Harry Potter RPG - For Grownups!.
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| Tuesday, August 5th, 2003 |
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| ( Owl to Mr. Draco Malfoy ) |
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What had she just done?? Hermione's heart was pounding. She hadn't really thought her little science project would work. But work it did, in blazing technicolour. Now she was left to wander back to the dorms by herself, completely stunned by the circumstances she'd just left behind. She had to talk to Harry. She needed to tell Harry. But she couldn't talk to him tonight. He was in such bad need of sleep...he'd looked terrible all day. She waited until the common room was quiet, then slipped into her favourite room. It was blissfully silent. She needed the silence to get a grip on what had happened during her visit to Sirius. She needed to talk to Harry. Need to talk to Harry...need to... Those were the words she kept hearing over and over in her head as she fell, exhausted, into bed, and eventually sleep. She was competely burnt out and was heading for another illneess if she wasn't careful--she knew the signs. Sleep. She wondered if there'd somehow be anyone else in this room with her when she awoke. |
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Hermione woke slowly for the first time in weeks. She'd had a dreamless sleep. The realization of this washed over her as she lay in the dark. Snape had kept telling her she was doing something wrong if she was still having nightmares, that there was something missing, that her conscience wasn't clear or that she was overlooking something major. Now, it seemed, she'd found the missing link. Something so simple...and yet so incredibly complicated. She was torn between feeling giddily happy and completely forlorn. Circumstances wouldn't allow her to have any more dreamless nights any time soon, she realized. With a look of abject resignation on her face, she got out of bed and heaved a sigh. She'd almost left the room before she noticed a small piece of parchment with her name on it nearby. Hermione paused, wondering if she should open it now or wait until later. She sat down and read. After a moment, Hermione realized she'd been staring at the page for entirely too long. She folded it gently and then reached under the bed to grab her diary. Instead, she pulled out Sirius'. She had forgotten, temporarily, that this was here. Perhaps this was just what she needed to clear her mind before classes. The way it left off so abruptly...she knew there had to be more. And she was determined to put some energy today toward figuring out how to find out what more there was on the endless blank pages. She sat back and began to work on the mysterious leather book. |
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Harry looked down at his plate, and pushed his eggs over next to his fried potatoes, taking a small bite of them. He had been directing the food on his plate in an intricate dance for twenty minutes now, and everything was starting to mix together. Neither Ron nor Hermione was there, so no one talked to him, although Neville nodded at him grimly when he sat down. This is ridiculous, he thought, and forced himself to take another bite of eggs and then picked up his toast. The food felt like a heavy rock in his stomach, but he kept eating, ignoring this. He had looked even more drained this morning after his shower, and he was tired of worrying everyone who was in the line of sight of him. He tried to keep his mind off the fact that he was eating...today he had Herbology, D.A.D.A., and Transfiguration, and then an appointment with the library....the news Sirius had brought him sprang to his mind at this, and he narrowed his eyes, stabbing a chunk of potato on his plate before giving up on breakfast entirely. "Hey, Neville," he said as he grabbed his bag and stood up. "Come talk to me in the library later, after class, if you have time." And then he was out the castle doors...he sat down on the steps in the sun, closing his eyes and holding his head in his hands until the rest of his classmates started to make their way to the greenhouses. |
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| ( Owl to Dean ) |
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| ( Owl to Harry ) |
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Draco sighed heavily as he left the Charms classroom. He had Defense Against the Darks Arts next, but he had passed right by the classroom and headed towards Dumbledores office. He wasn't quite sure what the password was to actually enter the place but he was certain that the old coon would know he was there anyway, so he wasn't too concerned. He trudged up to the entrance and stood there, looking about curiously. "Well.. here I am. he mumbled How the hell do you expect me to see you if I can't even get in?" |
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Dean frowned as he read McGonagall’s letter informing him of his detentions with Binns. he sat up, re-reading it to see if there was any way he could see how this would be fun, but alas no, Binns classes were his least favorite apart from potions, and detentions Dean was not looking forward to. As dean was getting ready to go to his first detention, he discovered that the galleon Hermione had given them was growing warm, he sighed because he knew he was going to have to miss this DA meeting. He looked at the coin with a little hope that it might be after his detentions but no. While he was looking at the coin, he tripped on the hidden stair that Neville often fell through. He pulled his leg out of the stair and grumbled off to binns's office. "Worst Week Ever"Dean growled as he reached binns's door |
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Sirius had fallen asleep in his usual chair. He had gotten used to it now considering how much time he actually spent in it. His night had been dreamless as all of his nights had been since he learned Occlumency. But when he awoke on this day, he felt more refreshed than he had felt in ages. He slept well past the afternoon hours as the sun had already passed the sky's zenith and was beginning to make it's way toward the western horizon. He rose from his chair and stretched, his right hand absent-mindedly running through his hair acting very much like a comb. He stumbled out of his portrait and headed toward the prefects bathroom on the third floor of the castle. He hadn't had the chance to tell Harry that he had finally met the infamous mermaids that inhabited the portrait in the bathroom. They were nice and had taken quite a liking to the young Marauder, bathing him from head to toe whenever he entered their frame. And the moment he had to leave, they would start crying and tugging on his leg. He laughed at it all really... not at the mermaids themselves, but at the entire situation. If often reminded him of how some girls acted towards him while he was still a student at Hogwarts, like he was some sort of rockstar. He wandered back into his banquet portrait and had a bit of breakfast before strolling over to the lake scene and sitting down at the bench. He stared blankly at the ripples that formed upon the lake's surface as the swans passed by. He barely heard the noise from the continuous chatter of birds in the trees around him as he sat there, taking in one deep breath after another. His chest rising and falling with each one. He stretched his arms above his head before crossing them behind his head and leaning backward, looking up toward the sky. The sun in the portrait exuded a warmth very much like a real sun. A smile crossed the young man's face as he finally rose to his feet and walked back to his regular portrait. As he settled in his chair his dark eyes caught sight of the picture frame Hermione had left on the table facing him. For a moment, he caught a glimpse of Hermione within it, waving at him and blowing a kiss before disappearing. He smiled but not before a thought entered his mind. It was all beginning to seem like before... He wasn't going to let history repeat itself. Besides, he was stuck in a portrait. Too bad he couldn't do like Hermione suggested, cast a spell on himself. But as far as he knew, pictures lacked the ability to perform magic. It almost seemed hopeless. "Ah well... at least I can still practice Occlumency..." With that he settled back into his chair and picked up a book and began to read intently. |
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Harry was scanning the pages of yet another dusty book on British wizarding folklore. He had to admit that it was one of the more enjoyable research projects he'd ever found himself caught up in...at least he was reading stories instead of dry explanations of curses or magical theory. So far, though, the endeavor was as pointless as he thought it would be. He was nearing the end of the book, reading ever faster at the thought of returning to Gryffindor Tower after finishing it, when he saw something in an illustration so strange that he wondered if he had fallen asleep and was dreaming.... When he was sure he was awake, Harry read the story not once but ten times before marking the page and closing the book. He couldn't risk a repeat of the Peeves incident, that was certain. Leaving the rest of his books with Madam Pince for tomorrow, he took this one back to hide it in the one place where he knew it would be safe. |
Harry Potter RPG - For Grownups!.
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