Out of Place
A/N Um...can't think of anything to say...um...r/r?...that was lame...
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Hermione was lookng up into the face of a woolly mammoth. It seemed almost uninterested in her, though. It sniffed her for a little while, and then walked off when it started to rain. Hermione was soon soaked. She finally plucked up enough nerve to move. She got up and immeadiatly slipped on the mud and fell back down. She tried again, more carefully this time, and succeeded in standing up. She quinted through the sheets of rain and located a cave not to far off.
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"What prophecy?" McGonagall asked.
"The prophecy on the doors to the Slytherin Common Room, of course!" answered Snape.
"Well no wonder I haven't seen it then!"
"Come. I'll show you."
The two teachers wove their way through the maze of halls that was Hogwarts. Just as McGonagall's feet started to throb, Professor Snape stopped in front of a large wall.
"This is it?"
"No! YOu don't expect me to show you how to get in, do you? No, I'm just going to show you the prophecy."
Professor Snape made her turn around. When she was allowed to face him again, words had appeared on the wall.
When green and black are combined,
Death to all good will come in its time,
When red from smoke enters red of head,
Only blood shall be shed,
When brown and blue achieve a pact,
One will break down, but in fact,
When all of this is gone and done,
The lives to be taken will be only one.
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Ron didn't know what to do. All he knew was that he was in ancient Rome and he was a gladiator. He watched the tiger come closer and closer to him. He realized his hand was lying on the hilt of a sword. He pulled it out and held it in front of him, feeling a new power sweep through his arm. The tiger lunged at him, but he jumped aside. It lunged at him again, and he tried to sink the blade into its flesh, but at the sight of it, the tiger swiveled away at the last second. Reacting quickly to the tiger's unawarraness, Ron thrust the sword at the cat, but it only grazed its shoulder. He ran his wrist accross his face to wipe away the sweat, bad mistake. The tiger jumped and scratched him across the stomach. Ron yelped in pain and drew back. The tiger readied itself for another attack. But Ron was ready this time. He sunk the sharp blade into the cat as it jumped. It went deep into the cat's heart. The tiger fell down dead. And Ron fainted, to tired to stand up anymore.
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McGonagall was speachless. Suddenly, a young Slytherin student came out of the wall.
"Go fetch Professor Dumbledore!" she exclaimed. The student scampered off. He returned with the ancient man.
"What is it?"
"Headmaster, we think this has something to do with the disappearances," Snape answered. Dumbledore took a few minutes to read the words.
"Yes, yes. We must act at once. We need to know who did this and why."
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Harry jumped aside as a large cart came bumping down the cobbled road. He caught a glance of what was on the cart...people. Dead people. And they were black. Not African, but their skin was black and rotted. Harry's stomach turned. Just then a young girl approached him.
"John! John, please come home, dinner's starting." Harry let the girl lead him to a small house. When they reached it, an older woman said:
"John, finally! We've been waiting for you!"
Harry sat down and they started to pray.
"Lord, bless this food that we have before us. And bless poor Mary, who is more sick than ever.
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"You have finished your task?"
"Y-yes Master. All three of them are back in time."
"All THREE of them? You weren't supposed to send the Potter boy back! You fool!"
"I-I'm s-s-sorry Master."
"Crucio!" The DeathEater twitched in pain on the floor until his Master was finished with him.
"No matter. There's always Dumbledore. Are these time periods livable?"
"Not for some sixth years, my Lord."
"That is your mistake. You underestimate to much..."
A/N Um...can't think of anything to say...um...r/r?...that was lame...
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Hermione was lookng up into the face of a woolly mammoth. It seemed almost uninterested in her, though. It sniffed her for a little while, and then walked off when it started to rain. Hermione was soon soaked. She finally plucked up enough nerve to move. She got up and immeadiatly slipped on the mud and fell back down. She tried again, more carefully this time, and succeeded in standing up. She quinted through the sheets of rain and located a cave not to far off.
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"What prophecy?" McGonagall asked.
"The prophecy on the doors to the Slytherin Common Room, of course!" answered Snape.
"Well no wonder I haven't seen it then!"
"Come. I'll show you."
The two teachers wove their way through the maze of halls that was Hogwarts. Just as McGonagall's feet started to throb, Professor Snape stopped in front of a large wall.
"This is it?"
"No! YOu don't expect me to show you how to get in, do you? No, I'm just going to show you the prophecy."
Professor Snape made her turn around. When she was allowed to face him again, words had appeared on the wall.
When green and black are combined,
Death to all good will come in its time,
When red from smoke enters red of head,
Only blood shall be shed,
When brown and blue achieve a pact,
One will break down, but in fact,
When all of this is gone and done,
The lives to be taken will be only one.
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Ron didn't know what to do. All he knew was that he was in ancient Rome and he was a gladiator. He watched the tiger come closer and closer to him. He realized his hand was lying on the hilt of a sword. He pulled it out and held it in front of him, feeling a new power sweep through his arm. The tiger lunged at him, but he jumped aside. It lunged at him again, and he tried to sink the blade into its flesh, but at the sight of it, the tiger swiveled away at the last second. Reacting quickly to the tiger's unawarraness, Ron thrust the sword at the cat, but it only grazed its shoulder. He ran his wrist accross his face to wipe away the sweat, bad mistake. The tiger jumped and scratched him across the stomach. Ron yelped in pain and drew back. The tiger readied itself for another attack. But Ron was ready this time. He sunk the sharp blade into the cat as it jumped. It went deep into the cat's heart. The tiger fell down dead. And Ron fainted, to tired to stand up anymore.
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McGonagall was speachless. Suddenly, a young Slytherin student came out of the wall.
"Go fetch Professor Dumbledore!" she exclaimed. The student scampered off. He returned with the ancient man.
"What is it?"
"Headmaster, we think this has something to do with the disappearances," Snape answered. Dumbledore took a few minutes to read the words.
"Yes, yes. We must act at once. We need to know who did this and why."
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Harry jumped aside as a large cart came bumping down the cobbled road. He caught a glance of what was on the cart...people. Dead people. And they were black. Not African, but their skin was black and rotted. Harry's stomach turned. Just then a young girl approached him.
"John! John, please come home, dinner's starting." Harry let the girl lead him to a small house. When they reached it, an older woman said:
"John, finally! We've been waiting for you!"
Harry sat down and they started to pray.
"Lord, bless this food that we have before us. And bless poor Mary, who is more sick than ever.
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"You have finished your task?"
"Y-yes Master. All three of them are back in time."
"All THREE of them? You weren't supposed to send the Potter boy back! You fool!"
"I-I'm s-s-sorry Master."
"Crucio!" The DeathEater twitched in pain on the floor until his Master was finished with him.
"No matter. There's always Dumbledore. Are these time periods livable?"
"Not for some sixth years, my Lord."
"That is your mistake. You underestimate to much..."