Through Her Eyes

Chapter 17: Ravenclaw's Lost Diadem

'Shiath sheeeth salithane-'

Hermione's eyes fluttered open slowly, her brain fuzzy as she blinked tiredly,

'Hishth sheeth shiath-'

"What?"

Hermione lifted herself from the bed, becoming still when she heard someone groan from beside her. Twisting around slightly, the calm and peaceful face of Remus Lupin came into view, though the rest of his body was obscured by blanket. A moment of panic overcoming her, a Hermione looked down at herself, sighing in relief as she was still fully dressed,

'Ssssth-'

"Remus," Hermione jostled her boyfriend (xD) with a hand, looking around the room of requirement which was barely illuminated by first light passing through the windows, "Remus, do you hear that?"

"Hnng...five more min..."

Remus moved over slightly as Hermione rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to rip the covers off the boy as she stood from the bed. Yawning and running a hand through her auburn curls, Hermione took another good look around. The room was still piled high with the same junk from the night before, but a small area looked to have been fashioned for their sleeping purposes,
'I love magic,' Hermione thought slightly, thinking of Harry as she began to wander through the room again, leaving Remus to sleep a bit more as she investigated,

'Smmmeth hashaseth-'

"Hello?" Hermione called, brows knitted as she listened to the whispering of...something. Harry once told her what parseltongue sounded like, and she had heard him speak it before. But Hermione had never heard anything speaking to her personally, it was alarming. Following the soft, undefinable phrases through the mountains of stuff, it seemed to get louder the closer she got. Finally, after what seemed like ages of cautiously moving about the piles, the voice was loudest, almost deafening in her ears. Looking up at the pile, Hermione swallowed as she stepped closer,
'Ok Hermione, you did this once with Harry you can do it again,'

Taking hold of a chair at the bottom of the pile, Hermione began to scramble up its side, wincing whenever her foot or hand pulled something loose and caused it to tumble with a clatter. Focusing on not falling, Hermione continued to shuffle about the hill, listening to the voice as it practically yelled at her. Then, near the middle of the pile, Hermione winced as flashes of color blossomed behind her eyes. Almost losing her balance, the witch held tight with her hands,
'This must be what Harry felt the first time,' Hermione thought, clutching her teeth as the Diadem continued to send her mind messages. It was probably some sort of defense mechanism, used to deter people from discovering the artifact.
Licking her lips, Hermione pulled at some of the items in the pile, throwing them down to the floor as her head felt as though it would burst at any moment. After a while though, her hand wrapped around the soft velvet of a blue box. Clutching onto it, Hermione yelped as a shock ripped up her arm. This time, she really did lose her balance, crying out again as she fell back first towards the floor. Screwing here eyes shut and waiting for the impact to come, Hermione was surprised as soft arms enveloped her. Cracking a lid, Remus Lupin was smiling crookedly at her,

"I guess you're literally falling for me, huh?"

  "Pfft," Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the awful pickup line, leaning into Remus' chest as she held up the box, "got it,"

"Mia, your hand,"

Remus kneeled down and set Hermione carefully on the floor as he picked up her arm carefully to observe it. A horrible black lightning scar was passing though her veins, extending from the tips of her fingers to her elbow, "does it hurt?"