When There's Nothing Else To Cling To
Chapter One: When Light Turns to Dark
co-written by GoldenPhoenix and WitchGirl
A/N: When there was a black out, me and GoldenPhoenix were inspired to write this piece. We were trapped in McDonald's for an hour! We had plenty of different titles for it and finally settled on this one.
Disclaimer: We own nothing!
It was all Hallows Eve, and the three friends were happily looking forward to the annual feast as they walked down the brightly-lit hall. There was laughter and joy everywhere, and no one was expecting what was going to happen next.
"Good evening," Nearly Headless Nick said cheerfully, "The moon is full tonight and isn't it beautiful?"
"You sure are in a good mood tonight," Ron said.
"Well, as you know it is my Death Day, and nothing can put me down, not even 'properly decapitated' Podmore."
"Well, that's great!" exclaimed Hermione.
As they approached the Great Hall, the torches and candles began to go out one by one, and the joy and laughter went with them.
"What was that?" asked Nick.
"The wind?" Harry suggested.
"What kind of wind does that?" Ron replied.
"Lumos!" Harry declared. Nothing happened.
"Oh, let me try!" Hermione said, whipping out her wand, "Lumos!" she cried, but her wand just stood there like a useless twig. All over the Entrance Hall students were shouting the same things at their wands, but the room was still pitch black.
"Do you hear that?" Hermione asked.
"Hear what?" Ron said.
"That sort of strange classical music."
"Noooooooo..."
"That music..." Hermione began to walk off thoughtfully, as if she was in a trance.
"Where's she going?" asked Harry.
"Dunno," replied Ron. "But I think all those books have finally gone to her head."
"We should follow her..." They walked around trying to find Hermione.
"Hermione?"
"No! I'm Parvati!"
"Oh, sorry. OW!"
"Sorry," said Ron who had just stepped on Harry's foot.
"Hermione?"
"Do I look like Hermione to you?"
"I don't know! I can't see a thing!"
"I'm Lavender!"
"Jeez, sorry!"
"Can you make out the staircase, Harry?"
"Um, I think so," said Harry, squinting as if the staircase was far away. They inched their way towards it, through the bustling crowd. They saw a figure going up the staircase.
"Hermione?" There was no answer. They came closer to the figure and realized that it was female. But they couldn't see her face as she was to far ahead of them.
"Hermione?"
"What? Oh...yeah..." She climbed steadily on. And the two boys followed her.
"Looks like she's heading for the library," Harry said. He heard Ron mutter something that sounded awfully like, "typical".
Hermione entered the library. Something about the music was calling to her. No one was in the library, not even Madam Pince. But she'll be out lighting the torches again... She walked through countless rows of books, coming ever closer to the source of the mysterious music.
Harry and Ron rushed into the library where they had seen Hermione enter seconds before. They looked around, but Hermione was no where to be seen. The only figure in the library was the ancient Madam Pince, sorting, er, trying to sort papers at a table near by.
"Madam Pince, did you see Hermione come in here a second ago?" Ron asked.
"What? No! Go away!" she answered angrily.
"Ok, ok," Ron said, backing away slowly. Harry and Ron exited the library.
"But I could have sworn..."
"I know, I saw her, too," Ron interrupted, "But she'll turn up, probably she will have forgotten all about that music she keeps hearing."
"Why are the torches out?! This has never happened before!" Dumbledore paced angrily in the staff room.
"Oh, headmaster, please! It's only a loss of light. Nothing can happen!" Sprout reminded him.
"A lot can happen in the dark without any one knowing a thing," Dumbledore replied, calmly, "Now have those torches lit!"
"We would," McGonagall put in, "Except there's one problem: They won't light,"
Hermione walked slowly down an aisle of books and stopped behind a large blue one , which seemed to be vibrating. The music was louder then ever and Hermione took down the book, entitled 'the Greatest Works of Mozart,' which she thought was a very peculiar book to have in the library. She opened it and as she flipped through the scores of music on the pages, the melody would play to the scores, as if reading them. Hermione shut the book abruptly and the music stopped. There was silence all around her. When she returned to the Entrance Hall, it was empty and Hermione figured that they were all in the Great Hall. She crossed the Entrance Hall slowly.
Harry and Ron returned to the Entrance Hall, still filled with students, and tiny Flitwick was trying to take control with no success. He ordered them into the Great Hall and Harry and Ron followed the sea of people into it. All they could do was sit down and look at the food before them (which they could barley see) because everyone's appetite had disappeared in the light of the situation.
Hermione was confused at the sight of the Great Hall. It was deserted and the five tables were covered with dust and cobwebs.
It looks like no one's been here for years...
She made her way to the Gryffindor table, which was hard because she slipped often on the dust-covered floor. She sat down and as she did something made her stand up again in fright.
"Hermione..."
"Who is it? Who's there?"
"Hermione..." called the voice again. It was cold and high-pitched. Hermione ran out of the Great Hall and tried to make her way to the common room. Something was definitely going wrong at Hogwarts.
Chapter One: When Light Turns to Dark
co-written by GoldenPhoenix and WitchGirl
A/N: When there was a black out, me and GoldenPhoenix were inspired to write this piece. We were trapped in McDonald's for an hour! We had plenty of different titles for it and finally settled on this one.
Disclaimer: We own nothing!
It was all Hallows Eve, and the three friends were happily looking forward to the annual feast as they walked down the brightly-lit hall. There was laughter and joy everywhere, and no one was expecting what was going to happen next.
"Good evening," Nearly Headless Nick said cheerfully, "The moon is full tonight and isn't it beautiful?"
"You sure are in a good mood tonight," Ron said.
"Well, as you know it is my Death Day, and nothing can put me down, not even 'properly decapitated' Podmore."
"Well, that's great!" exclaimed Hermione.
As they approached the Great Hall, the torches and candles began to go out one by one, and the joy and laughter went with them.
"What was that?" asked Nick.
"The wind?" Harry suggested.
"What kind of wind does that?" Ron replied.
"Lumos!" Harry declared. Nothing happened.
"Oh, let me try!" Hermione said, whipping out her wand, "Lumos!" she cried, but her wand just stood there like a useless twig. All over the Entrance Hall students were shouting the same things at their wands, but the room was still pitch black.
"Do you hear that?" Hermione asked.
"Hear what?" Ron said.
"That sort of strange classical music."
"Noooooooo..."
"That music..." Hermione began to walk off thoughtfully, as if she was in a trance.
"Where's she going?" asked Harry.
"Dunno," replied Ron. "But I think all those books have finally gone to her head."
"We should follow her..." They walked around trying to find Hermione.
"Hermione?"
"No! I'm Parvati!"
"Oh, sorry. OW!"
"Sorry," said Ron who had just stepped on Harry's foot.
"Hermione?"
"Do I look like Hermione to you?"
"I don't know! I can't see a thing!"
"I'm Lavender!"
"Jeez, sorry!"
"Can you make out the staircase, Harry?"
"Um, I think so," said Harry, squinting as if the staircase was far away. They inched their way towards it, through the bustling crowd. They saw a figure going up the staircase.
"Hermione?" There was no answer. They came closer to the figure and realized that it was female. But they couldn't see her face as she was to far ahead of them.
"Hermione?"
"What? Oh...yeah..." She climbed steadily on. And the two boys followed her.
"Looks like she's heading for the library," Harry said. He heard Ron mutter something that sounded awfully like, "typical".
Hermione entered the library. Something about the music was calling to her. No one was in the library, not even Madam Pince. But she'll be out lighting the torches again... She walked through countless rows of books, coming ever closer to the source of the mysterious music.
Harry and Ron rushed into the library where they had seen Hermione enter seconds before. They looked around, but Hermione was no where to be seen. The only figure in the library was the ancient Madam Pince, sorting, er, trying to sort papers at a table near by.
"Madam Pince, did you see Hermione come in here a second ago?" Ron asked.
"What? No! Go away!" she answered angrily.
"Ok, ok," Ron said, backing away slowly. Harry and Ron exited the library.
"But I could have sworn..."
"I know, I saw her, too," Ron interrupted, "But she'll turn up, probably she will have forgotten all about that music she keeps hearing."
"Why are the torches out?! This has never happened before!" Dumbledore paced angrily in the staff room.
"Oh, headmaster, please! It's only a loss of light. Nothing can happen!" Sprout reminded him.
"A lot can happen in the dark without any one knowing a thing," Dumbledore replied, calmly, "Now have those torches lit!"
"We would," McGonagall put in, "Except there's one problem: They won't light,"
Hermione walked slowly down an aisle of books and stopped behind a large blue one , which seemed to be vibrating. The music was louder then ever and Hermione took down the book, entitled 'the Greatest Works of Mozart,' which she thought was a very peculiar book to have in the library. She opened it and as she flipped through the scores of music on the pages, the melody would play to the scores, as if reading them. Hermione shut the book abruptly and the music stopped. There was silence all around her. When she returned to the Entrance Hall, it was empty and Hermione figured that they were all in the Great Hall. She crossed the Entrance Hall slowly.
Harry and Ron returned to the Entrance Hall, still filled with students, and tiny Flitwick was trying to take control with no success. He ordered them into the Great Hall and Harry and Ron followed the sea of people into it. All they could do was sit down and look at the food before them (which they could barley see) because everyone's appetite had disappeared in the light of the situation.
Hermione was confused at the sight of the Great Hall. It was deserted and the five tables were covered with dust and cobwebs.
It looks like no one's been here for years...
She made her way to the Gryffindor table, which was hard because she slipped often on the dust-covered floor. She sat down and as she did something made her stand up again in fright.
"Hermione..."
"Who is it? Who's there?"
"Hermione..." called the voice again. It was cold and high-pitched. Hermione ran out of the Great Hall and tried to make her way to the common room. Something was definitely going wrong at Hogwarts.
