Chapter 1 : Chapter One
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Chapter One: The Beginning.
An old witch dressed in rags entered the great oak doors of Hogwarts. She entered the Great Hall and stopped not far from the entrance. By her appearance, all students’ heads turned towards her. The great hall suddenly went quiet as she walked up the space between Gryffindor table and Hufflepuff.
She was dressed in an old red tattered cloak, wearing Gryffindor colors. She held a cane in one hand, and her wand in the other. The old witch wore a pointy hat on top of her gray-haired head. Her face was scarred, with a long gash that went through her left eye, and the corner of her mouth, and an X on her right eye.
The great hall erupted in whispers and murmurs here and there. All went silent once more when the old woman pointed her wand up on the enchanted ceiling, and muttered an ancient spell. A red beam shot up from her wand and up to the center of the ceiling, then it spread through all the students in the great hall. The professors didn’t seem worried, or amused. They just sat there watching without an expression.
The lights in the great hall went dim, and red and blue orbs appeared on top of some students heads. Some glowed red, and some blue. But none of the students were glowing as bright, and as red as Hermione Granger. The witch approached her slowly, limping once in a while on her left leg. The old witch examined Hermione once she reached her. She was short, and bony.
“Ah, my dear,” She spoke. “You are the one chosen,”
“Excuse me?” Hermione said. The witch cleared her throat and started speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. All heads were turned towards them, and none of the other students were glowing anymore.
“Tell me, my dear. What difficulties have you faced in the past?”
“U-uhm,” Hermione stuttered. The witch gave her a smile that showed all her crooked yellow teeth. Once more, the old witch pointed her wand towards the enchanted ceiling and white sparks started to fly from it. The great hall immediately, dropped on the floor asleep. Everyone, but Hermione Granger, The old witch and Professor Dumbledore.
“When the clock strikes 12 on the eve of Christmas,” The witch said backing away from Hermione and standing once again in the middle of the great hall. “You must find your true love, and he must love you in return. Your voice will be granted back to you, but if you do not succeed, you shall be locked in here forever,” In a flash, the witch was gone. Hermione stood there, aghast at what the old witch just said to her.
Everyone that was affected by the spell awoke and started wondering what just happened. The great hall was no longer silent.
“Hermione are you okay?” Ron Weasley asked her. Hermione opened her mouth but no sound came out. She tried again, and again, and again but she couldn’t speak. Hermione held her throat and tried telling her friends that she can’t talk, but they were all clueless.
“Hermione?” Ginny asked her. “Say something,” Hermione tried telling Ginny that she couldn’t say anything.
“Miss Granger,” Professor Dumbledore appeared in the crowd that surrounded her. “May I speak to you for a moment?” Hermione nodded, her expression still dazed. Professor Dumbledore led her into his office where he took a seat behind his desk, and Hermione stood in front of him. “You may be wondering why that witch came to Hogwarts? Yes?” Hermione nodded. “That witch, is a seer. And a very wise one in fact. The victims she chooses are ones that have a horrid past, and their opinion towards life changes because of it,”
She looked at him perplexed, and he continued. “It is to teach you a lesson. In this case, love. If I’m correct, you have stopped believing in it during past events?” She nodded slowly. “This is why she chose you. On Christmas eve, the spell will be broken if you have fallen in love and that person loves you in return. But, if you fail, I’m sorry to say that you will not be able to leave Hogwarts grounds, or get your voice back,”
Hermione felt tears form in her eyes, but she held them back as they threatened to fall.
“For now, you may not leave Hogwarts. You may go to Hogsmead, but you may not leave. There will be a ball, on Christmas eve. If you do not fall in love by then, you’ll be locked away here forever,” She was about to ask a question, but remembered she couldn’t speak. He answered for her. “I cannot fix this. I do not have the power to undo a seers magic. I’m sorry Miss Granger,”
Hermione left his office unhappily. She can’t fall in love in 2 weeks. She stopped believing in it long ago. Hermione didn’t know what to do. She hung her head low all the way to the head dormitories.
“Oi! Granger!” Draco Malfoy, the head boy yelled from the end of the corridor. “GRANGER!” He yelled even louder. Hermione just kept walking, ignoring him. “GRANGER!” He shouted grabbing her arm and turning her around. He saw tears and sadness in her eyes and started to wonder what it was about. “We have to plan the Christmas ball,” He said softly, seeing she was crying. Hermione nodded, and they both walked towards their common room. He dropped on the couch, and she sat on the arm chair next to it.
“What years are going to go?” He asked. Hermione didn’t answer. “Music?” Still no answer. “Time? Food?” Hermione stared at the floor while he spoke. “Granger!” He exclaimed. “Talk!” Hermione looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. She grabbed a piece of parchment, and a quill then started to write. She crumbled up the paper and threw it at his lap, then ran up to her room, running to her bed then started to cry. Draco opened the crumbled paper that laid on his lap and read it.
Was all she wrote. What is she talking about she has no voice?