Author of Fic; Izabela Kr. a.k.a Amneslie
Chapter; 6
Pairing; Hermione Jean Granger/ Blaise Zabini
Disclaimer; Me? Own Harry Potter? HAHAHAHAHAHA Cool story, bro. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling and her genuine mind.
A/N; This one came out late and boring... Sorry guys. Seriously. Really, really sorry.
Hermione looked at the clock. It was 20;59 P.M. and she was standing right in front of Dumbledore's office. She raised her hand and slightly knocked, recieving Dumbledore's usual '' Come in'' as an answer. She took the handle in her hands, turned it slowly and opened the door. Dumbledore was sitting on his chair, behind his desk, McGonagall and Snape sitting next to him, one on each side. There was a powerful aura in the room, and as Hermione's eyes scanned for the source, she saw a woman who was sitting in a far corner from the professor, half of her face covered in the shadows. The only thing Hermione was able to describe was that the woman wore a crimson cloak and large dark brown hair. Certainly, she wanted to be left unnoticed.
'' Take a seat, Miss Granger.'' Dumbledore invited and Hermione obeyed, sitting on a chair in front of his desk. '' Miss Granger, first of all, I want to know how you got the broken lip.'' Hermione gasped and covered her mouth. She let a small whimper escape her mouth.
'' I... me and Ron had a fight this morning. He hit me. That's all. Nothing serious.'' Hermione smiled.
'' You should visit Madame Pomfrey, miss Granger. I will have Mr. Weasley in detention, this is...'' McGonagall started but someone interrupted her.
'' Ronald Weasley? The sixth son of Arthur and Molly Weasley?'' Asked the stranger. She had an aristocratic voice, as if she came from the most elegant and old magical family. She had a little french accent which was barely noticed by Hermione.
'' The same, Miss...'' Hermione stopped in mid sentence
'' Iris Ciel.'' The woman said and Hermione's eyes widened. If this was the same Iris Ciel she had read about in the books, then she was in the presence of one of the most powerful witches known.
'' Iris. This problem shall be solved later.'' Dumbledore said and turned to Hermione. '' Miss Granger, I wanted you today to meet Iris, because I want you pass the winter holidays in her mansion. Your potential for magic has called Miss Ciel's attention and she wants to train you some difficult, but very powerful and very harmful spells that you may use in the war.'' Hermione's eyes widened. She, learning from Iris Ciel? But, wait...
'' Um, sir?'' Hermione started. '' Wasn't Miss Ciel...''
'' Iris was a Gryffindor, if that's what you want to know, Miss Granger.'' Dumbledore answered.
'' You will see this winter, Hermione. Oh, and Happy Birthday'' Iris smiled. She was the only one beside Blaise, Ginny and Harry who told Hermione this today. She then got up. '' If you can excuse me, Dumbledore, I have some arrangements to settle, and I am quite late for one of them.'' That said, she disappeared. Just like that.
'' Well, now that this is done, mind telling us what happened with Mr Weasley, Hermione?'' Asked Dumbledore.
'' Well, It all started this morning, sir...'' Hermione said.
After ten minutes, she was done telling the story. McGonagall, who was angry since Hermione started, was now practically fuming. She had stormed out of the room. Hermione had also left. She was walking towards the Gryffindor tower, when a beautiful cat called her attention. It was a beautiful white persian cat. Its eyes were staring directly at Hermione, and the Gryffindor doubted if it wanted to jump at her. But then the cat moved and Hermione had the urge to follow it. She ran after it. Brief minutes after that, she ended in the astronomy tower. The cat started to change when the moonlight touched it. Its whiskers dissapeared, it grew long black curls and transforemd into a woman with black robes and a insane grin on her face. Hermione couldn't mistake that grin, that hair, that face. Bellatrix Lestrange was standing right in front of her. Hermione reached for her wand quickly and tried to use a petrification spell on Bellatrix, but the older witch quickly sidetracked it easily, her grin widening.
Blaise was hidden in the shadows, watching Hermione throwing useless spells against Bellatrix Lestrange. He knew that the cat was trouble, but he couldn't reach Hermione, and he didn't expect Voldemort to send Bellatrix. He took out his wand and waited for the exact moment. He used a non verbal spell to disarm Bellatrix while Hermione was dealing with her. When the wand flew out of her hand, Bellatrix screamed in frustration. Blaise smiled as he understood that she believed that Hermione had sent that spell. He looked around. There was practically nothing that he could use against Bellatrix in that tower, but a torch. A idea came to his head. A year ago they learned how to transform fire into snakes and use them to tie up the oponent. He conjured the spell silently. A thick, black snake wrapped around Bellatrix and she let out a scream. Soon after that, McGonagall came running. Bellatrix dissapeared and left Hermione alone and Blaise still hidden. McGonagall started to walk Hermione to the Gryfindor tower, and when the Gryffindor Princess turned, she saw Blaise, winking at her. She smiled and quickly turned around, leaving Blaise behind her.