Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, though I have wished it on many shooting stars. Please review, I really don't care what you write in it. And sorry for the late update. Midterms are evil, evil things.
Hermione had been distant the entire train ride to Hogwarts. Ron and Harry were worried, but they never said a word. Hermione was rather frightening when angry. Besides that, the train ride was spent discussing Sirius Black. Although the man in the corner was kind of, well, a creeper. His trunk was labeled Professor R. J. Lupin and his ragged clothes and unshaven chin gave the teens the impression of a homeless man. Hermione assumed he was a new teacher, but she could be wrong. Not that she ever was, however you must account for even the small possibility.
She had been wrong about her family her entire life... How does someone do that? How does one not know the people they called mum and dad all their lives isn't really mum and dad? And who were her parents anyways? Why did they not want her? Were they still alive? Hermione was so lost in the sea of questions that she didn't noticed that the train had stopped until Ron spoke.
Several dark and painful moments later, a skeletal figure in a long dark cloak stood in the copartment doorway. It drew a long, rattling breath into its seemily dead lungs. The happiness within the small area vanished, and Hermione heard a strange noise. It sounded like the reving of a motorcycle. A flying motorcycle. She shook her head. Motorcycles didn't fly...
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Dumbledore placed the letter upon his desk. Recent events had taken place in a rather inconvinient order. Or perhaps not... He would have to watch and see how these matters played out. In the mean time, he needed to contact a rather well-hidden witch.
The headmaster opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a chocolate box. Inside the small heart he placed the letter he had just recieved. He hoped that it would not fall into the wrong hands. No one really knew where they boxes companion or its owner was. The lid was placed back onto the box and the letter disappeared.
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The first day back at Hogwarts was always stressful. Between being a prefect and the dementor attack, Hermione had barely enough time to think. After all of her duties were done, she slowly sank into her bed. However, sleep didn't come right away. She layed there, thinking of her life. She had to find out who her family was and fast.
What she had heard during the dementor attack still bothered her. Why on earth would she think of a flying motorcycle? It was a silly idea, ecspecially for someone like her to think. Yet the sound was somewhat soothing. Focusing on it made her sleepy. Soon, its lullaby put her to sleep entirely.
In her dreams, she heard a soft voice sing to her. Her nose filled with the smell of chocolate and flowers. It was an odd combination, but she liked it. A deeper voice joined the song and it filled her with happiness. Before slipping into total darkness, she heard a womans voice whisper, 'I love you, my little angel.'
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The small box within Dumbledores desk shook. A simple note now lay inside.
On my way. ~KH