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Who: Hermione Granger and Alastor Moody
When: 29 October, 2000
Where: Ruins of Hogwarts -- Dungeons
Status: Complete
Tucking her phial of polyjuice into her rucksack, Hermione arrived on the outer edges of the grounds of the old school by foot. Her trip North after arriving in London had taken some time and her supplies were running thin. She'd spent a better part of the last week holed up in Edinburgh, chatting up a few lorry drivers to get a ride to one of the Muggle villages closer to the school. Or rather, Anne Bonney (blonde and fairly hard) had been in Edinburgh.
If she could, Hermione would have said the trip was uneventful and pleasant. But it hadn't been.
Hermione stepped through the wreckage of the school, heading toward the entrance to the dungeons. A trip she'd done many times before. A trip she'd made over the wreckage and through the halls.
Her skin tingled. The polyjuice wouldn't last much longer. Funny how easily it was to tell the exact moment she'd change back to her old self. Old self. Now there was something she nearly laughed at. When would she ever be her old self again.
The door to the dungeons opened easily and once in the bowels of the castle, Hermione started to relax and look for a place she could toss her rucksack and herself. She could very well sleep for a fortnight.
When: 29 October, 2000
Where: Ruins of Hogwarts -- Dungeons
Status: Complete
Tucking her phial of polyjuice into her rucksack, Hermione arrived on the outer edges of the grounds of the old school by foot. Her trip North after arriving in London had taken some time and her supplies were running thin. She'd spent a better part of the last week holed up in Edinburgh, chatting up a few lorry drivers to get a ride to one of the Muggle villages closer to the school. Or rather, Anne Bonney (blonde and fairly hard) had been in Edinburgh.
If she could, Hermione would have said the trip was uneventful and pleasant. But it hadn't been.
Hermione stepped through the wreckage of the school, heading toward the entrance to the dungeons. A trip she'd done many times before. A trip she'd made over the wreckage and through the halls.
Her skin tingled. The polyjuice wouldn't last much longer. Funny how easily it was to tell the exact moment she'd change back to her old self. Old self. Now there was something she nearly laughed at. When would she ever be her old self again.
The door to the dungeons opened easily and once in the bowels of the castle, Hermione started to relax and look for a place she could toss her rucksack and herself. She could very well sleep for a fortnight.