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A cold, winter wind whistled between the towers and turrets of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and a thick blanket of snow quickly began to fall upon the grounds. The sound of stomping and bells echoed in the air as a couple dozen white horses, each harnessed to a sleigh carriage, impatiently waited to be able to leave. High above, a young, lean boy with round glasses and messy, jet-black hair sat in an alcove looking down upon the frozen lake from the Gryffindor 3rd year boys dormitories. He let out a soft sigh as the door to the room creaked open, and the soft sound of two sets of feet walked towards him.
"I'm really sorry you can't come with up Harry." a soft, young female voice spoke to the melancholy boy on the large windowsill. Harry looked up towards the voices and smiled slightly at the site of the frizzy-haired girl and the slightly taller, red-haired boy. Both had on a full-length, heavy wool jacket, with large buttons running down the front, and a gold and scarlet emblem on the left with a lion in the centre. A gold and scarlet striped scar was wrapped around both of their necks.
"You can come next time I bet!" The red-haired boy exclaimed, sounding hopeful. "I still think you could come this time, if you just used the invis." "Ron, he can't! You know it's dangerous!" The girl interrupted, sounding worried and shocked at the idea. "You know the Dementors can see right through the cloak, and if he were to be caught by a teacher, he'd be in trouble, and you know he's in danger from."
"Hermione, I'm not going, don't worry. I'll be fine. I have an essay to finish in History anyways. Go on, have fun." Harry told the girl reassuringly. Turning around and swinging his legs over the side of the alcove, he sat facing his two winter-clothed friends.
"Ya sure Harry?" Ron asked. A silent nod from Harry brought a smile to the red-haired boy's face. "Alright then Harry. We'll bring you back loads of stuff from Zonkos, alright?"
A smile broke out upon Harry's face. "That'll be brill! Have fun, okay?" Harry stood up and made his way towards a dresser, next to a four- poster bed with a scarlet canopy and curtains, and opened one of the top drawers. After rimaging around for a moment, Harry pilled out two rolls of parchment, a feather quill and a well of ink. "I better get to the library, I still have a roll to write." With a quick wave, Harry stepped out of the room and made his way down the set of spiral stairs.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other for a moment. "Well, we best be going. Those horses won't wait long for us." Hermione finally said, looking from the now empty alcove to the doorway.
"Alright, lets get going." Ron answered, heading towards the door. Hermione quickly followed, both making their way down the stairs.
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The ice-cold wind whipped Hermione's hair around her face as Ron and she, along with a handful of other students, ran towards the covered sleighs waiting near the frozen lake. Both stumbles as they ran past the black cloaked Dementors, the sound of the Dementor's jaw rattling as they slowly breathed in sent a shiver down their spines.
"I hate those things! The thought of them just makes me feel sick!" Ron exclaimed, sounding frustrated as he climbed into the box of the sleigh. Hermione quickly followed Ron, shutting the door behind her and sitting down next to Ron.
"I know what you mean. Whenever I get near one, it's like everything that's been bad in my life flashes up in my mind, as if everything good disappears." Hermione said with a sigh. Se suddenly shivered and rubbed her arms.
"Don't worry, they're not here now." Ron said softly and reassuringly, his voice full of care. Suddenly, the sleigh lurched forward, taking it's passengers within to Hogsmeade.
A cold, winter wind whistled between the towers and turrets of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and a thick blanket of snow quickly began to fall upon the grounds. The sound of stomping and bells echoed in the air as a couple dozen white horses, each harnessed to a sleigh carriage, impatiently waited to be able to leave. High above, a young, lean boy with round glasses and messy, jet-black hair sat in an alcove looking down upon the frozen lake from the Gryffindor 3rd year boys dormitories. He let out a soft sigh as the door to the room creaked open, and the soft sound of two sets of feet walked towards him.
"I'm really sorry you can't come with up Harry." a soft, young female voice spoke to the melancholy boy on the large windowsill. Harry looked up towards the voices and smiled slightly at the site of the frizzy-haired girl and the slightly taller, red-haired boy. Both had on a full-length, heavy wool jacket, with large buttons running down the front, and a gold and scarlet emblem on the left with a lion in the centre. A gold and scarlet striped scar was wrapped around both of their necks.
"You can come next time I bet!" The red-haired boy exclaimed, sounding hopeful. "I still think you could come this time, if you just used the invis." "Ron, he can't! You know it's dangerous!" The girl interrupted, sounding worried and shocked at the idea. "You know the Dementors can see right through the cloak, and if he were to be caught by a teacher, he'd be in trouble, and you know he's in danger from."
"Hermione, I'm not going, don't worry. I'll be fine. I have an essay to finish in History anyways. Go on, have fun." Harry told the girl reassuringly. Turning around and swinging his legs over the side of the alcove, he sat facing his two winter-clothed friends.
"Ya sure Harry?" Ron asked. A silent nod from Harry brought a smile to the red-haired boy's face. "Alright then Harry. We'll bring you back loads of stuff from Zonkos, alright?"
A smile broke out upon Harry's face. "That'll be brill! Have fun, okay?" Harry stood up and made his way towards a dresser, next to a four- poster bed with a scarlet canopy and curtains, and opened one of the top drawers. After rimaging around for a moment, Harry pilled out two rolls of parchment, a feather quill and a well of ink. "I better get to the library, I still have a roll to write." With a quick wave, Harry stepped out of the room and made his way down the set of spiral stairs.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other for a moment. "Well, we best be going. Those horses won't wait long for us." Hermione finally said, looking from the now empty alcove to the doorway.
"Alright, lets get going." Ron answered, heading towards the door. Hermione quickly followed, both making their way down the stairs.
***
The ice-cold wind whipped Hermione's hair around her face as Ron and she, along with a handful of other students, ran towards the covered sleighs waiting near the frozen lake. Both stumbles as they ran past the black cloaked Dementors, the sound of the Dementor's jaw rattling as they slowly breathed in sent a shiver down their spines.
"I hate those things! The thought of them just makes me feel sick!" Ron exclaimed, sounding frustrated as he climbed into the box of the sleigh. Hermione quickly followed Ron, shutting the door behind her and sitting down next to Ron.
"I know what you mean. Whenever I get near one, it's like everything that's been bad in my life flashes up in my mind, as if everything good disappears." Hermione said with a sigh. Se suddenly shivered and rubbed her arms.
"Don't worry, they're not here now." Ron said softly and reassuringly, his voice full of care. Suddenly, the sleigh lurched forward, taking it's passengers within to Hogsmeade.