"C'mon," Harry took Hermione's hand and Hermione grabbed the ripped
Invisibility Cloak. They both jolted down the hallway in a panic not to be
caught.
"Harry... Harry..." Hermione gasped between breaths, "What about Ron?"
Harry sharply turn to his right in hopes to lose their chaser. "He'll be fine. He's hiding in the knight's ar..." Harry fell and landed on the hard floor with a loud "thud". Hermione also stumbled, yet keeping her balance, and looked back at what Harry fell over. It was Mrs. Norris, Filch's old cat, laying uncouncious.
"Is she dead?" Hermione studdered.
"I dunno, but let's go." Hermione held out her hand and they were off again... only to get a couple steps.
"I can't run," Harry paniced. Ironicly, Harry managed to twist his ankle while stumbling over Mrs. Norris. "I 'ear a wittle student being naughty and out of bed," Peeves cheered down the hallway, "Wait till Dumblee-dor get's his wand on you!"
With Harry's twisted ankle and their torn Invisibilty Cloak they didn't have many options on what to do. Harry saw a crevis in the wall, where a door could barely be seen. He dragged Hermione over with him into the small space. Her face burried into his chest and eyes shut tight. "I smell," Peeves hesitated, "I smell a wittle girl!" Hermione gasped and Harry held her closer so she wouldn't cry. "Oh wittle girl, you'd better come out now cause if you don't Filch will have the worst punishment for you!" A tear fell from Hermione's eye. Peeves floated closer and closer. So close that Harry could smell Peeves' smelly poltergeist self. Harry himself closed his eyes and burried his face in Hermione's bushy hair. "Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum... I SMELL THE SCENT OF A GUILTY ONE!!"
Suddenly a shrill scream flooded the corridor, "MY CAT!!!!!" Peeves floated over to Filch. "PEEVES YOU HAVE GONE FAR ENOUGH!!!!! OFF TO DUMBLEDORE WITH ME!!!"
The Bloody Baron, Nearly Headless Nick, the Fat Friar and the Gray Lady all came to examine the situation. The Red Baron roared "YES PEEVES, THAT'S ENOUGH!!" And all six of them went off to Dumbledore.
Harry looked down at Hermione, "They're gone."
Hermione looked up at Harry with puffy, tear filled eyes. Harry took his thumb and whiped a tear away from her eye. "Harry..." she whispered.
He smiled leaned down and kissed her cheek, "Come on, let's get Ron..."
"Harry... Harry..." Hermione gasped between breaths, "What about Ron?"
Harry sharply turn to his right in hopes to lose their chaser. "He'll be fine. He's hiding in the knight's ar..." Harry fell and landed on the hard floor with a loud "thud". Hermione also stumbled, yet keeping her balance, and looked back at what Harry fell over. It was Mrs. Norris, Filch's old cat, laying uncouncious.
"Is she dead?" Hermione studdered.
"I dunno, but let's go." Hermione held out her hand and they were off again... only to get a couple steps.
"I can't run," Harry paniced. Ironicly, Harry managed to twist his ankle while stumbling over Mrs. Norris. "I 'ear a wittle student being naughty and out of bed," Peeves cheered down the hallway, "Wait till Dumblee-dor get's his wand on you!"
With Harry's twisted ankle and their torn Invisibilty Cloak they didn't have many options on what to do. Harry saw a crevis in the wall, where a door could barely be seen. He dragged Hermione over with him into the small space. Her face burried into his chest and eyes shut tight. "I smell," Peeves hesitated, "I smell a wittle girl!" Hermione gasped and Harry held her closer so she wouldn't cry. "Oh wittle girl, you'd better come out now cause if you don't Filch will have the worst punishment for you!" A tear fell from Hermione's eye. Peeves floated closer and closer. So close that Harry could smell Peeves' smelly poltergeist self. Harry himself closed his eyes and burried his face in Hermione's bushy hair. "Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum... I SMELL THE SCENT OF A GUILTY ONE!!"
Suddenly a shrill scream flooded the corridor, "MY CAT!!!!!" Peeves floated over to Filch. "PEEVES YOU HAVE GONE FAR ENOUGH!!!!! OFF TO DUMBLEDORE WITH ME!!!"
The Bloody Baron, Nearly Headless Nick, the Fat Friar and the Gray Lady all came to examine the situation. The Red Baron roared "YES PEEVES, THAT'S ENOUGH!!" And all six of them went off to Dumbledore.
Harry looked down at Hermione, "They're gone."
Hermione looked up at Harry with puffy, tear filled eyes. Harry took his thumb and whiped a tear away from her eye. "Harry..." she whispered.
He smiled leaned down and kissed her cheek, "Come on, let's get Ron..."