Riddles.

Chapter III

Riddles.

I really love being human. But some days I really wish I could be a fairy.
- Irrelevant quotes brought to you by Heckyehbaconpancakes. Fairies have magic dust and stuff. Having magic dust would be amazing.

Author's Note:

Yeah ... This has been a long time coming. And I hope it's worth it to the people who read this. I really do. So I'm dedicating this chapter to @Isobellove and @JRSDH1 for just being here and trying to appreciate whatever this is. Thanks :)

Well, anyway, I hope you enjoy this even though most people don't see this because who has time for reading these? This is just an excuse for people to ask for comments and/or votes. But I don't care about those - I just want this book from my mind to be out there in the world so I can see where my mind takes me and put my thoughts on to paper (virtual paper).

Disclaimer: ditto, get with the program. No one owns anything.

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Chapter III

Hermione woke up at 6am. Not by choice - although she was glad that she woke up at all. She thought she would've been able to slip into the Great Hall undetected; no students (other than Luna) would particularly miss her absence.

Luna would most definitely know the cause of said absence anyway, so what need would she have to show her face before 8am? That's the time that the general population of students and professors would filter through the doors, gazing upon the enchantments that enveloped the minds of hundreds, picking at the breakfast feast laid out before them.

That's why, at 6.03 in the morning, (when the sun was still down, shying away from the cold and wet of Scotland) Hermione was extremely surprised - and irritated - to find herself awake in the middle of her new room with a cool, scaly serpent snaked around her leg, slowly moving its way up her stomach, stopping a few inches above her face, its tongue hovering above her nose.

Its eyes were white - just white, a contrast to the black of its body. No markings and no distinctions, no line between the front and back of its figure. Its hood was flared out, and as it rose in front of Hermione's face, she was (for a moment) mesmerised by its movements.

It hissed a predatory hiss, pausing ready to strike as Hermione silenced it with no more than a glare. "Glad to finally meet you, Miss." The creature spoke, drawing out the s' on the end. Its unblinking gaze flicked over her unkempt hair and sleep-filled eyes, scanning for a trace of the blood inside her, for any evidence that she was who he'd hoped.

She just sat there, her fingers reaching out to touch the scales on his back. "If you're looking for proof, look for it when it's not the middle of the fucking night." And with that, the snake knew it was her. It had to be.

He didn't get to voice his thoughts, although Hermione wouldn't have paid them any mind anyway, because she paralysed him with a deft flick of her wrist, unceremoniously dumping his rigid body onto the floor with a thud.

She had an idea of who would appreciate him more. And it definitely wasn't her: she didn't want any connection to the house or her wretched family made purely because of guilt. The snake didn't want her, wouldn't love her. What reason would it have to do that? But she knew someone that needed an apology, who needed a reason why.

She just needed to find him. No matter how long it took.

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Not believing in the slightest that her body would be able to sleep anymore, Hermione got up with a groan and retrieved her wand from in her bed, touching the pendant on the base of her neck as she did. Disregarding the frozen snake on the floor, she moved hazily through the maze of room in search of any kind of living area, ignoring the swimming surface beneath her.