DISCLAIMER: everything you know? Not mine. Something you don't recognize,
such as the plot? Mine!!
Soon, the castle and Quidditch field came into view. A few minutes later, the group landed near the broom shed, and stored their broomsticks in it. Draco yawned.
"Boy, am I tired!" he said, stifling yet another huge yawn.
Hermione smiled at him.
"Me too," she said.
Harry laughed inwardly. Without knowing it, Voldemort had set up two couples! At least, Harry hoped they would at least stay couples.
"I think we are all tired," said Dumbledore, breaking into Harry's thoughts, "But I think first you ought to eat some breakfast, and then you must tell your so-called friend Mr. Weasley about everything you have done tonight. I have noticed that you three aren't as close now, am I correct?"
Dumbledore spoke the last sentence to Harry and Hermione.
Harry agreed. So did Hermione. The terrible (!) trio needed some time out to recollect their friendship and to start fresh again.
Harry suspected that it wouldn't be easy once Ron found out that Harry and Ginny were now a couple.
But he never found out whether his suspicion was correct.
After a quick breakfast, with Ron staring puzzledly at Draco the whole time, the group, now minus Dumbledore but including Ron, went out to take a walk.
For the first few minutes, nobody spoke. Harry started getting uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Just when he was going to open his mouth to say something, Draco took the words right out of it.
Draco talked, explaining every single detail, not emitting a single part of the long saga that had started two weeks before. Harry saw Ron tense and relax, as different parts of the story aggravated, then calmed him.
Finally Draco finished.
Ron stopped walking.
"Do you guys have any idea where we are?" he said, noticing for the first time his new surroundings.
"Oh, my God!" Hermione whispered, "Where have we walked to? Hogwarts grounds don't look like this, and we couldn't have walked really far because the last time I looked, Hagrid's cabin as still visible. But that was-"
"10 minutes ago," an icy voice broke in.
Hermione screamed and jumped back.
Draco caught her and set her back steadily on her feet. Harry's mouth was open in fear and surprise. Ginny clung to Ron's hand, and Ron's body twitched with nervousness. Nobody seemed to want to move.
Suddenly, from behind a tall, rocky pillar, appeared a man, with slightly graying yet still white-blond hair, and snapping gray eyes.
Lucius Malfoy.
Draco strode forward.
"Dad! What are you doing here? I though you and mother were vacationing in Milan."
"We were," sneered Mr. Malfoy, "Until Lord Voldemort informed us of a recent happening."
"Yes," another voice hissed, "A recent happening."
This phrase was echoed around the moor the young people were standing in. Each time it was said, the voice's owner stepped out from behind a crumbling pillar with a dramatic swish of a cloak.
Soon, the entire moor was hidden from view by hundreds and hundreds of black cloaks. Death Eaters.
Suddenly, all was silent.
Then, for the last time, a voice hissed,
"Yes, a recent happening."
And Lord Voldemort himself stepped out from behind a pillar.
(A/N: I know, I know, cliffhanger. But I had to do it! It's fun to leave you hanging- it makes you come back for more and therefore I get more reviews. I know I'm snotty, but last chapter wasn't a cliffie, so you can't blame a girl for pining for a cliffhanger. That didn't really make sense, but OH WELL. We're trying for 35- no more chapters until I get 35 reviews!!)
Soon, the castle and Quidditch field came into view. A few minutes later, the group landed near the broom shed, and stored their broomsticks in it. Draco yawned.
"Boy, am I tired!" he said, stifling yet another huge yawn.
Hermione smiled at him.
"Me too," she said.
Harry laughed inwardly. Without knowing it, Voldemort had set up two couples! At least, Harry hoped they would at least stay couples.
"I think we are all tired," said Dumbledore, breaking into Harry's thoughts, "But I think first you ought to eat some breakfast, and then you must tell your so-called friend Mr. Weasley about everything you have done tonight. I have noticed that you three aren't as close now, am I correct?"
Dumbledore spoke the last sentence to Harry and Hermione.
Harry agreed. So did Hermione. The terrible (!) trio needed some time out to recollect their friendship and to start fresh again.
Harry suspected that it wouldn't be easy once Ron found out that Harry and Ginny were now a couple.
But he never found out whether his suspicion was correct.
After a quick breakfast, with Ron staring puzzledly at Draco the whole time, the group, now minus Dumbledore but including Ron, went out to take a walk.
For the first few minutes, nobody spoke. Harry started getting uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Just when he was going to open his mouth to say something, Draco took the words right out of it.
Draco talked, explaining every single detail, not emitting a single part of the long saga that had started two weeks before. Harry saw Ron tense and relax, as different parts of the story aggravated, then calmed him.
Finally Draco finished.
Ron stopped walking.
"Do you guys have any idea where we are?" he said, noticing for the first time his new surroundings.
"Oh, my God!" Hermione whispered, "Where have we walked to? Hogwarts grounds don't look like this, and we couldn't have walked really far because the last time I looked, Hagrid's cabin as still visible. But that was-"
"10 minutes ago," an icy voice broke in.
Hermione screamed and jumped back.
Draco caught her and set her back steadily on her feet. Harry's mouth was open in fear and surprise. Ginny clung to Ron's hand, and Ron's body twitched with nervousness. Nobody seemed to want to move.
Suddenly, from behind a tall, rocky pillar, appeared a man, with slightly graying yet still white-blond hair, and snapping gray eyes.
Lucius Malfoy.
Draco strode forward.
"Dad! What are you doing here? I though you and mother were vacationing in Milan."
"We were," sneered Mr. Malfoy, "Until Lord Voldemort informed us of a recent happening."
"Yes," another voice hissed, "A recent happening."
This phrase was echoed around the moor the young people were standing in. Each time it was said, the voice's owner stepped out from behind a crumbling pillar with a dramatic swish of a cloak.
Soon, the entire moor was hidden from view by hundreds and hundreds of black cloaks. Death Eaters.
Suddenly, all was silent.
Then, for the last time, a voice hissed,
"Yes, a recent happening."
And Lord Voldemort himself stepped out from behind a pillar.
(A/N: I know, I know, cliffhanger. But I had to do it! It's fun to leave you hanging- it makes you come back for more and therefore I get more reviews. I know I'm snotty, but last chapter wasn't a cliffie, so you can't blame a girl for pining for a cliffhanger. That didn't really make sense, but OH WELL. We're trying for 35- no more chapters until I get 35 reviews!!)