A/N: This is the shortest chapter yet but it's something. Maybe I will add to it later. I jsut haven't updated in a week and thought I'd put up what I have so far. Thanks, please review!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mina; however Cas the comedian and Tyson the hottie are! Who has the better deal? Me or JK? Tough, tough...
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"I have no idea, but let's check it out!" Harry exclaimed and we were off once more. Even in that bleak moment, I realized he'd make a great excorcising partner and cursed at myself. I was losing breath but I tried not to notice as we burst into the Astronomy Tower.
It was empty. "Harry," I shrieked, my nerves interefering with my vocal chords, "your psychic piece of toilet paper was wrong! The room is empty..."
Harry's mouth was hung open. "But the map... it never lies..."
"No, it doesn't."
Harry and I spun around as the door slammed and locked behind us. "Um, who said that?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
"Crimity!" Harry yelled. He had taken the piece of crinkly paper out of his pocket and was eying it hopelessly.
"What is it?" I again didn't want the answer. "Is Tyson okay?"
Harry gulped and shifted awkwardly from side to side. "Good question, Cas."
"What do you mean, O Cryptic One?" I grabbed his shoulders and started shaking them tenaciously.
"Hey hey!" he yelped, freeing himself of my grasp. "All I'm saying is he isn't here anymore. After the door locked, his orange dot disappeared down the staircase. Look, now he's at the foot of it!"
"Great, the life of my friend is in the hands of toilet paper! And we're watching it like a movie!" Still, I didn't dare tear my eyes away from the parchment.
"Easy," Harry soothed, but he did not look at me. A cricket chirped outside; it was still the morning and the sun was glowing brightly from the cracks of the tower. "It's a hunch, but I think I heard from Remus that if the person you were following died, they'd turn black, and siappear in ten minutes."
"Remus...?" I sighed, plopping down onto the cold stone floor. "Never mind, I don't want to know."
"Kay," Harry joined me on the floor. "I can't believe we're locked in here," he groaned, and turned to me.
"I know..." I tried to picture Tyson in my head but his image was getting blurry; I took that as a bad sign. I noticed that Harry was too-close-for-comfort and I scooted away. He turned pink. "Um, Harry, you don't think...?"
"Oh, I know you don't like me like that," Harry replied sharply, not letting me finish.
Now it was my turn to blush. "Uh, actually, I was going to ask you if you though Tyson was in danger... like death..."
"Oh," he said, staring at the ground. "Well, I don't think so. Tyson's a nice guy; he's lucky to have you."
The blushing was going back-and-forth, so I stood up and began pacing. "Harry, we have to get out of here. Opendium smithtonium!" I pointed my wand at the lcoked door but it didn't budge. "Damn!" I cried. "It's wand-proof."
"Duh," Harry scowled, standing up. "It's the Dark Lord we're dealing with, not Fisher Price."
I almost laughed. My sardonic influence was rubbing off on Harry. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. "This doesn't make sense," I said suddenly, realization hitting me. "Voldemort has Tyson as a lure, but he won't let us get to him."
"Oh my god!" Harry and I screamed at the same time.
"He doesn't want us..." I said quietly, going numb all over. "He wants Tyson."
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David--here ya go! sry so short
SamWitch--lol... let's find out, shall we... plot thickens, as david said
EvilFairy--thanks, lol, u must have written that at 2 am in morning or something lol
Matt--ty... sooner than u think... muchacha...
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mina; however Cas the comedian and Tyson the hottie are! Who has the better deal? Me or JK? Tough, tough...
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"I have no idea, but let's check it out!" Harry exclaimed and we were off once more. Even in that bleak moment, I realized he'd make a great excorcising partner and cursed at myself. I was losing breath but I tried not to notice as we burst into the Astronomy Tower.
It was empty. "Harry," I shrieked, my nerves interefering with my vocal chords, "your psychic piece of toilet paper was wrong! The room is empty..."
Harry's mouth was hung open. "But the map... it never lies..."
"No, it doesn't."
Harry and I spun around as the door slammed and locked behind us. "Um, who said that?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
"Crimity!" Harry yelled. He had taken the piece of crinkly paper out of his pocket and was eying it hopelessly.
"What is it?" I again didn't want the answer. "Is Tyson okay?"
Harry gulped and shifted awkwardly from side to side. "Good question, Cas."
"What do you mean, O Cryptic One?" I grabbed his shoulders and started shaking them tenaciously.
"Hey hey!" he yelped, freeing himself of my grasp. "All I'm saying is he isn't here anymore. After the door locked, his orange dot disappeared down the staircase. Look, now he's at the foot of it!"
"Great, the life of my friend is in the hands of toilet paper! And we're watching it like a movie!" Still, I didn't dare tear my eyes away from the parchment.
"Easy," Harry soothed, but he did not look at me. A cricket chirped outside; it was still the morning and the sun was glowing brightly from the cracks of the tower. "It's a hunch, but I think I heard from Remus that if the person you were following died, they'd turn black, and siappear in ten minutes."
"Remus...?" I sighed, plopping down onto the cold stone floor. "Never mind, I don't want to know."
"Kay," Harry joined me on the floor. "I can't believe we're locked in here," he groaned, and turned to me.
"I know..." I tried to picture Tyson in my head but his image was getting blurry; I took that as a bad sign. I noticed that Harry was too-close-for-comfort and I scooted away. He turned pink. "Um, Harry, you don't think...?"
"Oh, I know you don't like me like that," Harry replied sharply, not letting me finish.
Now it was my turn to blush. "Uh, actually, I was going to ask you if you though Tyson was in danger... like death..."
"Oh," he said, staring at the ground. "Well, I don't think so. Tyson's a nice guy; he's lucky to have you."
The blushing was going back-and-forth, so I stood up and began pacing. "Harry, we have to get out of here. Opendium smithtonium!" I pointed my wand at the lcoked door but it didn't budge. "Damn!" I cried. "It's wand-proof."
"Duh," Harry scowled, standing up. "It's the Dark Lord we're dealing with, not Fisher Price."
I almost laughed. My sardonic influence was rubbing off on Harry. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. "This doesn't make sense," I said suddenly, realization hitting me. "Voldemort has Tyson as a lure, but he won't let us get to him."
"Oh my god!" Harry and I screamed at the same time.
"He doesn't want us..." I said quietly, going numb all over. "He wants Tyson."
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David--here ya go! sry so short
SamWitch--lol... let's find out, shall we... plot thickens, as david said
EvilFairy--thanks, lol, u must have written that at 2 am in morning or something lol
Matt--ty... sooner than u think... muchacha...