Harry and The Rose Part 3
Back in the Girls Tower- Hermione raised an eyebrow, giving Ron a look. "He said that I told you to say that?" she asked. "I didn't think Harry would be smart enough to catch on to that."
Ron shrugged. "I dunno, Harry's in his 7th year. Same as us, really."
"You know, there's something definitely odd about that Rose girl," Hermione said thoughtfully. "Maybe she's a demon or something." Yawning, Ron nodded and turned to head down to the boy's tower.
"What kills a demon?" Hermione went over to her desk and pulled out an enormous dusty book. She turned the pages, blowing the dust off one and squinting at the text. "De-de-demon! Here!" Ron paused and walked over, peering at the page over her shoulder. "A silver blade can kill a demon or a vampire which share the species Rigor Mortis. Ron, where's that birthday present your odd uncle gave you?"
"Oh, no" Ron said, shaking his head. "You're not going to get me to stab a girl, especially if she's hot."
Hermione made an impatient noise. "She's not a girl; she's a demon that's going to hurt Harry! She might've already, you know!" She looked imploringly at Ron. "Please get it, Ron!"
With a sigh, Ron turned around and started to trudge down the girls' tower steps but paused to say, "It's your fault if I get in trouble, Hermione!" Hermione nodded.
A few minutes later, Ron returned. "You or me?" he said, clearly knowing what answer he wanted.
"You," Hermione said firmly. "I swear, that girl has a radar against me or something."
"Figures," Ron said gloomily. "Well, I if I die, bury me in the Quidditch Field with a Firebolt."
Smiling, Hermione gave him a little push. "You won't die Ron. I mean, if she wakes up, just say something like 'Oh, Rose, I love you sooo much,' or something equally stupid."
Rolling his eyes, Ron set off. After about fifteen minutes, Hermione set off to Rose's room. 'What could he possibly be doing?'
Then, a scream broke the silence. 'She's dead.' Hermione though, satisfied. 'I always knew you were a genius, Hermione Granger.'
But as she entered the room, she saw Rose kneeling next to Ron, checking his pulse. Harry crouched next to her, running his fingers through her hair. The silver dagger was clutched in his fist, another bronze dagger in his side.
Hermione turned white as a sheet then practically collapsed on him. "What happened?" she said, tears rolling out of her eyes.
Rose was crying as well, now being hugged by Harry. "Harry, I-I-I, thought it was You-Know-Who. He's loose you know. He's looking for me!" Harry hugged her more tightly.
"It's okay Rose. I don't know what Ron was thinking.What was he going to do?" Rose cried more loudly.
Hermione was furious. "He's dead, Harry! It's not okay! He's dead! Ron's dead!" she leaned over him, shaking with anger and jerked the blade from his side. She let it drop from her hand and it clattered to the ground. Rose howled then grabbed the blade and threw it at Harry.
Back in the Girls Tower- Hermione raised an eyebrow, giving Ron a look. "He said that I told you to say that?" she asked. "I didn't think Harry would be smart enough to catch on to that."
Ron shrugged. "I dunno, Harry's in his 7th year. Same as us, really."
"You know, there's something definitely odd about that Rose girl," Hermione said thoughtfully. "Maybe she's a demon or something." Yawning, Ron nodded and turned to head down to the boy's tower.
"What kills a demon?" Hermione went over to her desk and pulled out an enormous dusty book. She turned the pages, blowing the dust off one and squinting at the text. "De-de-demon! Here!" Ron paused and walked over, peering at the page over her shoulder. "A silver blade can kill a demon or a vampire which share the species Rigor Mortis. Ron, where's that birthday present your odd uncle gave you?"
"Oh, no" Ron said, shaking his head. "You're not going to get me to stab a girl, especially if she's hot."
Hermione made an impatient noise. "She's not a girl; she's a demon that's going to hurt Harry! She might've already, you know!" She looked imploringly at Ron. "Please get it, Ron!"
With a sigh, Ron turned around and started to trudge down the girls' tower steps but paused to say, "It's your fault if I get in trouble, Hermione!" Hermione nodded.
A few minutes later, Ron returned. "You or me?" he said, clearly knowing what answer he wanted.
"You," Hermione said firmly. "I swear, that girl has a radar against me or something."
"Figures," Ron said gloomily. "Well, I if I die, bury me in the Quidditch Field with a Firebolt."
Smiling, Hermione gave him a little push. "You won't die Ron. I mean, if she wakes up, just say something like 'Oh, Rose, I love you sooo much,' or something equally stupid."
Rolling his eyes, Ron set off. After about fifteen minutes, Hermione set off to Rose's room. 'What could he possibly be doing?'
Then, a scream broke the silence. 'She's dead.' Hermione though, satisfied. 'I always knew you were a genius, Hermione Granger.'
But as she entered the room, she saw Rose kneeling next to Ron, checking his pulse. Harry crouched next to her, running his fingers through her hair. The silver dagger was clutched in his fist, another bronze dagger in his side.
Hermione turned white as a sheet then practically collapsed on him. "What happened?" she said, tears rolling out of her eyes.
Rose was crying as well, now being hugged by Harry. "Harry, I-I-I, thought it was You-Know-Who. He's loose you know. He's looking for me!" Harry hugged her more tightly.
"It's okay Rose. I don't know what Ron was thinking.What was he going to do?" Rose cried more loudly.
Hermione was furious. "He's dead, Harry! It's not okay! He's dead! Ron's dead!" she leaned over him, shaking with anger and jerked the blade from his side. She let it drop from her hand and it clattered to the ground. Rose howled then grabbed the blade and threw it at Harry.