1 The Twentieth Cursed
Hello! Ya know, I was listening to the tapes of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, and I just happened to get this perfect idea about a story. It's about something that Harry sees in Diagon alley, and I thought of an interesting plot to go with it, which I just had to write down; so all my other stories are on hold for the moment. Not that I was doing too much to them anyways! And if anyone happens to read them and say I have a fascination with killing Hermione then I would just like to point out that she always ends up fine at the end. OK? Got that? Good!
Enjoy!
LotsoLove
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Hogsmeade was bathed in sunlight. The street was crowded with Hogwarts students galore. Tiny eighteenth century shops completed the picturesque scene. Footsteps pounded on the ancient cobblestones, and the air was filled with laughter.
Inside Honeydukes, a sweetshop, Harry Ron and Hermione were standing round the special effects sweets.
"Gryffindor verses Slytherin next Saturday," commented Ron, examining a packet of rather inconspicuous sweets, which claimed to turn the eater into some animal for the proceeding five minutes. "Beat the Malfoy scum into the ground for me Harry!"
"You bet I will!" Harry looked up from a Drubles best blowing gum display." "If he calls me Potty one more time, or says something about Cedric…"
"Or if he says one more thing about my family…" Interrupted Ron.
"Or if he calls me 'mudblood' one more time…" This was Hermione.
The three stood for a second, each imaging exactly what they would do to Malfoy if they could.
"Are you two finished yet?" asked Hermione. Then looking serious she said "I've got something to tell you."
"What?" joked Ron as they joined the queue to pay. "You're not pregnant are you?"
He payed for this comment with a thump in the stomach.
"No, I just had an interesting thought, that's all. Just a bit of an adventure, a bit of fun, a bit of rule breaking involved, that's all."
She had the boy's attention alright.
Harry started to hand over his things to the cashier. "Sounds…interesting. Not however like the Hermione Granger I know. What have you done with her?"
"Ha ha. Of course we benefit big time from it, or I wouldn't think of doing it."
They started to walk out the shop.
"We benefit from breaking rules? That's impossible!"
"We benefited from that polijuice potion."
"And you got turned into a cat," Harry added, unhelpfully.
"Well, we benefited when we got rid of Norbert," Hermione tried.
"Hagrid benefited when we got rid of Norbert! All we got from it was detention. And it was NOT pleasant!"
Hermione sighed in annoyance. Ron, seeing this decided it was time to stop things.
"Lets go to the Three Broomsticks. I'm dying for a drink. And I'm interested to hear what you have to say, Hermi."
Hermione tutted, and shot a look to kill at Ron. Too late he remembered her hate of that particular nickname."
"Sorry, I meant Herm," he said quickly.
They entered the three broomsticks. They headed for a vacant table, and sat down. Madame Rosemarta came hurrying up to take orders, and they all asked for a butterbeer. When she had gone to get them, Harry and Ron turned expectantly to Hermione.
"Well," she started. "I've been reading…" Ron rolled his eyes.
"And I've been doing some research on this…Thing. I don't know how to put this really." Hermione's sentence drifted off, whilst she pondered. "I suppose what I'm proposing is… That we train to be amnigi. Just like the Marauders." Here, Hermione looked directly at Harry.
Harry and Ron looked bemused.
"Why?" Asked Ron.
"Because it would be useful, I enjoy a challenge, and I thought you would be miffed if I tried without you, so I may as well ask you anyway."
Harry, who had been in a bit of a trance looked up from the table.
"Well, I'll give it a go." He said, decidedly.
"Don't leave me out," Ron added. Hermione smiled.
"Well, that's decided then," she announced in a satisfied tone of voice.
Just then the drinks arrived. Ron and Harry started to talk about Quiddich. Hermione let her eyes stray lazily over the pub, taking dainty sips of her Butterbeer. She liked Quiddich, but the way boys talked about it all the bloody time was just annoying.
By chance, her eyes wandered to the door. People thronged past, chatting, fighting, and having a good time. She recognised several of them.
It was then a gap cleared in the people. And by chance the sun was shining on it, or she wouldn't have noticed. A tiny cobbled winding alleyway. She had never seen it before, and the shoppers weren't paying it any attention whatsoever. Hermione got to her feet, curious.
"Where are you going?" Ron's voice cut through her thoughts.
"Um, just somewhere. I'll be back soon," she said, setting her drink down on the table. Harry shrugged, and they started talking again.
Hermione ran outside. Damm! She cursed. What happened to it?
She spied it behind an old fashioned lamppost. Running to the entranceway, she felt a little shiver. The alleyway was cold and damp. She almost turned back, but then something in a shop window caught her eye.
The sign of the shop was black and gold, very old fashioned. It read Borgin and Burkes. The window was a little dirty, with cobwebs strewn across the corners.
And through the window glimmered a magnificent opal necklace.
Hermione stood and gazed at it. It looked old, possibly antique. The opals, glistening like mother of pearl was held in place by a silver design, whirling the opals in a merry dance. At the base of it, where it hung round a person's throat was a pendent, which looked like a tiny silver dragon with an emerald eye, and tiny diamond fangs.
Making up her mind, Hermione steeled her resolve and pushed open the door of the creepy shop.
A little bell tinkled as she entered. Suddenly, a man appeared behind the counter.
"Good afternoon, what can I do for you, Miss…?"
"Granger. Hermione Granger," she finished for him. She felt uncomfortable; the man was looking at her strangely.
"And what can I do for you?"
"Well, there's a necklace in the window I saw…"
The assistant smiled evilly. "Are you muggle born?" He asked. Hermione was taken aback. What kind of a question was that?
"Um…Yes. I am. Why, is there something wrong?"
"Oh no. Do you want to try it on?"
"Yes please."
The assistant turned and started to fiddle with the window display. He handed it to her. Hermione turned to the mirror on the counter, and, flicking the catch, put it on.
The necklace was absolutely beautiful, there was no denying it. Hermione stood and admired the way the opals shimmered at her milk white throat. And something else. Suddenly she got a great wash of confidence. A feeling of power swept through her. She had to have it, no matter what the cost was.
Meanwhile the assistant was babbling on in the background.
"Suits you, so beautiful on a pretty girl such as yourself. Silver is your colour, Madame."
Hermione turned around to face him.
"How much is it?" she asked.
"Five Galleons."
Hermione gasped. Five Galleons? That wasn't possible. If it were an antique then she would have thought it worth fifty at the very very least. She got the money out of her purse.
"Is it a antique?" she asked, handing over the money.
"Yes," said the shop assistant, putting it into a box. "It's unique. Only one ever made. It is believed to have belonged to Mary, Queen of Scots at first."
"Then why is it so cheap?"
The shop assistant who was in the process of handing Hermione a bag with the package in smiled nastily at her.
"A substantial discount because you're such a pretty young girl…" He was leaning over the counter, leering at her. She could feel his hot breath on her face.
"Um, thanks, bye." Hermione grabbed the bag and ran out of the shop, not looking back until she was at the Leaky Cauldron.
And when she did look back, the alleyway had disappeared.
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I have positive feelings about this fic. It might actually get finished. Do YOU want it finished? Review and tell me!
Thanks go to:
Julie Fisher. You are FANTASTIC! You are WONDERFUL! You are, well, YOU!
Tessa. No, YOU rock, girlfriend!!!!!
Magic. Living up to your name, huh?
TheLostGirl. Fan-bloody-tastic!
Hello! Ya know, I was listening to the tapes of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, and I just happened to get this perfect idea about a story. It's about something that Harry sees in Diagon alley, and I thought of an interesting plot to go with it, which I just had to write down; so all my other stories are on hold for the moment. Not that I was doing too much to them anyways! And if anyone happens to read them and say I have a fascination with killing Hermione then I would just like to point out that she always ends up fine at the end. OK? Got that? Good!
Enjoy!
LotsoLove
~*Angelifire*~.
xxxxxxxxxxx
:o)
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Hogsmeade was bathed in sunlight. The street was crowded with Hogwarts students galore. Tiny eighteenth century shops completed the picturesque scene. Footsteps pounded on the ancient cobblestones, and the air was filled with laughter.
Inside Honeydukes, a sweetshop, Harry Ron and Hermione were standing round the special effects sweets.
"Gryffindor verses Slytherin next Saturday," commented Ron, examining a packet of rather inconspicuous sweets, which claimed to turn the eater into some animal for the proceeding five minutes. "Beat the Malfoy scum into the ground for me Harry!"
"You bet I will!" Harry looked up from a Drubles best blowing gum display." "If he calls me Potty one more time, or says something about Cedric…"
"Or if he says one more thing about my family…" Interrupted Ron.
"Or if he calls me 'mudblood' one more time…" This was Hermione.
The three stood for a second, each imaging exactly what they would do to Malfoy if they could.
"Are you two finished yet?" asked Hermione. Then looking serious she said "I've got something to tell you."
"What?" joked Ron as they joined the queue to pay. "You're not pregnant are you?"
He payed for this comment with a thump in the stomach.
"No, I just had an interesting thought, that's all. Just a bit of an adventure, a bit of fun, a bit of rule breaking involved, that's all."
She had the boy's attention alright.
Harry started to hand over his things to the cashier. "Sounds…interesting. Not however like the Hermione Granger I know. What have you done with her?"
"Ha ha. Of course we benefit big time from it, or I wouldn't think of doing it."
They started to walk out the shop.
"We benefit from breaking rules? That's impossible!"
"We benefited from that polijuice potion."
"And you got turned into a cat," Harry added, unhelpfully.
"Well, we benefited when we got rid of Norbert," Hermione tried.
"Hagrid benefited when we got rid of Norbert! All we got from it was detention. And it was NOT pleasant!"
Hermione sighed in annoyance. Ron, seeing this decided it was time to stop things.
"Lets go to the Three Broomsticks. I'm dying for a drink. And I'm interested to hear what you have to say, Hermi."
Hermione tutted, and shot a look to kill at Ron. Too late he remembered her hate of that particular nickname."
"Sorry, I meant Herm," he said quickly.
They entered the three broomsticks. They headed for a vacant table, and sat down. Madame Rosemarta came hurrying up to take orders, and they all asked for a butterbeer. When she had gone to get them, Harry and Ron turned expectantly to Hermione.
"Well," she started. "I've been reading…" Ron rolled his eyes.
"And I've been doing some research on this…Thing. I don't know how to put this really." Hermione's sentence drifted off, whilst she pondered. "I suppose what I'm proposing is… That we train to be amnigi. Just like the Marauders." Here, Hermione looked directly at Harry.
Harry and Ron looked bemused.
"Why?" Asked Ron.
"Because it would be useful, I enjoy a challenge, and I thought you would be miffed if I tried without you, so I may as well ask you anyway."
Harry, who had been in a bit of a trance looked up from the table.
"Well, I'll give it a go." He said, decidedly.
"Don't leave me out," Ron added. Hermione smiled.
"Well, that's decided then," she announced in a satisfied tone of voice.
Just then the drinks arrived. Ron and Harry started to talk about Quiddich. Hermione let her eyes stray lazily over the pub, taking dainty sips of her Butterbeer. She liked Quiddich, but the way boys talked about it all the bloody time was just annoying.
By chance, her eyes wandered to the door. People thronged past, chatting, fighting, and having a good time. She recognised several of them.
It was then a gap cleared in the people. And by chance the sun was shining on it, or she wouldn't have noticed. A tiny cobbled winding alleyway. She had never seen it before, and the shoppers weren't paying it any attention whatsoever. Hermione got to her feet, curious.
"Where are you going?" Ron's voice cut through her thoughts.
"Um, just somewhere. I'll be back soon," she said, setting her drink down on the table. Harry shrugged, and they started talking again.
Hermione ran outside. Damm! She cursed. What happened to it?
She spied it behind an old fashioned lamppost. Running to the entranceway, she felt a little shiver. The alleyway was cold and damp. She almost turned back, but then something in a shop window caught her eye.
The sign of the shop was black and gold, very old fashioned. It read Borgin and Burkes. The window was a little dirty, with cobwebs strewn across the corners.
And through the window glimmered a magnificent opal necklace.
Hermione stood and gazed at it. It looked old, possibly antique. The opals, glistening like mother of pearl was held in place by a silver design, whirling the opals in a merry dance. At the base of it, where it hung round a person's throat was a pendent, which looked like a tiny silver dragon with an emerald eye, and tiny diamond fangs.
Making up her mind, Hermione steeled her resolve and pushed open the door of the creepy shop.
A little bell tinkled as she entered. Suddenly, a man appeared behind the counter.
"Good afternoon, what can I do for you, Miss…?"
"Granger. Hermione Granger," she finished for him. She felt uncomfortable; the man was looking at her strangely.
"And what can I do for you?"
"Well, there's a necklace in the window I saw…"
The assistant smiled evilly. "Are you muggle born?" He asked. Hermione was taken aback. What kind of a question was that?
"Um…Yes. I am. Why, is there something wrong?"
"Oh no. Do you want to try it on?"
"Yes please."
The assistant turned and started to fiddle with the window display. He handed it to her. Hermione turned to the mirror on the counter, and, flicking the catch, put it on.
The necklace was absolutely beautiful, there was no denying it. Hermione stood and admired the way the opals shimmered at her milk white throat. And something else. Suddenly she got a great wash of confidence. A feeling of power swept through her. She had to have it, no matter what the cost was.
Meanwhile the assistant was babbling on in the background.
"Suits you, so beautiful on a pretty girl such as yourself. Silver is your colour, Madame."
Hermione turned around to face him.
"How much is it?" she asked.
"Five Galleons."
Hermione gasped. Five Galleons? That wasn't possible. If it were an antique then she would have thought it worth fifty at the very very least. She got the money out of her purse.
"Is it a antique?" she asked, handing over the money.
"Yes," said the shop assistant, putting it into a box. "It's unique. Only one ever made. It is believed to have belonged to Mary, Queen of Scots at first."
"Then why is it so cheap?"
The shop assistant who was in the process of handing Hermione a bag with the package in smiled nastily at her.
"A substantial discount because you're such a pretty young girl…" He was leaning over the counter, leering at her. She could feel his hot breath on her face.
"Um, thanks, bye." Hermione grabbed the bag and ran out of the shop, not looking back until she was at the Leaky Cauldron.
And when she did look back, the alleyway had disappeared.
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I have positive feelings about this fic. It might actually get finished. Do YOU want it finished? Review and tell me!
Thanks go to:
Julie Fisher. You are FANTASTIC! You are WONDERFUL! You are, well, YOU!
Tessa. No, YOU rock, girlfriend!!!!!
Magic. Living up to your name, huh?
TheLostGirl. Fan-bloody-tastic!