A/N: Woah! I'm getting serious! This is sorta short.
A/D: I own CRINAN and Icicle's first name. I picture Crinan cute, Looking like Lance Bass... rambling. Well, everyone else belongs to J.K. Rowling!
A/N: Just so you know, Morte means death. Review, okay?
Freeze: Part Four
Icicle walked out of Professor McGonagall's office with her head buzzing. Should I save Crinan? Or should I give up? And then there's Harry. And also Draco.
She sat back down in the Great Hall. Hermione and Ron were being all lovey-dovey and Lavender was, as usual, flirting with Harry. Icicle put her head in her hands. She had had someone. But she ran away. And when she ran away, she moved farther and farther away from him. Icicle stood up and walked out of the Great Hall.
She leaned against the railing before she headed back to the common room. Her life was too hard for a teenager. It's not fair! She thought. What did I do to deserve this?
She felt a hand on her shoulder and spun around. Standing in front of her was Draco.
"Hello Icy. Is something wrong?" He asked.
"No."
Draco raised an eyebrow. Icicle burst into tears and threw her arms around Draco's neck.
"Yes! Something is wrong!"
Draco stroked her hair. "What is it?"
Icicle pulled back. "I can't tell you. It is horrible!"
"Oh, Icy, I won't tell anyone. You can trust me."
"It involves Voldemort!" She choked out.
"Oh. I see. That is-WHAT?!"
"Voldemort! I can't tell you anymore."
She kissed Draco's cheek and ran up the stairs.
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At midnight Icicle was still awake. Pavarti and Lavender had gone to bed hours ago and Hermione wasn't back yet from her date.
The door was slowly opened and Hermione walked in. Instead of looking cheerful, she was crying.
"What?" Icicle asked.
"Ron! We... We broke up!" Hermione choked out through sobs and fell on the floor.
"That little ba*****! I'll kill him! I will! No kidding!" Icicle clenched her fists and stood up. She marched over to the door and flung it open. Hermione grabbed her shoulders.
"Stop!" Hermione hissed. "I can go single for a little while." She laughed.
"Fine." Icicle turned around and sat at the vanity.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing. I just can't sleep. I'll be fine."
"I doubt that, but whatever you say!" Hermione said walking into the bathroom to take a hot shower before going to bed.
Icicle picked up her brush and began brushing her white-blond hair. She stared at her pale reflection in the mirror.
"I can't stand this!" She screamed and ran out of the dormitory.
Hermione stepped out of the bathroom in her nightgown. "ICY!" She called down the hallway.
There was no answer.
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Icicle soon found herself outside. She stopped at the lake and dangled her feet in. The full moon shone a strange glow on the dark grass and reflected a milky gleam on the shiny water.
Icicle knelt down by the edge of the water. She dipped her hand in and drank the water.
She sighed. Icicle flopped back on the grass and looked at the stars.
In a few minutes she was asleep.
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The sun rose a brilliant shade of pink.
Pink skies in morning, sailors take warning. Voldemort will probably come and kill me today, she thought.
She stood up and stretched, and looked at her surroundings.
"I slept outside." She shrugged and walked over to the Forbidden Forest.
She climbed up a tree and leaned against a branch. She let the new morning sun bathe her face in warm light. Icicle picked an apple out of the tree and bit into the delicious red skin.
Just then, the branch shook slightly. Icicle shrugged, thinking it was just the wind, and took another bite of the juicy apple. But then the tree swayed again. Harder.
She looked to her right.
Nothing.
Then she looked to her left. A pale face with green eyes stared greeted her. The person had dirty-blond spiked hair and a kind smile. He was wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt.
Icicle blinked. No way. It can't be him, she thought.
"Crinan?"
The person nodded. "It's me, Icy. I have come to warn you of-" He stopped when Icicle threw her arms around him. The both tumbled to the ground.
"CRINAN!" She screamed.
"No, wait! I must warn you! Voldemort. He is coming for you again. He left at midnight. I hoped I would arrive before him. Icy, you must run. Run far away from this place!"
"I can't! I'd die!"
"Listen to me." Crinan sat up. "He will be here soon. Very soon. You must go. Now!"
"Will you come with me?"
"I can't-"
"Crinan, I can't do this alone. Come with me. Please. "
"Let's go." Crinan stood up. He took Icicle's hand and they walked back towards the lake.
Just as they reached the lake the skies darkened and a ghastly green smoke covered the ground. Icicle gasped.
Voldemort was sitting on a black unicorn right in front of them. The unicorn whinnied and reared on its hind legs.
"Well, well. If it's not my loyal back stabbing traitors. So sorry, but you two will have to come with me." And with that, Voldemort grabbed Icicle by the waist and hung her halfway of the unicorn. Then he grabbed Crinan and threw him on the back of the unicorn.
"Ride Morte`!" The unicorn ran off into the Forbidden Forest.