Author's Note: Could one of you nice people help me? I remember the Avada
Kedavra, the killing curse, but the other two have slipped my mind. Anyone
who can tell me what they are and what they do can have a lollipop.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. If they were, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction. I'd be using my millions of dollars to carry out my evil plan to become the next Duchess of Edinburgh.
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Ginny's feet were going numb. She readjusted her position, stretching her legs as much as she could, kicking Harry in the process.
"Ow." He muttered.
"Sorry." Ginny whispered. "Did I wake you up?"
"No, I was already awake. I'm a bit too cramped to sleep properly. It's hard to get comfortable in such a small space with four people."
"Ron and Hermione seemed to have no trouble"
"Well, they're conserving space."
Ron was asleep sitting up, his head against the wall cushioned by his rolled up jacket. His arms were around Hermione, who was curled up in his lap with her head resting on his shoulder.
Harry sighed. His boots scraped against the floor, so Ginny assumed that he was also shifting around in an attempt to find a more comfortable spot. "It was far more comfortable yesterday." He complained.
"Well, you had a bit less company yesterday." Ginny pointed out. She ran her hand across the floor, brushing Harry's leg. Her fingertips touched Hermione's keys. She picked them up, and fumbled for the switch of the little torch.
"Afraid of the dark?" Harry asked with a warm chuckle.
"No." Ginny said, momentarily glad for the darkness as her cheeks flushed slightly. "Just- "
"Its okay. It's giving me the creeps too."
Harry leaned over and took the key ring from her. She chided herself for the little thrill she got when his fingers brushed hers. It was hardly a romantic action.
The light danced around her head as he turned the torch on her. Harry gasped as it fell on her cheek.
"What?" she asked insecurely.
"You've got bruises." He reached out and gently traced a circle on her cheek. "Little purple circles."
"Yeah. Snape's wand.." She explained softly.
Ginny could just make out Harry's face as he moved closer to her. "I'm sorry Ginny."
She smiled. "It's hardly your fault."
"Yes, it is." He insisted. "If I hadn't asked you to that stupid dance, you'd be safe in your own bed right now, instead of locked in a cupboard with me."
"Harry, Snape went to a lot of trouble tonight. I doubt that he attacked me on a whim. If you hadn't asked me, he just would have tried to do it some other way."
It was strange. His scar was completely invisible. She put it down to the darkness and closed her eyes.
Ginny yawned. It took her a second to realise where she was. She blinked in confusion, staring into the darkness. Instead of her warm blankets, she was wrapped in an early morning chill. She shivered and rubbed her arms.
Harry stirred beside her. Ron's snoring had stopped, so she assumed that he was also awake.
"Morning." She mumbled.
"What time is it?" Ron asked sleepily.
"Time has no meaning in the darkness." Hermione muttered.
"That's deep." Harry said.
"Wish I could claim ownership to it." Hermione said. "It was actually first said by a muggle physicist."
"Can't you go two minutes without acting knowledgeable?" Ron asked affectionately.
"I'm still living in the hope that you'll take some interest in learning." Hermione giggled.
They started kissing. Ginny stuck her fingers in her ears. She had never noticed how disgusting kissing sounded.
"I'm starving." Harry announced.
"Will Snape bring us food?" Ginny wondered aloud.
"He hasn't fed me at any point, and I've been here for days." Harry said.
Hermione and Ron came up for air. "How could you have been here for days? You've been at all your classes recently." Ron pointed out.
"I dunno. Maybe Snape has been pretending to be me and attending classes."
"But he's been teaching Potions. How could he do both at the same time?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know." Harry said, clearly irritated.
There were footsteps outside the door. Ginny leapt to her feet, bumping into Harry who was also on his way up.
The footsteps stopped beside the door.
Ginny's heart began to beat faster. Was it someone there to save them? Or Snape, come to kill them?
The lock clicked.
The door swung open, filling the closet with light.
Framed in the doorway was Peter Pettigrew.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. If they were, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction. I'd be using my millions of dollars to carry out my evil plan to become the next Duchess of Edinburgh.
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Ginny's feet were going numb. She readjusted her position, stretching her legs as much as she could, kicking Harry in the process.
"Ow." He muttered.
"Sorry." Ginny whispered. "Did I wake you up?"
"No, I was already awake. I'm a bit too cramped to sleep properly. It's hard to get comfortable in such a small space with four people."
"Ron and Hermione seemed to have no trouble"
"Well, they're conserving space."
Ron was asleep sitting up, his head against the wall cushioned by his rolled up jacket. His arms were around Hermione, who was curled up in his lap with her head resting on his shoulder.
Harry sighed. His boots scraped against the floor, so Ginny assumed that he was also shifting around in an attempt to find a more comfortable spot. "It was far more comfortable yesterday." He complained.
"Well, you had a bit less company yesterday." Ginny pointed out. She ran her hand across the floor, brushing Harry's leg. Her fingertips touched Hermione's keys. She picked them up, and fumbled for the switch of the little torch.
"Afraid of the dark?" Harry asked with a warm chuckle.
"No." Ginny said, momentarily glad for the darkness as her cheeks flushed slightly. "Just- "
"Its okay. It's giving me the creeps too."
Harry leaned over and took the key ring from her. She chided herself for the little thrill she got when his fingers brushed hers. It was hardly a romantic action.
The light danced around her head as he turned the torch on her. Harry gasped as it fell on her cheek.
"What?" she asked insecurely.
"You've got bruises." He reached out and gently traced a circle on her cheek. "Little purple circles."
"Yeah. Snape's wand.." She explained softly.
Ginny could just make out Harry's face as he moved closer to her. "I'm sorry Ginny."
She smiled. "It's hardly your fault."
"Yes, it is." He insisted. "If I hadn't asked you to that stupid dance, you'd be safe in your own bed right now, instead of locked in a cupboard with me."
"Harry, Snape went to a lot of trouble tonight. I doubt that he attacked me on a whim. If you hadn't asked me, he just would have tried to do it some other way."
It was strange. His scar was completely invisible. She put it down to the darkness and closed her eyes.
Ginny yawned. It took her a second to realise where she was. She blinked in confusion, staring into the darkness. Instead of her warm blankets, she was wrapped in an early morning chill. She shivered and rubbed her arms.
Harry stirred beside her. Ron's snoring had stopped, so she assumed that he was also awake.
"Morning." She mumbled.
"What time is it?" Ron asked sleepily.
"Time has no meaning in the darkness." Hermione muttered.
"That's deep." Harry said.
"Wish I could claim ownership to it." Hermione said. "It was actually first said by a muggle physicist."
"Can't you go two minutes without acting knowledgeable?" Ron asked affectionately.
"I'm still living in the hope that you'll take some interest in learning." Hermione giggled.
They started kissing. Ginny stuck her fingers in her ears. She had never noticed how disgusting kissing sounded.
"I'm starving." Harry announced.
"Will Snape bring us food?" Ginny wondered aloud.
"He hasn't fed me at any point, and I've been here for days." Harry said.
Hermione and Ron came up for air. "How could you have been here for days? You've been at all your classes recently." Ron pointed out.
"I dunno. Maybe Snape has been pretending to be me and attending classes."
"But he's been teaching Potions. How could he do both at the same time?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know." Harry said, clearly irritated.
There were footsteps outside the door. Ginny leapt to her feet, bumping into Harry who was also on his way up.
The footsteps stopped beside the door.
Ginny's heart began to beat faster. Was it someone there to save them? Or Snape, come to kill them?
The lock clicked.
The door swung open, filling the closet with light.
Framed in the doorway was Peter Pettigrew.