Chapter 5: When the last flame flickers
A/N (as written by WitchGirl): Sorry it took so long to get this story up. I am basically the one writng most of it now and I was really busy with some other fics, so I repeat, I am sorry this took a really long time.
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"What the heck was that?!" the fear in Ron's voice was rising.
"I don't know, but we have to get out of here. Hermione could be in trouble," As Harry reached down to pick Hermione up, Ron pulled him back upright.
"Ron, what's your prob-" But Harry stopped. There was a look of intense fear on his face.
"Does... Does that look like Hermione's normal look to you?" he asked. Harry looked at Hermione's face. Her eyes had snapped open. They were cold and glowed red. An evil grin spread across her face. She began to sing to the tune of a child's song.
"Don't even speak,
Don't even breath
When the clock strikes seven, you'll never leave.
"There's one way out,
But one alone
And you'll have to make a sacrifice
Of your own.
"But past the seventh hour,
There's no turning back,
Your past was a waste,
And your future's black.
"He knows you're here,
He sees the fear in your eyes,
The time has come,
For you to die.
"He's comin' for you,
You can feel it inside,
You're running in circles
And he'll find you when you hide.
"Shout if you want,
Scream like a bird,
But you're gonna die screaming
And you won't be heard.
"The seventh hour,
Will be your last,
You're then his for the taking
You will die at last.
"At seven you're his,
Without a doubt
Look forward to find death,
Look behind to find-" Hermione blinked and her red eyes returned to normal. The horrific grin on her face disappeared as well. She rubbed her head, "Oh, I'm sorry, I must have tripped or something. Come on! It must be late! We'll miss the feast!"
"She doesn't remember," Harry told Ron, who's face still held an expression of deep fear.
"Remember what? And what's wrong with you two, you look like you've seen a ghost,"
"Um, Hermione, what time do you think it is?" Harry asked.
"Seven, seven-thirty... Why?"
"Because it's more like three-thirty... in the morning,"
"What?! What happened! Harry, did you drag me along on one of your late-night excursions without my permission? You know how I feel about you breaking the-"
"Hermione, look around! Does this look like the Hogwarts you remember?" Harry interrupted, not wanting to here one of Hermione's lectures. Hermione looked around.
"It's so... Dark. Darker than usual. And the cobwebs and dust... I remember!" She said, a look of comprehension dawning on her face, "We were looking for the Viking Religious Book! And then I heard the voice... And I must admit, after that, it's a bit blurry,"
"You started speaking a passage out of the book. Then, you fainted. But that's not the spooky part yet!" Ron said. Harry and Ron explained what they remembered of the song and slowly, what Hermione had sung came back to her.
"So, that must mean that someone opened Zaphire and brought us into it... It must be someone evil because otherwise, it would be cheerful instead of dismal... Harry, you don't think-"
"Don't say it, Hermione!" Ron pleaded, but Harry knew what she was going to say.
"Voldemorte opened the door and invited us into his little shop of horrors..."
"Ginny, what's wrong?" the girl was sobbing uncontrollably in the Gryffindor common room. People were trying to find out why.
"She's worried for her brother, that's all," said one fifth year, but Ginny shook her head.
"He's... He's... Oh, Ron!" she wailed, "there's no way, no chance, no hope..."
"Ginny, where is he?" Dean asked.
"He's not coming back!" she sobbed, "None of them are coming back! They're practically dead already!" and as people whispered and shrieked what Ginny had just said, the rumor was misheard and said incorrectly and soon, people were saying:
"They're dead! Oh no, Harry Potter's dead!" and they're frightful cries echoed through the night.
A/N (as written by WitchGirl): Sorry it took so long to get this story up. I am basically the one writng most of it now and I was really busy with some other fics, so I repeat, I am sorry this took a really long time.
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"What the heck was that?!" the fear in Ron's voice was rising.
"I don't know, but we have to get out of here. Hermione could be in trouble," As Harry reached down to pick Hermione up, Ron pulled him back upright.
"Ron, what's your prob-" But Harry stopped. There was a look of intense fear on his face.
"Does... Does that look like Hermione's normal look to you?" he asked. Harry looked at Hermione's face. Her eyes had snapped open. They were cold and glowed red. An evil grin spread across her face. She began to sing to the tune of a child's song.
"Don't even speak,
Don't even breath
When the clock strikes seven, you'll never leave.
"There's one way out,
But one alone
And you'll have to make a sacrifice
Of your own.
"But past the seventh hour,
There's no turning back,
Your past was a waste,
And your future's black.
"He knows you're here,
He sees the fear in your eyes,
The time has come,
For you to die.
"He's comin' for you,
You can feel it inside,
You're running in circles
And he'll find you when you hide.
"Shout if you want,
Scream like a bird,
But you're gonna die screaming
And you won't be heard.
"The seventh hour,
Will be your last,
You're then his for the taking
You will die at last.
"At seven you're his,
Without a doubt
Look forward to find death,
Look behind to find-" Hermione blinked and her red eyes returned to normal. The horrific grin on her face disappeared as well. She rubbed her head, "Oh, I'm sorry, I must have tripped or something. Come on! It must be late! We'll miss the feast!"
"She doesn't remember," Harry told Ron, who's face still held an expression of deep fear.
"Remember what? And what's wrong with you two, you look like you've seen a ghost,"
"Um, Hermione, what time do you think it is?" Harry asked.
"Seven, seven-thirty... Why?"
"Because it's more like three-thirty... in the morning,"
"What?! What happened! Harry, did you drag me along on one of your late-night excursions without my permission? You know how I feel about you breaking the-"
"Hermione, look around! Does this look like the Hogwarts you remember?" Harry interrupted, not wanting to here one of Hermione's lectures. Hermione looked around.
"It's so... Dark. Darker than usual. And the cobwebs and dust... I remember!" She said, a look of comprehension dawning on her face, "We were looking for the Viking Religious Book! And then I heard the voice... And I must admit, after that, it's a bit blurry,"
"You started speaking a passage out of the book. Then, you fainted. But that's not the spooky part yet!" Ron said. Harry and Ron explained what they remembered of the song and slowly, what Hermione had sung came back to her.
"So, that must mean that someone opened Zaphire and brought us into it... It must be someone evil because otherwise, it would be cheerful instead of dismal... Harry, you don't think-"
"Don't say it, Hermione!" Ron pleaded, but Harry knew what she was going to say.
"Voldemorte opened the door and invited us into his little shop of horrors..."
"Ginny, what's wrong?" the girl was sobbing uncontrollably in the Gryffindor common room. People were trying to find out why.
"She's worried for her brother, that's all," said one fifth year, but Ginny shook her head.
"He's... He's... Oh, Ron!" she wailed, "there's no way, no chance, no hope..."
"Ginny, where is he?" Dean asked.
"He's not coming back!" she sobbed, "None of them are coming back! They're practically dead already!" and as people whispered and shrieked what Ginny had just said, the rumor was misheard and said incorrectly and soon, people were saying:
"They're dead! Oh no, Harry Potter's dead!" and they're frightful cries echoed through the night.
