Author's Note: This is one chapter I couldn't wait to write. For all of
you who loved Mishap Madness because of its fluff, go read something else.
This isn't exactly gruesome, but close to it and it has a bit more mystery
and suspense to it then other stories. Anyway, just read it and tell me
what you think. Also, if you spot spelling and grammatical errors, tell me
and I'll look over my story. I'm a terrible typer and speller and could
really use help.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, his friends, or anything else in this story. I'm glad I got that off my chest.
Saying of the day that I made up while I was in the loo: Think about everything you say or do before you actually do them. You're parents aren't really going to let you move to Paris.
Chapter Four: Flesh and Bones, but Mostly Just Bones
Hermione woke up slowly, her eyes opening groggily. The first thing she noticed was that Ron was awake. He looked troubled and worn, his hands on his chest as he stared at the ceiling. Hermione hurried over to him to check his bandages.
"I'm fine, Hermione. How did you find this room?"
"I just looked for a bedroom with a bed."
"Why does this one have a bed and not the other ones? It's not even as dusty as the hall!"
"How would you know, you can't walk," Hermione said absently, wrapping a new piece of Lavender's cloak around Ron's foot. Ron yelped in pain when Hermione poked the piece of cloth into place.
Hermione stood up and walked to the wash basin. "I don't think we can find water here," she said, dumping the dead bugs that inhabited the bowl. She walked to the washroom door and opened it. It opened with a long squeaked that sent chills down Ron's spine, but Hermione walked in without flinching at the burst of cold air that flew past and blew back Ron's hair.
Hermione closed the door halfway. "There's only a bath tub and a window," she called back to Ron. "There's this fancy curtain covering the window. It has gold thread and a picture of a naked woman. I'm glad you can't walk Ron; you'd be staring at her cleavage. I wonder what you can see out the window.."
Ron heard the light note in Hermione's voice that a good night's sleep did to her, but it didn't comfort him much. The heavy velvet made a swooshing sound as Hermione pulled it back. Hermione screamed.
(I love leaving people hanging like that! When I read other people's stories, I usually skip to the other part of the story to see what happens. You're welcome to do that too, but you might miss some stuff!)
"Ginny, have you seen Ron or Hermione?"
"Harry, I asked you if you'd seen them earlier. They've just disappeared?"
"Yeah, I guess. Ron left to get his cloak a half hour ago."
"And you just started missing him?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Ginny lifted her eyebrows. Harry's brain only came back to reality after the big-busted girls had left for bed. Both were in the Common Room, picking up some of the trash so that McGonagall wouldn't scream at them. Harry seemed worried.
Ginny sighed. "If they aren't back in fifteen minutes, we'll look for them. If we can't find them, we'll go to Professor Dumbledore. Harry, they're probably at the Quidditch field having a nice 'chat'"
Harry rolled his eyes and sat down heavily on the couch next to the fire. He fidgeted for a few minutes while Ginny read her book. Finally, he broke the silence of the Common Room again.
"Ginny, why do they avoid me?"
"What?"
"Ron and Hermione. They've been avoiding me since the end of fourth year and it's just gotten worse since last year's thing at the Ministry."
"They just want to give you space," said Ginny, putting down her book.
"But I don't need space."
"Harry, the way you act so.. touchy makes them think you want to be alone."
"Touchy?"
"You snap everyone's heads off if they attempt to talk to you while you're brooding and other times you try to intrude on other people and destroy their happiness because you want them to feel sorry for you."
"No, I definitely don't want anyone feeling sorry for me," said Harry, beginning to grow tired of the conversation.
"Well, not really, but you other people to know what you're feeling. You want them to suffer your losses, too."
Harry knew they were talking about Sirius and his parents, and he definitely didn't want to talk about it. "It doesn't matter. Should we go looking for Ron and Hermione?"
Ginny caught him. "You're changing the subject," she said, looking at him sternly.
"Has it been fifteen minutes yet?" asked Harry, irritated.
Ginny sighed again. Harry wasn't very good at being open.
Ron tried to crawl to Hermione, but could barely make it off his blanket-made bed. Hermione ran out of the bathroom and into the hall with her hand over her mouth. She made it another room down the hall before her dinner from the other night came up.
Ron leaned onto his back to try to see into the bathroom. Leaning against the large window sill was a skeleton of a young woman. She was wearing an old-fashioned dress that was much too big for her skeletal frame. Her hair was golden and curly and pulled into a loose bun on top of her head. Fingernail marks gouged the wooden sill. What made Ron's stomach rise were the spiders crawling about her skull. A large black spider sat in one eyehole and another was in her mouth. Other bugs Ron did not recognize were crawling nearby. Hermione came back into the room looking pale and clammy. Ron used a fire poker that was lying nearby to close the door and crawled back to his bed. Hermione lay down on the bed facing away from the bathroom, eyes closed. Ron saw her trembling body, but could not comfort her properly from his position on the floor. Instead he contented himself with stroking her hand, which was hanging over the edge. Both fell asleep, hands together.
Author's Note: Another short chapter. Wait until Harry and Ginny talk to Dumbledore and read an interesting book! I really like this chapter, did you? Tell me in your review! (You are going to review, aren't you?)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, his friends, or anything else in this story. I'm glad I got that off my chest.
Saying of the day that I made up while I was in the loo: Think about everything you say or do before you actually do them. You're parents aren't really going to let you move to Paris.
Chapter Four: Flesh and Bones, but Mostly Just Bones
Hermione woke up slowly, her eyes opening groggily. The first thing she noticed was that Ron was awake. He looked troubled and worn, his hands on his chest as he stared at the ceiling. Hermione hurried over to him to check his bandages.
"I'm fine, Hermione. How did you find this room?"
"I just looked for a bedroom with a bed."
"Why does this one have a bed and not the other ones? It's not even as dusty as the hall!"
"How would you know, you can't walk," Hermione said absently, wrapping a new piece of Lavender's cloak around Ron's foot. Ron yelped in pain when Hermione poked the piece of cloth into place.
Hermione stood up and walked to the wash basin. "I don't think we can find water here," she said, dumping the dead bugs that inhabited the bowl. She walked to the washroom door and opened it. It opened with a long squeaked that sent chills down Ron's spine, but Hermione walked in without flinching at the burst of cold air that flew past and blew back Ron's hair.
Hermione closed the door halfway. "There's only a bath tub and a window," she called back to Ron. "There's this fancy curtain covering the window. It has gold thread and a picture of a naked woman. I'm glad you can't walk Ron; you'd be staring at her cleavage. I wonder what you can see out the window.."
Ron heard the light note in Hermione's voice that a good night's sleep did to her, but it didn't comfort him much. The heavy velvet made a swooshing sound as Hermione pulled it back. Hermione screamed.
(I love leaving people hanging like that! When I read other people's stories, I usually skip to the other part of the story to see what happens. You're welcome to do that too, but you might miss some stuff!)
"Ginny, have you seen Ron or Hermione?"
"Harry, I asked you if you'd seen them earlier. They've just disappeared?"
"Yeah, I guess. Ron left to get his cloak a half hour ago."
"And you just started missing him?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Ginny lifted her eyebrows. Harry's brain only came back to reality after the big-busted girls had left for bed. Both were in the Common Room, picking up some of the trash so that McGonagall wouldn't scream at them. Harry seemed worried.
Ginny sighed. "If they aren't back in fifteen minutes, we'll look for them. If we can't find them, we'll go to Professor Dumbledore. Harry, they're probably at the Quidditch field having a nice 'chat'"
Harry rolled his eyes and sat down heavily on the couch next to the fire. He fidgeted for a few minutes while Ginny read her book. Finally, he broke the silence of the Common Room again.
"Ginny, why do they avoid me?"
"What?"
"Ron and Hermione. They've been avoiding me since the end of fourth year and it's just gotten worse since last year's thing at the Ministry."
"They just want to give you space," said Ginny, putting down her book.
"But I don't need space."
"Harry, the way you act so.. touchy makes them think you want to be alone."
"Touchy?"
"You snap everyone's heads off if they attempt to talk to you while you're brooding and other times you try to intrude on other people and destroy their happiness because you want them to feel sorry for you."
"No, I definitely don't want anyone feeling sorry for me," said Harry, beginning to grow tired of the conversation.
"Well, not really, but you other people to know what you're feeling. You want them to suffer your losses, too."
Harry knew they were talking about Sirius and his parents, and he definitely didn't want to talk about it. "It doesn't matter. Should we go looking for Ron and Hermione?"
Ginny caught him. "You're changing the subject," she said, looking at him sternly.
"Has it been fifteen minutes yet?" asked Harry, irritated.
Ginny sighed again. Harry wasn't very good at being open.
Ron tried to crawl to Hermione, but could barely make it off his blanket-made bed. Hermione ran out of the bathroom and into the hall with her hand over her mouth. She made it another room down the hall before her dinner from the other night came up.
Ron leaned onto his back to try to see into the bathroom. Leaning against the large window sill was a skeleton of a young woman. She was wearing an old-fashioned dress that was much too big for her skeletal frame. Her hair was golden and curly and pulled into a loose bun on top of her head. Fingernail marks gouged the wooden sill. What made Ron's stomach rise were the spiders crawling about her skull. A large black spider sat in one eyehole and another was in her mouth. Other bugs Ron did not recognize were crawling nearby. Hermione came back into the room looking pale and clammy. Ron used a fire poker that was lying nearby to close the door and crawled back to his bed. Hermione lay down on the bed facing away from the bathroom, eyes closed. Ron saw her trembling body, but could not comfort her properly from his position on the floor. Instead he contented himself with stroking her hand, which was hanging over the edge. Both fell asleep, hands together.
Author's Note: Another short chapter. Wait until Harry and Ginny talk to Dumbledore and read an interesting book! I really like this chapter, did you? Tell me in your review! (You are going to review, aren't you?)