Author's note: The charachters are not mine... they're someone else's. :)
Hermione lay awake in her bed, thinking about recent events. Cedric dead... Hermione was not effected by it much, but she noticed a small change in Cho. She had gotten brighter... a coverup perhaps. Then she thought of how Ron had asked her to the dance... was there a romance there? Of course not... but her mind lingered on the subject. Does he.... would he.. do I... her mind was abuzz with questions. No, she told herself. No, no no... I am sposed to be with Krum. Or maybe not... what is the point? I don't even like him...
As Hermione continued to ponder things, Harry was sleeping quite soundly.
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The ropes bound him thoroughly. As Harry struggled to get free, Voldemort encircled him. Harry felt pain. He couldn't tell where the pain was, but it seared. His wand was just a armlength away, if he could only get free. He reached... Reached... reached... His fingers were so close. So unbearably close. If only he could break free of the ropes. Harry felt pain sear his body and he withdrew his hand. All that struggle... was this what Voldemort had planned? Voldemort screached words... Harry could not comprehend them. Im a flash of green light, HArry woke up, panting in his bed. He felt his arm, which seemed to be unusually painful, and his hand came away wet with blood. Harry grabbed for his wand and in a flash a globe of light apeared. He examined the arm, but found no wound. Just a neverending flow of blood. Slowly he rose.
"Ron? RON!" He whispered. He wandered over to Ron's bed and shook him awake. "My arm.... look!" Harry whispered another light charm and showed Ron his arm.
"How... what?" Ron cried, louder than he had anticipated. Luckily, no one was awakened.
That's it.... so far. R&R... should I write more?
Hermione lay awake in her bed, thinking about recent events. Cedric dead... Hermione was not effected by it much, but she noticed a small change in Cho. She had gotten brighter... a coverup perhaps. Then she thought of how Ron had asked her to the dance... was there a romance there? Of course not... but her mind lingered on the subject. Does he.... would he.. do I... her mind was abuzz with questions. No, she told herself. No, no no... I am sposed to be with Krum. Or maybe not... what is the point? I don't even like him...
As Hermione continued to ponder things, Harry was sleeping quite soundly.
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The ropes bound him thoroughly. As Harry struggled to get free, Voldemort encircled him. Harry felt pain. He couldn't tell where the pain was, but it seared. His wand was just a armlength away, if he could only get free. He reached... Reached... reached... His fingers were so close. So unbearably close. If only he could break free of the ropes. Harry felt pain sear his body and he withdrew his hand. All that struggle... was this what Voldemort had planned? Voldemort screached words... Harry could not comprehend them. Im a flash of green light, HArry woke up, panting in his bed. He felt his arm, which seemed to be unusually painful, and his hand came away wet with blood. Harry grabbed for his wand and in a flash a globe of light apeared. He examined the arm, but found no wound. Just a neverending flow of blood. Slowly he rose.
"Ron? RON!" He whispered. He wandered over to Ron's bed and shook him awake. "My arm.... look!" Harry whispered another light charm and showed Ron his arm.
"How... what?" Ron cried, louder than he had anticipated. Luckily, no one was awakened.
That's it.... so far. R&R... should I write more?