AN: Please do not read this if you are a fan of the character Harry
Potter. Otherwise, I say go for it. It's the entire reason I wrote it.
No, I just wanted to write it, and keep it all to my lonesome little self.
Uh Hu. Don't you like pleather? It's so nifty I think....
The chill in the air was almost unbarable. A gust of wind brushed through the air causing Harry's dark hair to be swept behind his face. His cloak moved freely along his body, flowing like water.
There was a boy on Harry's side. Ron trudged along, his face white with cold. His freckles almost invisible in the wind.
"I don't know that we'll make it Harry"
"We can't think like that, not now anyway"
The two boys continued on the way, leaving the Hogwarts grounds. Words had become non exsistant in the minds of the two. All that would register in their heads now was the sheer extent of the bitter cold.
After much more traveling they reached a small shack no bigger that half of Hagrid's hut. The two stood still outside of the door, contemplating what to do next.
"I know she told us not to follow her, but we've already come this far", reasoned Harry.
"Alright, but don't upset her anymore."
Harry crept forward, and slowly turned the doorknob which was rusty and somewhat deteriorated. He inched his way into the room.
"Hermione?" he whispered sounding slightly nervous.
No answer came, and Ron entered into the room. They looked around trying to find any form of life, but they found nothing.
Slowly Ron turned. He scaned the floor with his eyes, when they fell apon a puddle lying off the the side of the door. He nudged Harry in the ribs, and pointed to the liquid. Harry moved closer to it when he realized what it was.
Dark red blood was scattered along the floor, but there was no body. Harry pulled the door back, and Hermione's body fell from behind. Ron screamed and made a run for the only other way out, the window.
Harry knelt down beside Hermione, and tried to carry her away, but just as he lifted her body her eyes flung open, and her blood covered hand flew into the air. She had a knife cluched tightly in her fist. Harry tried to back away, but it was to late, her hand had already reached his somach where it gouged a large piece of mid-section out of his body. Harry fell to the floor, blood soaking the wood beneath him.
They found the bodies the next morning.
The chill in the air was almost unbarable. A gust of wind brushed through the air causing Harry's dark hair to be swept behind his face. His cloak moved freely along his body, flowing like water.
There was a boy on Harry's side. Ron trudged along, his face white with cold. His freckles almost invisible in the wind.
"I don't know that we'll make it Harry"
"We can't think like that, not now anyway"
The two boys continued on the way, leaving the Hogwarts grounds. Words had become non exsistant in the minds of the two. All that would register in their heads now was the sheer extent of the bitter cold.
After much more traveling they reached a small shack no bigger that half of Hagrid's hut. The two stood still outside of the door, contemplating what to do next.
"I know she told us not to follow her, but we've already come this far", reasoned Harry.
"Alright, but don't upset her anymore."
Harry crept forward, and slowly turned the doorknob which was rusty and somewhat deteriorated. He inched his way into the room.
"Hermione?" he whispered sounding slightly nervous.
No answer came, and Ron entered into the room. They looked around trying to find any form of life, but they found nothing.
Slowly Ron turned. He scaned the floor with his eyes, when they fell apon a puddle lying off the the side of the door. He nudged Harry in the ribs, and pointed to the liquid. Harry moved closer to it when he realized what it was.
Dark red blood was scattered along the floor, but there was no body. Harry pulled the door back, and Hermione's body fell from behind. Ron screamed and made a run for the only other way out, the window.
Harry knelt down beside Hermione, and tried to carry her away, but just as he lifted her body her eyes flung open, and her blood covered hand flew into the air. She had a knife cluched tightly in her fist. Harry tried to back away, but it was to late, her hand had already reached his somach where it gouged a large piece of mid-section out of his body. Harry fell to the floor, blood soaking the wood beneath him.
They found the bodies the next morning.
