S c r e a m f o r M e .
Author's Note: Here is a ten chapter story about the summer after year four when Harry, Ron, and Hermione spend their summer in America. In America, they are stalked and realize that someone is trying to murder them. This is the second to last chapter, and expect it to be filled with exciting stuff. Read and Enjoy.
Chapter 9: Dodging death, but facing evil.
Hermione had been packing books away on their shelves, and found the title, Ways to avoid Death. She thought nothing of it at the time, but little did she know how ironic it was that her eyes fell upon that particular book.
As she found the books' place, she reached up and put it on its shelf, and heard a thud behind her. Her eyes quickly scanned the space nearby and fell upon a fallen book. She reached down, picked up the book, and put it away. She shook her head, and went back to her desk. The library was totally empty, even the head librarian had gone home since it was so slow. Hermione was all by herself, but she had an eerie feeling, as if someone was watching her. It wasn't the first time she'd had this feeling.
She looked down at her magazine and started to read, but as she looked down, a figure moved behind a shelf, making barely any sound. There was, however, enough sound to be heard by Hermione's ears and she suddenly looked up, to find no one there. She again returned to her reading. The figure dodged over behind a wall and drew out a long, slender wand. But this, alas Hermione did not hear.
"Sorceress magnus dormius. I wish you good dreams..." The figure said, and as soon as he said these words, Hermione quickly dozed off, to find her fate uncertain...
Dodging death. - 3 hours later
"Hermione! Hermione! Where are you?" Cyprus called throughout the library. Hermione had told him she would be there that afternoon, and he's shown up to surprise her.
"Hermione!" He called once more. He looked behind the desk to see a magazine lying on the floor. He picked it up to reveal an article on Beautiful Bookworms, and Cyprus at once knew it belonged to Hermione. He looked into the office to still find no one there, and then he began to worry. The magazine had been lying on the floor, Hermione no where in site, and he had a weird feeling.
He thought of all the things that could have happened, and not one of them were good. He got a cab to the apartment she had been living in, to see if, for some reason, she would be there.
Dodging death. - 30 min. later
As he ran out of the cab, his mind was racing. He rang the bell to the apartment, and a man's voice answered. "Hello, Is Hermione there?" He asked.
"Who is this?" The voice belonging to Harry answered.
"Cyprus. I need to speak with you. It's about Hermione!" His voice turned urgent, and he was beeped up.
Once the door opened, he said, at a rate so fast that it was almost impossible to make out. "Haveyouheardfromher? Ifoundhermagazinelyingonthefloorandnoonewasthere!"
"Slow down, what?" Harry answered, almost overwhelmed.
"Sorry, Have you heard from her? I found her magazine lying on the floor, and no one was there!"
"Are you sure?" Harry asked.
"Of course I am! We need to tell someone!" Cyprus almost yelled.
Dodging death.
"Oh God. I need a break!" Ron sighed. He had been hard at work in the bakery. He had been working here since 8 in the morning, and the hot air was finally getting to him. He threw down his apron, and took a walk leaving the back door. It was a small, dirty alley that led to the main road.
He sat down heavily on a little stoop and closed his eyes. He wasn't asleep, just resting. A quick sudden sound whisked by, and the boy's eyes suddenly shot open. Nothing, nothing in sight. "Hello?" The word escaped from his mouth.
He saw no one, no one at all, but he didn't trust his eyes. He looked once more down the alley and saw a man in a cloak. The man smiled, turned away, and disappeared out of sight. Ron felt a knot in his stomach, but he turned away and went back to work.
Dodging death. - Three hours later
Ron had a long day of work, and he was really tired. He had to clean up the bakery and close the shop, and by the time he left, the night had already begun. He walked down the street, passing a few people heading home, and he couldn't make the knot in his stomach go away. He quickened his pace, and soon, he there were only four more blocks till home.
He heard foot steps behind him. Thee and a half more blocks to go.
He turned around with only three more blocks, but could find no source of the quiet, but noticeable footsteps. He put his hand in his pocket and slowly put his hand on his wand. He kept on walking, but was ready to pull out his wand in case of attack.
Two more blocks, and the footsteps returned, but this time, they sounded different. He turned around and shouted "Temperatum!" The figure was in mid leap, and as the spell hit him, he froze in time and place. Ron had a chance to catch his breath, and then, he look at the figure. It was a man, but his hair was covered with a black cloak.
"Good thing Harry taught me that spell." Ron said to himself. On closer examination, he looked at the man's face, and he memorized it in case it would be handy. And then he noticed something, something was sticking out of the man's hand. It was a wand!
Ron did what first came to mind. He took the wand from the frozen man, and ran. He ran the rest of the two blocks till he got home, and when he got home, he found two men sitting on the couch, talking to Harry and a boy Ron didn't recognize.
"Hello Mr. Weasley. I am Mr. Douglas, and this is my colleague Mr. Jerink. We are both from the ministry, investigating a kidnapping. I believe you might want to talk to your friends about this first." the taller one of the two men said.
"I will, but while walking home, a wizard tried to jump me from behind, and I froze him in time." Ron spilled out.
"In time?" the man asked.
The other man spoke up. "We'll go check it out, where did it happen?"
"About two blocks away, going north." Ron responded. He took a seat, and then asked Harry, "Who's this, and where is Hermione?"
"That is a long story, but Hermione is missing. Cyprus, a friend of hers, found no sign of her at the library, and found a magazine lying on the floor." Harry quickly responded, as the color in Ron's face that had just about returned to normal left once again.
"We have to find her. We just have to." Ron said firmly.
"We can't do anything. This is New York. It is the largest city in America, and we have no idea where she could be." Cyprus said.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I can't just sit here doing nothing." Ron said, then he added, "I am going back to where I froze that man, and I am going to try and find anything that could lead us to the right direction." After Ron finished, he went into his room and quickly changed clothes. He took out Harry's invisibility cloak, and he asked Harry, "What was that spell that banish people again?"
Dodging death. - Ten minutes later
Once Ron, Harry, and Cyprus found their way back to the crime scene, they talked with the officials from the ministry.
"Do you have any idea where this man lives?" Harry asked.
"We think he might be from around Manhattan, and he is covered in sawdust. The only place he could have gotten that from around here is the construction area for the new building they are putting up near Radio City Music Hall." The man finished, and he watched as the three boys turned around at once, and ran away...
Author's Note: I know a lot happened, and a lot will be answered in the next chapter. Expect that will be up in a week or so. I have been constantly busy with a lot of work. I have been working on another story, which will all be put up in a few weeks. That is called, "Power: dodging life and death." Although I may change some of that title. To summarize that up, Harry is trapped at the Dursleys, and his only way out is to trust this unknown voice, but will he trade trust for life? Well, I want to thank Circe for helping out with this chapter, and I hope you all will review. Only one more week until you get to see the conclusion to Harry Potter's Nightmare in New York. Wait a sec, that was sort of spine tingling. Well, bye.