Author's Note: This is sort of short, but I'm still working on Mishap
Madness, and it's hard to write two stories at once. I had a dream that
was similar to this story and I decided to make it my plot, just changing
some places and characters around. There was no one like Harry or Ginny in
my dream, so it might be hard for me to write them in. I'm still looking
for plot ideas, so if you have any, please tell me! Also, reviews fuel my
writing!!!! No reviews, no writing!!!!
Chapter Three: Achilles' Heel
Note: This was supposed to be last chapter, but I couldn't write a huge chapter because expectations would rise, so enjoy this nice short chapter.
Ron gaped at his surroundings. There was no lake and the trees looked dead and desolate. Ivy grew up and around the castle walls and completely covered the main door.
Taking stock of himself, Ron noticed that his shirt was cut in several places and his elbows were bruised, but he was okay. Hermione was also looking herself over, and Ron noticed a large rip in her skirt that almost showed her knickers, but he quickly averted his eyes.
Hermione, dusting herself off, looked back up at the castle. "That's definitely not Hogwarts," she stated simply, not looking very much fazed. Ron almost laughed; that was Hermione's cool.
Ron began walking up to the castle. Hermione, however, pulled him back. "Are you crazy?" she hissed. "We're attacked by some flying thing and dropped in a strange place! Yes, let's just go waltzing up to the castle where anybody could be waiting for us!"
"Hermione, it looks empty to me," Ron reasoned. Hermione still looked nervous. "If you want to stay out here, its fine with me, but it looks like it might rain and it isn't very warm out." A small current of cold air hit Hermione as if to prove his point. Hermione nodded slightly and Ron began his trek up to the deserted castle again. As they reached the castle door, Ron began to clear off the ivy. Hermione, still jogging to catch up, began to speak, but then shrieked.
Ron looked up. A heavy tree branch from a nearby pine was falling towards him. Ron dove. The branch caught his foot as he fell. He cried out in pain as his ankle cracked. Then he lost consciousness.
Ron awoke to the sound of Hermione's breathing. She was panting heavily and standing over him.
"Ron? Are you awake? Are you okay?" she asked him, moving him into a more comfortable position. Ron only groaned.
Hermione sat back and relaxed slightly. Ron lifted his head slightly and looked around him. The first thing he noticed was that the lower half of his leg hurt like hell and he couldn't move his at all. The second thing he noticed was that the branch that broke his heel lay a yard away.
"Hermione, how did the branch move?" he asked, curious. He didn't think that Hermione could move any object that heavy.
"I moved it," she said simply.
"How?" he asked incredulously.
"I don't know how," she said, brushing it aside, "but you can't just lie here, and I definitely can't carry you inside. Your ankles completely broken and I can't find either of our wands. Someone will notice that we're missing soon and Dumbledore will probably be able to find us somehow but it's getting cold fast, Ron." At this point, Hermione was near tears and hysterics.
"Hermione calm down," said Ron, grabbing her hand. "We'll find a way out of this mess." Embarrassed, he let go of her hand and turned to the present obstacles. It was cold and getting colder. Hermione still had tears pouring down her face; she felt hopeless without her wand.
A breeze hit Ron's knee, knocking his ankle just slightly. The movement caused him to gasp. He screwed up his face in pain and Hermione looked panicked again. Ron quickly regained his passive and calm face for Hermione's sake and bit his lip to block out the pain. It didn't work. His ankle was bleeding profusely and the sight of his own blood was making him slightly ill.
Hermione gulped and began to relax and regain control of her emotions. She set her face and took the reigns again. "Alright, first we have to stop your ankle from bleeding. In normal circumstances, we should apply pressure to the wound, but in your case, it's broken and pressure would just hurt you. I have Lavender's cloak, but I left mine in the castle. You can use yours for warmth. I'm going to use this on your ankle to mop up some of the blood and maybe keep germs from getting inside the cut."
Thinking aloud seemed to help Hermione, so Ron let her get on with it. He laid back on the hard, cold, and uncomfortable ground and tried not to cry out or wince when Hermione jostled his leg or ankle. The pain was beginning to ebb away as his foot numbed from being tied up with his own shoelace. When Hermione began to remove his shoes and socks, Ron felt the pain full on again.
"Holy-" he shouted, startling Hermione.
"Oh, Ron, I'm sorry, I thought the shoelace tie might help with some of the pain. I really need to remove this shoe, though. I can't see your ankle well enough. I'm so sorry!" Hermione cried. She was crying again.
"No," Ron gasped, trying not to show how much pain he was in. "I'm okay, Hermione." Ron tried to pull his mind away from the pain in his leg, but there was no where for it to go. A stake was being driven into his foot at its most sensitive point and he felt and heard every nerve in the area cry in agony. As Hermione tried to gently pull off the sock that was now soaked in blood, the anguish overwhelmed him. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Hermione tried the best she could to be gentle and not move Ron's lower leg, but the care that a broken ankle required could not be given while the ankle was wrapped in shoes and socks. She wished her wand was with her, but she didn't even know how to heal a broken ankle magically. Madame Pomfrey was much better at this than she was; the sight of blood nauseated her slightly and the way Ron's ankle stuck out at an odd angle was making her queasy. She couldn't hope to heal Ron's ankle, but she could make a splint out of sticks and Ron's other shoelace and hope that it would heal the wrong way.
When Ron fainted, Hermione grew nervous again, afraid that he had lost too much blood. However, she pressed on, tying the cloak pieces and splint firmly around Ron's foot.
Suddenly, the memory of third year rushed into her head. Ron broke his leg while being pulled into the Whomping Willow by a big black dog, which turned out to Sirius Black. The recollection of the memory brought tears to her eyes and a smile to her face; all memories of Sirius were bittersweet, and everything had turned out alright in the end.
Hermione decided that Ron couldn't lie on the ground until help arrived. She pulled off his cloak with some difficulty and used it to cushion his head. When she had pulled all the ivy off of the door, she opened the heavy doors to reveal a huge hallway. The dusty marble floor was regal no more and the dark stone walls were coated in grime. Spider webs clung to the nooks and the majestic statue of a king standing at the bottom of the grand staircase was home to more than one eight-legged creature. Knowing Ron would hate her for literally dragging him into this spider hotbed, she pulled him into the dust-covered entrance hall, leaving a streak where his body has cut through the dust. Whispering apologies the whole time, she dragged him toward the stairs as disturbed spiders crawled over his bodies.
(Author's Note: You have no idea how hard it was for me to write that paragraph! I hate spiders as much as Ron!)
Hermione heaved Ron up the stairs and into the first bedroom she saw. There was no bed, so Hermione left Ron in the hall and began to check all of the living spaces for a bed. Strangely, she found a spacious bedroom complete with a bed, couch, wash basin, and bathroom. Hermione pulled Ron in, taking care not to bump his ankle on anything, and tried to pull him onto the bed. After a few tries, she knew it was impossible. Instead, she pulled the dusty covers off the bed and made a makeshift bed on the grubby floor. Ron would be filthy when he woke up, but Hermione was sure that she was no treat to look at either.
Hermione got a small blanket out of the nearby closet and practically fell onto the couch from exhaustion.
Ron awoke to find his lower leg throbbing painfully, but the discomfort was tolerable. Hermione was asleep on the coach and, when he looked over at her, didn't seem to be waking any time soon. Looking around and seeing his surroundings, Ron began to wonder how Hermione could have possibly dragged him up here, but soon began to think of other things.
The castle looked deserted and the open door showed a hall with bare walls. Why was this room furnished?
Author's Note: I hope you liked it!! This is the first story where I actually have the whole story planned out! I just write Mishap Madness as I go along.
Up Next: Flesh and Bones, But Mostly Just Bones
Chapter Three: Achilles' Heel
Note: This was supposed to be last chapter, but I couldn't write a huge chapter because expectations would rise, so enjoy this nice short chapter.
Ron gaped at his surroundings. There was no lake and the trees looked dead and desolate. Ivy grew up and around the castle walls and completely covered the main door.
Taking stock of himself, Ron noticed that his shirt was cut in several places and his elbows were bruised, but he was okay. Hermione was also looking herself over, and Ron noticed a large rip in her skirt that almost showed her knickers, but he quickly averted his eyes.
Hermione, dusting herself off, looked back up at the castle. "That's definitely not Hogwarts," she stated simply, not looking very much fazed. Ron almost laughed; that was Hermione's cool.
Ron began walking up to the castle. Hermione, however, pulled him back. "Are you crazy?" she hissed. "We're attacked by some flying thing and dropped in a strange place! Yes, let's just go waltzing up to the castle where anybody could be waiting for us!"
"Hermione, it looks empty to me," Ron reasoned. Hermione still looked nervous. "If you want to stay out here, its fine with me, but it looks like it might rain and it isn't very warm out." A small current of cold air hit Hermione as if to prove his point. Hermione nodded slightly and Ron began his trek up to the deserted castle again. As they reached the castle door, Ron began to clear off the ivy. Hermione, still jogging to catch up, began to speak, but then shrieked.
Ron looked up. A heavy tree branch from a nearby pine was falling towards him. Ron dove. The branch caught his foot as he fell. He cried out in pain as his ankle cracked. Then he lost consciousness.
Ron awoke to the sound of Hermione's breathing. She was panting heavily and standing over him.
"Ron? Are you awake? Are you okay?" she asked him, moving him into a more comfortable position. Ron only groaned.
Hermione sat back and relaxed slightly. Ron lifted his head slightly and looked around him. The first thing he noticed was that the lower half of his leg hurt like hell and he couldn't move his at all. The second thing he noticed was that the branch that broke his heel lay a yard away.
"Hermione, how did the branch move?" he asked, curious. He didn't think that Hermione could move any object that heavy.
"I moved it," she said simply.
"How?" he asked incredulously.
"I don't know how," she said, brushing it aside, "but you can't just lie here, and I definitely can't carry you inside. Your ankles completely broken and I can't find either of our wands. Someone will notice that we're missing soon and Dumbledore will probably be able to find us somehow but it's getting cold fast, Ron." At this point, Hermione was near tears and hysterics.
"Hermione calm down," said Ron, grabbing her hand. "We'll find a way out of this mess." Embarrassed, he let go of her hand and turned to the present obstacles. It was cold and getting colder. Hermione still had tears pouring down her face; she felt hopeless without her wand.
A breeze hit Ron's knee, knocking his ankle just slightly. The movement caused him to gasp. He screwed up his face in pain and Hermione looked panicked again. Ron quickly regained his passive and calm face for Hermione's sake and bit his lip to block out the pain. It didn't work. His ankle was bleeding profusely and the sight of his own blood was making him slightly ill.
Hermione gulped and began to relax and regain control of her emotions. She set her face and took the reigns again. "Alright, first we have to stop your ankle from bleeding. In normal circumstances, we should apply pressure to the wound, but in your case, it's broken and pressure would just hurt you. I have Lavender's cloak, but I left mine in the castle. You can use yours for warmth. I'm going to use this on your ankle to mop up some of the blood and maybe keep germs from getting inside the cut."
Thinking aloud seemed to help Hermione, so Ron let her get on with it. He laid back on the hard, cold, and uncomfortable ground and tried not to cry out or wince when Hermione jostled his leg or ankle. The pain was beginning to ebb away as his foot numbed from being tied up with his own shoelace. When Hermione began to remove his shoes and socks, Ron felt the pain full on again.
"Holy-" he shouted, startling Hermione.
"Oh, Ron, I'm sorry, I thought the shoelace tie might help with some of the pain. I really need to remove this shoe, though. I can't see your ankle well enough. I'm so sorry!" Hermione cried. She was crying again.
"No," Ron gasped, trying not to show how much pain he was in. "I'm okay, Hermione." Ron tried to pull his mind away from the pain in his leg, but there was no where for it to go. A stake was being driven into his foot at its most sensitive point and he felt and heard every nerve in the area cry in agony. As Hermione tried to gently pull off the sock that was now soaked in blood, the anguish overwhelmed him. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Hermione tried the best she could to be gentle and not move Ron's lower leg, but the care that a broken ankle required could not be given while the ankle was wrapped in shoes and socks. She wished her wand was with her, but she didn't even know how to heal a broken ankle magically. Madame Pomfrey was much better at this than she was; the sight of blood nauseated her slightly and the way Ron's ankle stuck out at an odd angle was making her queasy. She couldn't hope to heal Ron's ankle, but she could make a splint out of sticks and Ron's other shoelace and hope that it would heal the wrong way.
When Ron fainted, Hermione grew nervous again, afraid that he had lost too much blood. However, she pressed on, tying the cloak pieces and splint firmly around Ron's foot.
Suddenly, the memory of third year rushed into her head. Ron broke his leg while being pulled into the Whomping Willow by a big black dog, which turned out to Sirius Black. The recollection of the memory brought tears to her eyes and a smile to her face; all memories of Sirius were bittersweet, and everything had turned out alright in the end.
Hermione decided that Ron couldn't lie on the ground until help arrived. She pulled off his cloak with some difficulty and used it to cushion his head. When she had pulled all the ivy off of the door, she opened the heavy doors to reveal a huge hallway. The dusty marble floor was regal no more and the dark stone walls were coated in grime. Spider webs clung to the nooks and the majestic statue of a king standing at the bottom of the grand staircase was home to more than one eight-legged creature. Knowing Ron would hate her for literally dragging him into this spider hotbed, she pulled him into the dust-covered entrance hall, leaving a streak where his body has cut through the dust. Whispering apologies the whole time, she dragged him toward the stairs as disturbed spiders crawled over his bodies.
(Author's Note: You have no idea how hard it was for me to write that paragraph! I hate spiders as much as Ron!)
Hermione heaved Ron up the stairs and into the first bedroom she saw. There was no bed, so Hermione left Ron in the hall and began to check all of the living spaces for a bed. Strangely, she found a spacious bedroom complete with a bed, couch, wash basin, and bathroom. Hermione pulled Ron in, taking care not to bump his ankle on anything, and tried to pull him onto the bed. After a few tries, she knew it was impossible. Instead, she pulled the dusty covers off the bed and made a makeshift bed on the grubby floor. Ron would be filthy when he woke up, but Hermione was sure that she was no treat to look at either.
Hermione got a small blanket out of the nearby closet and practically fell onto the couch from exhaustion.
Ron awoke to find his lower leg throbbing painfully, but the discomfort was tolerable. Hermione was asleep on the coach and, when he looked over at her, didn't seem to be waking any time soon. Looking around and seeing his surroundings, Ron began to wonder how Hermione could have possibly dragged him up here, but soon began to think of other things.
The castle looked deserted and the open door showed a hall with bare walls. Why was this room furnished?
Author's Note: I hope you liked it!! This is the first story where I actually have the whole story planned out! I just write Mishap Madness as I go along.
Up Next: Flesh and Bones, But Mostly Just Bones