Beauxbatons cHaPtEr 3
A/N: hey there, wrote this on the same night as ch 2. Wow, I am
BORED! Hope u like! R/R ideas, what do U want to see in a story?
Even ideas for other stories, like really wierd romances. I could
take them on as a challenge.
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McGrangall yelled, "Everyone! Quick, get out of the school! Hurry!"
Students began stampeding out of the room faster than the future
firebolt. Hermione, Jean and Paul just happened to be at the back of
the room, could not get out fast enough. By the time they had reached
the Great Hall to exit, there were hundreds of men dressed all in
black with pitchforks and axes in the room, surrounding the teachers,
and the few remaining students - Kara Darkblood, a Slytherin,
and a fellow Gryffindor, Shahiri Draguslayer. The students were
being placed in handcuffs and taken away, as well as a couple of
Hufflepuff boys whom had gotten mixed up in the whole thing. They
quickly spotted Hermione & co and grabbed them. Duponte, the headmaster,
was calmly being taken and the teachers were running around frantically.
Snape, the potions teacher, caught sight of the three.
"Didn't you get out?" he asked, panic in his voice. The three
were carted off into a sort of carridge, where they were locked up
as though they were animals.
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Hermione awoke in a dark chamber, a dungeon. It smelt putrid - like
dead rats and rotting food. The scent reached her nostrils and
she coughed in disgust. The floor was damp and there was strange
green mold everywhere. Luckily, her skirts and robe protected her
from the dampness. She looked around, and in the dim light managed
to make out the features of Jean and Paul. "Jean!" she cried.
"Paul! Wake up!"
They started to stirr and for a moment Hermione thought that they were
going to wake up and help her get out of there. She was petrifyed.
Sitting in the dark, dismal dungeon, she tried to piece what was going
on. If she was Henrietta, then Paul and Jean must be...Ron and Harry!
It was so simple, and she did not know how she had not figured it
out before! She must have fallen back to live her life in the past,
with all of the same circumstances... but wait.. what about
You-Know-Who and the Puritans....?
Harry-Jean, began to stirr and she snapped her head in his direction.
"Jean, are you ok? Jean!" she ran to his side.
"Yea, yeah, Henrietta, I'm fine... Wow, I haven't felt like this
since... I don't know." he sighed and leaned back against the wall.
He looked at her, and he moved his head closer to hers. "I haven't
felt like this since..."
Their noses were touching. Soon, their lips..."Since your parents
died?" muttered Hermione softly. Jean pulled back in surprise.
"What are you talking about?" he asked abruptly.
She stared at him, and then asked, "Did your parents not die trying
to kill Voldemort? That's what made you famous!"
He rolled his eyes and began to shake his head. "Man, Henrietta,
that sure did take a lot out of you! My parents are still alive!
I'm not famous! Are you feeling ok?" he asked her.
She gasped, and pointed to his forehead. "Your scar - you don't have
a scar! That means that ... that ..."
She barely had time to piece together what was going on when a
man dressed in black, obviously a puritan came in the room.
A/N: hey there, wrote this on the same night as ch 2. Wow, I am
BORED! Hope u like! R/R ideas, what do U want to see in a story?
Even ideas for other stories, like really wierd romances. I could
take them on as a challenge.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
McGrangall yelled, "Everyone! Quick, get out of the school! Hurry!"
Students began stampeding out of the room faster than the future
firebolt. Hermione, Jean and Paul just happened to be at the back of
the room, could not get out fast enough. By the time they had reached
the Great Hall to exit, there were hundreds of men dressed all in
black with pitchforks and axes in the room, surrounding the teachers,
and the few remaining students - Kara Darkblood, a Slytherin,
and a fellow Gryffindor, Shahiri Draguslayer. The students were
being placed in handcuffs and taken away, as well as a couple of
Hufflepuff boys whom had gotten mixed up in the whole thing. They
quickly spotted Hermione & co and grabbed them. Duponte, the headmaster,
was calmly being taken and the teachers were running around frantically.
Snape, the potions teacher, caught sight of the three.
"Didn't you get out?" he asked, panic in his voice. The three
were carted off into a sort of carridge, where they were locked up
as though they were animals.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione awoke in a dark chamber, a dungeon. It smelt putrid - like
dead rats and rotting food. The scent reached her nostrils and
she coughed in disgust. The floor was damp and there was strange
green mold everywhere. Luckily, her skirts and robe protected her
from the dampness. She looked around, and in the dim light managed
to make out the features of Jean and Paul. "Jean!" she cried.
"Paul! Wake up!"
They started to stirr and for a moment Hermione thought that they were
going to wake up and help her get out of there. She was petrifyed.
Sitting in the dark, dismal dungeon, she tried to piece what was going
on. If she was Henrietta, then Paul and Jean must be...Ron and Harry!
It was so simple, and she did not know how she had not figured it
out before! She must have fallen back to live her life in the past,
with all of the same circumstances... but wait.. what about
You-Know-Who and the Puritans....?
Harry-Jean, began to stirr and she snapped her head in his direction.
"Jean, are you ok? Jean!" she ran to his side.
"Yea, yeah, Henrietta, I'm fine... Wow, I haven't felt like this
since... I don't know." he sighed and leaned back against the wall.
He looked at her, and he moved his head closer to hers. "I haven't
felt like this since..."
Their noses were touching. Soon, their lips..."Since your parents
died?" muttered Hermione softly. Jean pulled back in surprise.
"What are you talking about?" he asked abruptly.
She stared at him, and then asked, "Did your parents not die trying
to kill Voldemort? That's what made you famous!"
He rolled his eyes and began to shake his head. "Man, Henrietta,
that sure did take a lot out of you! My parents are still alive!
I'm not famous! Are you feeling ok?" he asked her.
She gasped, and pointed to his forehead. "Your scar - you don't have
a scar! That means that ... that ..."
She barely had time to piece together what was going on when a
man dressed in black, obviously a puritan came in the room.
