A/N: it is 1:19 a.m. as I write this. I am sick. I am tired. The next two
days of my life are going to be filled with hell and hurt feelings. I HAVE
read the fifth book. Which makes this fic an AU since it takes place during
fifth year. SB/HG. If you buttheads don't like that, then go screw
yourselves because it is 1:21a.m. As I write this. I know. I'm looking from
my bright shiny monitor in my black room to my watch back to my bright
shiny monitor. My eyes hurt. My fingers hurt. Bloody hell.
......... See what inspiration does to you?
Disclaimer: I no own you morons. Duh.
Summary: even though I have something slightly against the movie(s) I'm basing just a tiny bit of this off of the movie(s). You know how in the first one the camera swoops around and shows the stairways, and a few of them are moving? And how the one Harry and Co. are on moves and connects them to the hall that leads them to where Fluffy the Three Headed Dog is? Well, I got the picture of all of those stairs, all of those floors... stretching down, say looking from one of the stairways above down, ending in darkness deeper than the dungeons, always, stairs cris-crossing everywhere... it helps that I just had a nightmare of falling down the nothingness and about a hairbreadth from impact with a stairway that chose to move out of nowhere under where I was falling, I woke up. And here I am. Writing this. Tomorrow and the day after are going to suck. I hate my life.
Fifth year. Yeah, to hell with the fifth book. This is MY AU.
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Hermione Granger ran at top speed, flinging herself around one corner into the place where all of the stairways were. She was late. She was never late, and here she was, trying to get to her Charms class, late.
And, oh look; she wasn't the only one that was late. Ron and Harry were running along right towards her, heading towards history of magic unless their schedules had changed. She was taking more new and different classes now. Which was why she hadn't seen them for the latter part of the day. And which might also explain why all three of them skidded to a halt.
"Oh, hi Hermione!" Ron said brightly. "What class are you off to?"
"Charms. I'm late guys, I really can't chat right now - are you headed toward history of magic?"
"Yeah. What, have you got our schedules memorized?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Came the dry reply.
There was a moment of silence.
Okay, so Hermione kind of sort of had a crush on Harry. So what?
"My, my, my," drawled a voice out of nowhere, making the trio jump and look 'round. Malfoy stepped out of nowhere. "What have we here, a trio of trespassers, late for class."
Late for class, late for class, late for class... why were Malfoy's words ringing a bell...?
Oh, yeah.
Charms.
Not Harry, /Charms/.
'Oy, Hermione, you idiot!' she thought angrily, brushing between Harry and Ron, intending to go around Malfoy. Draco. Whatever.
He stood in her way.
"Move it you big blond oaf," she snapped (ignoring the choke behind her that belonged to Harry and the snort and barely concealed giggles that belonged to Ron).
"Tut, tut, Granger," Malfoy sneered. "We don't want to be late to class, do we?"
"I said move! I'm in a hurry!"
"No, I think not. I'm rather enjoying seeing you in distress."
Hermione could hear both Harry and Ron make sudden movements behind her, but she didn't have the time for that.
"Fight another time!" she snarled, now more later than anybody had ever been late before. Neville didn't count. "Move it! This is a class that I can't afford to miss!" she made a quick move to the left, feigning it, then dove to the right while Malfoy was distracted and almost lost his balance. Snarling, he whipped around and his hands connected momentarily with Hermione's shoulder and upper arm before they fell away.
Or, more accurately, she fell away. Off the staircase. Headfirst, so that she was looking up at Ron's horrified face, Harry's belated attempt to catch her, Malfoy's look of surprise-turned-triumph.
It took them a moment to figure something out.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" a voice called - Ron's. It didn't work. She was barely a foot from the staircase, seeing as all of this had happened in a split second, and her lips parted open to release a scream.
Still screaming, she grappled hopelessly for her wand, flying down headfirst at an alarming speed, past staircases, almost even hit one that had swung around under her. There were three specks above her, one red, one black, and one blond. She heard other voices shouting her name, but all she could really do was scream in terror, ignore the flow of panicked tears that seemed to sty suspended in the air while she plummeted, grappled at her wand, and watch the staircases swoosh past.
She wrapped her fingers around her wand. Her shoulder hit something - a staircase that had decided o swing around under it, and an ear-splitting crack was heard. Her wand seemed to stay suspended while she fell, along with drops of red. Windows disappeared. Warm air became cooler. Staircases became darker.
A full year must have passed, in which Hermione screamed now in fear and pain. She'd hit the ground soon. And it would kill her.
Blackness. Everything around her was black, she was falling through a chilly blackness, the only source of light a tiny speck above her. It disappeared, and for a moment panic clouded her vision, then a blast of warm air, and bright sunshine forced her to close her eyes, which she quickly opened again. The scream died on her lips.
She was falling. That much was obvious.
Except now, instead of falling through between the many staircases, she was in the air. Outside. Of a bright sun shiny day. Tipping hr head back and narrowing her tear strained eyes against the wind, she saw a building - too close to make out what it was - loom up out of nowhere, and she was abruptly once more falling through between the staircases at Hogwarts. Twisting, and once more screaming, she managed to get into a position close enough to grab at a staircase.
The impact against her right shoulder caused that hand to go completely numb and fall, and the pain in her left shoulder and hand caused her to let go of that one, too.
So, once more, she fell screaming, only feet first this time. And closer, much closer to the staircases. Close enough to force her eyes open, see a person leaning out watching her - no, a lot of persons. Had the bell rang between classes already?
She grabbed at the nearest one (he swore) still wailing, and for a moment, one glorious moment, she thought that she'd stopped falling.
Then they were both plummeting downwards. Jerked to a stop. Falling. Yanked to a stop. Falling. Stopped completely.
Hermione promptly wrapped herself around whomever it was that she had grabbed, and ignored everything else, not even focused on anything other than the act that she had A) stopped falling, and B) was now upside down again. Her throbbing shoulder, barely coherent sobs/shouts, and tears weren't really a necessity to her at the moment.
Whomever she had grabbed on to was hissing something about A) "lady, let go, I can't breathe you idiot!" and B) "hurry up and pull us up!"
The person that had grabbed on to him was interested in A) "if you let go of me, Wormtail, I swear I'll kill you." And B) "Who's the chick?"
The person holding on to HIM was A) "AHH, we're gonna die, we're gonna die, we're all gonna die!" and B) "pull me up Remus, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, please don't let me die, all of you down there are too heavy for me!"
The person holding him, and, apparently, the only one anchored to solid ground, hissed, A) "you dolts weigh more than you think, ya know!" B) "SOMEBODY GET A FREAKIN' TEACHER!!!" and C) "hey, who's bleeding and screaming?"
Eventually, a teacher did come, actually three teachers, and soon the four boys plus Hermione were on much safer premises. What seemed like every kid in the school burst into applause.
Then grumbled as they were shooed off to class.
Hermione was still clinging on to who ever it was she grabbed, sobbing, and now that she was upright and no longer falling her shoulder and the point of her message ("HE PUSHED(sob)ME HE PUSHED ME (sob)OFF! HE TRIED TO (sob, hiccup, sob)KILL ME, HE PUSHED ME!) And so forth seemed much more important.
It was a while before she calmed down enough to listen to anybody else. The first thing she heard, other than the ringing in her ears, was a heavy thumping. A heartbeat, she figured out after a moment. Then a voice, sounding like it had been and was being deprived of air. Something about "letting go" and "can't breathe."
Then other voices. Older, mature, adult voices. Something like, "hospital wing" and "who is she" and "let go of him, now, before you both get institutionalized".
It was still a while before she chanced to untangle her legs and arms, dropping to a nice, solid floor, and opened her eyes. Both of her palms were stinging and bloody, and her right shoulder had to be dislocated, or something like that, and was bleeding heavily. The (unlucky) boy that had (un) fortunately saved her life gasped for air, and three others were around him in an instant. Three other /kids/ like him. She was surrounded by three teachers, however.
She was hustled and bustled and asked questions and moving and walking, but all she could say was 'he pushed me, he tried to kill me!' along with broken sobs of pain now more than anything else.
Eventually, she found herself in the hospital wing, and found herself in a bed, with a vaguely familiar Madame Pomfrey above her bustling about, then she was fed something, and passed out.
......... See what inspiration does to you?
Disclaimer: I no own you morons. Duh.
Summary: even though I have something slightly against the movie(s) I'm basing just a tiny bit of this off of the movie(s). You know how in the first one the camera swoops around and shows the stairways, and a few of them are moving? And how the one Harry and Co. are on moves and connects them to the hall that leads them to where Fluffy the Three Headed Dog is? Well, I got the picture of all of those stairs, all of those floors... stretching down, say looking from one of the stairways above down, ending in darkness deeper than the dungeons, always, stairs cris-crossing everywhere... it helps that I just had a nightmare of falling down the nothingness and about a hairbreadth from impact with a stairway that chose to move out of nowhere under where I was falling, I woke up. And here I am. Writing this. Tomorrow and the day after are going to suck. I hate my life.
Fifth year. Yeah, to hell with the fifth book. This is MY AU.
.
.
.
Hermione Granger ran at top speed, flinging herself around one corner into the place where all of the stairways were. She was late. She was never late, and here she was, trying to get to her Charms class, late.
And, oh look; she wasn't the only one that was late. Ron and Harry were running along right towards her, heading towards history of magic unless their schedules had changed. She was taking more new and different classes now. Which was why she hadn't seen them for the latter part of the day. And which might also explain why all three of them skidded to a halt.
"Oh, hi Hermione!" Ron said brightly. "What class are you off to?"
"Charms. I'm late guys, I really can't chat right now - are you headed toward history of magic?"
"Yeah. What, have you got our schedules memorized?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Came the dry reply.
There was a moment of silence.
Okay, so Hermione kind of sort of had a crush on Harry. So what?
"My, my, my," drawled a voice out of nowhere, making the trio jump and look 'round. Malfoy stepped out of nowhere. "What have we here, a trio of trespassers, late for class."
Late for class, late for class, late for class... why were Malfoy's words ringing a bell...?
Oh, yeah.
Charms.
Not Harry, /Charms/.
'Oy, Hermione, you idiot!' she thought angrily, brushing between Harry and Ron, intending to go around Malfoy. Draco. Whatever.
He stood in her way.
"Move it you big blond oaf," she snapped (ignoring the choke behind her that belonged to Harry and the snort and barely concealed giggles that belonged to Ron).
"Tut, tut, Granger," Malfoy sneered. "We don't want to be late to class, do we?"
"I said move! I'm in a hurry!"
"No, I think not. I'm rather enjoying seeing you in distress."
Hermione could hear both Harry and Ron make sudden movements behind her, but she didn't have the time for that.
"Fight another time!" she snarled, now more later than anybody had ever been late before. Neville didn't count. "Move it! This is a class that I can't afford to miss!" she made a quick move to the left, feigning it, then dove to the right while Malfoy was distracted and almost lost his balance. Snarling, he whipped around and his hands connected momentarily with Hermione's shoulder and upper arm before they fell away.
Or, more accurately, she fell away. Off the staircase. Headfirst, so that she was looking up at Ron's horrified face, Harry's belated attempt to catch her, Malfoy's look of surprise-turned-triumph.
It took them a moment to figure something out.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" a voice called - Ron's. It didn't work. She was barely a foot from the staircase, seeing as all of this had happened in a split second, and her lips parted open to release a scream.
Still screaming, she grappled hopelessly for her wand, flying down headfirst at an alarming speed, past staircases, almost even hit one that had swung around under her. There were three specks above her, one red, one black, and one blond. She heard other voices shouting her name, but all she could really do was scream in terror, ignore the flow of panicked tears that seemed to sty suspended in the air while she plummeted, grappled at her wand, and watch the staircases swoosh past.
She wrapped her fingers around her wand. Her shoulder hit something - a staircase that had decided o swing around under it, and an ear-splitting crack was heard. Her wand seemed to stay suspended while she fell, along with drops of red. Windows disappeared. Warm air became cooler. Staircases became darker.
A full year must have passed, in which Hermione screamed now in fear and pain. She'd hit the ground soon. And it would kill her.
Blackness. Everything around her was black, she was falling through a chilly blackness, the only source of light a tiny speck above her. It disappeared, and for a moment panic clouded her vision, then a blast of warm air, and bright sunshine forced her to close her eyes, which she quickly opened again. The scream died on her lips.
She was falling. That much was obvious.
Except now, instead of falling through between the many staircases, she was in the air. Outside. Of a bright sun shiny day. Tipping hr head back and narrowing her tear strained eyes against the wind, she saw a building - too close to make out what it was - loom up out of nowhere, and she was abruptly once more falling through between the staircases at Hogwarts. Twisting, and once more screaming, she managed to get into a position close enough to grab at a staircase.
The impact against her right shoulder caused that hand to go completely numb and fall, and the pain in her left shoulder and hand caused her to let go of that one, too.
So, once more, she fell screaming, only feet first this time. And closer, much closer to the staircases. Close enough to force her eyes open, see a person leaning out watching her - no, a lot of persons. Had the bell rang between classes already?
She grabbed at the nearest one (he swore) still wailing, and for a moment, one glorious moment, she thought that she'd stopped falling.
Then they were both plummeting downwards. Jerked to a stop. Falling. Yanked to a stop. Falling. Stopped completely.
Hermione promptly wrapped herself around whomever it was that she had grabbed, and ignored everything else, not even focused on anything other than the act that she had A) stopped falling, and B) was now upside down again. Her throbbing shoulder, barely coherent sobs/shouts, and tears weren't really a necessity to her at the moment.
Whomever she had grabbed on to was hissing something about A) "lady, let go, I can't breathe you idiot!" and B) "hurry up and pull us up!"
The person that had grabbed on to him was interested in A) "if you let go of me, Wormtail, I swear I'll kill you." And B) "Who's the chick?"
The person holding on to HIM was A) "AHH, we're gonna die, we're gonna die, we're all gonna die!" and B) "pull me up Remus, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, please don't let me die, all of you down there are too heavy for me!"
The person holding him, and, apparently, the only one anchored to solid ground, hissed, A) "you dolts weigh more than you think, ya know!" B) "SOMEBODY GET A FREAKIN' TEACHER!!!" and C) "hey, who's bleeding and screaming?"
Eventually, a teacher did come, actually three teachers, and soon the four boys plus Hermione were on much safer premises. What seemed like every kid in the school burst into applause.
Then grumbled as they were shooed off to class.
Hermione was still clinging on to who ever it was she grabbed, sobbing, and now that she was upright and no longer falling her shoulder and the point of her message ("HE PUSHED(sob)ME HE PUSHED ME (sob)OFF! HE TRIED TO (sob, hiccup, sob)KILL ME, HE PUSHED ME!) And so forth seemed much more important.
It was a while before she calmed down enough to listen to anybody else. The first thing she heard, other than the ringing in her ears, was a heavy thumping. A heartbeat, she figured out after a moment. Then a voice, sounding like it had been and was being deprived of air. Something about "letting go" and "can't breathe."
Then other voices. Older, mature, adult voices. Something like, "hospital wing" and "who is she" and "let go of him, now, before you both get institutionalized".
It was still a while before she chanced to untangle her legs and arms, dropping to a nice, solid floor, and opened her eyes. Both of her palms were stinging and bloody, and her right shoulder had to be dislocated, or something like that, and was bleeding heavily. The (unlucky) boy that had (un) fortunately saved her life gasped for air, and three others were around him in an instant. Three other /kids/ like him. She was surrounded by three teachers, however.
She was hustled and bustled and asked questions and moving and walking, but all she could say was 'he pushed me, he tried to kill me!' along with broken sobs of pain now more than anything else.
Eventually, she found herself in the hospital wing, and found herself in a bed, with a vaguely familiar Madame Pomfrey above her bustling about, then she was fed something, and passed out.