Julie Stone was a regular girl; she lived in an orphanage, had some friends, and every now and then would bang her head against the wall due to stress. . . . Normal!
Anyway, all her life Julie never seemed to quite fit in. She loved it, but her life...
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𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒙-𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒔. . . . 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓!
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"Miss Granger."
Hermione's eyebrows drew together as she let her eyes wander up as they surveyed the cloudy purple sky. She could have sworn she had heard someone calling her from above but as she watched the yellow clouds pass to reveal the bright red moon she couldn't hear a thing, not even a peep from the aliens in a serious poker face off on the face of the moon. She shrugged her shoulders letting the frown slip from her face and allowing a smile to grace her features again as she turned to the Queen and sipped her tea.
"Miss Granger!"
Hermione heard the voice again, but this time was louder. She spat out the hot tea and along with the Queen they made an effort to keep the terrace table from shaking and break all of the pots and pans—though, the Queen yelped when her favorite piggy bank fell from it and broke revealing the single penny inside.
"Hermione Granger!"
Hermione opened her eyes with a jolt as she was shaken from her slumber by Professor McGonagall. The sight of the disheveled Professor was what made her realize she was dreaming and fully snap out of her snooze.
"Good your awake," Minnie sighed. "Go down to the common room, Miss Granger, I'll go wake Miss Weasley."
Hermione didn't even have time to answer as the Transfiguration Professor was already out of the door dashing to wake the younger redhead. Hermione hastily peeled the sheets off of her and threw on a shirt on top of her tank top and shorts and quickly made her way down the stairs while putting her hair up in a bun. Fred and George were already in the common room by the time she got there, both looking like they had just woken up and desperately needed caffeine. Hermione immediately made her way towards Fred, and he wrapped his arms around her. Moments later Professor McGonagall was descending the girls' dormitory's stairs with a yawning Ginny behind her.
Professor McGonagall led the group of students in the direction of the headmaster's office while explaining the reasoning for their sleep being cut short. Hermione didn't really need to hear what happened. She knew what this was about. Mr. Weasley had probably gotten hurt and everything she told Dumbledore was useless. She could feel the pit in her stomach forming as she tried to shove the feelings of guilt under her nearly spilling rug of emotions.
Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny were ushered inside the oval office by Professor McGonagall, all four of them looking unkempt and shocked, still in their night things. Ron and Harry were already in the room along with the Headmaster.
