one was under the bridge near the lake. Luckily, this lake was no mermaids would appear, kidnap a girl, and turn her into a doll.
"Ron, don't you think Remus or Sirius should stay with Hermione?" asked Harry as he was walking with Ron, behind them was the "teenagers".
"Yeah. But Remus didn't know where else Hermione would be. He checked everywhere especially the library." Ron whispered backed.
Harry sighed, "She's probably at the bridge thinking."
Then all 4 men were walking towards their friend.
