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IX: Slightly Cruel Results
Harry, Caspian and Hermione were tucked in the safest place they could ever imagine. Dumbledore's closet.
It was small, wooden wardrobe, lined with steel, with two sturdy locks on the outside and one inside. Everyone wondered why Dumbledore possessed such a safe armoire, but he simply muttered something about his "good" robes and everyone getting inside and being quiet. He told the three teenagers he was putting a spell on the armoire and not to try to leave it. He told them they were safe, he would never let any harm come to a student, and he was there to protect them as long as they shut up.
Being adolescents, the last part was not entirely respected, but Dumbledore accepted it. He could barely hear them, and he knew Lucius would be bumbling a screaming the minute he came in, so the kids would know when to quiet themselves.
For extra protection, Harry crawled into what he expected was an invisibility cloak. It was, and he felt infinitely secure. The other two, Caspian and Hermione, wrapped around eachother and sat, shivering, in the nervous closet. Harry did illuminate his wand for a dose of light, but it was not extremely helpful. He shut it off, and despite his fears, was able to fall asleep from exhaustion.
Alone, Caspian and Hermione murmured softly to each other.
"Beautiful, beautiful, what has become of me? I have defied my father. He will never let me have you as…"
"Your wife?" Hermione was terrified the minute she let the words slip. What on earth would she do? She had probably scared the boy she loved away!
"Well, yes." He kissed her cheek checked to make sure Harry was asleep, and kissed her lips.
"I love you Caspian. Matthias and Lucius cannot change that."
"You don't understand them. They are powerful. Lucius can do almost anything – and Matthias is like a slave to him. Malfoys and Moroses – it is blood. They will make me one of them as that silly boy in your class is."
"You will never be like Draco. You are like…like a river of words in a book. Wonderful."
He chuckled inwardly. His intelligent goddess. Like Athena mixed up in Aphrodite. "I will do anything to escape that fate, for you."
"This is love."
"It is."
The night seemed to beckon them, tell them they could now sleep and be secure, because if they loved each other, a Malfoy would never be able to hurt them. Soon all three young people were asleep, spread out over the bottom of the closet, each wrapped in a separate of Dumbledore's cloaks.
In the mean time, Ron and Mimi were trapped behind the painting of a large daffodil in the front hall. They had dressed themselves in black, and created a small alcove in the wall to fit themselves. Ron's wand had been illuminated, but when they attracted the attention of Peeves, they quickly turned it out. All they needed was to ruin their chances of survival by attracting a ghost. Luckily, Peeves didn't like Lucius very much.
Their conversation had quickly turned to the future.
"Mimi, what are you doing after Hogwarts?"
"My wizarding degree at Drazin."
"Drazin?"
"It's an elite wizarding college in Scotland. I cannot wait. They've accepted me already, for a major in magical forensics and detective work."
"Brilliant."
"What about you Ron?"
"I was planning to go to Badrian with Harry. Loonger accepted me though, and none of my brothers got in there. Maybe I'll go."
"Isn't Badrian the better school?"
"Maybe, but everyone in my family tried for Loonger, and they're brilliant, but they all got wait-listed. I don't know how I go in."
"Bet you're an excellent standardized spell taker."
"Maybe."
"Ron, you self-esteem-lacking fool, you are absolutely amazing."
Ron was a little dumbfounded. "Really?"
"Yea."
As far as Lucius and Matthias, it seemed few people in the castle were focusing.
IX: Slightly Cruel Results
Harry, Caspian and Hermione were tucked in the safest place they could ever imagine. Dumbledore's closet.
It was small, wooden wardrobe, lined with steel, with two sturdy locks on the outside and one inside. Everyone wondered why Dumbledore possessed such a safe armoire, but he simply muttered something about his "good" robes and everyone getting inside and being quiet. He told the three teenagers he was putting a spell on the armoire and not to try to leave it. He told them they were safe, he would never let any harm come to a student, and he was there to protect them as long as they shut up.
Being adolescents, the last part was not entirely respected, but Dumbledore accepted it. He could barely hear them, and he knew Lucius would be bumbling a screaming the minute he came in, so the kids would know when to quiet themselves.
For extra protection, Harry crawled into what he expected was an invisibility cloak. It was, and he felt infinitely secure. The other two, Caspian and Hermione, wrapped around eachother and sat, shivering, in the nervous closet. Harry did illuminate his wand for a dose of light, but it was not extremely helpful. He shut it off, and despite his fears, was able to fall asleep from exhaustion.
Alone, Caspian and Hermione murmured softly to each other.
"Beautiful, beautiful, what has become of me? I have defied my father. He will never let me have you as…"
"Your wife?" Hermione was terrified the minute she let the words slip. What on earth would she do? She had probably scared the boy she loved away!
"Well, yes." He kissed her cheek checked to make sure Harry was asleep, and kissed her lips.
"I love you Caspian. Matthias and Lucius cannot change that."
"You don't understand them. They are powerful. Lucius can do almost anything – and Matthias is like a slave to him. Malfoys and Moroses – it is blood. They will make me one of them as that silly boy in your class is."
"You will never be like Draco. You are like…like a river of words in a book. Wonderful."
He chuckled inwardly. His intelligent goddess. Like Athena mixed up in Aphrodite. "I will do anything to escape that fate, for you."
"This is love."
"It is."
The night seemed to beckon them, tell them they could now sleep and be secure, because if they loved each other, a Malfoy would never be able to hurt them. Soon all three young people were asleep, spread out over the bottom of the closet, each wrapped in a separate of Dumbledore's cloaks.
In the mean time, Ron and Mimi were trapped behind the painting of a large daffodil in the front hall. They had dressed themselves in black, and created a small alcove in the wall to fit themselves. Ron's wand had been illuminated, but when they attracted the attention of Peeves, they quickly turned it out. All they needed was to ruin their chances of survival by attracting a ghost. Luckily, Peeves didn't like Lucius very much.
Their conversation had quickly turned to the future.
"Mimi, what are you doing after Hogwarts?"
"My wizarding degree at Drazin."
"Drazin?"
"It's an elite wizarding college in Scotland. I cannot wait. They've accepted me already, for a major in magical forensics and detective work."
"Brilliant."
"What about you Ron?"
"I was planning to go to Badrian with Harry. Loonger accepted me though, and none of my brothers got in there. Maybe I'll go."
"Isn't Badrian the better school?"
"Maybe, but everyone in my family tried for Loonger, and they're brilliant, but they all got wait-listed. I don't know how I go in."
"Bet you're an excellent standardized spell taker."
"Maybe."
"Ron, you self-esteem-lacking fool, you are absolutely amazing."
Ron was a little dumbfounded. "Really?"
"Yea."
As far as Lucius and Matthias, it seemed few people in the castle were focusing.