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Chapter 4 : Chapter Four
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I had awoken in the early hours of September second, our first day of classes. I lay in my bed for what seemed hours, but only a few minutes had passed. It was 5:00, and my curtains around my bed were still drawn. I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so I continued to stare at my feet, lost in thought. I listened to the gentle breathing of the other residents in the dormitory. Thinking....thinking.
Before I went to sleep, I had come up with a blurry and unfinished plan. I still had no details, but it had a simple and obvious plot: get her alone, in secret, and at night. We couldn't afford to be seen, for that would ruin everything, so the cover of darkness would be perfect. I just had to get her there, without her knowing it was I who invited her. I thought again, searching for various ideas. Then yet again, another simple and obvious solution came to mind.
I rose silently from my resting place, drew back the curtains and stepped out into the silent room. I quickly washed and dressed for the day ahead of me. I then headed for the circular common room down a corridor from my room hoping no other early risers would intrude on me. I found a spare quill and peice of parchment, and settled myself into a deep, black leather armchair. Then I began to write.
There is something I need to talk to you about, something that no one else can hear. Can you meet me in the transfiguration classroom at 11:30 tonight? Please don't tell anyone, not anyone, that you are coming. It must be kept secret! It is very important.
I left my signature off of the letter. If she knew that it was me who wrote the note, she would certainly tell Potter and Weasley about what she had read. Then, being the annoying brotherly friends, they would refuse to let her come.
I re-read my note in satisfaction. To me, it sounded like a letter desperate enough to convince her to come secretly, since she didnt know that it was me. It was now 6:15 and by this time, no one would suspect me of any wrong-doing if I was outside of the common room. I stole quietly to a ladder that led to a trap door, hidden in one of the corridors in the dungeons by a statue of Iain the Insane. Then, I climbed multiple staircases that led to the owlrey atop the highest tower. I called Samsara to me from the high rafters in the room, and attached the letter to her leg. I watched as she soared out of the window into the sky, waiting to deliver her message at mail time in breakfast. I wandered slowly down many corridors lost in thought. Soon I found myself at the entrance to the Great Hall, which was full of excited students awaiting they're first full day back to Hogwarts.
I seated myself at the empty end of the Slytherin dining table, hoping no one would bother me. I helped myself to some toast and porridge and ate in silence. Much to my relief, the mail arrived a bit ahead of schedule. I picked Samsara out of the thick crowd of owls and followed her in her decent to the Gryffindor table. Then, I spotted Hermione for the first time since we spoke on the platform. She appeared tired and slightly disoriented as she gave Samsara a peice of her toast and opened the letter. She read my note in silence, and did not draw any attention to herself at all. She just folded up the peice of parchment and tucked it deep inside her Hogwarts robes. She rose from the table, and exited through the Great Hall's giant archway. But just before she left, she looked in my direction. I quickly looked away, as I didn't want her to know who sent her the note.
I stiffled a yawn as I left the Great Hall. I left feeling confident and unsure at the same time. Did that one glance give it all away?
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