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The Leather-Bound Journal by ireallydontknow
Format: Short story
Chapter 1: 1- The Leather-Bound Journal
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Hermione Granger hopped out of the car, and gave her parents a goodbye hug and kiss. “Make sure to write!” they reminded her, and she rolled her eyes. She always wrote. That is what she loved to do.
She dragged her luggage through the wall leading to platform 9-3/4, and was soon on the other side. Remembering everything that had happened last year, she reluctantly went on the train. She hadn’t told her parents, or anyone who didn’t know about the “incident”. True, it was important, but it was her business.
Hermione was going down to the great hall, when she tripped on something. She looked at it; it was some sort of book. It had no title, but it had leather binding and cover, which made it look very elegant. When she opened it, she felt a strange feeling in her stomach, and slowly felt her surroundings change.
When she looked up again, she appeared to be sitting in a dimly lit………. dungeon!? Whoa why was she sitting next to Crabbe and Goyle? She looked at her hand, and it was deathly pale. She felt her hair, it was just some thin gelled back stuff, not hers at all. Professor Snape looked at her and said, “Well, Draco, do you know how to answer the question?” Hermione screamed and ran out of the room. But what about the journal? Maybe if she shut it she would go back to regular? So she closed it, and found herself in the very spot she was before.
Why was Malfoy in class now? They had all looked a little younger when she had been in Malfoy's body; maybe it took place last year. Why did this book do this to her? Over the next several months, she continued to open it until one day Malfoy himself confronted her.
“What in the hell do you have my journal for, Mudblood?” He knew secretly he wanted her to have it, for a reason to talk to her. “Uh… uh I just fell upon it one day, I didn’t realize it was yours,” she said Malfoy gruffly replied “Well it’s my journal, so give it back before I have to curse you, Mudblood!” Hermione hesitantly gave it back, but for a second their hands touched, and she experienced a feeling throughout her she had never had before, it was like excitement in all her veins, and she liked it. Draco must have felt it too, because the look in his eyes was one she had never seen. He blinked twice, got back to reality and left grumbling about stupid mudbloods.
Her friends helped her put her stuff in the bag area, and then headed to a compartment. They had seemed so excited to see her again, why was she not feeling the same way?
“So, what did you do this break?” Harry asked her.
“Not much, did my homework, went to the library…”
“But anything fun?” Ron interrupted. Hermione sighed. The truth was, she had been too distracted by the journal to do anything fun. It really interested her. After a couple hours of light chatting, they arrived at Hogwarts, and were told to go directly to the great hall, as usual. Hermione sat next to Ginny, and Harry and Ron across from them.
Dumbledore made his welcome speech, which Hermione didn’t listen to- she was too busy seeing what the journal’s owner was doing. She still wondered why she had been put as if she was him. Was it some sort of magical journal? Hermione’s attention shifted to the table as all sorts of delicious foods began to appear. But she wasn’t in the mood for a big feast. She grabbed a plate and put a small amount of meat and vegetables on her plate. Harry and Ron began to talk about Quiddich, so she was left to talk with Ginny, who was okay.
“Are you quite sure you didn’t do anything fun this summer?” Ginny teased. Hermione smiled at the girl, hoping she was just joking.
The deserts appeared, but Hermione wasn’t hungry. She just sat and waited while everyone ate and chatted with their friends. Someone was looking at her, and she could feel it. She looked around the room, and was met with a pair of dark brown eyes from the Ravenclaw table. The boy, whose name was Ben, smiled and winked at Hermione. Hermione looked at him with surprise, but found herself blushing and looked away. That boy was a charmer, but why was he flirting with her?
Chapter 2: Confrontation with the Charmer
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*Confrontation with the Charmer*
Hermione decided to head up to the Gryffindor tower, but was stopped by none other than Ben, the Ravenclaw charmer.
“You have grown so much, Miss Granger!” he said. Hermione, not being the social type just responded, “Do you think?” and tried to continue walking. But Ben had other plans, and stood in her way.
“Listen, last year I had trouble with my potions class… Do you think you could help me out?”
“I thought that Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart…” Hermione pondered out loud. “And didn’t you have every assignment in last year?” she finished; trying to escape what she had no intention of doing. “Yes, but this year is going to be more difficult… Everything is, so it would be helpful to have a tutor in at least one class, and since you are the best…” Hermione was getting frustrated. Why did he want HER to tutor him? What about the girls who were pretty and smart, as rare as they were? Hermione took a breath, and sharply replied, “I don’t have time to tutor those who don’t need it”, and continued to push past Ben. This time, he let her go, at least physically. He would talk to Snape about this, and was sure Snape would agree, considering Snape didn’t like Hermione at all.
Ben made his was down to the dungeon after dinner, to have a discussion with the Professor.
“Professor, I need a tutor in your class, but when I asked Hermione, she refused. She is the best in our grade, do you think anything could be arranged?”
Snape pondered the idea of forcing Hermione to do something that she didn’t wish to, which in this case, he could get away with.
“I think something could be arranged” Snape answered in his greasy voice. Ben smiled, and full of accomplishment, went up to the Ravenclaw tower.
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At the same time, Hermione wondered why Ben wanted her to help him so much. Did he really like her, or would she just be another arm candy? What if he wanted to get her to fall for him because of the challenge? In desperate need of talking to someone, Hermione went to Ginny’s bedroom.
“Ginny?” Hermione said quietly. “Hmm?” Ginny answered, she was reading.
“Do you have some time to talk?” Hermione asked in a confused and reluctant voice.
“Uh… sure I guess…” Ginny put down her book, ran her fingers through her hair, and looked at Hermione.
“Uh… well I think that Ben likes me… or something of the sort…” Hermione hesitantly whispered. Ginny squealed, “You mean the one in Ravenclaw, right? He is so gorgeous! You are lu-u-ucky!”
“No,” Hermione explained, “It’s not like that, he wants me to be his tutor, and when I refused, he didn’t seem ready to quit. I don’t know why he wants me as his tutor so much… I mean, there are plenty of other people out there that would be just great to help him. But he came up to me, with no intention of receiving a ‘no’. Why would he like me, if that is what is going on?”
“Well,” Ginny giggled “If he likes you, that means you could be going out with him, just like almost every girl wants to! That would be the best-“ Hermione interrupted, “But that’s the thing- I don’t like him, and I really don’t want to have anything to do with him- whatsoever”. Hermione sighed; Ginny really wasn’t helping at all.
“Forget it Ginny, I’ll just have to wait and see what happens” Hermione turned to Ginny, to find her deeply in the book again. She got up, and left Ginny to read. All I need is to sleep on this, she thought. Then I will see what happens tomorrow. As she got into bed, and drifted off to sleep, all her thoughts mingled and connected into what would be the most interesting dream of her life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's notes: I like reviews with constructive critisizm, like if you think something could be better or different, and compliments. Please do not waste your time to insult my writing, i am sure you have better things to do. Tell me what you think!
Chapter 3: Strange Dreams
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Hermione woke up with a sweaty, furrowed brow after what was the most interestingly horrible dream of her life. After many hours of tossing and turning, with her thoughts mingling with each other, she drifted off into a hardly peaceful sleep.
The dream started off regularly, like any others she had previously had. She was walking down her street, when she came across a book, which looked an awful lot like Malfoy’s journal. She picked it up (author’s note: keep in mind she wasn’t in control of her own body) and opened it to page 176, and there was a big puff of smoke, which kept changing colors that were streaming from the page. Suddenly, out of the mist, formed a dark figure, which changed color with the smoke. She could see it getting bigger, and coming closer to her. She screamed, or felt that she was screaming, but no sound came out. The figure just kept getting closer, until it stepped out of the fog.
Again, Hermione attempted to scream, and again, no noise could be heard from her. As the person, or thing emerged from the color-changing steam, she made it out to be Ben! He was still walking towards her with a glazed look in his eyes. Just then, he started to transform. His eyes became red, and his tongue grew long and thin. His skin turned greenish, and became rougher until it formed scales. His body narrowed, and his arms and legs shrank. Eventually standing before Miss Granger was a very large snake, a cobra most likely.
The cobra slithered up to Hermione, and started to wrap around her leg. She attempted to shake it off, but it refused to let go. The snake had reached her hip, and had a firm grip on her leg still. It squeezed as it eased its way to her waist, and Hermione found she had trouble breathing. The snake continued, until it was about to bite… And Hermione woke up, sweaty and completely disoriented.
She looked at the clock on the wall, which read 5:17, and breathed a sigh of annoyance for waking up so early. She went over to the mirror, and found that her hair was a sweaty, frizzy mess. At least now she had time to take a shower before her day started.
Hermione headed to the bathroom, and turned on the tap to the exact position she always put it. The water poured down on her, and she felt somewhat relieved. That dream had seemed real, and too real for comfort. Hermione washed and brushed her hair with extra vigorousness, making sure to get out all the knots and sweat. “What I need” she whispered “is to talk to Dumbledore about all of this”.
She headed down to the great hall, desperate to take her mind off of her strange dream in any way that she could. Sitting down next to Harry, she sighed. A thought occurred to her, but she just skipped over it, as if it was a piece of news she didn’t want to hear. But she had to hear it. Was she depressed?
“Hello Harry…” Hermione started tiredly.
“Hey Hermione… you look tired,” Harry responded
“Yes, thank you for the compliment. I woke up early, nothing big,” she lied. She really didn’t feel like talking to Harry, or anyone her age about her dream.
“What classes do you have today, guys?” Ron asked as he sat down across from the two Gryffindors.
“Arithmancy, Potions, a few others…” Harry responded, a little upset at the classes he was taking.
“Haven’t checked my schedule sheet yet,” Hermione started “But I know I am taking some sort of History class later today. And how about you, Ronald Weasley?”
“Basically the same as Harry…” Ron started, but was too tempted by the delicious food on the table to continue. Hermione finished off her plate of eggs and toast, brushed off her lap and left the table.
“I need to speak with Dumbledore before classes start, I will see you guys at lunch” Hermione stated before speeding down to the Headmaster’s office.
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Dumbledore heard a knock on his door, and put away the latest message from the ministry to talk to whoever was now banging on the door.
“Come in,” he said in his light, aged voice.
Hermione opened the door, and after being offered to take a seat, did just that. She put her hand on her forehead; she was starting to form a headache.
“What is it you wish to speak with me about, Miss Granger?” the old man asked calmly. He had always been laid back and calm, never worried, and never in a rush.
“Well,” Hermione started, just wanting to receive answers “I had the most bizarre dream yesterday, and I wanted to speak with you about it”. Now thinking about it, Hermione wondered if this was important enough to speak with the headmaster himself.
“Do you have time for this now? I promise to make it short.” She added, out of politeness and the worry that she was speaking to the wrong person.
“Oh no, its perfectly fine,” argued Dumbledore. “Now carry on with this dream… What happened?”
“Well,” Hermione sighed, she was slightly uncomfortable telling the headmaster her dream. “There was a book, and I picked it up. I opened it to a specific page with a number on it, and smoke started billowing out of the paged. I found it quite fear provoking, actually. This smoke, still rapidly excreting from the book, kept changing color. And then, through it, I saw a figure of shadow, which was slowly approaching me. It got larger, and stepped out from the smoke. It looked just like Benjamin Kinston, but different, dead almost…” Hermione faded off, thinking about the creepier version of her Hogwarts classmate.
“He continued to walk towards me, but his appearance began to alter. He began to turn into a snake. Now, through this whole thing I was trying to scream, but-” Hermione was getting so worked up in telling the vivid dream, that she needed to catch her breath.
“But no sound came out. And he completed his transformation into a snake; he slithered up to me, and started to suffocate me. I tried to stop him, I did, but there was nothing I could do. And just as he was about to bite me in the face, I woke up.”
“Hmmm…” pondered the old man. “That does prove to be quite interesting. Why don’t I speak to Professor Trelawney, and I will find out if I can get specific information on signs or something of that sort. But now dear, you must head off to class, and I do have other matters to attend to.”
“Okay,” sighed Hermione. She would just have to tolerate waiting, because that was really all she could do. Heading out of the office, slightly disappointed, Hermione decided she would do everything in her power to distract herself. But right now, she needed to get to class.