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The group was trapped again.
It occurred to Harry, as his mouth hung open, that Lord Voldemort was able to lure them into his traps fairly easily. He promised himself that he'd be more alert to his surroundings in the future.
It also occurred to him that his mouth hung open half his life, nowadays. So he quickly shut it, and prepared himself for what Voldemort would do next.
Lord Voldemort was pacing around the young group, red eyes glinting madly. He seemed to be deep in though as to what to do with his prisoners.
"It's fairly simple, you know," yelled Draco, "All you have to do is kill us."
Voldemort smiled.
"Do you really think I want the easy way out?" he proceeded to hiss, "No, Mr. Malfoy, you are mistaken. Your precious little friends here will be put in the dungeons that lie beneath this moor. And you will be put through the grueling training that each Death Eater goes through. If you fail to succeed, all of you will be killed."
Draco set his jaw, but looked no more afraid then he had when the Death Eaters had first appeared.
Perhaps Voldemort had noticed this, because he took a quick, hesitating breath, then said,
"Right then. To the dungeons."
"I swear I could see wheels turning in his head," Hermione was able to whisper before her captors seized her.
And to the eerie beat of some Dark instrument, the prisoners were marched down cold and slimy steps to the dungeons.
As Harry walked, out of the corner of his eye he saw a bit of wall fizzle and flicker, then sputter back. He quickly turned his head in that direction, but bumped into solid wall.
Yet Harry couldn't help wondering if the group was in some sort of a solid illusion.
The sixth years, Harry included, had studied solid illusions in DADA last week. They were used when a person wanted to trick another into doing something for him, usually. And the dissolving spell was-oh no!- Harry couldn't remember. He had studied this endlessly to prepare for Snape's- yes, Snape's- famed pop quizzes, and now, dammit, he couldn't remember!!
By now, the prisoners had reached the bottom floor of the moor.
They meandered through some hallways until they reached that blocked them from moving forward.
Cackling madly, a Death Eater unlocked the heavy iron door, threw it back with a clang and a pant, and the captors threw the prisoners inside the cell.
Harry looked around, surprised.
The cell wasn't really a cell- it was almost like a living room, or a motel room.
Two couches stood in the middle of the room, on top of a dark blue rug. There was adequate lighting, plus a little privy towards the back of the room.
Behind the prisoners, the lock clicked.
"Hold on, don't sit down," Harry said quickly.
Ginny, who's butt was sticking out so she could sit down, straightened up.
"Why?" she said, annoyed.
"I need to check if it's solid," Harry replied, walking forward.
Ginny grumbled and plopped down on the very much solid couch, muttering under her breath about always dating lunatics.
"Why wouldn't it be solid, Harry?" Hermione asked gently.
"I think we may be in a solid illusion, you guys. I saw a bit of wall flicker for a moment," was the sullen reply, "Problem is, I can't remember the dissolving spell to see if my suspicion is correct," Harry continued shamefully.
Hermione knit her brows together.
"That's odd. I can't recall it either," she said, puzzled.
Ginny looked from Harry to Hermione and back again.
"I know what's wrong with you guys," she said, "You have been brainwashed by Voldemort so that you wouldn't know the spell to basically get out of this hell. Only thing is, he brainwashed me too, and I can't remember how to block it, dammit!"
All this time Ron had been sitting silently on the couch listening to his friends argue.
"You gotta admit it- he's brilliant," he said regretfully.
"He's also a shithead," Hermione said angrily.
Suddenly, Ron said,
"I've got it! I know what we can do to get out of here!"
Then her lowered his voice to a whisper,
"I don't think You-Know-Who was expecting me, so he didn't brainwash me."
And he began to describe his plan to his fellow prisoners.
Meanwhile, however, Voldemort sat in his black velvet and raw silver throne, watching through his Pensieve what was happening. Lord Voldemort's Pensieve was special- he had bewitched it to show events that were happening in the present or would happen in the near future, not of the past.
So he heard every word Ron was speaking, and saw everything the prisoners were doing.
"That Weasley, he's smart," he mumbled under his breath.
After Ron was finished describing his plan, Voldemort called his special servants to him, Markus Crabbe and Riselv Goyle. He had no need to see the prisoners' transfigurations.
"When you clean the cell tomorrow, do not, I repeat, DO NOT dispose of four lumps of dog manure, or you shall be punished severely."
But, as we all very well know, Crabbe and Goyle are somewhat dimwitted.
And they did dispose of the manure lumps- by throwing them out of the tiny, barred window that barely reached over the top of the grass.
As soon as the manure lumps were safely out of the cell, they began to hop toward what they knew was Hogwarts.
At one point, all of the felt a slight shiver and spark go through them, and they knew they were out of the illusion.
Quickly, the lumps transfigured back into Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny, who shuddered and said,
"Remind me never to go and transfigure myself into poop again, will ya?"
The group laughed, and summoned their carbon copies back to themselves.
What they had done was a useful little spell of Hermione's that apparently, Voldemort had not though of. The spell made a carbon copy of the person casting the spell, that walked, talked, and acted like the "owner".
After doing this, they transfigured themselves into lumps of dog poop, and hoped that the room cleaners would be stupid, or rather smart enough, to throw them out of the window.
And here they were.
"Everybody remember the dissolving spell?" asked Harry.
They all nodded in agreement.
"OK, then," Ron said," What I've done is altered the spell a bit. It still dissolves the illusion, but also destroys anything dark in it. But it doesn't annihilate those that want to be good. Therefore, Draco won't be killed, and precious few of the Death Eaters may survive."
Harry boggled at Ron, and Hermione voiced what Harry was thinking,
"Are you sure this is going to work, Ron?"
While Ginny whispered,
"Have you ever heard of a plan where so may things could go wrong?"
Ron shook his red head impatiently.
"You've got to believe me, guys, or else it won't work."
"OK. We can do it," Hermione said defiantly.
The four pointed their wands at the glittering illusion and yelled what Ron had told them to-
"Fire of the sun
Coolness of the water
Take this great illusion
And make it even hotter
Take away its magic
Take away its guilt
Let it burn until it's gone
And on it ashes built."
Almost immediately, the illusion could be seen bursting into flame. Screams of pain and rage were heard coming from the fiery depths of the moor. Suddenly, Draco came running out of the licking flames, unburned, unscorched, unhurt.
After reuniting with his friends, he asked them to describe exactly what had happened.
So they told their story.
Bit by bit, until they reached the end. By then they had reached the castle.
They walked in, and went on with their lives.
The End
(A/N: I know- its really stupid, but that's exactly why I'm ending this story. I have major major writer's block, and would appreciate some suggestions for my L/J story, titled Clover- which isn't doing too well with the reviewers, anyway. So this is the end of Purple Rose. I might do a sequel, but only if I get more than 75 reviews on this one. Which won't happen. So ta ta for now, and pleaaaaaase read my other story!!)
The group was trapped again.
It occurred to Harry, as his mouth hung open, that Lord Voldemort was able to lure them into his traps fairly easily. He promised himself that he'd be more alert to his surroundings in the future.
It also occurred to him that his mouth hung open half his life, nowadays. So he quickly shut it, and prepared himself for what Voldemort would do next.
Lord Voldemort was pacing around the young group, red eyes glinting madly. He seemed to be deep in though as to what to do with his prisoners.
"It's fairly simple, you know," yelled Draco, "All you have to do is kill us."
Voldemort smiled.
"Do you really think I want the easy way out?" he proceeded to hiss, "No, Mr. Malfoy, you are mistaken. Your precious little friends here will be put in the dungeons that lie beneath this moor. And you will be put through the grueling training that each Death Eater goes through. If you fail to succeed, all of you will be killed."
Draco set his jaw, but looked no more afraid then he had when the Death Eaters had first appeared.
Perhaps Voldemort had noticed this, because he took a quick, hesitating breath, then said,
"Right then. To the dungeons."
"I swear I could see wheels turning in his head," Hermione was able to whisper before her captors seized her.
And to the eerie beat of some Dark instrument, the prisoners were marched down cold and slimy steps to the dungeons.
As Harry walked, out of the corner of his eye he saw a bit of wall fizzle and flicker, then sputter back. He quickly turned his head in that direction, but bumped into solid wall.
Yet Harry couldn't help wondering if the group was in some sort of a solid illusion.
The sixth years, Harry included, had studied solid illusions in DADA last week. They were used when a person wanted to trick another into doing something for him, usually. And the dissolving spell was-oh no!- Harry couldn't remember. He had studied this endlessly to prepare for Snape's- yes, Snape's- famed pop quizzes, and now, dammit, he couldn't remember!!
By now, the prisoners had reached the bottom floor of the moor.
They meandered through some hallways until they reached that blocked them from moving forward.
Cackling madly, a Death Eater unlocked the heavy iron door, threw it back with a clang and a pant, and the captors threw the prisoners inside the cell.
Harry looked around, surprised.
The cell wasn't really a cell- it was almost like a living room, or a motel room.
Two couches stood in the middle of the room, on top of a dark blue rug. There was adequate lighting, plus a little privy towards the back of the room.
Behind the prisoners, the lock clicked.
"Hold on, don't sit down," Harry said quickly.
Ginny, who's butt was sticking out so she could sit down, straightened up.
"Why?" she said, annoyed.
"I need to check if it's solid," Harry replied, walking forward.
Ginny grumbled and plopped down on the very much solid couch, muttering under her breath about always dating lunatics.
"Why wouldn't it be solid, Harry?" Hermione asked gently.
"I think we may be in a solid illusion, you guys. I saw a bit of wall flicker for a moment," was the sullen reply, "Problem is, I can't remember the dissolving spell to see if my suspicion is correct," Harry continued shamefully.
Hermione knit her brows together.
"That's odd. I can't recall it either," she said, puzzled.
Ginny looked from Harry to Hermione and back again.
"I know what's wrong with you guys," she said, "You have been brainwashed by Voldemort so that you wouldn't know the spell to basically get out of this hell. Only thing is, he brainwashed me too, and I can't remember how to block it, dammit!"
All this time Ron had been sitting silently on the couch listening to his friends argue.
"You gotta admit it- he's brilliant," he said regretfully.
"He's also a shithead," Hermione said angrily.
Suddenly, Ron said,
"I've got it! I know what we can do to get out of here!"
Then her lowered his voice to a whisper,
"I don't think You-Know-Who was expecting me, so he didn't brainwash me."
And he began to describe his plan to his fellow prisoners.
Meanwhile, however, Voldemort sat in his black velvet and raw silver throne, watching through his Pensieve what was happening. Lord Voldemort's Pensieve was special- he had bewitched it to show events that were happening in the present or would happen in the near future, not of the past.
So he heard every word Ron was speaking, and saw everything the prisoners were doing.
"That Weasley, he's smart," he mumbled under his breath.
After Ron was finished describing his plan, Voldemort called his special servants to him, Markus Crabbe and Riselv Goyle. He had no need to see the prisoners' transfigurations.
"When you clean the cell tomorrow, do not, I repeat, DO NOT dispose of four lumps of dog manure, or you shall be punished severely."
But, as we all very well know, Crabbe and Goyle are somewhat dimwitted.
And they did dispose of the manure lumps- by throwing them out of the tiny, barred window that barely reached over the top of the grass.
As soon as the manure lumps were safely out of the cell, they began to hop toward what they knew was Hogwarts.
At one point, all of the felt a slight shiver and spark go through them, and they knew they were out of the illusion.
Quickly, the lumps transfigured back into Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny, who shuddered and said,
"Remind me never to go and transfigure myself into poop again, will ya?"
The group laughed, and summoned their carbon copies back to themselves.
What they had done was a useful little spell of Hermione's that apparently, Voldemort had not though of. The spell made a carbon copy of the person casting the spell, that walked, talked, and acted like the "owner".
After doing this, they transfigured themselves into lumps of dog poop, and hoped that the room cleaners would be stupid, or rather smart enough, to throw them out of the window.
And here they were.
"Everybody remember the dissolving spell?" asked Harry.
They all nodded in agreement.
"OK, then," Ron said," What I've done is altered the spell a bit. It still dissolves the illusion, but also destroys anything dark in it. But it doesn't annihilate those that want to be good. Therefore, Draco won't be killed, and precious few of the Death Eaters may survive."
Harry boggled at Ron, and Hermione voiced what Harry was thinking,
"Are you sure this is going to work, Ron?"
While Ginny whispered,
"Have you ever heard of a plan where so may things could go wrong?"
Ron shook his red head impatiently.
"You've got to believe me, guys, or else it won't work."
"OK. We can do it," Hermione said defiantly.
The four pointed their wands at the glittering illusion and yelled what Ron had told them to-
"Fire of the sun
Coolness of the water
Take this great illusion
And make it even hotter
Take away its magic
Take away its guilt
Let it burn until it's gone
And on it ashes built."
Almost immediately, the illusion could be seen bursting into flame. Screams of pain and rage were heard coming from the fiery depths of the moor. Suddenly, Draco came running out of the licking flames, unburned, unscorched, unhurt.
After reuniting with his friends, he asked them to describe exactly what had happened.
So they told their story.
Bit by bit, until they reached the end. By then they had reached the castle.
They walked in, and went on with their lives.
The End
(A/N: I know- its really stupid, but that's exactly why I'm ending this story. I have major major writer's block, and would appreciate some suggestions for my L/J story, titled Clover- which isn't doing too well with the reviewers, anyway. So this is the end of Purple Rose. I might do a sequel, but only if I get more than 75 reviews on this one. Which won't happen. So ta ta for now, and pleaaaaaase read my other story!!)