Note: I'm going to change the mood of the story a little. I realize that so far it's been very dramatic, as Iceamethyst has pointed out, so I'm trying to lighten it up a bit :)
Chapter Five
Harry put his hand as close to his face as he could get it and moved it. He couldn't see it at all. Where was he? Harry took a step forward, terrified he would soon end up in some sort of abyss. Holding his hands straight out in front of him, he closed his eyes (they were of no use to him anyway, and whatever this fog stuff was, it stung them) and started walking, taking each step slowly.
After what seemed like ages, though it was only a short amount of time, he began talking to himself to break the insufferable silence. He knew how idiotic he sounded, ("Hello, my name is Harry! What's yours? Mine's Harry too! Well, what an incredible coincidence! What are you doing here? I'm just walking around aimlessly. Me too!") but it was the only thing he could think of doing while he walked around aimlessly.
He tried to keep a straight path but was so disoriented that he thought he was going around in circles. Constantly groping with his hands, Harry noted that he hadn't hit a single object. For the millionth time, he asked himself, Where am I?
Suddenly, he hit something. Well, his feet did. Tripping, he fell flat on his face.
"By dose! By dose bust be brohked! Ahhhhhh!!" he screamed, writhing on the ground in agony.
"Relax, fool. It's nothing a little mint can't fix, wot wot?"
Astounded, Harry scrambled to his feet and put his hand in fists.
"Who's there?" He cried out, faliling left and right. "You don't scare me! I'll shred you to smithereens! I'll beat you upside the head! I'll punch your nose out! I'll, I'll . . ."
WHAP! Something hit Harry on the head and he crumpled to the ground.
"Talkative bloke, wouldn't you say?"
"Indeed, wot?"
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Hermione muttered to herself as she washed some clothes. What the wizard had said sounded like a bunch of rubbish to her, now. What difference could it make whether she "loved" Harry or not? He probably wouldn't even realize it!
She continued grumbling about "foolish men" and "idiot boys" while she arranged the flowers on the table. She didn't care what stupid "quest" he was on, he had no right abandoning her like this! Men were so insensitive!
Rubbing furiously at the table with a wet cloth, Hermione continued to work herself up about her imbecile of a fiancé. She wrung the out the cloth out the square window and looked at the bird contemptuously. Looking at it in the eye to find out about Harry. Ha! She could almost hear it snickering about how absurd that was.
Hermione then quickly hefted the plates onto a tray with a clatter. She spun quickly on her heel, heading for the sink.
She gasped.
Plates crashed onto the ground.
"RON!"
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A/N: Wooo, exciting, isn't it? Now al I have to do is figure out what happens next . . . :) Hope you're still enjoying it!!
Disclaimer: Harry, Hermione, and Ron belong to JKR. The magical sparrow belongs to ME!! wooooo