The snowed covered the grounds that surrounded Hogwarts. Record breaking
temperatures were set, and Voldemort was a greater fright for the students,
haunting them in their sleep, reminding them to watch their back.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione, all sat in Snape's class, bored to death. Harry rested his head on his arms, his eyes were fighting not close, Ron's head was tilted to the right and rested on his hand, eyes closed, drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth. Hermione was fascinated, taking down just about every word Snape was saying, making sure that she had notes to study from. She looked on both sides of her, Ron sleeping, Harry not paying attention?
Her eyes kept motioning to look at Harry, bringing them right back in front of her, keeping her eyes on Snape. Her mouth twitched, she couldn't take it any longer.
"Harry" she whispered bringing Harry back from his thoughts. He turned his head, and his green eyes peered up at her, giving her his full attention.
"You should really take notes. This is on the test next week." Her voice in a low whisper went through his ear, and out the other. He smirked back up at her. She wasn't looking at him, still looking forward, and paying attention. He was still gazing at her, and she could feel his eyes pinned on her. She tried to ignore him, but Harry soon saw her eyes glancing to look at him. Once she noticed he saw, she looked straight ahead again. She snapped her head to the left.
"What?" She whispered staring at Harry, looking for an answer.
He looked away, still smirking. He ran his tongue over his lips, and looked back up at her.
"We aren't taking notes; he's simply talking 'Mione." She stared at him, giving him 'the eye'. Their attention was quickly brought back by Snipe's dark voice.
"Mr. Potter, Ms Granger, is there something you two would like to share with the class?" Snape's eyes were locked on the two, waiting for one of them to answer.
"No sir." They both answered, looking away.
"Twenty points deducted from Gryffindor for not paying attention, ten points for talking, and ten for Mr. Weasley's little nap time."
Hermione's mouth dropped open. When Snape turned his back, Hermione punched Harry in the arm, and slapped the back of Ron's head.
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Later that night, Harry and Hermione sat on the couch in the common room, staring at the fire.
"I can't believe Snape! He really hates us." Harry angrily spoke staring at the fire and breaking the silence.
"Well Harry, you two should have been paying attention." Hermione answered looking up at Harry, who was sitting at the end of the couch. His eyes blinked and his green eyes answered into her brown eyes. He didn't have to say anything to get his point across. Even he, the Great Harry Potter couldn't win an argument against Hermione Jane Granger.
Just when Harry was going to mention something, he felt the couch shaking. His eyes looked around the room, then on the floor. He looked up at Hermione, a scared, yet confused look in his eyes. Hermione got up, and was thrown back down onto the couch by the rough shakiness of the floor.
She raised her head, and sat back up, looking at Harry, scared.
"EARTHQAUKE!" She yelled, looking at Harry unsure of what to do. Harry stood, trying to balance himself by holding onto the back of the couch, which was now bouncing backwards. He took his hand, wrapped it around Hermione's wrist, and pulled her up, holding her tightly, so she wouldn't fall.
"Harry....Potter" A familiar voice echoed through out the room. Harry looked up, then looking around, knowing the voice of none other than the one everyone feared, Voldemort.
The form of some sort of animal was present in the corner of the room. Harry stared at the corner, Hermione did the same. Her eyes were filled with fear, her heart pounding out of her chest, breathing heavily.
"Harry....what is that?" She asked her voice shakily.
"I'm not sure." He answered pulling out his wand, standing in front of Hermione, making sure that if the thing did come after them, Harry would be in the front.
Hermione pulled her wand out as well, staring desperately wanting to get the hell out of there. Harry started to move backwards slowly, towards the door, bringing Hermione as well. The floor shook more, unbalancing the two; their feet were knocked out from underneath them, sending both crashing to the floor.
Harry winced up, getting a little dizzy from being on the floor. He looked back up at the corner, and noticed that the thing wasn't there anymore. He quickly looked around, and then his eyes fell on Hermione, who was doing the same he was, her wand clamped in her hand. All of a sudden the thing came charging at the two, slamming into them. Harry went flying, hitting the fireplace mantel, and falling to the ground. Hermione was sent flying onto a table, breaking it.
Harry slowly got onto his hands and knee's, again trying to balance himself from the shaking room. He looked up and didn't see Hermione.
"Hermione?" No answer. He gulped in, his chest burned from getting the air knocked out of him.
"Hermione!" He yelled. He heard a quiet moan come from the other side of the room.
"Hermione!?" He placed his hand on the rocks that made the fire place, and stood up. He noticed the broken desk on the other side of the room. He started to make his way over to the desk, when the thing reappeared. This time he was ready, and had his wand out.
"STUPEFY!" The end of his wand grew bright, as a spell flung into the thing, crashing it into the wall.
Another one came. He quickly said the spell over again.
Hermione slowly got up from the desk, holding her right arm close to her. Her face winced in pain as she bent down to grab her wand. She saw one of the things running after Harry from the behind. She quickly raised her wand and yelled.
"STUPEFY!" The spell shot out of her wand, slamming into the thing. Harry felt the wind that came from the hit, turning around; he noticed what it was from. Hermione just saved him from a thing.
He smiled at her, she smiled back. The room stopped shaking. Harry looked down at the floor, then back up at Hermione. Hermione had a worried but grateful look on her face. She walked over to Harry. He met her half way, worried about her arm.
"Let me see it." He told her, looking down at her arm that was kept close to her stomach. She shook her head, and looked at Harry, tears in her eyes, trying to put a brave face on.
"'Mione, let me see it. I won't hurt you, I promise." He reached his hand out, and gently put his hand under hers. He slowly brought it out towards him, away from her. He saw her face cringe for a second, then go back to the nearest normal look.
He lightly ran his hand up her arm, then back down. Slowly, he brought her arm back closer to her, where she had it before, and let go.
"It's broken." He said, looking up at her. arm.
"Well, I could have told you that." She said with a smile looking up from her arm, and into Harry's face.
"Let's get you to the Hospital Wing." He put his arm around her shoulders and started to head out.
All of a sudden, Hermione pushed him away, flinging her wand up and yelling.
"STUPEFY!" The things were back. Harry pulled his wand back out, both screaming out spells. Dodging on-coming spells, Harry and Hermione were being spread apart. Harry dodged an on-coming spell, and released his own spell. As he shot the last thing with a spell, his scar started to hurt. He grabbed his head, this was not over. He rubbed his hand over his scar, cringing at the pain enduring his head.
Hermione put her wand away, and started to walk over to Harry when she felt a pain burn her stomach. Her screams echoed through out the room, and Harry looked up to see the Cruciatus Curse being performed on Hermione.
"NOOOOOOO! HERMIONE!"
He started to run towards her, but then got shot back with a spell. He looked up staring at Hermione who was still standing, the curse still hitting her. He tried to get his body to get up. But it wouldn't let him. He could still hear the painful screams coming from his friend. It lasted a couple seconds, and then it lowered to a grunting and moaning. As he tried lifting himself up, he saw Hermione fall to the ground, on her side, facing the other way. Since his body wouldn't let him get up, he started crawling over to the lifeless body of his friend. Tears ran down his face, stinging his fresh cuts.
He stopped when he saw Voldemort walking up to him.
"Leave her alone! Keep her out of this! Take me! Leave her alone! Bloody hell, just take me! Please." His sobs put a smile on Voldemort's face. Harry Potter, pleading him to take him.
"She is a part of this Harry. More than you think. And you know I'd do anything just to hurt you, so by taking you instead of her, I'd be making you happy. No can do."
Harry's sobs grew louder.
"I have it all planned out Harry. I'm going to have fun with Ms Granger...torture her-"
"NO!" Harry swung his head up, screaming. "If you lay a finger on her, I will make you pay, I'll fucking kill you, you bastard! That's a promise!"
Voldemort smiled and walked over to the unconscious witch. He stared at Harry, studying his every move. His smiled disappeared as he landed a full blown kick into Hermione's stomach, rolling the lifeless body onto its back.
"NO! STOP!" Harry got to his knees, but it was too late. Voldemort was gone, and so was Hermione.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed up towards the ceiling. His body ached, and was exhausted. His body took over, and Harry fell on the ground, seeing nothing but black, hearing nothing.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione, all sat in Snape's class, bored to death. Harry rested his head on his arms, his eyes were fighting not close, Ron's head was tilted to the right and rested on his hand, eyes closed, drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth. Hermione was fascinated, taking down just about every word Snape was saying, making sure that she had notes to study from. She looked on both sides of her, Ron sleeping, Harry not paying attention?
Her eyes kept motioning to look at Harry, bringing them right back in front of her, keeping her eyes on Snape. Her mouth twitched, she couldn't take it any longer.
"Harry" she whispered bringing Harry back from his thoughts. He turned his head, and his green eyes peered up at her, giving her his full attention.
"You should really take notes. This is on the test next week." Her voice in a low whisper went through his ear, and out the other. He smirked back up at her. She wasn't looking at him, still looking forward, and paying attention. He was still gazing at her, and she could feel his eyes pinned on her. She tried to ignore him, but Harry soon saw her eyes glancing to look at him. Once she noticed he saw, she looked straight ahead again. She snapped her head to the left.
"What?" She whispered staring at Harry, looking for an answer.
He looked away, still smirking. He ran his tongue over his lips, and looked back up at her.
"We aren't taking notes; he's simply talking 'Mione." She stared at him, giving him 'the eye'. Their attention was quickly brought back by Snipe's dark voice.
"Mr. Potter, Ms Granger, is there something you two would like to share with the class?" Snape's eyes were locked on the two, waiting for one of them to answer.
"No sir." They both answered, looking away.
"Twenty points deducted from Gryffindor for not paying attention, ten points for talking, and ten for Mr. Weasley's little nap time."
Hermione's mouth dropped open. When Snape turned his back, Hermione punched Harry in the arm, and slapped the back of Ron's head.
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Later that night, Harry and Hermione sat on the couch in the common room, staring at the fire.
"I can't believe Snape! He really hates us." Harry angrily spoke staring at the fire and breaking the silence.
"Well Harry, you two should have been paying attention." Hermione answered looking up at Harry, who was sitting at the end of the couch. His eyes blinked and his green eyes answered into her brown eyes. He didn't have to say anything to get his point across. Even he, the Great Harry Potter couldn't win an argument against Hermione Jane Granger.
Just when Harry was going to mention something, he felt the couch shaking. His eyes looked around the room, then on the floor. He looked up at Hermione, a scared, yet confused look in his eyes. Hermione got up, and was thrown back down onto the couch by the rough shakiness of the floor.
She raised her head, and sat back up, looking at Harry, scared.
"EARTHQAUKE!" She yelled, looking at Harry unsure of what to do. Harry stood, trying to balance himself by holding onto the back of the couch, which was now bouncing backwards. He took his hand, wrapped it around Hermione's wrist, and pulled her up, holding her tightly, so she wouldn't fall.
"Harry....Potter" A familiar voice echoed through out the room. Harry looked up, then looking around, knowing the voice of none other than the one everyone feared, Voldemort.
The form of some sort of animal was present in the corner of the room. Harry stared at the corner, Hermione did the same. Her eyes were filled with fear, her heart pounding out of her chest, breathing heavily.
"Harry....what is that?" She asked her voice shakily.
"I'm not sure." He answered pulling out his wand, standing in front of Hermione, making sure that if the thing did come after them, Harry would be in the front.
Hermione pulled her wand out as well, staring desperately wanting to get the hell out of there. Harry started to move backwards slowly, towards the door, bringing Hermione as well. The floor shook more, unbalancing the two; their feet were knocked out from underneath them, sending both crashing to the floor.
Harry winced up, getting a little dizzy from being on the floor. He looked back up at the corner, and noticed that the thing wasn't there anymore. He quickly looked around, and then his eyes fell on Hermione, who was doing the same he was, her wand clamped in her hand. All of a sudden the thing came charging at the two, slamming into them. Harry went flying, hitting the fireplace mantel, and falling to the ground. Hermione was sent flying onto a table, breaking it.
Harry slowly got onto his hands and knee's, again trying to balance himself from the shaking room. He looked up and didn't see Hermione.
"Hermione?" No answer. He gulped in, his chest burned from getting the air knocked out of him.
"Hermione!" He yelled. He heard a quiet moan come from the other side of the room.
"Hermione!?" He placed his hand on the rocks that made the fire place, and stood up. He noticed the broken desk on the other side of the room. He started to make his way over to the desk, when the thing reappeared. This time he was ready, and had his wand out.
"STUPEFY!" The end of his wand grew bright, as a spell flung into the thing, crashing it into the wall.
Another one came. He quickly said the spell over again.
Hermione slowly got up from the desk, holding her right arm close to her. Her face winced in pain as she bent down to grab her wand. She saw one of the things running after Harry from the behind. She quickly raised her wand and yelled.
"STUPEFY!" The spell shot out of her wand, slamming into the thing. Harry felt the wind that came from the hit, turning around; he noticed what it was from. Hermione just saved him from a thing.
He smiled at her, she smiled back. The room stopped shaking. Harry looked down at the floor, then back up at Hermione. Hermione had a worried but grateful look on her face. She walked over to Harry. He met her half way, worried about her arm.
"Let me see it." He told her, looking down at her arm that was kept close to her stomach. She shook her head, and looked at Harry, tears in her eyes, trying to put a brave face on.
"'Mione, let me see it. I won't hurt you, I promise." He reached his hand out, and gently put his hand under hers. He slowly brought it out towards him, away from her. He saw her face cringe for a second, then go back to the nearest normal look.
He lightly ran his hand up her arm, then back down. Slowly, he brought her arm back closer to her, where she had it before, and let go.
"It's broken." He said, looking up at her. arm.
"Well, I could have told you that." She said with a smile looking up from her arm, and into Harry's face.
"Let's get you to the Hospital Wing." He put his arm around her shoulders and started to head out.
All of a sudden, Hermione pushed him away, flinging her wand up and yelling.
"STUPEFY!" The things were back. Harry pulled his wand back out, both screaming out spells. Dodging on-coming spells, Harry and Hermione were being spread apart. Harry dodged an on-coming spell, and released his own spell. As he shot the last thing with a spell, his scar started to hurt. He grabbed his head, this was not over. He rubbed his hand over his scar, cringing at the pain enduring his head.
Hermione put her wand away, and started to walk over to Harry when she felt a pain burn her stomach. Her screams echoed through out the room, and Harry looked up to see the Cruciatus Curse being performed on Hermione.
"NOOOOOOO! HERMIONE!"
He started to run towards her, but then got shot back with a spell. He looked up staring at Hermione who was still standing, the curse still hitting her. He tried to get his body to get up. But it wouldn't let him. He could still hear the painful screams coming from his friend. It lasted a couple seconds, and then it lowered to a grunting and moaning. As he tried lifting himself up, he saw Hermione fall to the ground, on her side, facing the other way. Since his body wouldn't let him get up, he started crawling over to the lifeless body of his friend. Tears ran down his face, stinging his fresh cuts.
He stopped when he saw Voldemort walking up to him.
"Leave her alone! Keep her out of this! Take me! Leave her alone! Bloody hell, just take me! Please." His sobs put a smile on Voldemort's face. Harry Potter, pleading him to take him.
"She is a part of this Harry. More than you think. And you know I'd do anything just to hurt you, so by taking you instead of her, I'd be making you happy. No can do."
Harry's sobs grew louder.
"I have it all planned out Harry. I'm going to have fun with Ms Granger...torture her-"
"NO!" Harry swung his head up, screaming. "If you lay a finger on her, I will make you pay, I'll fucking kill you, you bastard! That's a promise!"
Voldemort smiled and walked over to the unconscious witch. He stared at Harry, studying his every move. His smiled disappeared as he landed a full blown kick into Hermione's stomach, rolling the lifeless body onto its back.
"NO! STOP!" Harry got to his knees, but it was too late. Voldemort was gone, and so was Hermione.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed up towards the ceiling. His body ached, and was exhausted. His body took over, and Harry fell on the ground, seeing nothing but black, hearing nothing.