A/N: Okay I have a lot to say, first off I really don't care what cultural
aspects I have messed up on. It's my story so if I want a Wendys in
England, I can Have it! It's a FICTIONAL story, which means that it has
never happened in real life; it can have Hermione with two heads running
around the woods singing Britney Spears songs till she finds her lost pork
chops OKAY! I just am not very pleased that after soo many chapters ago
when I said anything about Wendys and Red Robins, that ppl are NOW
complaining that England doesn't have one, well ya know what GET OVER IT! I
had half my mind made up to just say she got eaten by some insane clown
from America cause he was upset that England didn't have any real fast
food! But ya know what, I didn't, cause I thought about all those ppl which
read this story and don't think gee that girl needs to get her self a beta
reader and learn what is and is not in England, even though those type of
ppl seem not to review as much as I would have hoped I am continuing on for
them, and all of my reviewers which are soo nice to me, especially the ppl
that made my list. But I must say that I just scraped what I decided would
happen and changed it up soo much! I think I used a reviewer's idea, in
which I say thank you for!
Butterfly: Thank you! Your too kind, you idea, I think will be used ;-) I'm not sure though, cause my moods change what I write every time. As you can tell today I have been in a not so great mood, but oh well, that's life! Slytherin Girl: I know! I just Love Snape! He's my fave! But sadly enough he's not in this chapter! I'll try to add a lot more of him in the next! But thankz for the review. snapefan51: You're too kind you know! I read your review, and I was happier the rest of the day! So Thank you Ever soo much! Arinya: LoL I didn't even realize that I wrote that! Gee there goes me and my head again! But the boxers thing, was taken from my other story, in fact I think a good deal was. But it was a Harry and my own character story which I have taken a VERY long break from writing, cause I lost my notebook in which I wrote all the chapters out in, but this fic I won't do that cause I'm just typing them straight out, no notebook for me nope. THANK YOU! gorgegirl: Hey, thankz for the review, I've read your fic, Home Sweet Home, I just haven't had time to review yet, which I will do very soon! But just so others know, GO AND READ IT! It's great! And it seems to be updated a lot more than I do! So Go And R and R it! (After you've R & R this chapter!) lol Thankz for the review once again, and for telling me of your great story.
And To Faith McKay Even though I don't think you have read the last chapter yet or what ever, maybe you just didn't review it, Oh well! I just wanted to say hi to you, cause you always make me happy, so I thought I should do a special little shout out to you! ENJOY!!!!!!
Chapter 12 It Says Vampires
When she awoke she was in a dark cold place, with a very hard floor made of flag stone which stank of dying and already dead flesh; as if burned sweaty tortured bone and skin had claimed the darkness since the place was made. So cold that Hermione could feel the air as if they were little daggers trying to spear her through every pore, noticing that her cloak was gone, as was the rest of her stuff. Hermione swung her head back and forth in confusion. 'Where am I???' 'Why is it so cold?' and many other questions pledged her mind. Feeling a wall behind her and a floor below, she decided that she must be in a dungeon of some kind. A small dim light was making its way towards her cell, she could see it growing stronger and stronger, nearer and nearer. 'Who is it? Will they hurt me, or help me?' a low rumbling of chuckling could be heard making its way, with the light. "My dear, it's time to come out and play now." Said the voice "The Master would like to see you, so be a good little girl and come with me." The unidentifiable male in long black robes that looked of itchy wool, came and opened the bared door. Slowly walking in to her, making the slightest click click click of his heal, he grabbed her arm and pulled her off the floor. "Come on now, I haven't got all day." He had a slight accent one of which she could not distinguish. She obediently stood up and followed with him as he guided her out of the cell. Walking slowly so she could walk with ease, the man never let go of her arm. Hermione, scared and shaken, still held her head proud; awaiting what ever could be at the end of the long passageway. At the end there was an old, rusted, creaky door in which they traveled through. But before he opened it for her he stopped and turned to her, "Just remember this, don't do anything stupid else it could be the last thing you do." Ripped opened the door, and guided her through.
On the other side of the door was a vastly amount of light in which warmed you just to behold, yet once you set your eyes on the center piece of the large, and majestic room, you can feel your soul turn to ice, on the throne. This throne was not one to envy but more of one to be scared of, or more appropriately one to be scared of who ever resides in it. Tonight the owner was sitting in it, waiting for his guest to show. When he saw her he smiled a smile in which she never hoped to see again, for instead of having it warm the heart, it put terror in its place.
"How are you my dear? Did you have a good nights rest?" 'Oh crap' was all that went through her head. An opened mouth stare was all that followed his questions. "I take that you are quite confused. No? Well I must say it was hard to find you. But when we saw that you were out of the castle, we could not have been happier. Now be a good girl, and come here to me. Come sit by me." With a wave of his wand a chair appeared next to his, lower but radiating goodwill, which was a great contrast to the whole aura of the place, but none the less she went to him, and sat upon the chair, and awaited his next command. "What a good girl you are. Now tell me why you left, I can help you, you know." With big brown eyes she looked up and thought deeply about what to do, she remembered what the guard like man had told her and of Severus, and lastly of Dumbledore. She made a motion to show she needed to write, which he complied to quickly. She wrote of how she did not talk anymore, and how that had affected her and others around her, she wrote how she had only one true friend there, and how she was a trouble to all of them, she wrote and wrote, forgetting who and why she was writing, she just kept going on and on, till she came to an end. Handing the paper over Voldermort read for quite some time, and when he came to the end, he picked up her hand and kissed it. "Do not worry anymore, we are here for you. How about you go and have a nice bath followed by a nap? I'll call for you later. Keller, show her to her room" A different man came forth, seemingly out of no where, and took her arm to escort Hermione to her rooms.
A/N: Okay, now you've read it, now review it, and come on I'm ready for flames! The weather is getting cold, so bring it on! LOL plz just review it Thankz! I hope you enjoyed it!
Butterfly: Thank you! Your too kind, you idea, I think will be used ;-) I'm not sure though, cause my moods change what I write every time. As you can tell today I have been in a not so great mood, but oh well, that's life! Slytherin Girl: I know! I just Love Snape! He's my fave! But sadly enough he's not in this chapter! I'll try to add a lot more of him in the next! But thankz for the review. snapefan51: You're too kind you know! I read your review, and I was happier the rest of the day! So Thank you Ever soo much! Arinya: LoL I didn't even realize that I wrote that! Gee there goes me and my head again! But the boxers thing, was taken from my other story, in fact I think a good deal was. But it was a Harry and my own character story which I have taken a VERY long break from writing, cause I lost my notebook in which I wrote all the chapters out in, but this fic I won't do that cause I'm just typing them straight out, no notebook for me nope. THANK YOU! gorgegirl: Hey, thankz for the review, I've read your fic, Home Sweet Home, I just haven't had time to review yet, which I will do very soon! But just so others know, GO AND READ IT! It's great! And it seems to be updated a lot more than I do! So Go And R and R it! (After you've R & R this chapter!) lol Thankz for the review once again, and for telling me of your great story.
And To Faith McKay Even though I don't think you have read the last chapter yet or what ever, maybe you just didn't review it, Oh well! I just wanted to say hi to you, cause you always make me happy, so I thought I should do a special little shout out to you! ENJOY!!!!!!
Chapter 12 It Says Vampires
When she awoke she was in a dark cold place, with a very hard floor made of flag stone which stank of dying and already dead flesh; as if burned sweaty tortured bone and skin had claimed the darkness since the place was made. So cold that Hermione could feel the air as if they were little daggers trying to spear her through every pore, noticing that her cloak was gone, as was the rest of her stuff. Hermione swung her head back and forth in confusion. 'Where am I???' 'Why is it so cold?' and many other questions pledged her mind. Feeling a wall behind her and a floor below, she decided that she must be in a dungeon of some kind. A small dim light was making its way towards her cell, she could see it growing stronger and stronger, nearer and nearer. 'Who is it? Will they hurt me, or help me?' a low rumbling of chuckling could be heard making its way, with the light. "My dear, it's time to come out and play now." Said the voice "The Master would like to see you, so be a good little girl and come with me." The unidentifiable male in long black robes that looked of itchy wool, came and opened the bared door. Slowly walking in to her, making the slightest click click click of his heal, he grabbed her arm and pulled her off the floor. "Come on now, I haven't got all day." He had a slight accent one of which she could not distinguish. She obediently stood up and followed with him as he guided her out of the cell. Walking slowly so she could walk with ease, the man never let go of her arm. Hermione, scared and shaken, still held her head proud; awaiting what ever could be at the end of the long passageway. At the end there was an old, rusted, creaky door in which they traveled through. But before he opened it for her he stopped and turned to her, "Just remember this, don't do anything stupid else it could be the last thing you do." Ripped opened the door, and guided her through.
On the other side of the door was a vastly amount of light in which warmed you just to behold, yet once you set your eyes on the center piece of the large, and majestic room, you can feel your soul turn to ice, on the throne. This throne was not one to envy but more of one to be scared of, or more appropriately one to be scared of who ever resides in it. Tonight the owner was sitting in it, waiting for his guest to show. When he saw her he smiled a smile in which she never hoped to see again, for instead of having it warm the heart, it put terror in its place.
"How are you my dear? Did you have a good nights rest?" 'Oh crap' was all that went through her head. An opened mouth stare was all that followed his questions. "I take that you are quite confused. No? Well I must say it was hard to find you. But when we saw that you were out of the castle, we could not have been happier. Now be a good girl, and come here to me. Come sit by me." With a wave of his wand a chair appeared next to his, lower but radiating goodwill, which was a great contrast to the whole aura of the place, but none the less she went to him, and sat upon the chair, and awaited his next command. "What a good girl you are. Now tell me why you left, I can help you, you know." With big brown eyes she looked up and thought deeply about what to do, she remembered what the guard like man had told her and of Severus, and lastly of Dumbledore. She made a motion to show she needed to write, which he complied to quickly. She wrote of how she did not talk anymore, and how that had affected her and others around her, she wrote how she had only one true friend there, and how she was a trouble to all of them, she wrote and wrote, forgetting who and why she was writing, she just kept going on and on, till she came to an end. Handing the paper over Voldermort read for quite some time, and when he came to the end, he picked up her hand and kissed it. "Do not worry anymore, we are here for you. How about you go and have a nice bath followed by a nap? I'll call for you later. Keller, show her to her room" A different man came forth, seemingly out of no where, and took her arm to escort Hermione to her rooms.
A/N: Okay, now you've read it, now review it, and come on I'm ready for flames! The weather is getting cold, so bring it on! LOL plz just review it Thankz! I hope you enjoyed it!