Part 4: The Brightening of Darkness
A/N: J. K. Rowling owns all except the plot, which I own. This is probably the best part so far.... Hope you like it! Oh, yeah, and my style of writing is either loved, or loathed, so feel free to express yourself in reviews, but if you hate it, don't overdo it.
I didn't know what to do. Everyone besides Harry was either evil, crazy, or dead. Oh, how I hate that word! Dead. It sounds so ominous. Anyway, I knew I had a job to do, so I got started. I packed a small suitcase and walked a mile to the airport. It was a breezy day, and hardly anyone was outside. Once at the airport, I had to wait an hour for my plane. I HATE WAITING! Calm down, Hermione. You're okay. But, when I got on, I hardly had to wait any longer. I had a window seat, and just as the plane was getting ready to take off, a short, slender man sat down beside me.
"Hello, ma'am."
"Hello," I replied, thinking he was probably just a polite man who wanted to acknowledge my presence.
"Er- you wouldn't happen to be Hermione Granger? The auror?" he asked timidly.
I gave him a quizzical look. "Are you a muggle?"
"I saw your picture on the news," he explained hurriedly. "And no, I'm a wizard."
"Yes, I am Hermione Granger, but really. You shouldn't be talking about magic in public," I said, annoyed.
"Yes, yes. I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. I am Geoffrey Malfoy."
"Are you related to Draco Malfoy?"
"Yes! He's told me about you," he said, "How you gave Snape the Defense against the Dark Arts position."
I just waited. He must have noticed, because he hurried on, "I'm his brother."
The plane was rising in the air. I decided to be nice to him. I was in a good mood.
"That's nice." End of conversation.
He gave me a disappointed look, and picked up his book, and began to read. It was a biography on Dumbledore. I must confess, I was intrigued by this out-going man, who claimed he was Draco Malfoy's brother, but I knew I couldn't be intrigued. I had work to do.
"Liar," I hissed.
"What?" he asked, looking confused.
"Liar. Draco Malfoy doesn't have a brother. And if he did, that wouldn't make you him."
"That may be so, but you can't hurt me, Granger," he hissed back.
"Why is that?" I asked, still in a threatening tone.
"You don't have any proof."
Now, I knew that I didn't have any proof, but I had reason enough to believe that he was Colin Creevey.
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It all happened so fast, I didn't know what was happening. One moment we were hurling insults at each other, and attracting the whole plane's attention, and the next, we were sitting in our seats, staring at each other with such admiring passion, I could feel a fire burning in between us. That's when it me. We were in love, and there was nothing I could do. Oh, Ron! I thought despairingly. Help!
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We were talking, trying to be polite, but it was almost impossible. When he was half-way through a sentance, it hit me. I couldn't kill him! What to do? What to do? I would have to hide. Ron was going to hate me. I knew it. I knew he was dead, but I couldn't help it. He wouldn't like this.
"Colin, I can't kill you," I said. "I don't have a choice, but I can't. I was sent to kill you, but I can't."
"I was sent to kill you, too," he replied matter-of-factly.
I screamed and stood up.
"But I won't!" he finished.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because- this may sound crazy- but I love you."
I smiled, and we both knew. We had already known we were in love, but now we knew we were probably going to be sent to Azkaban because of it. Unless I acted quickly.
"Wait," I had suddenly realized something. "Who sent you? I thought you were the one in control?"
"I sent myself," he replied. "You're probably wondering why I'd get in trouble for that."
"I am," I chose my words carefully. "But do I want to know?"
"Yes," he said. "But now, just believe me when I say: There are also second death-eaters. And they, I admit, are more powerful than I ever will be."
"I understand."
The plane landed, and Colin and I got off and began to run. The passengers on the plane just stared. We had given away information about the wizarding world to muggles, and right now, what with me running from the ministry, and Colin running from a mob of death-eaters, was the last thing we needed. I knew I would have to use the knowledge I had always treasured to keep myself and the most wicked person in the world, who I was in love with, away from the danger...
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A/N: Whew! It's very hard to write a G happening on an airplane that has to end exactly the way I planned. Hope you enjoyed it after all my hard work. Oh, yeah. I promised a nightmare... I decided to save that for the next story. Hasta!
A/N: J. K. Rowling owns all except the plot, which I own. This is probably the best part so far.... Hope you like it! Oh, yeah, and my style of writing is either loved, or loathed, so feel free to express yourself in reviews, but if you hate it, don't overdo it.
I didn't know what to do. Everyone besides Harry was either evil, crazy, or dead. Oh, how I hate that word! Dead. It sounds so ominous. Anyway, I knew I had a job to do, so I got started. I packed a small suitcase and walked a mile to the airport. It was a breezy day, and hardly anyone was outside. Once at the airport, I had to wait an hour for my plane. I HATE WAITING! Calm down, Hermione. You're okay. But, when I got on, I hardly had to wait any longer. I had a window seat, and just as the plane was getting ready to take off, a short, slender man sat down beside me.
"Hello, ma'am."
"Hello," I replied, thinking he was probably just a polite man who wanted to acknowledge my presence.
"Er- you wouldn't happen to be Hermione Granger? The auror?" he asked timidly.
I gave him a quizzical look. "Are you a muggle?"
"I saw your picture on the news," he explained hurriedly. "And no, I'm a wizard."
"Yes, I am Hermione Granger, but really. You shouldn't be talking about magic in public," I said, annoyed.
"Yes, yes. I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. I am Geoffrey Malfoy."
"Are you related to Draco Malfoy?"
"Yes! He's told me about you," he said, "How you gave Snape the Defense against the Dark Arts position."
I just waited. He must have noticed, because he hurried on, "I'm his brother."
The plane was rising in the air. I decided to be nice to him. I was in a good mood.
"That's nice." End of conversation.
He gave me a disappointed look, and picked up his book, and began to read. It was a biography on Dumbledore. I must confess, I was intrigued by this out-going man, who claimed he was Draco Malfoy's brother, but I knew I couldn't be intrigued. I had work to do.
"Liar," I hissed.
"What?" he asked, looking confused.
"Liar. Draco Malfoy doesn't have a brother. And if he did, that wouldn't make you him."
"That may be so, but you can't hurt me, Granger," he hissed back.
"Why is that?" I asked, still in a threatening tone.
"You don't have any proof."
Now, I knew that I didn't have any proof, but I had reason enough to believe that he was Colin Creevey.
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It all happened so fast, I didn't know what was happening. One moment we were hurling insults at each other, and attracting the whole plane's attention, and the next, we were sitting in our seats, staring at each other with such admiring passion, I could feel a fire burning in between us. That's when it me. We were in love, and there was nothing I could do. Oh, Ron! I thought despairingly. Help!
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We were talking, trying to be polite, but it was almost impossible. When he was half-way through a sentance, it hit me. I couldn't kill him! What to do? What to do? I would have to hide. Ron was going to hate me. I knew it. I knew he was dead, but I couldn't help it. He wouldn't like this.
"Colin, I can't kill you," I said. "I don't have a choice, but I can't. I was sent to kill you, but I can't."
"I was sent to kill you, too," he replied matter-of-factly.
I screamed and stood up.
"But I won't!" he finished.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because- this may sound crazy- but I love you."
I smiled, and we both knew. We had already known we were in love, but now we knew we were probably going to be sent to Azkaban because of it. Unless I acted quickly.
"Wait," I had suddenly realized something. "Who sent you? I thought you were the one in control?"
"I sent myself," he replied. "You're probably wondering why I'd get in trouble for that."
"I am," I chose my words carefully. "But do I want to know?"
"Yes," he said. "But now, just believe me when I say: There are also second death-eaters. And they, I admit, are more powerful than I ever will be."
"I understand."
The plane landed, and Colin and I got off and began to run. The passengers on the plane just stared. We had given away information about the wizarding world to muggles, and right now, what with me running from the ministry, and Colin running from a mob of death-eaters, was the last thing we needed. I knew I would have to use the knowledge I had always treasured to keep myself and the most wicked person in the world, who I was in love with, away from the danger...
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A/N: Whew! It's very hard to write a G happening on an airplane that has to end exactly the way I planned. Hope you enjoyed it after all my hard work. Oh, yeah. I promised a nightmare... I decided to save that for the next story. Hasta!