spirited away

the unlikely encounter

She ran fast dodging projectiles by ducking into trees and dipping into shifty ditches and sprinting out of them probably scraping her knees for the thousandth time. though the enemy were roughly about hundred meters out their attacks were deadly breathing even and long dodging a curse blasted the tree next to her head the tree cracking hermione saw it began to fall over the ginger running next to her,scopping her hand up her toriso pulling her hands into a fist, the tree pulled like a megantic to her magic, cursing Hermione knew could only keep this speed for maybe another thirty minutes which for even a muggles was impressive especially after running six miles at the same speed Hermione knew her companions couldn't. Grunting as her face was scratched by the pines finally the trees was becoming thick around them and she took the opportunity passing back five feet behind her  Grateful for her natural sense of hunting something that a purebloods wouldn't understand, she herd the flock of leaf like steps coming Hermione Breathed hard steading her breath the woods creaked now in her ears, she let her energy flow with the earth feeding her information to her mind seeing “five so they called in the death eaters masters'' she heard a whistle coming her way she reflected her attacks loud cracks of trees filled the air, while she had cover she enchanted her shoes for speed need the for combat soon taking her wand to her hand she focused hard on the earth around her she felt the ruble behind her lift and shift root of the trees intertwined together making a wall. Hermione shifted jumping to high tree branch to get better range " sniper range 300 meters heat signature screen on" Breathing in deeply, Hermione eyes clouded over blinking adjusting of red sonar smoke ranged in sight "alright let's play boys and girls'' and waited as her pray took the bait.

Hemione woke up sitting up fast, her breath was heavy and her head killed, "These dreams are getting out of hand, I hope that the camp admiration will allow my application; even with my blood status" She sighed sitting back, folding her elbow over her eyes. The dreams seemed real and the pain always seemed to linger after these dreams, though sometimes there was a silver gaze would meet with hers, though she could never tell whom it was for he had no lips mouth brows or hair, Just piercing silver eyes that held a story while he watched Hermione being repealed into the air and tortured; those times where the worst, she would concentrate on those silver pools as quite tear ran down his face feeling a sensation of peace as her mind would blackout . Those nights where the worse she'd learned a fifth year spell early to quiet the room for her terroirs of the night she would go into fits of seizures or break down into anxiety fits sometimes both over and over again. But the real bad ones Hermione would force herself to wake choosing to pace floors of her room Hermione would practice her magic at this time, Her father gifter a series of nine old text said to be passed down from her fathers ancestors; she never spoke of the memory that haunted her body no one would understand so she dived herself into one the study of “mirror magic” surprised on extensive the text was, Hermione knew factually that both Harry and Ron would try to make a light point of it or make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal and she would need a place to be safe to vent and hid from ‘Him’ and If her mom and dad found out about these strange dreams they would probably worry for emotional well being and not allow her back to Hogwarts. There was a knock at her window, and Hermione snapped out of her daze. Hermione half heartedly hoped that it was the camp and not Ron or Harry she loved the deeperly but hated how she could only be half herself around them, wanting to be a respectable future in the wizarding world ignoring the many prestige college offers and business opportunities that her parents had prepared for her. Biting her lip ‘These dreams seemed to be getting worse and worse.’ not sure if she really liked being a witch anymore Hermione was frustrated with the problem of her lack of experience and the lack of family able to help her. She couldn’t just practice around her parents either breaking laws is strictly forbidden at Hogwarts it wasn’t fair Malfoy probably had loads of experience from his family. Sitting up noticed that the owl wasn't one that she recognized it was strike black and its feathers were fluffed and soft. It held a thick letter, hermion cooed to the owl "Thank you, you worked very hard getting here didn't you all the way from france'' Hermione petted the owl as it looked up to her like it clearly understood Hermione words, nudging its head on her knuckles the owl flew off into the morning sky. The gesture was strange for an owl but chopped up to an overly intelligent owl, the seal was thick silver noting the snack over it emblem "Slythern ran establishment I'm guessing" Hermione blew a lock of a long wavy strand out of her face nerves pulsed threw her as she opened the letter and pulled out the thick folds parchment from the envelope. ‘What is that mia’ a old comforting voice came into her mind. At first Hermione thought she was imagining things when crookshanks spoke but didn’t find it that surprising after last year though it always seemed like he knew more then he’d let on explain how he chose not to have a family until the right soul came. “It's from the Camp that Serrius spoke of, it is highly exclusive to pureblood directly related to the sacred twenty eight. All are sworn to secrecy when they are enrolled you saw the fine print” reminding him that if one was to violate the oath of secrecy they were to become a cockroach for three years Hermione noted that the letter was thick holding other documents.