Saturday, January 05, 2008
Continue story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 35 - 'DEFENDING ZABINI'
CHAPTER 35
Janaury 31st, 2008
10:37 pm
Granger Law Firm
Hermione's head lay on her desk. She had been looking at Blaise Zabini's file and she had fell asleep. Down the hall, there was a locked door. Ever since Hermione bought the building, she had never been able to open the door. She tried magic and even resorted to a few muggle tricks, but the door would not open. She assumed the only way it would is if you broke the door down. So Hermione left it alone. She didn't really need it open. She had spoke to the person she bought the building from about the door. The person said that their grandfather owned the building for 30 years and that he never recalled the door being able to open. It just led to the attic and there was probably nothing up there anyway. So the door remained locked. But as Hermione sat in her office sleeping, a shimmer came through the door. It fell on the floor and a moment later a woman was standing there. She had long, silvery hair. It ran down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were a crystal blue. She was tall and thin. Her skin was pale and flawless. She had every trait of a beautiful model. She walked soundlessly down the hall. If someone saw her from the front, they would think nothing was wrong with her and that she was beautiful. Some kind of model or something. But once the woman turned from you, you would see the truth.
The back of her head was caved in and was covered in blood. "Hermione." she called in a angelic voice that seemed to carry. "Hermione, come on." The woman continued to sorta glide down the hall. "Hermione. Hermione." In the office, Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she looked at the time. She couldn't believe it was so late. She had to get home. She stood up slowly and grabbed the file. She stuffed it into her bag. "Hermione." an angelic voice seemed to call from down the hall. Hermione froze. She dropped her bag onto her seat. "Hermione." the voice called again. Hermione blinked and walked slowly over to the door. "Hermione." the voice called again. Hermione reached her door and a sudden wave of coldness hit her. "Hermione." the voice said again, this time louder as if the person was just right outside the door. Her doorkn*b started to wiggle. Hermione jumped back from it. And then it stopped. She stared at it, waiting for someone to walk in. The door wasn't locked. But no one came in and the voice stopped too. Hermione blinked. She felt warm again. She opened the door and looked out. No one was there. She stepped out into the hall, looking around. "Hello?" she called. But there was no one there.
She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and a moment later, the secretary appeared on the landing. The secretary was short and pudgy. A young girl with mousy brown hair and hazel eyes. "You're still here?" the secretary asked in shock. Hermione nodded slowly. "Mrs. Weasley, it's much too late." the secretary told her. "Were you calling me?" Hermione asked. "Yes." the secretary replied. "I was calling upstairs to see if you were still here, but when you didn't answer I decided that you weren't. As I was going to leave, I heard a door open up here so I came to see what it was and found you." "Oh...." Hermione said. "I'm sorry. I fell asleep." The secretary smiled and nodded. "Well, I'll just be going home then." Hermione continued, feeling stupid. "I'll see you tomorrow." "Alright, bye." the secretary replied and left. Hermione shook her head and returned to her office. She picked up her bag and put her cloak on. She shut off the light and left her office. As she past the forever locked door, as she liked to call it, she felt a breeze of cold air. Hermione blinked and stopped. She walked over to the door. It was so cold. But the coldness lasted only a few moments and then disappeared. Hermione blinked. It was a draft. Only a draft. And her secretary's voice? Well, she had just woke up. Her mind wasn't really working yet. That is why the voice sounded so different and strange. Hermione sighed. She needed sleep. This wasn't good for her or the baby. As she left her law firm, the forever locked doorkn*b started to wiggle. A woman's laughing could be heard from behind the door.
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