“I’m looking for…Wendell and Monica Wilkins.”
The man behind the hotel mesa looked up, his eyes watching her above his wire-rimmed glasses. A flicker of wariness filled his eyes. At first, he remained silent. She gulped, and she tanong even being here. Is this all worth it? I’m wasting their time. They…
Her thoughts were interrupted sa pamamagitan ng the man’s abrupt reply: “Room 51B-fourth floor. Hallway to the left. You a relative of theirs?”
Hermione breathed deeply, forcing away any tears. “Yes. Th-thank you, sir.”
The man nodded and waved her away for the susunod person behind her. She turned away and headed for the elevator. She couldn’t Apparate-not in public. She had been so use to traveling through Apparation, but now she had to get use to the old days. She only hoped her parents would, too.
The elevator was empty, and she stepped inside. As the elevator doors shut behind her, and the area was still silent in vacancy. The tears fell down her cheeks as she silently wept.
Second floor...
Third floor…
Fourth floor.
The doors pushed apart, and Hermione wiped her face of any sadness. She had to be bravo and strong. Throughout the long, long year, she had learned all of this. Now it would be tested on something important to her.
Her eyes watched over for the right room number, which was supposed to be engraved in a plate on the doors of the rooms. Room 53b…
Room 52b…
Rom 51b!
Her puso jumped as she stepped toward the white door with a ginto colored handle. Her parents were just behind the door. Only, in a way, they weren’t her parents. As she tried to relax herself, she could hear them talking through the door.
“…Least those creepy men in masks are gone,” a female voice was muttering. Mom!
Hermione gasped, but not too loudly. So the Death Eaters had come. Yet the sounded just fine-her mom did, anyway.
“I’m sure they were just crazy people who were…to late for Halloween. They didn’t make any sense. They kept coming in asking about our ‘mudblood daughter,’” sinabi her father, unsure of what he was saying. He sounded alright, as well. She gave a sigh of relief, even ignoring the Mudblood comment, she was so happy.
“Yes, it did sound quite strange,” sinabi her mother.
Hearing their voices, realizing they were alive and okay, made Hermione’s spirits lift, but not sa pamamagitan ng much.
She knew they would not welcome her so easily, and she had a feeling the door was locked. Hermione’s eyes shifted through the hallway; it, like the elevator, was silent with vacancy. She took out her wand and muttered at the door knob, “Alohamora.”
There was a click, but her parents did not saw anything inside the door. Hermione took a deep breath before entering the room where her parents were.
The sound of the door creaking open caused her parents to jump out of their seats just as Hermione could take a peek. “I thought we locked that door,” sinabi her mother, who sat back down.
“Who are you?” asked her father, although he didn’t sound threatening; in fact, his voice gave away that he was a bit terrified. Perhaps those Death Eaters coming had made them madami afraid of visitors now…
Seeing her parents was like all of last taon was nothing. Now, she just wanted her parents back; these people meant nothing to her at all.
“I-don’t be afraid, please,” Hermione pleaded, her arm rising with her wand ready to be pointed at her parents. She tried so hard not to cry. She had to concentrate hard, and she could only hope-pray-her spell would work.
“What is that? Looks a lot like a stick those men is masks had,” her father stated, taking steps closer toward a phone sitting on the mesa in the center of the room.
“Sit still, please!” Hermione cried.
Her parents jumped and were still. Her mother’s hand met her father’s. Hermione took one madami breath to relax her emotions, and she began muttered the reverse incantation of the False memory charm. The thought of her parents never remembering her made her shut her eyes while doing so as a reaction.
She took a peek through her shut eyes to see if it was working. While in relief, she kept muttering. Her parent’s expressions were vacant, like they were elsewhere. They stared at the same place; toward the phone. Small, silver-blue, thin ribbons twirled around their heads. Hermione tried so hard not to have her hand tremble.
Without thinking, she silenced herself. The wand slipped from her grasp. There was nothing but silence, enough to let Hermione hear her wand drop.
Her parents stared and blinked at her. At first, Hermione felt terrified. What is the spell didn’t work? “…Mum? Dad?” she asked, her voice cracking. When they didn’t reply instantly, Hermione tried to stay hopeful.
“Hermione, girl?”
Hermione’s head slowly looked up to see her parents. Yes, she was certain her father sinabi it. Hermione grinned; she had done it. Her parents were living and breathing, and they remembered her again.
“Yes, mum?” she asked, her voice cracking as she walked closer to them.
“Wait, where are we?” her father questioned nervously, getting to her feet. Her hand was still around Hermione’s father’s.
“So, how was your first taon of school?”
Hermione turned dubiously toward her father, not sure if she heard him right. “Hunh?”
“You know…Potwarts or something, isn’t it? It sounds very interesting. I hope you had fun,” her mother replied, ignoring Hermione’s puzzled look.
“Hogwarts, but-”
Hermione stopped herself and stared at her wand. Realization hit. Perhaps the spell had worked, but not entirely. Would everything she told them of her adventures with Harry and Ron, dealing with Draco and Pansy, and Voldemort himself, be nothing to them anymore?
“But what, Hermione? And wow, you…you look so grown up. How-?” her mother began.
Guess not. To save them from their confusion, Hermione replied simply, “Mum, I’ve graduated! You’re-you two must’ve-” Hermione couldn’t finish; her mind couldn’t think of anything clever or reasonable to say.
“Really? Oh, wow, I must be getting old. I can’t remember anything,” sinabi her mother while, not knowingly, saving Hermione.
“Same here. Quite odd, actually,” her father added. “So, how was…the rest of your school years. We’re sorry we can’t remember any of it.”
“It’s alright. So…where do you want me to start?” she asked, sitting down on the sopa on either side of her parents before beginning to her amazing and beautiful story of the wizarding word.
<Wow, that's a lot. XD Okay, I'd like some comments (it'd be nice, you know ^.^), and I don't mind lots of critcism, should I need it. :D>
The man behind the hotel mesa looked up, his eyes watching her above his wire-rimmed glasses. A flicker of wariness filled his eyes. At first, he remained silent. She gulped, and she tanong even being here. Is this all worth it? I’m wasting their time. They…
Her thoughts were interrupted sa pamamagitan ng the man’s abrupt reply: “Room 51B-fourth floor. Hallway to the left. You a relative of theirs?”
Hermione breathed deeply, forcing away any tears. “Yes. Th-thank you, sir.”
The man nodded and waved her away for the susunod person behind her. She turned away and headed for the elevator. She couldn’t Apparate-not in public. She had been so use to traveling through Apparation, but now she had to get use to the old days. She only hoped her parents would, too.
The elevator was empty, and she stepped inside. As the elevator doors shut behind her, and the area was still silent in vacancy. The tears fell down her cheeks as she silently wept.
Second floor...
Third floor…
Fourth floor.
The doors pushed apart, and Hermione wiped her face of any sadness. She had to be bravo and strong. Throughout the long, long year, she had learned all of this. Now it would be tested on something important to her.
Her eyes watched over for the right room number, which was supposed to be engraved in a plate on the doors of the rooms. Room 53b…
Room 52b…
Rom 51b!
Her puso jumped as she stepped toward the white door with a ginto colored handle. Her parents were just behind the door. Only, in a way, they weren’t her parents. As she tried to relax herself, she could hear them talking through the door.
“…Least those creepy men in masks are gone,” a female voice was muttering. Mom!
Hermione gasped, but not too loudly. So the Death Eaters had come. Yet the sounded just fine-her mom did, anyway.
“I’m sure they were just crazy people who were…to late for Halloween. They didn’t make any sense. They kept coming in asking about our ‘mudblood daughter,’” sinabi her father, unsure of what he was saying. He sounded alright, as well. She gave a sigh of relief, even ignoring the Mudblood comment, she was so happy.
“Yes, it did sound quite strange,” sinabi her mother.
Hearing their voices, realizing they were alive and okay, made Hermione’s spirits lift, but not sa pamamagitan ng much.
She knew they would not welcome her so easily, and she had a feeling the door was locked. Hermione’s eyes shifted through the hallway; it, like the elevator, was silent with vacancy. She took out her wand and muttered at the door knob, “Alohamora.”
There was a click, but her parents did not saw anything inside the door. Hermione took a deep breath before entering the room where her parents were.
The sound of the door creaking open caused her parents to jump out of their seats just as Hermione could take a peek. “I thought we locked that door,” sinabi her mother, who sat back down.
“Who are you?” asked her father, although he didn’t sound threatening; in fact, his voice gave away that he was a bit terrified. Perhaps those Death Eaters coming had made them madami afraid of visitors now…
Seeing her parents was like all of last taon was nothing. Now, she just wanted her parents back; these people meant nothing to her at all.
“I-don’t be afraid, please,” Hermione pleaded, her arm rising with her wand ready to be pointed at her parents. She tried so hard not to cry. She had to concentrate hard, and she could only hope-pray-her spell would work.
“What is that? Looks a lot like a stick those men is masks had,” her father stated, taking steps closer toward a phone sitting on the mesa in the center of the room.
“Sit still, please!” Hermione cried.
Her parents jumped and were still. Her mother’s hand met her father’s. Hermione took one madami breath to relax her emotions, and she began muttered the reverse incantation of the False memory charm. The thought of her parents never remembering her made her shut her eyes while doing so as a reaction.
She took a peek through her shut eyes to see if it was working. While in relief, she kept muttering. Her parent’s expressions were vacant, like they were elsewhere. They stared at the same place; toward the phone. Small, silver-blue, thin ribbons twirled around their heads. Hermione tried so hard not to have her hand tremble.
Without thinking, she silenced herself. The wand slipped from her grasp. There was nothing but silence, enough to let Hermione hear her wand drop.
Her parents stared and blinked at her. At first, Hermione felt terrified. What is the spell didn’t work? “…Mum? Dad?” she asked, her voice cracking. When they didn’t reply instantly, Hermione tried to stay hopeful.
“Hermione, girl?”
Hermione’s head slowly looked up to see her parents. Yes, she was certain her father sinabi it. Hermione grinned; she had done it. Her parents were living and breathing, and they remembered her again.
“Yes, mum?” she asked, her voice cracking as she walked closer to them.
“Wait, where are we?” her father questioned nervously, getting to her feet. Her hand was still around Hermione’s father’s.
“So, how was your first taon of school?”
Hermione turned dubiously toward her father, not sure if she heard him right. “Hunh?”
“You know…Potwarts or something, isn’t it? It sounds very interesting. I hope you had fun,” her mother replied, ignoring Hermione’s puzzled look.
“Hogwarts, but-”
Hermione stopped herself and stared at her wand. Realization hit. Perhaps the spell had worked, but not entirely. Would everything she told them of her adventures with Harry and Ron, dealing with Draco and Pansy, and Voldemort himself, be nothing to them anymore?
“But what, Hermione? And wow, you…you look so grown up. How-?” her mother began.
Guess not. To save them from their confusion, Hermione replied simply, “Mum, I’ve graduated! You’re-you two must’ve-” Hermione couldn’t finish; her mind couldn’t think of anything clever or reasonable to say.
“Really? Oh, wow, I must be getting old. I can’t remember anything,” sinabi her mother while, not knowingly, saving Hermione.
“Same here. Quite odd, actually,” her father added. “So, how was…the rest of your school years. We’re sorry we can’t remember any of it.”
“It’s alright. So…where do you want me to start?” she asked, sitting down on the sopa on either side of her parents before beginning to her amazing and beautiful story of the wizarding word.
<Wow, that's a lot. XD Okay, I'd like some comments (it'd be nice, you know ^.^), and I don't mind lots of critcism, should I need it. :D>
Isobel Panhurst 28 April at 19:52
Hi
How are you?
What you been up to?
Hows life?
Whats the meaning of life?
Do you ship Klaine?
Do you ship Spuffy?
You don't ship Kurtofsky do you?
Is there and English exam susunod week?
Did you watch Glee on Monday?
Did you know Chris Colfer leaked that Darren Criss has a girlfriend?
Did you know Starship premiers on Saturday
Did you know the new Harry Potter trailer came out Yesterday?
Is that enough tanong for you?
wait the HP trailer came out today....i think.....Tumblr confused me
oh enough question
Are you a Tumblr addict?
OMG Do you like Drarry?
are you against people asking questions?
He still hasn't replied :P ROFLLL
he really shouldn't have called me a asong babae earlier.....
Hi
How are you?
What you been up to?
Hows life?
Whats the meaning of life?
Do you ship Klaine?
Do you ship Spuffy?
You don't ship Kurtofsky do you?
Is there and English exam susunod week?
Did you watch Glee on Monday?
Did you know Chris Colfer leaked that Darren Criss has a girlfriend?
Did you know Starship premiers on Saturday
Did you know the new Harry Potter trailer came out Yesterday?
Is that enough tanong for you?
wait the HP trailer came out today....i think.....Tumblr confused me
oh enough question
Are you a Tumblr addict?
OMG Do you like Drarry?
are you against people asking questions?
He still hasn't replied :P ROFLLL
he really shouldn't have called me a asong babae earlier.....
I wrote this for class :D hope you like it!
In the Arena,
Two rules,
Stay alive
No cannibalism.
In the Arena,
24 tributes,
To the death,
One survivor.
In the Arena,
They called for her,
I volunteered,
To save Prim's life.
In the Arena,
She took my arrows,
Arrows are life,
My arrows.
In the Arena,
He sinabi he'd kill me,
Would Peeta do that
To me?
In the Arena,
A cannon,
madami kills,
My kills?
In the Arena,
I find him,
Dying,
susunod to me.
In the Arena,
I saved him,
Together,
We'll survive.
I the Arena,
He told me,
I pag-ibig you,
I lied.
In the Arena,
No one really
Comes out
Alive.
In the Arena,
They came
to tear us
to pieces.
In the Arena,
The berries
Saved us,
In the end.
In the Arena,
We lived,
But what
was the cost?
Reviews, please?
In the Arena,
Two rules,
Stay alive
No cannibalism.
In the Arena,
24 tributes,
To the death,
One survivor.
In the Arena,
They called for her,
I volunteered,
To save Prim's life.
In the Arena,
She took my arrows,
Arrows are life,
My arrows.
In the Arena,
He sinabi he'd kill me,
Would Peeta do that
To me?
In the Arena,
A cannon,
madami kills,
My kills?
In the Arena,
I find him,
Dying,
susunod to me.
In the Arena,
I saved him,
Together,
We'll survive.
I the Arena,
He told me,
I pag-ibig you,
I lied.
In the Arena,
No one really
Comes out
Alive.
In the Arena,
They came
to tear us
to pieces.
In the Arena,
The berries
Saved us,
In the end.
In the Arena,
We lived,
But what
was the cost?
Reviews, please?
