Slowly Ron stood up, and shook his head. His Hermoine was standing beside
him, trying to help him. The Other Hermoine was gone. Shaking his head,
he looked to Hermoine for support. She shook her head sadly. "The Other
Hermoine is gone." She said stiffly.
"Then where are we?" Ron asked, glancing around at the unfamiliar
scenery. It wasn't a dorm room, and it certainly wasn't the whole in the
wall. It was all black. No floors, no walls, no ceilings. Like under a
blanket, or on a sheet of paper. Hermoine looked around as well, and
turned back to Ron.
"I'm. er. actually, I'm not sure!" she adjusted the reading glasses
she'd had on and looked around again. Then she gasped.
"What? What's wrong? Hermoine, what the hell is going on here?" Ron
demanded, fully standing up and wincing as he put his weight on his left
foot.
"The Wish Room. it's countered. oh shit." Now it was Ron's turn to
gasp. Hermoine did NOT swear! Ever! This was bad.
"Hermoine, what's up? Hunny, calm down. Hermoine. What's so bad?" He
favored his left foot and leaned on her for support.
She grimaced. "We're stuck. the wish room has reversed and the other
Hermoine is in control. this is what she wants. and all because of that
stupid likeness!" she burst out, sighing deeply when she was done. Ron
looked at her.
"What likeness? And what's the other Hermoine. who is the other
Hermoine?" Ron asked, now sitting due to the pain in his foot.
"What was more accurate. She's a temporary double of me, created for
the sole purpose of using this room. and now she has control. And her life
span is only another 47 hours and 23 minutes and 2 seconds. Unless someone
stops her and gets us out we're dead meat."
"And.?" Ron asked, slowly losing feeling in the leg.
"And even I don't know where she is. and she will take my place in
life for the next two days so no one will notcie I'm missing.. And I'm sure
she has some ingenius plan for you. in short, we're dead."
Ron had not listened to this last passage of explanation, he was too
busy watching around him. The black was dissapearing. "Um, Hermoine?
Look."
