When Hermione Fights

The Fight

Chapter beta: Dani

Chapter translator: Aivy

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Harry gave me one last questioning and hesitant look. We both knew the show was about to begin and I nodded affirmatively. Then he resolutely took a deep breath and opened the door confidently.

Tense, we went into the Hall of Prophecies. That was the room we entered reverently, and - oh wonder - it was pitch-black inside at first, and the air was very cool. Hundreds of narrow, long rows of shelves lined up which could only be seen due to the shimmering light of the many orbs stored in the stacks.

Just as in the round entrance hall, blue candlelight flickered to life and spread an even more eerie, mystical atmosphere, making our companions noticeably more nervous. On the shelves, we could see neatly lined up and legibly labelled crystal balls that contained prophecy copies. They glowed in a silvery, peculiar light. Other spheres lay dark in their places and seemed extinguished. It seemed very surreal but also spooky.

"Wow, what's that?"

"What are those spheres?"

"Creepy!"

The others whispered softly.

"These are prophecies!" I murmured in reply. The tense atmosphere in this incredible room was impalpable.

"Don't touch them! If you get into contact with one that isn't about you, you will go mad!" Harry explained in a low voice to our companions, prompting everyone to shy away and cringe. They stayed in the middle of the corridor and we kept going further down the hall. I think the others wondered how Harry knew that, but ultimately there was a reason why he was lured here.

"Where are you going, Harry?" Neville breathed anxiously, hurrying along the corridor as swiftly as we did.

"Row ninety-seven. That's our designation," Harry replied quietly and when he arrived there, he looked down at the floor, not really surprised that there was no captive and tortured Sirius lying on the ground.

"And now?" Ginny asked, and then we heard Neville stuttering fearfully:

"Harry, look! The label here has your name and other funny things written on it!" he pointed nervously, with respectful distance, to one of the many orbs.

S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D

Dark Lord

and (?) Harry Potter

"What do you think, Hermione?" Harry asked me doubtfully and I stepped close to him.

"Well, I think the good Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore could have told you everything and decided not to!" I said contemptuously, for I recognised the initials of our valued headmaster.

"So you think S.P.T. is Trelawney?" a worried Harry asked and I nodded.

"Yeah. Her full name is Sybill Patricia Trelawney," I explained swiftly.

"You really know everything!" Harry echoed in disbelief and I chuckled, but there weren't that many teachers in the school that you couldn't read up on them.

"I know. Curious, isn't it?" I coquetted despite the precarious situation.

"And that's Dumbledore? M-hm... I think so too. The man clearly has too many names. But what about the question mark?" he wondered doubtfully.

"We'll only know that when you take it and hear what's said there. But we also know that's what the Death Eaters are waiting for. As soon as you take it, all hell will break loose. Do you really want to risk this?" I whispered softly in Harry's ear while we discussed our options.