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OtterySt.Catchpole · 11-02-2010, 08:30 AM

Honestly, when Conners had mentioned that she thought Hermione was with Silver Wind I thought, "yeah, that's where I last left her." So I went to look back. It turns out that while I had always intended to do this ... I never actually did, so either Conners is reading my mind or great minds think alike.

I'm Nanoing, so no time for replies. I do love you all, so here: Sadly, no music, again.

Interlude: Hermione’s spirit quest

“Where am I?” the frizzy haired girl said aloud as she woke up in a field of tall grass. In the distance tall furry brown creatures were grazing in a large group peaceably. She was not wearing her school robes, but was dressed in her usual muggle clothing jeans and a shirt, a sweater on top. Still she didn’t recognize the place. She wasn’t in London that was for sure and the Hogwarts Express was nowhere to be seen so she hadn’t been thrown off it. Oddly enough she didn’t feel too worried about it but rather felt an ease and calm over everything.

“You took your time getting here,” a voice behind her spoke. She turned quickly, startled to see someone sitting down with their back to her.

“Who are you? And where am I?” Hermione asked.

“Can’t you tell?” the voice asked, neither condescendingly nor tauntingly.

Hermione stopped to think for a second. She eyed the world around her, the endless fields of tall grass plains land and the purpling sky cloudy above her. “The last thing I remember was being on the Hogwarts Express and the Death Eaters attacking.”

“You’re a brave little warrior, young one.”

She walked around to face the person talking to her and was surprised to find a boy about her age, shirtless, his long black hair cascading down his toned muscled body working at a fire in front of him. Hermione blushed and looked away.

“This is a dream isn’t it? I must be sleeping because … this is America right?”

The boy nodded. “It is one of them.”

“And you’re …”

“I’m Silver Wind, in the tongue of your people,” the boy replied eagerly.

“What are you doing here? What am I doing here?”

“You’re lost and I’m here to help you find your way home,” he took something from the fire between them and blew on it. “Would you like some tea? I don’t know if you like buffalo but …”

“I’d love some tea, as for the buffalo …” she paused and sighed, “I guess I could try it.”

“You’re thinking because this is a dream that it will taste like chicken right?” Silver Wind replied.

“I’m thinking because this is a dream I won’t have to mind eating buffalo. I‘m not a vegetarian you know. But I don‘t know how I‘d feel about eating a burger in front of a cow, you know?”

“No. I don’t know what these burgers are. But you are a brave and wonderful soul. And the Great Spirit and the community of spirits feel that your loss would be a great defeat to the good in the world, and so I am here in your dream trying to help you find a way out.” Hermione stood aghast at that, then sat down in front of the handsome boy. “One lump of sugar or two?”

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OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,910 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Thank you all for reading and I will try to post during Nano but no replies 4 awhile Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert Honestly, when Conners had mentioned that she thought Hermione was with Silver Wind I thought, "yeah, that's where I last left her." So I went to look back. It turns out that while I had always intended to do this ... I never actually did, so either Conners is reading my mind or great minds think alike. I'm Nanoing, so no time for replies. I do love you all, so here: Sadly, no music, again. Interlude: Hermione’s spirit quest “Where am I?” the frizzy haired girl said aloud as she woke up in a field of tall grass. In the distance tall furry brown creatures were grazing in a large group peaceably. She was not wearing her school robes, but was dressed in her usual muggle clothing jeans and a shirt, a sweater on top. Still she didn’t recognize the place. She wasn’t in London that was for sure and the Hogwarts Express was nowhere to be seen so she hadn’t been thrown off it. Oddly enough she didn’t feel too worried about it but rather felt an ease and calm over everything. “You took your time getting here,” a voice behind her spoke. She turned quickly, startled to see someone sitting down with their back to her. “Who are you? And where am I?” Hermione asked. “Can’t you tell?” the voice asked, neither condescendingly nor tauntingly. Hermione stopped to think for a second. She eyed the world around her, the endless fields of tall grass plains land and the purpling sky cloudy above her. “The last thing I remember was being on the Hogwarts Express and the Death Eaters attacking.” “You’re a brave little warrior, young one.” She walked around to face the person talking to her and was surprised to find a boy about her age, shirtless, his long black hair cascading down his toned muscled body working at a fire in front of him. Hermione blushed and looked away. “This is a dream isn’t it? I must be sleeping because … this is America right?” The boy nodded. “It is one of them.” “And you’re …” “I’m Silver Wind, in the tongue of your people,” the boy replied eagerly. “What are you doing here? What am I doing here?” “You’re lost and I’m here to help you find your way home,” he took something from the fire between them and blew on it. “Would you like some tea? I don’t know if you like buffalo but …” “I’d love some tea, as for the buffalo …” she paused and sighed, “I guess I could try it.” “You’re thinking because this is a dream that it will taste like chicken right?” Silver Wind replied. “I’m thinking because this is a dream I won’t have to mind eating buffalo. I‘m not a vegetarian you know. But I don‘t know how I‘d feel about eating a burger in front of a cow, you know?” “No. I don’t know what these burgers are. But you are a brave and wonderful soul. And the Great Spirit and the community of spirits feel that your loss would be a great defeat to the good in the world, and so I am here in your dream trying to help you find a way out.” Hermione stood aghast at that, then sat down in front of the handsome boy. “One lump of sugar or two?” __________________