Obsession Essay on Probability Before signing up for challenges and other communities I have set out to create a fic in record time. Always take her long to write each chapter. Soy demasiado perfeccionista con la narración y es algo que odio de mí. Porque siempre tardo más de la cuenta en escribir cada párrafo.
De todas formas, el reto que me he propuesto a mí misma, no será del todo largo. Intentaré que sean 5 capítulos de unas doce páginas. Unas 4.000 palabras. Cosa que veo imposible. Tarde o temprano acabaré añadiéndole uno o dos capítulos de más en mi típica psicosis habitual: 'Es demasiado pronto para que sientan algo el uno por el otro'.
Veremos cómo out.
LJ is so empty that I can not resistime to publish it here. Anyway, besides filling the sad practice of the LJ-cut issue. Title: Essay on Probability Fandom What if a year at Hogwarts all instinctively decided to take a vacation home for Christmas? All. Except Hermione G. and Draco M.
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My first LJ-Cut, xD. We'll see how it goes.
Chapter 1: Soledad unplanned
His eyes were fixed on the window frame.
- So ... are you going everyone?
No word was heard, only a few snorts from Ron. - Hermione, we've already said that if you want you can come to the Burrow to spend the Christmas holidays.
- I can - gasped. Hermione Granger never cry in the middle of a library -. And you ought not. How are you going to concentrate and make each meticulously work have sent us for the holidays? Harry took the piece of parchment which had scored each of the commissioned work for Christmas. The list is almost out of paper. When you cut the piece of parchment boringly never imagined it would write as many subjects with dozens of dimensions.
Hermione But the idea was unthinkable. How does he reject the Christmas holiday in the den to be at Hogwarts breathing dust from old books? - My parents wanted to go to holiday there and I have already said no. I have too much work to do.
- You're crazy if you plan to stay here. This year everyone is going - Ron continued with the discussion.
Just had all the time, since they had come to the library to advance the many works, discussing the topic. And the question was that this year his friend refused to leave school. They had spent the last month crossing the fingers over the apparent neglect by all teachers of dressing with the usual tasks of Christmas. Even had begun to take it for granted when three weeks before any of the teachers they should refer to the subject.
All I thought. This year there would be no homework. But three days into our holiday everything was turned upside down. And the illusions of all students had shattered to see the large amount of work that each teacher assigned them land just inside the classroom concerned.
And that the Weasleys was useless to promise a different Christmas party. With all the gathered family members and millions of wool sweaters for each of them. Molly was useless to have attempted to convince the owl means that well-deserved vacation to relieve stress-filled brains. Nothing had served the eternal protest of Ron from late morning, and the strategies used by Ginny convincing.
All was useless. Hermione Granger at Hogwarts would be those Christmas. Whatever happened. - Do not be silly - he went on Hermione -. You can not go around the world. No chance. There are always students who prefer to stay here. There are so many people as irresponsible as you. - Hermione, no one would miss Christmas holiday! This time
Ron could not help raise the tone of voice. Mrs. Pince gave him the third death glare.
- Each year, Christmas holidays and there are always students who decide to stay. Even you have decided to stay for more than once.
- But not this year.
- This year is the same as the others, Ron.
looked at the next table. There were several guys with their heads buried in their scrolls. Among them was Seamus Finnigan.
- Seamus, "You will take tomorrow the Hogwarts Express? - Ron asked, slowing his voice into something inaudible.
- Claro.
Just pronounce the last vowel is again Hermione, who made a gesture that clearly meant: 'I told you so. "
- Seamus is not the only student of this school.
- Ask anyone. I say yes, that goes.
- You are incoherent.
- Do you know who start to look like? - Intervened again, Ron.
She gave him a warning look.
- Percy.
- What?
Harry looked stunned. Percy Hermione amount to another it was a novelty.
- You're just like him. You say the same extravagance, the same obsession with order and the school, the same grades. The same fear of breaking the rules, the obsession to make everything perfect. Demons ... Until you prefect like him.
- Ronald I remember you too are prefect.
- May, Mrs. perfection. But not a prefect so overwhelmed by the perfection like you.
saw Hermione staring at him squinting. Ordered without thinking about the scrolls that were about la mesa y se quedó mirando el que tenía enfrente de ella, esperando a que posara su pluma sobre él.
Escribió varias letras, aunque se dio cuenta rápidamente que era absurdo intentar escribir unas cuantas palabras coherentes en aquel momento. Ciertamente lo que acababa de escribir no tenía ni el más mínimo sentido al leerlo de nuevo.
Murmuró una maldición y soltó un sonoro suspiro.
Miró de reojo disimuladamente a sus dos compañeros de mesa y vio cómo ambos estaban absortos en sus respectivas tareas, o at least better than she pretended. Ron
was little grunts every time I finished writing a sentence and Harry appeared shrunken in his chair. Harry. He never took sides in any discussion between her and Ron. Never did. He wondered why. May not take advantage of either because they believed strongly in favor of Ron. Yes, it was probably that. I just thought like him.
saw Luna Lovegood browse the shelves behind, with his consciousness outward looking in a book by its spectrographs. It if you would in their favor. Hogwarts would never be empty.
- Hi Luna - Hermione waved happily and waved his hand to draw her to his table.
She walked slowly and the three friends raised their heads to stare.
- This year is precious to spend Christmas at school. Is not that right?
Hermione glared at his own anxiety.
- Yes, Luna. It is true that I have heard that you're going, right? - Ron spoke in anticipation of their claims.
She shrugged.
- Who told you? The redhead smiled
exaggerated to demonstrate its success.
- Nobody, nobody in particular.
- Did not work I have sent for Christmas to Ravenclaw? - Hermione hiding the anger in his voice.
- Claro.
- So?
The three looked at trying to guess the words that hid light lenses.
- What's going to happen! What is a girl who does not want to miss a vacation for work and more work. There's always the garden to make them in peace and quiet, there is no need necessarily go to a library or common room.
- I have no garden.
- Luna No matter, the matter is that Ron is ...
- But I have to go. A herd of Puffskein has entered the house and do nothing to remove it all. My father is unable to expel all.
- Puffskein? But they are harmless
- Oh, yes. Are. The downside is when you become obsessed with people's noses. According to my father told me every five minutes will make a review into his nose. And is almost double.
All made a grimace of disgust than Moon, who looked with a smile on his face.
- Well, I'll stay here. All these scrolls will be written within a few hours.
- You're an obsessed - attacked Ron.
- I'm not an obsessed!
- Yes you are. Is not Harry who is? Harry
merely coughing tentatively. The situation was quite ridiculous.
A group of students stuck in one of the tables in the library with the red faces in the middle of a discussion of whispers. Not to mention that one of them had fluorescent lenses of several psychedelic colors.
What would be a war cry was being shot in whispers drowned.
- should cum. Ron's mother has prepared pie - Your strategy could not sound more ridiculous and just drop it regretted having released. Hermione frowned
ceñoy with a complex nervous movement of hands and fingers picked all the scrolls and books on the table.
- I'll stay here. Although Dumbledore himself is gone.
-
had slept little that night. In fact, he had not slept very little. Only it did in the last hours of the morning. And not because I did not try. Think of all sorts of things had been rather useless, and think nothing was even more useless.
had given dozens of laps on the sheets, wondering if they would be right. If like a cloistered nun obsessed muggle or lifeless. Something like Percy, as you had said Ron.
Percy.
Could she be like him?
always thought that Percy was in a sense unbearable. I had heard a million times to criticize Ron Ely protest over what it was totally unbearable, and she had always proved right.
With eyes still closed he bit his tongue.
had given dozens of laps, and was now turning number thirty-one when the revolt took head hidden between the sheets. He looked right and then left.
Nobody.
There was nobody in the room.
a jump He sat on the bed and stared at the beds teníaa both sides.
How could there was no one in the room?
She reached up under her bed and pulled out a small bag containing a clock Muggle quite garish colors. He looked with resignacióny felt a little chill. It was impossible not to be there. It was too early for everyone to be raised. It was too early for all saliesen to breakfast or go to some classes.
Unless ...
'
You'll be alone here, because everyone is going to Hogwarts this holiday ...'
No.
could not be possible.
In fact it was not.
Because she was never wrong about anything.
hurriedly got up and once placed the robe and all related accessories. I had to fall down, and out into the yard as quickly as possible. I had to get to the front door of the school and saw students leave it to get home. Run through the halls and see what gaps were the students stay in their beds. It asomaríaa the door and tell. Contaríaa all students gathered in the courtyard, ready to go, with all their travel bags, and see that they were a few. As every year. Everything Ron was nonsense and that the student group was less than forty.
quickly went downstairs while combing the hair with several fingers of his right hand. He spent the Gryffindor common room and left the house after opening the door on the opposite side where the fat lady remained asleep.
reached the landing, and the first corridors: Empty. All. As supposed.
smiled and walked inside to reach the exit door.
did not take long to hear what seemed murmur initially. Normal tone of voice after, and finally shouts and laughter.
And I could not understand what he saw there. There in the courtyard of Hogwarts, saw a crowd of students, laden with suitcases and bags waiting to be met out scrambled outside the school. How everyone laughed and talked smiling.
- Hey, Hermione!
heard a voice from behind him. It was Parvati.
- What are you doing all here? A trip Hogsmeade?
- How? I thought you knew, now begin the Christmas holidays.
Hermione looked puzzled. Parvati carrying three bags of clothes hanging on the arms.
- already knew. But ...- looked back at the crowd - did not know that so many people going this year.
- Yeah, well, you know. People are very fickle, now provides for one thing, tomorrow another ...
She spoke with a broad smile across the face, but Hermione could not return it. I was incredulous. And amazed.
- Lavender Have you seen?
blinked several times before responding.
- No.
- This girl ... I'll have to fetch it. I'm going, see you later.
As steeped in a dream saw it straight away the whole crowd. Again
people noticed.
How many? It was impossible to tell. He sighed deeply
trying to be positive. It was impossible that the whole world was, that had no type of statistical probability. Had spent many years at Hogwarts. What idiocy! How could I have thought for one second? Never left alone college, or even that year, which was opened the chamber of secrets. The school always stayed with students like her. Or students who had no desire to see some parents besándoles three times per minute for having spent so much time away from home.
Yes, that was it.
She was no novice. And Hogwarts never would desert.
With firm step went to the door, trying to see around the yard in full. Hagrid saw the bottom, buried in the leafy green. Seamus saw Ernie McMillan and there in the background. Parvati, Lavender, Neville, not very far away. Luna Lovegood was waving trying to scare animals invisible. Pansy, Crabbre, Goyle spoke animatedly carrying their suitcases. Katie, Dean Thomas, Susan Bons ... They were almost all he knew.
craned his neck to Hagrid's house and could see them there. He could see his friends there. See how Harry, Ginny and Hagrid spoke Fang while hovering around them barking excitedly. And he could see the look on Ron. Ron's gaze by looking from a distance on it. At first thought it was a coincidence and that this view had been stuck on it for pure possibility, but no. Looked at her. He looked at her with disapproval. And just when the crowd began to stir as a sign that soon be leaving, he took off his eyes from hers. Shaking her head as she walked away.
did not take long to see how the whole yard was empty.
waited
standing there. Until all were gone. Then, when the last student was sinking in the smallness of the distance, away from the door.
walked several steps, trying to put their ideas in order.
'
Silly, Hermione. This is impossible to happen, you should not even waste time thinking '
, he said.
traveled several aisles to see the desolation checking on them.
were all empty. All. There was no soul.
He looked around and saw only individuals of oil paintings lying there watching her. Some looked at her solemnly, other, perhaps, to look cynical and then disappear from his paintings to appear in who knows where.
go through several corridors and went to several classrooms, cautiously and slowly opened the creaky doors, if Filch roamed the area.
"Filch? Speaking
Filch.
you also opened it gone? Do they also have opened all the teachers gone?
What the hell! He hit a mild head with his fist as a symptom of having sinned in thought. I should not think about it. Not to believe in imaginary paranoia Ron. Where did he get that damn idea?
Hogwarts was never empty. And that's what everyone knew.
How likely was the fact that all college students to agree instinctively to leave their homes this winter? It was just ridiculous. The probability was less than zero. O to 0.0001. Or worse, 0.000.
spied the ladder and started to raise. His intention was to get to class of transformations to see if Miss McGonagall was there. I did not know why that had happened, nor the hour nor the time were thought appropriate to find her there, but went without thinking.
arrived at the second floor landing. He took a breath and found Myrtle's bathroom that was located a few steps.
felt crunches, and turned his head. Not far away she saw a silhouette of his back, standing in the hallway. He was a boy, so it seems. His hair was disheveled and stood like a statue standing there.
You see Ron, how impossible that everybody go?
, Machiavellian smile. - Hey, man - tried to call your attention -. Boy, boy, Where are your friends?
looked like the Snow White witch, but it hardly mattered.
important thing was that he had found someone.
- Are you alone?
Nothing was heard.
The boy turned slowly, until her face was visible.
was the first, was unmistakable. His first thought was in the words of Ron when he saw one pass by:
'More and more small, I swear. "
Y era verdad. Por lo menos en aquel caso.
Intentó sonreírle, pero él no le devolvió el mismo gesto. Tenía la cara asustada, casi descompuesta. Y tras ver a Hermione no tardó mucho en abrir los ojos como zarpas y salir corriendo de allí gritando al unísono.
- Eh, ¿ A dónde vas! – Intentó seguirle el paso, pero parecía una bala en una escopeta nueva-, ¡Niño!
Incrédula se paró en seco frotándose el costado.
- Los de primero siempre están asustados los primeros meses.
Myrtle la Llorona apreció a su lado, justo en la puerta de su cuarto de baño favorito.
Sintió el corazón pelear por salírsele del pecho, pero cuando vio los ojos llorosos de Mrytle, sus gafas pastosas y sus labios engullidos, se calmó de pronto. Myrtle era Myrtle. Pesada, pero un fantasma sin peligro al fin y al cabo.
- Lo has estado asustando, ¿Verdad?
Sus ojos translúcidos se abrieron.
- ¿De verdad crees que soy como Peeves?
- Ha salido despavorido, es lo primero que podría pensar.
- No soy un poltergeist. No soy feliz de ser un fantasma – Se introdujo hacia dentro de los lavabos y se elevó hasta el techo -. Además, suele pasarle a los de primero al principio. Sobre todo...Cuando me ven las primeras veces.
- ¿Las primeras veces?
- Sí. Hay personas fuertes, y hay personas débiles. Hermione parpadeó un par de veces y mantuvo el silencio.
Se quedó observándola no mucho tiempo. Miró su cuerpo flotante y la ausencia de éste en el mirror opposite.
She had always wondered when I was little of what they were made of ghosts. He had thought to pass through your touch, and feel that occur.
since I was in Hogwarts had not even thought about it even once.
- Are not you going this year? - Myrtle asked shrilly.
- Imre? No.
He approached the mirror and was horrified to see the tremendous circles that had the little sleep had won that night.
- Harry Potter And your friend, you also gone?
She turned to her.
It was not any mystery that Myrtle had been doing the last few years in school. His life was boring and was tired of staying in the same bathroom where he died. So many times down to the baths of the prefects, especially boys. Where I used to watch endless hours in silence. Everyone
beginning to intuit, then to know.
And Harry Potter had known better than anyone in the fourth year.
- Are you sad that the school is left without prefects to be expiated, Myrtle?
Could you imagine how teñiría skin color of his face at that time.
- Oh, never do that - he murmured.
- Well, you can calm down, but I loath to admit. Hogwarts has many prefects to those who still spying Christmas.
- Do you really think? Many people will go this year. Few remain.
Chestnut raised an eyebrow, turning to her.
- And how are we supposed to know that?
- A foreboding.
- A premonition? Since when do ghosts have hunches?
- Ghosts! I am not a mere ghost. Human was in the past, you know - hovered a few feet away to complete his journey sitting on the toilet -. Oh, poor Hermione. He has no idea of anything other than things guided by the laws of mathematics.
- What are you saying?
With the angry face of anger tried to stab his eyes, but all I got was to visualize the face of Myrtle making an effort to sharpen its invisible ear.
- Look, there they are: The survivors.
Hermione heard footsteps and some gasps.
quickened his pace, and poked his head out the door. It did not take much work to get to see that it was Dumbledore and Draco Malfoy walking restlessly along the corridor. Dumbledore stroked his long silver beard peacefully looking at Faced with a smile as he spoke Malfoy sulphide.
felt a twinge in his stomach.
see that the castle was full of people made him feel a certain comfort. Mainly by the fact that it was people I know. None of children screaming and weeping ghosts.
ran to them with a broad smile on his lips.
- Dumbledore thought ...
- Shut Granger! Draco
glancing just kept talking to her crudely.
- One of two, or this school is full of irresponsible or is the work of you and your crazy ideas. If there is no tomorrow I will inform my father.
- I repeat, Mr. Malfoy, that there is no plot in this situation - Dumbledore watched him stand, stating matter little what he said -. The thing has emerged and, while we altogether extrañae seems unlikely, we have no choice but to adopt it.
- What is the problem?
Hermione had been quietly next to Dumbledore, who stood Standing in the hallway. The principal opened his mouth after a few minutes.
- The problem is that everyone has gone on vacation.
- How?
He saw the blond boy next door sounding snorted and rolled her eyes blank.
- Every year gives both teachers and students the opportunity to take a little vacation at Christmas time. They have always been some who have chosen that option, no more than a forty or thirty percent. However, this time, strange as it may seem, all have agreed.
- You mean you think the school is empty?
- Not really. Look around.
looked around. And all I saw was people drawn in the tables, whispering words inaudible from there while secretly watched, the trembling shadow of the boy who had met earlier in the hallways and turned to stone accompan director ; ado Draco, who looked as if it were a stupid waste.
- This can not be true.
- Well it is, Miss Granger. So let's think about what they may seem strange circumstances and return to work. As I have understood you have a lot ahead.
- Yes, but ...
Dumbledore placed a finger to his lips and walked lazily down the aisle, muttering that it would never be old enough to say that I had seen everything. It was not long away, and left her alone on the floor.
Alone with the wavering shadow of the boy who was hiding.
And alone with the cold eyes of Draco watching her.
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