Author's Note(s): Howdy. All that writing like Dobby was getting on my
nerves as well as yours no doubt. So, I'm gonna be an (almost) normal
person now. Aren't you glad? Yeah. Well, seeing as I only got one review,
and it was my best friend, im kinda worried that this story isn't too
appealing. Hmmm, must change that. (I should also start my back-to-school-
essays but they can wait too.) Anyhoo, the usual disclaimer applies. Hope
this chapter is back up to the standards of, well, me. Lol. Enjoy!
Chapter Three:
Place: American Academy of Magic Time: 8:31
Two of the boys doused the fire, and the rest of the group hurried as fast as their injuries would allow them too under the trees. Lathina ran and hid in a bush next to the clearing so she could see what was going on. The green lights moved together in the sky and then converged on the clearing, hovering inches above the ground. "There are some left I'm sure," said one of the voices. "I say we leave it for tonight. We've done our bit," said another. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired. I say we knock off too," said the last green light. Sensing that they were about to leave, Lathina cautiously peered around the bush to see the shapes of goblins. But these voices belonged to no ordinary goblins. These were goblins of Voldemort's to be sure. They each sported a Dark Mark tattoo on their forearms, and had evil red eyes. They each carried a sword-like thing that glowed silver and black. So it was true. He had returned. The goblins took off and disappeared. Lathina crept out of the bushes and said, "We have to leave. Get out of here." "What about our families?" cried a girl with red hair. "Can't we just go home?" "We can't go home. You-Know-Who has spies posted as owls on every one of the trees around or houses. If we go back, he knows. Without knowing why he attacked the school, we cannot endanger our families," said Nina. "That's what I saw in my crystal." "She's right. We can't go back." Lathina stopped at the outcries. "But, I have an idea. You're not going to like it, but it's our only hope." Faces leaned forward. "I think we should go to Hogwarts."
Place: Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry Time: 8:35
Harry trudged up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room pondering. Maybe I shouldn't tell Ron or Hermione. Neither of them would know what to do. Maybe its nothing. I mean, the Ministry would know if Voldemort did something right? As soon as he walked through the door however, Ron and Hermione cornered him. "Tell us what happened!" said Ron in a strangled whisper. "We know your scar hurt at supper, but you didn't tell us why!" accused Hermione. "I don't know why. I think maybe it was nothing," said Harry, trying to look confident. He failed miserably. Ron and Hermione looked doubtful. "Well, if you feel like finding out or telling us, you know we'll listen or help you solve it. As for right now, I believe we all have that Potions essay on a Recovering Memory Concoction." Hermione gave Ron and Harry a look and wheeled around to find a table. "Remind me again why I promised not to call Hermione 'Mum' all the time anymore?" asked Ron. Harry laughed and thought no more of his scar hurting, besised the fact that he would wite Lupin or Sirus later that evening.
Place: American Academy of Magic Time: 8:45
"Alright. Anyone who is able, come with me and Ed. We have to get a few things together if we're going to fly halfway around the world. Anyone who I s hurt or too tired, please stay her in the bushes with Rachelle. Hide if you see anything suspicious," Lathina said. Turning, she walked to the edge of the clearing looking toward the Quidditch fields with about eight people in tow. "Alright, firstly we obviously need broomsticks. I don't know anything about Portkeys, and none of us can Apparate. Second, some people are not able to fly or sit on broomsticks. It looks to me we have quite a few First Years. So, we have two choices: teach the first years to fly, or find a way for them to be carried. The injured ones will need that too. Thirdly, we need weapons." Lathina paused for breath just long enough to have some mutterings in her tiny group. "No, seriously! We're only students, and we don't have any Six or Seventh Years with us! But, if we can salvage a few spellbooks from the library, we might be able to think of a way to protect ourselves from whatever might find us. like those goblins. So, any questions?" A cricket was heard in the backround. Nobody made a sound. "Did you just think of all that by yourself just now Lathina? Or have you been planning this out while you were hiding?" asked Ed. "Cuz I'm really impressed dude." 'Hey, I'm just as scared as everyone! I cant come up with stuff that quickly!" said Lathina, but she was pleased someone thought she was doing well. "Okay, we have nine people including me. We'll have to split up to get what we need. How many first years are here?" three kids raised their hands. "What about second?" Two. "Third?" One. "Fourth?" One. "The I guess the Fifth Years are just you and me Ed. Okay, First Years go with Ed to the library. Third and Fourth Years I want you to go find some wood that looks useable. I'm talking long, short, skinny, whatever.. and as much rope as you can find. Go look in the gardeners shed if you can. Second years come with me. We're going to find some broomsticks. Be quiet and be careful. Hope nobody needs much sleep cuz you wont be getting any! Good luck! Move out!" As the groups slowly went into the darkness, none of them noticed the three small green shapes coming back from the forest, high in the clouds.
HEHEHEHE! Cliffhangers are my favorite! Wheeeeeeee! Please review, but no flames! My fragile self esteem cant take it. Maybe if I get enough good reviews, I'll allow it cuz by that time my ego will be so swollen I'll need to deflate it! R&R!!! Firegold
Chapter Three:
Place: American Academy of Magic Time: 8:31
Two of the boys doused the fire, and the rest of the group hurried as fast as their injuries would allow them too under the trees. Lathina ran and hid in a bush next to the clearing so she could see what was going on. The green lights moved together in the sky and then converged on the clearing, hovering inches above the ground. "There are some left I'm sure," said one of the voices. "I say we leave it for tonight. We've done our bit," said another. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired. I say we knock off too," said the last green light. Sensing that they were about to leave, Lathina cautiously peered around the bush to see the shapes of goblins. But these voices belonged to no ordinary goblins. These were goblins of Voldemort's to be sure. They each sported a Dark Mark tattoo on their forearms, and had evil red eyes. They each carried a sword-like thing that glowed silver and black. So it was true. He had returned. The goblins took off and disappeared. Lathina crept out of the bushes and said, "We have to leave. Get out of here." "What about our families?" cried a girl with red hair. "Can't we just go home?" "We can't go home. You-Know-Who has spies posted as owls on every one of the trees around or houses. If we go back, he knows. Without knowing why he attacked the school, we cannot endanger our families," said Nina. "That's what I saw in my crystal." "She's right. We can't go back." Lathina stopped at the outcries. "But, I have an idea. You're not going to like it, but it's our only hope." Faces leaned forward. "I think we should go to Hogwarts."
Place: Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry Time: 8:35
Harry trudged up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room pondering. Maybe I shouldn't tell Ron or Hermione. Neither of them would know what to do. Maybe its nothing. I mean, the Ministry would know if Voldemort did something right? As soon as he walked through the door however, Ron and Hermione cornered him. "Tell us what happened!" said Ron in a strangled whisper. "We know your scar hurt at supper, but you didn't tell us why!" accused Hermione. "I don't know why. I think maybe it was nothing," said Harry, trying to look confident. He failed miserably. Ron and Hermione looked doubtful. "Well, if you feel like finding out or telling us, you know we'll listen or help you solve it. As for right now, I believe we all have that Potions essay on a Recovering Memory Concoction." Hermione gave Ron and Harry a look and wheeled around to find a table. "Remind me again why I promised not to call Hermione 'Mum' all the time anymore?" asked Ron. Harry laughed and thought no more of his scar hurting, besised the fact that he would wite Lupin or Sirus later that evening.
Place: American Academy of Magic Time: 8:45
"Alright. Anyone who is able, come with me and Ed. We have to get a few things together if we're going to fly halfway around the world. Anyone who I s hurt or too tired, please stay her in the bushes with Rachelle. Hide if you see anything suspicious," Lathina said. Turning, she walked to the edge of the clearing looking toward the Quidditch fields with about eight people in tow. "Alright, firstly we obviously need broomsticks. I don't know anything about Portkeys, and none of us can Apparate. Second, some people are not able to fly or sit on broomsticks. It looks to me we have quite a few First Years. So, we have two choices: teach the first years to fly, or find a way for them to be carried. The injured ones will need that too. Thirdly, we need weapons." Lathina paused for breath just long enough to have some mutterings in her tiny group. "No, seriously! We're only students, and we don't have any Six or Seventh Years with us! But, if we can salvage a few spellbooks from the library, we might be able to think of a way to protect ourselves from whatever might find us. like those goblins. So, any questions?" A cricket was heard in the backround. Nobody made a sound. "Did you just think of all that by yourself just now Lathina? Or have you been planning this out while you were hiding?" asked Ed. "Cuz I'm really impressed dude." 'Hey, I'm just as scared as everyone! I cant come up with stuff that quickly!" said Lathina, but she was pleased someone thought she was doing well. "Okay, we have nine people including me. We'll have to split up to get what we need. How many first years are here?" three kids raised their hands. "What about second?" Two. "Third?" One. "Fourth?" One. "The I guess the Fifth Years are just you and me Ed. Okay, First Years go with Ed to the library. Third and Fourth Years I want you to go find some wood that looks useable. I'm talking long, short, skinny, whatever.. and as much rope as you can find. Go look in the gardeners shed if you can. Second years come with me. We're going to find some broomsticks. Be quiet and be careful. Hope nobody needs much sleep cuz you wont be getting any! Good luck! Move out!" As the groups slowly went into the darkness, none of them noticed the three small green shapes coming back from the forest, high in the clouds.
HEHEHEHE! Cliffhangers are my favorite! Wheeeeeeee! Please review, but no flames! My fragile self esteem cant take it. Maybe if I get enough good reviews, I'll allow it cuz by that time my ego will be so swollen I'll need to deflate it! R&R!!! Firegold