Very little wind rushed through the place Harry had been thrown into.
His eyes still had three more hours until the charm wore off but Harry was
sure he'd only be met with more darkness.
It was mid-day Harry guessed judging by the spotted warmth on his back from a proposed window behind him. Scurries could be heard above his head, little pitter patters that echoed, so Harry guessed that he was surrounded by some kind of metal. He shivered as grinding metal shattered the silence around him. He was brought to his feet by a bony hand.
"So. . .this is Potter?" asked a hissing voice that must have been the person holding him up.
"Yes, beautiful replica I have created isn't it?"
This is not the replica I hope."
Harry was turned 360 degrees and his bangs were brushed from his forehead as quick as a bat could fly past an ear.
"No, he has the scar. My replica has the scar but on the wrong side to tell the difference."
"You made a replica of me?" Harry asked the darkness as he was thrown from the bony grip.
"No! We need the boy. . ." hissed the voice again as Harry curled into a tight ball holding his throbbing scar.
"Very well." Answered the other voice as footsteps followed.
"Your spy is also watching over the clone?" asked the hissing voice more faint than before.
"Yes, they are both adapting well." The other voice answered as the grinding metal drowned it out. Harry was then left alone again with only scurries of rats. There he waited. He could sense something different though, almost like a hidden power he had no control over.
"Hermonie, Ron. . .if only you guys knew were I am." Harry sighed.
~
Ron and Hermonie waited in the common room staring at Harry's room intensely. He had quidditch practice in two minutes and had not emerged.
"Is he sick?" Juniper asked passing by.
"I hope not." Hermonie answered tapping her foot.
"Harry! You ok?" Ron yelled as the door knob turned and Harry became visible.
"It's about time." Hermonie scuffed.
Ron then added, "It's not like you to be late to practice."
"It's the first practice and I got in late last night." Harry reasoned joining his friends as they walked out of the tower.
"How did you get in last night? You missed the train I am sure." Hermonie asked trying to gather clues.
"Hey Potter, there you are!" Draco broke in tearing through the line of friends.
"Yes Malfoy?"
"I was almost starting to miss you, Weasley is no fun cause there is too much to make fun of him for."
"Lovely, go away Draco." Harry answered just before Ron had opened his mouth. Harry then nudged by Draco leaving him to stand there stupefied.
"Something is wrong with this picture Malfoy." Juniper pointed out as she walked by.
"Cortesta Why don't you shut it. I know what your after."
"Draco I'm not Juniper to you anymore? Shame really, I thought you would stop playing these games with your father and me. Go ahead and admit it."
"We are not after the same things anymore Juniper." Draco hissed as Juniper laughed to herself.
"Yes." She agreed. "I fear for you Draco. You slip closer to it everyday."
Draco then watched Juniper turn and walk down the hallway. He suddenly felt a chill run up his spine and he closed his eyes as it took over his body. He opened his eyes again and Juniper was gone.
~
"Harry the wall!" Hermonie cried as she ran down below Harry on his Nimbus 2000.
Harry hit the wall with a tremendous thud and hung there face against the brick and the broom lodged in it. "I. . .see it." He declared.
Ron joined Hermonie's side and looked up at the dismayed Harry who was trying to yank his broom out of the wall.
"What's wrong with him?" He whispered.
Hermonie shook her head, "I have no idea Ron, he must be under a spell."
The huffle purr team snickered as they flew over the heads of the confused Griffindor team. Their laughter pierced a dagger in the prides of the Griffindor team leaving them with no hope for the up coming game. Hermonie rolled her eyes and casted a spell so that Harry and his broom floated back down to the grass like feathers. Ron immediately took his friend's side checking to make sure nothing was broken.
"Harry. . .I want to ask what is wrong but I won't, I am going to believe you are going to fix it." Hermonie said simply.
"Just rusty that's all." Harry reassured getting up and brushing himself off.
"That was pretty funny when you hit the wall though." Ron admitted laughing. Harry joined in is laughter and even Hermonie broke a smile. It was different laughter than they had shared before something was missing.
"Looks like I missed something." Juniper observed walking up to the ring of friends.
"Just Harry running into the wall on is broom." Ron answered looking over at Harry.
"But Harry you are an excellent player, why would you do that?" Juniper asked.
Harry grabbed his broom by outstretching his hand and catching it when it flew upwards. He left the question un answered, walking back to practice.
"Ok anyone want to tell me what's going on?" Ron asked.
"I am as clueless as you are Ron, it's hard to believe but I am." Hermonie admitted. They turned to Juniper.
"Don't look at me, I just met him, I don't know what he's suppose to act like."
"Let's just forget it, he's probably nervous. Want to see me beat a blunger Juniper?" Ron asked blowing off the whole thing.
Juniper nodded but fell back while Ron ran off in search of the blunger box. She leaned over and whispered, "I'll keep an eye on Harry here, you go and see if you can find anything in the library." Juniper then walked off in search of Ron.
Hermonie sighed, she didn't know who to trust anymore. Harry was acting weird, Ron seemed to not care and Juniper all of a sudden was concerned. She had to find what was wrong with Harry because she wanted the old Harry back.
~
Hermonie had created a wall of books stacked around her while she flipped through yet another book. In the back of her mind she even doubted herself.
"Why am I doing this?" Hermonie cried placing her head in the book. The black words blurred because of her close position but Hermonie's eyes were not going to read another word.
"Hermonie!" cried a distant voice that sounded like one from a daydream.
Hermonie's head snapped up as her brown eyes searched for the owner. "Hello?" she responded softly with a quake in her voice.
"Stay away, Harry Potter is an acilper!" cried the voice again.
"Acilper? A-cilper?" Hermonie questioned but the voice never answered back. It had been swallowed up by the same mysterious way it had come.
"What was the Hermonie?" Draco asked shoving aside some books that had hidden her.
Hermonie gasped and then laughed at herself, "To think I would actually believe you Draco. What is an acilper anyway?"
"I dunno you tell me." Draco questioned as Hermonie frowned.
"This isn't funny. . ."
"I didn't do anything." Draco defended himself but Hermonie just grumbled and gathered three books. Draco watched her walk out of the library with the books nestled under her arms.
It was mid-day Harry guessed judging by the spotted warmth on his back from a proposed window behind him. Scurries could be heard above his head, little pitter patters that echoed, so Harry guessed that he was surrounded by some kind of metal. He shivered as grinding metal shattered the silence around him. He was brought to his feet by a bony hand.
"So. . .this is Potter?" asked a hissing voice that must have been the person holding him up.
"Yes, beautiful replica I have created isn't it?"
This is not the replica I hope."
Harry was turned 360 degrees and his bangs were brushed from his forehead as quick as a bat could fly past an ear.
"No, he has the scar. My replica has the scar but on the wrong side to tell the difference."
"You made a replica of me?" Harry asked the darkness as he was thrown from the bony grip.
"No! We need the boy. . ." hissed the voice again as Harry curled into a tight ball holding his throbbing scar.
"Very well." Answered the other voice as footsteps followed.
"Your spy is also watching over the clone?" asked the hissing voice more faint than before.
"Yes, they are both adapting well." The other voice answered as the grinding metal drowned it out. Harry was then left alone again with only scurries of rats. There he waited. He could sense something different though, almost like a hidden power he had no control over.
"Hermonie, Ron. . .if only you guys knew were I am." Harry sighed.
~
Ron and Hermonie waited in the common room staring at Harry's room intensely. He had quidditch practice in two minutes and had not emerged.
"Is he sick?" Juniper asked passing by.
"I hope not." Hermonie answered tapping her foot.
"Harry! You ok?" Ron yelled as the door knob turned and Harry became visible.
"It's about time." Hermonie scuffed.
Ron then added, "It's not like you to be late to practice."
"It's the first practice and I got in late last night." Harry reasoned joining his friends as they walked out of the tower.
"How did you get in last night? You missed the train I am sure." Hermonie asked trying to gather clues.
"Hey Potter, there you are!" Draco broke in tearing through the line of friends.
"Yes Malfoy?"
"I was almost starting to miss you, Weasley is no fun cause there is too much to make fun of him for."
"Lovely, go away Draco." Harry answered just before Ron had opened his mouth. Harry then nudged by Draco leaving him to stand there stupefied.
"Something is wrong with this picture Malfoy." Juniper pointed out as she walked by.
"Cortesta Why don't you shut it. I know what your after."
"Draco I'm not Juniper to you anymore? Shame really, I thought you would stop playing these games with your father and me. Go ahead and admit it."
"We are not after the same things anymore Juniper." Draco hissed as Juniper laughed to herself.
"Yes." She agreed. "I fear for you Draco. You slip closer to it everyday."
Draco then watched Juniper turn and walk down the hallway. He suddenly felt a chill run up his spine and he closed his eyes as it took over his body. He opened his eyes again and Juniper was gone.
~
"Harry the wall!" Hermonie cried as she ran down below Harry on his Nimbus 2000.
Harry hit the wall with a tremendous thud and hung there face against the brick and the broom lodged in it. "I. . .see it." He declared.
Ron joined Hermonie's side and looked up at the dismayed Harry who was trying to yank his broom out of the wall.
"What's wrong with him?" He whispered.
Hermonie shook her head, "I have no idea Ron, he must be under a spell."
The huffle purr team snickered as they flew over the heads of the confused Griffindor team. Their laughter pierced a dagger in the prides of the Griffindor team leaving them with no hope for the up coming game. Hermonie rolled her eyes and casted a spell so that Harry and his broom floated back down to the grass like feathers. Ron immediately took his friend's side checking to make sure nothing was broken.
"Harry. . .I want to ask what is wrong but I won't, I am going to believe you are going to fix it." Hermonie said simply.
"Just rusty that's all." Harry reassured getting up and brushing himself off.
"That was pretty funny when you hit the wall though." Ron admitted laughing. Harry joined in is laughter and even Hermonie broke a smile. It was different laughter than they had shared before something was missing.
"Looks like I missed something." Juniper observed walking up to the ring of friends.
"Just Harry running into the wall on is broom." Ron answered looking over at Harry.
"But Harry you are an excellent player, why would you do that?" Juniper asked.
Harry grabbed his broom by outstretching his hand and catching it when it flew upwards. He left the question un answered, walking back to practice.
"Ok anyone want to tell me what's going on?" Ron asked.
"I am as clueless as you are Ron, it's hard to believe but I am." Hermonie admitted. They turned to Juniper.
"Don't look at me, I just met him, I don't know what he's suppose to act like."
"Let's just forget it, he's probably nervous. Want to see me beat a blunger Juniper?" Ron asked blowing off the whole thing.
Juniper nodded but fell back while Ron ran off in search of the blunger box. She leaned over and whispered, "I'll keep an eye on Harry here, you go and see if you can find anything in the library." Juniper then walked off in search of Ron.
Hermonie sighed, she didn't know who to trust anymore. Harry was acting weird, Ron seemed to not care and Juniper all of a sudden was concerned. She had to find what was wrong with Harry because she wanted the old Harry back.
~
Hermonie had created a wall of books stacked around her while she flipped through yet another book. In the back of her mind she even doubted herself.
"Why am I doing this?" Hermonie cried placing her head in the book. The black words blurred because of her close position but Hermonie's eyes were not going to read another word.
"Hermonie!" cried a distant voice that sounded like one from a daydream.
Hermonie's head snapped up as her brown eyes searched for the owner. "Hello?" she responded softly with a quake in her voice.
"Stay away, Harry Potter is an acilper!" cried the voice again.
"Acilper? A-cilper?" Hermonie questioned but the voice never answered back. It had been swallowed up by the same mysterious way it had come.
"What was the Hermonie?" Draco asked shoving aside some books that had hidden her.
Hermonie gasped and then laughed at herself, "To think I would actually believe you Draco. What is an acilper anyway?"
"I dunno you tell me." Draco questioned as Hermonie frowned.
"This isn't funny. . ."
"I didn't do anything." Draco defended himself but Hermonie just grumbled and gathered three books. Draco watched her walk out of the library with the books nestled under her arms.