Out of Place
A/N Sorry! I had MAJOR writer's block.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Hermione struggled to get to the cave. She kept slipping and sliding on the mud. The rain was coming down in icy sheets now, chilling her to the bone. She was about 20 feet away from the cave when she slipped and fell on the sharp rocks. Her right leg was thrown against the stones and a large gash appeared. Hermione screamed out in pain. The cut was bleeding freely. She limped the way to the cave, where she lay down in exhaustion.
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"We must alert the Ministry of Magic!"
"Now, Minerva, do you really think that's necessary? Potter, Weasley, and Granger are always running about. I heard that prophecy was just a phony."
"No, Severus, it is quite true. The centaurs can feel it. Do you know Hagrid had to round up five of them because they kept arguing? Some wanted to help, some didn't."
"But Headmaster, won't you tell us what is happening?"
Dumbledore sank down into his desk chair. He looked even more ancient than ever.
"Well, it's the prophecy. It fortold of the disappearances of three students. No one knows where they are. No one can find out. The only way they can get back is to, as bizarre as this sounds, learn something. And of course, as it says, a life has to be taken."
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Ron woke up in a dark room, much different to the sweltering heat of the day he had experienced earlier. His stomach throbbed where the tiger had scratched him. He didn't dare to look at it.
"So...you're up." A man walked up to him. "You were very good. The Emperor wants to meet you."
At least fifteen guards entered the room and surrounded Ron. Then a tall, dark man entered. He was dressed in the finest armor with a long cape and a crown of golden leaves upon his head.
"Gladiator," he said. His voice was deep, like an echo in a cave. "You were great entertainment. What is your name?"
"R-ron."
"You seem young for a gladiator."
"Yes, sir."
"Where are you from?"
"England, sir."
"You've traveled a long way. I'm glad you decided to join us here in Rome. But then again, you didn't have much choice, did you?"
"No, sir."
"You shall be placed in my most prized team. As soon as you are healed, you shall fight real battles, against men, not tigers." And he left, as quick as he had came.
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"The changes have been made?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"And the two we talked about are occupied?"
"Yes. If I may ask, why don't you just get rid of them too?"
"There will only be one murder. I will explain it to you later." There was a pause. Then, "I shall travel tomorrow night."
"Yes, my Lord."
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Harry looked down at the tiny meal in front of him. It consisted of some bread, some weak broth, and some water to drink. It made him appreciate Mrs. Weasley's great cooking. Suddenly, a loud cough was heard.
"Oh dear," said the mother, and she bustled out of the kitchen into the hall. Harry followed. She entered a small, dimly lit room. Inside was a bed and a small night-side table. On the bed was a sick girl. She looked only about six, and she was very pale and weak.
"Sh, sh," said the mother, trying despretly to sooth her daughter. She noticed Harry looking at her.
"Mary is getting worse. Her feet, look at her feet."
Harry walked over to the bed and lifted up the thin blanket. Mary's feet were turning black.
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"Headmaster?"
"Yes?"
"Severus and I both received letters. We are needed at the Ministry."
"Why so?"
"It doesn't say."
"Go then, Minerva. But hurry back. I need you here."
"Yes, Headmaster."
A/N What did you think? It's going to start getting really good next chapter. Please R/R!
A/N Sorry! I had MAJOR writer's block.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Hermione struggled to get to the cave. She kept slipping and sliding on the mud. The rain was coming down in icy sheets now, chilling her to the bone. She was about 20 feet away from the cave when she slipped and fell on the sharp rocks. Her right leg was thrown against the stones and a large gash appeared. Hermione screamed out in pain. The cut was bleeding freely. She limped the way to the cave, where she lay down in exhaustion.
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"We must alert the Ministry of Magic!"
"Now, Minerva, do you really think that's necessary? Potter, Weasley, and Granger are always running about. I heard that prophecy was just a phony."
"No, Severus, it is quite true. The centaurs can feel it. Do you know Hagrid had to round up five of them because they kept arguing? Some wanted to help, some didn't."
"But Headmaster, won't you tell us what is happening?"
Dumbledore sank down into his desk chair. He looked even more ancient than ever.
"Well, it's the prophecy. It fortold of the disappearances of three students. No one knows where they are. No one can find out. The only way they can get back is to, as bizarre as this sounds, learn something. And of course, as it says, a life has to be taken."
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Ron woke up in a dark room, much different to the sweltering heat of the day he had experienced earlier. His stomach throbbed where the tiger had scratched him. He didn't dare to look at it.
"So...you're up." A man walked up to him. "You were very good. The Emperor wants to meet you."
At least fifteen guards entered the room and surrounded Ron. Then a tall, dark man entered. He was dressed in the finest armor with a long cape and a crown of golden leaves upon his head.
"Gladiator," he said. His voice was deep, like an echo in a cave. "You were great entertainment. What is your name?"
"R-ron."
"You seem young for a gladiator."
"Yes, sir."
"Where are you from?"
"England, sir."
"You've traveled a long way. I'm glad you decided to join us here in Rome. But then again, you didn't have much choice, did you?"
"No, sir."
"You shall be placed in my most prized team. As soon as you are healed, you shall fight real battles, against men, not tigers." And he left, as quick as he had came.
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"The changes have been made?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"And the two we talked about are occupied?"
"Yes. If I may ask, why don't you just get rid of them too?"
"There will only be one murder. I will explain it to you later." There was a pause. Then, "I shall travel tomorrow night."
"Yes, my Lord."
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Harry looked down at the tiny meal in front of him. It consisted of some bread, some weak broth, and some water to drink. It made him appreciate Mrs. Weasley's great cooking. Suddenly, a loud cough was heard.
"Oh dear," said the mother, and she bustled out of the kitchen into the hall. Harry followed. She entered a small, dimly lit room. Inside was a bed and a small night-side table. On the bed was a sick girl. She looked only about six, and she was very pale and weak.
"Sh, sh," said the mother, trying despretly to sooth her daughter. She noticed Harry looking at her.
"Mary is getting worse. Her feet, look at her feet."
Harry walked over to the bed and lifted up the thin blanket. Mary's feet were turning black.
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"Headmaster?"
"Yes?"
"Severus and I both received letters. We are needed at the Ministry."
"Why so?"
"It doesn't say."
"Go then, Minerva. But hurry back. I need you here."
"Yes, Headmaster."
A/N What did you think? It's going to start getting really good next chapter. Please R/R!