Secrets Of The Past, Mysteries Of The Future

The Beginning of Reality

The quarters were huge. No other words to describe them. The common room was decorated in violet and black, which made it seem eerie except it was flooded with light. Violet was always Hermione's favorite colour, as far as she could remember. 'Black was Draco's favorite color,' she knew, 'he had told me when father was out on Ministry business and they were left with Wilim, Wenham and Brutus, the watchdog.' She froze. And shook her head, that didn't make any sense. 'I just need some sleep. Yeah that's it.'

So after a couple of minutes exploring, and staring at the beautiful bathroom they had to share (not to mention the library), she headed up to her room. She gasped out loud. Hermione's room was entirely decorated with clouds and stars against a light blue sky of a background. The clouds moved slowly across the walls and the stars twinkled merrily. Looking more around the room she noticed that she had a white dresser and all her clothes were packed neatly in it. Her trunk was at the far corner next to the giant mirror and the bookcase.

She reached in and found her rememberall in it, just as Neville had one, she did. Her memory was always a little fogged up, ever since she could remember. But nowadays she could remember things more clearly. She felt a sharp pang in her finger and dropped the rememberall, which rolled under her elegant cloud bed. She knelt on her knees and peered under the bed, but all she saw was a loose floorboard.

Intrigued, she reached and pried the loose floorboard off and reached inside. A small black leather book was there along with a single black rose. Curiosity got the best of her and she picked it up. Dusting off the years of grime, she made out a name engraved in gold writing.

Sylvia T. Ravenclaw

As she read the name, Hermione gasped out loud.' A descendant of one of the founders!' Eagerly opening the book, a piece of paper fell out. Turning it over she was staring at a picture of a beautiful woman. Black flowing hair, emerald eyes shaped like almonds and, surprisingly, tanned skin. She looked exactly like the new Hermione, except for the skin color. It was all very puzzling.

She wanted to go to Dumbledore, but something inside her was stopping her. Telling her to stay away from him, for now. Call it intuition, if you will. Her day was getting weirder and weirder. From the train ride to this book...

A knock sounded from the direction of the door stirring her from her reverie. Quickly hiding the book in the loose floorboard and sticking the rose on her desk, she moved to the door and opened it, all in one graceful motion. At least she wished it had been it was a graceful motion, since she fell on her butt along the way. At the other end Draco Malfoy frowned at the form on the floor, an annoyed look on her face.

"WHAT?!" Hermione yelled out, obviously he should pay more attention to the looks on her face...

"I see someone is PMSing today," he answered in his normal sneer.

"OUT!!!" she yelled once again, this time so loud that it nearly burst his eardrums. Not that there wasn't a cure for that... He scampered out, like a dog, tail between his legs if he had actually been one, calling out as he left "McGonagall and Dumbledore want to see us in the morning."

Slamming the door with a large bang, she threw herself at her bed. Moaning in pain at the migraine she got from him. She went up to a portrait of a dignified lion that blinked his eyes open.

"Hermione, right? I am the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. Do you wish to enter? I'm Admetus, by the way," it said with an elegant bow.

"Untamed?"

"Ahh... familiar with Greek?" the proud lion exclaimed, swinging the portrait open.

Hermione spent the rest of the night laughing and playing with her two best friends, forgetting about the diary until the morrow.