Disclaimer: Okay.. okay... none of the Harry Potter characters are mine. The only characters from that book I plan to use are Harry, Ron and Hermione, but I may use Dumbledore or another Prof. later on. All others are mine to do with as I wish!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!! I may control them, they are my lifeless puppets!!!! NYAHAHAHAHAHAAAAaaaaaa... Okay. I'm done. On with the story.
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron were on their way, as usual in this weather, to sit by the lake. On the right-hand side of the brightly lit corridor, the wall was covered in a tapestry, which would have been brightly colored, had it not had faded and several stains on it. From what a viewer would be able to see were some heroes battling some giant demon of sorts. The rest seemed to either been faded, stained, or just all a round messy. On the right, there were large windows which started at the floor, and went about 50 feet to reach the ceiling. In the five feet or so between each window were wonderful paintings of different things. One large painting in particular had a scene of two men playing chess, with a mass of different people surrounding them.
The threesome felt something strange about this corridor. It wasn't the fact that the men playing chess were moving, or the fact that they were even talking. They were used to that. It was that they could have sworn that they had gone down this particular corridor before, and yet they couldn't remember how they got there, or anything else that they had done today, for that matter. Of course, none of them wanted to sound stupid in front of the others, and didn't say a thing. The truth was that none of them had any idea where they were going. They just kept on going, expecting to find there way sooner or later.
At the end of the long hallway (which seemed to take an hour, at least, to walk), they came across a large door. It was made of the finest wood, and was outlined with gold, as was the doorknob. It had no special decorations, nor did they think it special, as (they thought) there were at least two others in the castle like that. But for some reason, none of the children were eager to open it. They were staring at it for about a minute before Hermione finally said, "Well, I don't see what were all waiting for, go on and open it, one of you!"
"I don't see why I should open it, as Harry is closer." Ron replied slowly.
"Actually, my hands are quite full," (he only had his wand and a book in hand, he had very little compared to the other two) " could you do me the favor, and open it, Hermione?"
"Fine, fine..."
All of their voices were very distant, as if they didn't really care for what was coming out of their mouths, and none of them cared to look at anything but the door. Hermione slowly came to reach the doorknob, but before she touched it, the door flung open and the world around them disappeared in a swirl of colors. The colors separated as quickly as they had melded, and they found themselves in a large ocean of water. There was no land in sight, and they had no means of getting home. They all were in some sort of sleepy trance as they floated steadily to the top. As soon as their heads broke the surface, they woke up from their trance.
"Wh-what the...?" Said Ron in an exasperated voice.
"Ack... hold on... lemme find my glasses..." He then dipped under the water and fished out his glasses. They were completely covered in algae. "Eww... yuck."
"Oh, give me those!" Hermione, as always, had a spell on hand to remove the slime from his glasses. She went to pull out her wand, but it wasn't there. Neither was anything else she had previously been holding. "Oh, god... Where could I have put it?" She frantically looked underwater and through all her robes to see where it could have gone. Hermione, like all wizards and witches, felt completely helpless without her wand.
"Here, use mine... uh-oh..." Harry too had lost his wand and books.
"Boy, are we in trouble now! I can't find mine either, and I lost my WHOLE chocolate frog card collection! How could I? And all I needed was Agrippa... on top of that, those books I took out of the library are missing, too!" Ron was in a state of complete panic.
"Ron, will you stop whining about your stuff and look at where we are? We seem to be in the middle of nowhere. I do wish that I had my wand with me! I could easily conjure up a map of this place, and find out where we are!" Hermione retorted irritably.
"Well, I guess that the most reasonable thing to do would be to go to that island over there." Harry pointed to an island about a hundred meters from them, which they all swore wasn't there before."
"I guess so..." Hermione was the first to make haste towards the island. It was quite a shock to find out that Hermione was such a great swimmer. In a few seconds, she was a good distance away from Ron and Harry. "Come on," she shouted back at them, "don't keep me waiting!"
End of Chapter One: To the Island
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron were on their way, as usual in this weather, to sit by the lake. On the right-hand side of the brightly lit corridor, the wall was covered in a tapestry, which would have been brightly colored, had it not had faded and several stains on it. From what a viewer would be able to see were some heroes battling some giant demon of sorts. The rest seemed to either been faded, stained, or just all a round messy. On the right, there were large windows which started at the floor, and went about 50 feet to reach the ceiling. In the five feet or so between each window were wonderful paintings of different things. One large painting in particular had a scene of two men playing chess, with a mass of different people surrounding them.
The threesome felt something strange about this corridor. It wasn't the fact that the men playing chess were moving, or the fact that they were even talking. They were used to that. It was that they could have sworn that they had gone down this particular corridor before, and yet they couldn't remember how they got there, or anything else that they had done today, for that matter. Of course, none of them wanted to sound stupid in front of the others, and didn't say a thing. The truth was that none of them had any idea where they were going. They just kept on going, expecting to find there way sooner or later.
At the end of the long hallway (which seemed to take an hour, at least, to walk), they came across a large door. It was made of the finest wood, and was outlined with gold, as was the doorknob. It had no special decorations, nor did they think it special, as (they thought) there were at least two others in the castle like that. But for some reason, none of the children were eager to open it. They were staring at it for about a minute before Hermione finally said, "Well, I don't see what were all waiting for, go on and open it, one of you!"
"I don't see why I should open it, as Harry is closer." Ron replied slowly.
"Actually, my hands are quite full," (he only had his wand and a book in hand, he had very little compared to the other two) " could you do me the favor, and open it, Hermione?"
"Fine, fine..."
All of their voices were very distant, as if they didn't really care for what was coming out of their mouths, and none of them cared to look at anything but the door. Hermione slowly came to reach the doorknob, but before she touched it, the door flung open and the world around them disappeared in a swirl of colors. The colors separated as quickly as they had melded, and they found themselves in a large ocean of water. There was no land in sight, and they had no means of getting home. They all were in some sort of sleepy trance as they floated steadily to the top. As soon as their heads broke the surface, they woke up from their trance.
"Wh-what the...?" Said Ron in an exasperated voice.
"Ack... hold on... lemme find my glasses..." He then dipped under the water and fished out his glasses. They were completely covered in algae. "Eww... yuck."
"Oh, give me those!" Hermione, as always, had a spell on hand to remove the slime from his glasses. She went to pull out her wand, but it wasn't there. Neither was anything else she had previously been holding. "Oh, god... Where could I have put it?" She frantically looked underwater and through all her robes to see where it could have gone. Hermione, like all wizards and witches, felt completely helpless without her wand.
"Here, use mine... uh-oh..." Harry too had lost his wand and books.
"Boy, are we in trouble now! I can't find mine either, and I lost my WHOLE chocolate frog card collection! How could I? And all I needed was Agrippa... on top of that, those books I took out of the library are missing, too!" Ron was in a state of complete panic.
"Ron, will you stop whining about your stuff and look at where we are? We seem to be in the middle of nowhere. I do wish that I had my wand with me! I could easily conjure up a map of this place, and find out where we are!" Hermione retorted irritably.
"Well, I guess that the most reasonable thing to do would be to go to that island over there." Harry pointed to an island about a hundred meters from them, which they all swore wasn't there before."
"I guess so..." Hermione was the first to make haste towards the island. It was quite a shock to find out that Hermione was such a great swimmer. In a few seconds, she was a good distance away from Ron and Harry. "Come on," she shouted back at them, "don't keep me waiting!"
End of Chapter One: To the Island