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Hermione appeared on the pier of an aging dock, deep in thought. She had no intention of going to a bar, whatsoever. All of Azkaban Empty? Dobby’s strange behavior? Hogwarts Closing? She had to get to the bottom of this. She looked down. Oily water met her gaze, a floating log bumped the Supports. Looking up, something caught her eye. Way out at sea, she saw a boat. It looked battered, as if it was held together by magic. The person (She had no way of telling the gender), in the boat stood up, as if they had just noticed the girl staring at them. The figure sat down, as the Boat fired to life. It was heading towards the island. Perhaps it was only a muggle. That figure seemed familiar…Taking no chances, she pulled her wand out and started jogging towards land.
The Boat was still a way off when she reached her destination. Squinting at it, she still could not tell who it was. She was on a beach of which a forest grew behind. She only scarcely knew where she was headed, as she had never been there. It had been Hagrid who had told her where it was, in her 4th year. She only hoped his memory right.
Hermione Shivered. It was getting cold. Pulling her cloak on, she once again looked out towards the water. There was the boat, as far as ever. She would have apparated directly to the place, but she was apprehensive. There was no way the rumor could be true. A thought struck her. It was gripping and scary, a Horrible Thought. Almost mechanically, she reached into her robes for a quill and some parchment. There was no ink. Repeating the spell to herself in her head, she began her message. The spell, of course, was her own invention, a way to write without ink. A tear dripped onto the surface as she finished the letter. She then rolled it up and muttered “Memoriaeh”. The scroll disappeared. This had all taken a while, and when she turned back to look at the boat again, It was gone.
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The Cold was unbelievable now. Hermione watched her misty breath rise before her. It had been hours since she had written that letter. All that time she had been thinking, thinking of how to do it. There were many enchantments on that island. Not one of her many memorized spells seemed to come in handy. The missing boat was in the back of her mind, it wasn’t important. Then her friends passed into her thoughts. Ron and Harry. They would be beyond worried by now. She shook her head. She had to stay on task. Sniffling, she stood up to stretch. Then it hit her. She knew who it was in the boat. It wasn’t surprising when she heard his dark voice say ,”Hello Hermione.” She turned around, and looked into the eyes of Antonin Dolohov.
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