Chap 6:

 

 

She sat there calmly looking around the room. It was twice the size her father’s office at home. The décor expensive and grand, the hardwood floor gleamed, the chair’s 16^th century French, as was the rest of the furniture in the room. The oriental rugs looked brand new, the place was immaculate, The moving pictures on the walls looked at her scornfully as if she didn’t belong in her plan t-shirt and jeans. She got up and decided to look at the books on the shelves. Most dedicated to the Dark Arts. She ran her fingers against the smooth leather binding, and then she saw one without a title. Curiosity peaked she pulled it off the shelf and went to sit back on the overstuffed settee and flipped it open. She turned to the first page and began to read

 

Entry 1

 

            I don’t know how to explain it to anyone…It’s like nothing and everything…My parents look at me like it’s not real…So I’ve decided to write this for everyday till the end…Since I am both maker and pupil…I’m going to have an heir…but whom they will be is not clear yet. However, I have an idea…I was given a lot of leeway with this so this is what I want…A female…She will be very similar to me. She will not come from a typical life. She will fight in a world that is neither here nor there…She will find this book  and learn of these thing…She will see as I see, hear as I hear, feel as I feel, look as I look and be just like me. I have decided her fate is one of like nothing any living being has had and that she will be both maker and pupil to all. It is her call to do what I cannot…her life, her love her will to decided how to do their work not I, for as all powerful as I am…She will be twice as good that has created me.

 

Mione was so immersed in her reading she did not hear the doors open and someone step in the room or sit across from her. It was only when the person cleared his throat; she looked up, eyes wide in surprise.

 

 “Oh, I’m sorry, pardon me…” Mione said as she stood up to put the book back on the shelf.

 

“Don’t mind me…good read” He asked in a silky voice, full red lips in a grin, Black eyes twinkling with merriment.

 

“Oh um…ya…” She said as she sat down.

 

“May I…” He asked as he held out a long pale-fingered hand. She handed him the book wordlessly. He closed it and flipped to look at the cover. His black eyes widened in surprise, his full red lips curved into a smile, gleaming white teeth peaking through.

 

“Arcadia not surprising…I’ve heard you got a record 17/17 O.W.L’S…four magnificent in Charms, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy and Transfiguration…quiet an achievement. This is a book that would drawl almost anyone to it. I swear that must be part of its powers…begging to be perused, yet never to be understood. This is an original of course. Arcadia made three original copies of his journal and though this book is one of the oldest magical objects in existence its still is a mystery to all. Those runes are unsolvable…I myself had to leave the book here so not to drive myself mad…Like the Mirror of Erised…Enough about the book. I’d like to ask do you know why you are here?” He asked briskly as he looked at her.

 

“Yes, I do…” She solemnly as she looked at him.

 

“Good, then come along…” He said as he stood up and offered his hand. With out a word she took it. Knowing at once, she had sealed her fate.

 

 

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Flashback…

 

“Ok everyone quiet down, and line up please, Come forward when I call your name.” Remus said lightly as he stood in front of the overly crowded classroom. The holidays were upon them. The past several weeks had gone by quickly. Gryffindore slaughter Slytherin in Quidditch. Harry and Mione were busy as ever, but always made time to spend at least one night a week in the room of requirements. Voldemort had been lying low, but Harry was no less worried by this and strangely enough the dreams about Helen had stopped. Unlike most Halloweens this last one past without incident with the small exception of a crate of Dungbombs, exploding in the Slytherin Commons room and making the entire dungeon reek for days afterward. Curiously, Mione had little say on this matter, but smiled mysteriously when ever she looked at her cousins. Another unusual thing had happened that Harry could not explain was Magic on a whole had become a lot easier ever since he and Mione took their relationship further. When he told her of this, she said it had to do with puberty and that an event like that can either help or hinder a person. In his case it helped, Occlumency was now completely mastered and Legimency as well and all other classes just clicked straightway. Today the whole of 6^th years were having D.A.D.A together for there impending Magical Resonance test that all 6^th year students had to do and privately Harry was especially excited to see what both of his and Mione’s results would be.

 

“Nervous?” Harry asked as he looked at her.

 

“No, you…” She asked briskly as she stood next to him reading her Jinxes for the Jinxed book. Harry briefly heard Remus called Susan Bones to the front of the room.

 

“You’re lying and I know it…” He said patiently in a low voice as Millicent Bulstrode was called to the front.

 

“No, actually, I’m not nervous, just slightly peeved as I really don’t see the need why we need to do this…” Mione huffed slightly…while Justin Finch-Fletchley was called to the front of the room.

 

“Ho Ho…What’s a matter Granger, afraid everyone will find out how weak you really are…” Pansy Parkinson cackled a few feet away.

 

“Oh shut your fucking mouth you disease spreading, dog face whore…Who the fuck asked for your fucking opinion…” Mione yelled in a bone-chilling voice, filled with venomous hatred, had Mione not yelled so vulgarly Harry would have keeled over in shock. The rowdy room silenced and heads whipped in utter astonishment at hearing those words from the usually even tempered woman, her dark eyes flashed with a look so cold it could kill, hands clenched and body trembling.

 

“Miss Granger what is the meaning of that language Detention tonight…” Professor McGonagall said in a cool voice as she looked at her favorite student.

 

“Fine, I’m out of here…” Mione said as she turned, what happened next was something Harry or anyone was not likely soon to forget, a force like nothing he ever felt sweep the room as he watched his girlfriend wave her left arm and the students and staff parted like the Red Sea.

 

“Hermione stop…” Artie said in her soft musical voice as she closed the door to the class room with a click of her fingers. 

 

“I can’t do this…” Mione whispered as she stopped at the door.  With reflexes like nothing, anyone had seen Artie was beside her, wrapping an arm around her slim shoulders.

 

“If you’ll excuse us, we’ll be back in a bit.” Artie stated calmly as she opened the door and guided the dark haired girl outside into the hall. Harry was about to follow when he felt and hand on his shoulder.

 

“Let Artie handle this, she’ll be fine” Ron said in a calm voice as he looked at him.