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Sunday, January 5th, 2003
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5:32 pm - Visions and Prophesies 02: The Aftermath
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The next morning, Harry sat in the common room waiting for Hermione to come down for breakfast. Ron, Seamus, and Neville filed past him and out the portrait hole with a "see ya Harry!" and "Charms at 9!" When it seemed the whole of Gryffindor Tower was empty, Harry trudged up the stairs to the girls dorm. When he found the room that she shared with Lavender, Parvati, and another girl in their year, he knocked. When the door opened, he was face to face with a stunned Parvati.
"Parvati, is Hermione here?"
At this, the Patil twin's eyebrow darted up into her hairline.
"No Harry. She left us in here last night to go "study". We figured she was in the common room already."
A cold feeling of dread began to make it's presence known to Harry. He knew she wasn't in the common room, he had just come from there.
"Ok, thanks Parvati."
As fast as he could, Harry ran down the stairs and out of the portrait hole. Maybe she was in the library early this morning and decided to go ahead to the Great Hall for breakfast.
At the Gryffindor table, Ron looked around. Harry wasn't there and neither was Hermione. He had heard he come into the room last night and heard part of the conversation she had with Harry. Then next thing Ron knew, Hermione was on the verge of yelling at Harry and telling him to leave her alone. He knew things had to be rough on her, but he didn't pretend to understand what it was like. She had spent her summer holiday with the Weasleys, and he wasn't sure he had ever seen her look so horrible. She didn't even pick up her books or hound him with facts from Hogwarts:A History. Even though he'd never admit it to her face to face, he missed the constant nagging and bickering that had become them both. Ron looked up from his plate to see if he could spot either of his two best friends and saw Harry skid to a halt outside the doors of the Hall.
"Over here Harry!"
Harry sprinted over to Ron, a frown creasing his forhead.
"Ron, has Hermione been here?"
"No. Maybe she's in the library. That girl and those bloody books..."
Ron's tirade faded out as the cold feeling grew inside of Harry.
"... sleep with books when she was little I bet you. Harry? Are you alright?"
Instead of answering his best friend, Harry sprinted back out of the Hall and sped towards the library. He reached it out of breath and earned himself a stern look from Madame Pince, who told him "Potter, you're breathing too loud. Become silent this instant or I'll throw you out!"
He fought to catch his breath and wandered around the vast library. Almost half and hour later, his search yielded nothing of the whereabouts of Hermione. On his way out, he asked Madame Pince if she had by any chance seen the girl.
"No Mr. Potter. Not since yesterday afternoon."
Without looking back, Harry mumbled a thank you to the librarian and walked out.
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In the Divination classroom, a little known fifth year was fighting the urge to sleep. Sarin Haley hated the class with a passion, and only took it because it was easy to "predict" one's own death. As her eyes grew too heavy to hold open, the girl began having a strange vision. In it, there was a girl, a sixth year, bound and gagged. She was silently crying and looked to have been tortured some. A cold voice floated into the mist of Sarin's mind.
"Tell me the prophesy girl."
The bound prisoner looked up with defiance in her eyes.
"Have it your way. CRUCIO!"
Sarin screamed and started awake. The entire Divination class stared at her; Professor Trelawney looked annoyed, concerned and interested all at once. The crystal ball she held in her hands was forgotten for the moment.
"Ms. Haley. What did you see?"
Tossing her black hair back, Sarin looked at the batty old woman.
"Who said I saw anything? Maybe I'm just bored out of my wits!"
The rest of the class shrank back away from Sarin, especially her twin brother, Tobias. He knew he'd be owling their mum and dad by the evening.
"Very well Ms. Haley. When you are ready to share, let me know. In the meantime, class is dismissed. Don't forget to work on your charts!"
"Sar, that was NOT necessary! What if you had gotten detention? Or worse?"
Sighing heavily, the girl stopped in the middle of the hallway, turned to her brother, and looked him in the eye.
"Toby, Trelawney is a harmless old kook with nothing better to do than predict death and suffering. You know she eats up the misery angle. Why give her more ammunition? Besides, it was just a dream."
"Just a dream huh? Like it was just a dream that that sixth year's parents would die last year? Sar, you have a gift... you are a true Seer."
Sarin couldn't get the girl's face out of her mind. She looked so familiar! She knew she was a sixth year at Hogwarts, but why did she look as if Sarin had seen her before, on many occasions?
"Maybe Tobias, maybe."
"There's no maybe about it Sarin! You really are!"
By this time, they had made it to the Great Hall. Sarin's face lit up when she saw Ginny Weasley waving to her.
"Just drop it Toby."
He had no choice as he followed his sister to the Gryffindor table.
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5:31 pm - Visions and Prophesies 01: Why Won't You Leave Us?
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The old wizard sighed and turned away from the window in his office. He let his gaze take in all the things that he knew so well. Fawkes sat on his perch, regarding his master with inquisitive eyes. The many portraits of past Headmasters and Mistresses hung where they always had, many of the frames empty as the occupants had decided that it was time for a little stroll to visit friends about the castle. The old man's eyes settled on the newspaper clippings he had on his desk. The one immediately on top held a small family, laughing and smiling at him, the child's chubby hand being raised in a waving motion by his mother. His father was holding him, looking proud. That family would be destroyed shortly after the picture was taken. The clippings under that one held accounts of their deaths, how they were betrayed, and of their young son, Harry. The-Boy-Who-Lived. On the opposite side of his desk was another clipping from the Daily Prophet. Fairly recent news, about the killings of more Muggles. Two names stood out above the rest to the wizard. Andrew and Rose Granger. Their daughter, Hermione had been in his office a year ago, listening to the Headmaster break the news to her. What had been more horrible to the old man was not breaking the news to her, but her reaction. She had been in denial about it, insisting that the paper was wrong. She tore from his office, determined that she would owl her parents and they would owl her back and then she could prove that the paper had the wrong names. It broke his heart to see the owl deliver her letter back to her the next morning at breakfast. He wondered how she was doing now, that it was a year to the very day that her parents had died.
It was a full fledged war going on now, Muggles afraid to go out of their homes, wizards and witches doing their everyday things in groups. Voldemort was no longer on the rise. He had risen to the very peak of his power. Harry, Hermione, and Ron Weasley stuck closer than ever, Harry and Hermione moreso. They were each other's crutches now that they had no family to speak of. Dumbledore remembered the day he had recieved an owl from the girl's grandparents. They could not take care of her and they sent their regrets. She had been given the choice then, to stay with the Weasleys or to go to a Muggle orphanage. Of course, she opted to stay with the Weasleys, and he had gotten word over the time she had spent with them that she was having a very hard time coming to terms with her parent's deaths. In that, he supposed, Harry was a great deal more lucky than she. His parents died when he was a baby. He hadn't gotten to know them, but for Hermione, it was different; more difficult. She had spent fourteen years of her life with her family, and to have them ripped from her so suddenly caused her pain that no one should ever have to feel. Turning back to the window, Dumbledore sighed and slowly shook his head.
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Harry sat on his bed thinking. It was odd, that the day his parents died, had been the same day that Hermione's parents had died. Sure, it was years later, but odd all the same. Would another fifteen years pass and then the Weasleys would be killed? Who would be next? Why did it have to be his parents? Her parents? He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't hear the door open or the person entering it.
"Harry?"
It was Hermione. She sounded as if she had been crying, or had not had enough sleep. Harry leaned over and pulled a corner of the curtain that hung over his bed up so he could see her face.
"Come on in Hermione."
She crawled into the bed with him and curled up onto her side. She looked so fragile, so tiny.
"What is it Hermione?"
She was silent for a few moments before she spoke, her words coming out in a hoarse whisper.
"Why wasn't I there? My parents were killed Harry and I wasn't there. I should have been killed too!"
Before she could open her mouth to say another word, Harry was upon her, turning her to face him roughly.
"Don't you EVER say that again Hermione Lissette Granger! DON'T EVER! You are here for a purpose that has yet to be fulfilled!"
He was yelling into her face, tears of sorrow and rage falling unchecked down his cheeks. Seeing him like that scared Hermione and she began to shake uncontrollably. He sensed he was scaring her, but her words had scared him beyond common sense.
"Don't you think about leaving me again Mione!"
Harry grabbed her and held her close. After a while, he pulled back and surveyed her in the dim light of the interior of the bed. She was pale and thin; much thinner than she had ever been before. Her hair was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail and her eyes were dead looking.
"Mione, you need to eat something."
She looked at him and sighed.
"Harry, I have been eating."
"I mean something more than what's necessary to ensure you don't starve to death. You're too thin."
"Don't start ok?"
"I'm just-"
"Drop it."
"Love..."
She leapt from the bed, her eyes shining bright with tears of anger, and whirrled to face him.
"Leave me alone Harry! Leave me alone, or Merlin help you..."
And with that, she ran from the room.
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5:28 pm - Posting Stories
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I think I will use this particular diary to archive my stories. I'm a fanfiction writer, and at this particular time, I'm working on some Harry Potter fics. Well, technically one HP fic... it's taken me about 3 months to get to where I am now and hopefully this will be one of the more popular fics around... So, beginning with the next entry on this diary, I bring you all... Visions and Prophesies, a work in progress by K. Jones.
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| Tuesday, December 31st, 2002
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7:18 pm - Here I go again
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Another diary site. I'm not truly at home here I feel. I'm more comfortable at my old diary in the Opendiary site... but seeing as how I can't really afford it anymore, I'm forced to move on... Time will bring about comfort and as I get to know people here, perhaps it won't be so bad, right?
*sigh*
It's all relative I presume.
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