(Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Narnia. They belong to those two fantastic authors, C. S. Lewis, J. K. Rowling, and the filmmakers of their movie adaptions)
This story is supposed to take place during the Deathly Hallows, and Prince Caspian. I apologize for any typos because I'm typing on my phone and it's kinda hard, but whatevaa... Enjoy! ;)
"Seriously, Crabb?" Ron yelled, but was jerked back by Hermione grabbing the collar of his shirt as a billow of fire gusted angrily toward them.
"Fiendfire!" Hermione hissed through her teeth. "Extremely dangerous! How by Merlin's beard did he learn how to do that? It's an extremely complicated spell-"
Hermione ducked, gasping as an explosive white spell was hurled her way.
"Not time for a lecture, 'Mione!" Ron said. "I already can see that that stuff is bloody dangerous!"
"We need to get out of here!" Harry said urgently. "Before the fire burns the whole Room down! There's still a gap in the fire where we might be able to make it to the door!"
All eyes went to the small gap where they could run through if they hurried. Then they noticed heaping pile of junk on fire that tottered weakly in the fire, slowly leaning over as it began to fall.
"You jinxed it!" Ron yelled, wincing as the whole thing came crashing down in front of them, sending an agonizing wave of heat and sparks into the air.
"Well this is bloodily wonderful!" Ron complained, backing away from the nearing fire in panic.
"We need to find another route!" Hermione said.
"-While we escape!" Harry said. "Malfoy, Crabb, and Goyle will be coming up at us any second now!"
"Jinxed us again!" Ron yelled, pointing at the blond-haired brat running around a corner with his wand brandished and shooting bright red spells at them.
"Odionorthotoxis!" Hermione shouted, sending a golden jet of light splashing into a tower of rubbish above Malfoy. Malfoy screamed pathetically, ducking and backing away from the showering debris.
"Good one, 'Mione!" Ron cheered.
"Come on!" Harry said, leading them at a sprint down the aisles between stacks of old furniture and owl cages. Goyle came rounding the corner, ducking behind a large cabinet.
"Reptatellia!" Ron yelled, directing a blast towards Goyle, but missed, hitting the cabinet.
"Reptatellia?" Hermione glared at Ron incredulously. "Don't you mean, Reptatallata?"
"Tomato, tomotto..." Ron retorted.
"Incendium maxima!" Harry directed a huge wave of fire towards their opponent. Goyle screamed stupidly, running out of sight.
"Hey come back here you filthy coward!" Ron yelled, running towards where Goyle ran off, but was blocked by walls of fire forming all around them.
"Well thanks, Harry! Bloody brilliant throwing fire at collapsing towers of rubbish! Brilliant!" Ron scowled.
Harry groaned. "I was only trying to get rid of Goyle!"
"Maybe I could put protective charms over that cabinet and we can hide inside." Hermione offered.
"Yeah like all of us could fit!" Ron said sarcastically.
"It's our only shot.." Hermione said, determinedly.
Harry looked at the cabinet, weighing the options. They didn't really have any other choice.
"I guess we should try." Harry said reluctantly.
"No way..." Ron began to protest, but Hermione was already opening the cabinet door, stepping inside and began chanting softly under her breath.
Harry gave Ron a tired "just do it." face, following Hermione inside the tall cabinet. Ron groaned, muttering curses, but hesitantly followed them inside.
He walked further.
And further.
He could have sworn he would be hitting Harry's back by now. But he didn't... something wasn't right.
"Uhh... Harry? Hermione?" Ron called, feeling around in the darkness with his hands flailing around him. At first his hands only met the smooth wood walls of the cabinet, then he felt a ridge, and then stone. What was stone doing in a cabinet? Ron groaned, done being confused at this odd moment, saying, "Lumos."
His jaw dropped.
"Bloody h*ll..."
Yeah I know this chapter was short... sorry... :/ I'll try to update soon. ;)