A/N By now, it should be obvious that I don't own this.
Such a short chapter! This makes me upset, but I cannot find the words for this chapter. I believe this is all that needs to be said at this time in this chapter.
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James panted, searching for the door to the Mirror. He was almost certain that it was here. Aha! There it is!
"James, care to explain all this?" Sirius asked, following him into a spooky room.
"Hermione was taken into a mirror. This mirror," James said, pointing to the Mirror of Temptation.
"What is it?"
"The Mirror of Temptation."
"Oh."
James stepped up towards the mirror. He held his hand out to it and found that he could stick his hand into the mirror. He took a deep breath and stepped into it.
"James? What are you doing?"
James didn't hear him.
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James fell to the ground with a thud. He had to find Hermione. He ran through the landscape, calling her name.
"James?" a weak voice said.
"Hermione! There you are!" He ran forward and began to untie her from the column.
"So, he has come at last," said a cold, dark voice.
James stood up. Luckily he did so because Hanreth sent a wild curse towards him. James ducked barely, searching for his wand. He found it and shot Hanreth with a fire spell. The potions master began to scream and shriveled up.
James ran to Hermione to help her cut the rest of the ties. Before he could even get one in his hands, he was forced up against a wall, the wind knocked out of his lungs. Hanreth was there in a flash, his hand closing in on James's throat. James tried to kick, hit, punch, anything, but spells bound him in place.
Hermione, unnoticed, muttered a spell and the ropes broke. She was free. She grabbed her wand from the pocket of her robes. Hanreth was stupid. He let her keep her wand. Hermione pointed the wand at the potions master and whispered a powerful stunning spell. He fell down with a loud thud, frozen in place.
She ran to James, who was gasping for air.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah...I guess....What about him?" James nudged Hanreth with the tip of his shoe. Hermione muttered a spell and the professor was wrapped up in bandages, securing him in place.
"There," she said, smiling at James.
"I was worried about you," he said softly, touching her chin with his hand and tilting it up.
"You needn't worry about me. I'm a tough girl," she said, looking him in the eyes.
"Do tough girls need kisses?"
"Once in a while."
"Is this that once in a while?"
"Yes..."
"Good." And with that he kissed her once, and then again, and again, and again.
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I'm truly sorry that I could not give Sirius the proper lines. But, you know what they say: "The fic writes itself." Should I not listen to a fic of mine you would all have to suffer due to lack of new chapters.
Pitiful. I disgust myself. Look at this itty-bitty chapter! Bad me! I hope to make it up to you all by writing a nice and long ending to this fic. Yes, it's almost over! And I am not sure that there's a place for a sequel. IF people can give sufficient ideas, I shall consider this. It doesn't have to be a James/Hermione idea at all. Okay? Okay!
Thankies,
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff
Such a short chapter! This makes me upset, but I cannot find the words for this chapter. I believe this is all that needs to be said at this time in this chapter.
~~~~~~~~~~
James panted, searching for the door to the Mirror. He was almost certain that it was here. Aha! There it is!
"James, care to explain all this?" Sirius asked, following him into a spooky room.
"Hermione was taken into a mirror. This mirror," James said, pointing to the Mirror of Temptation.
"What is it?"
"The Mirror of Temptation."
"Oh."
James stepped up towards the mirror. He held his hand out to it and found that he could stick his hand into the mirror. He took a deep breath and stepped into it.
"James? What are you doing?"
James didn't hear him.
***********
James fell to the ground with a thud. He had to find Hermione. He ran through the landscape, calling her name.
"James?" a weak voice said.
"Hermione! There you are!" He ran forward and began to untie her from the column.
"So, he has come at last," said a cold, dark voice.
James stood up. Luckily he did so because Hanreth sent a wild curse towards him. James ducked barely, searching for his wand. He found it and shot Hanreth with a fire spell. The potions master began to scream and shriveled up.
James ran to Hermione to help her cut the rest of the ties. Before he could even get one in his hands, he was forced up against a wall, the wind knocked out of his lungs. Hanreth was there in a flash, his hand closing in on James's throat. James tried to kick, hit, punch, anything, but spells bound him in place.
Hermione, unnoticed, muttered a spell and the ropes broke. She was free. She grabbed her wand from the pocket of her robes. Hanreth was stupid. He let her keep her wand. Hermione pointed the wand at the potions master and whispered a powerful stunning spell. He fell down with a loud thud, frozen in place.
She ran to James, who was gasping for air.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah...I guess....What about him?" James nudged Hanreth with the tip of his shoe. Hermione muttered a spell and the professor was wrapped up in bandages, securing him in place.
"There," she said, smiling at James.
"I was worried about you," he said softly, touching her chin with his hand and tilting it up.
"You needn't worry about me. I'm a tough girl," she said, looking him in the eyes.
"Do tough girls need kisses?"
"Once in a while."
"Is this that once in a while?"
"Yes..."
"Good." And with that he kissed her once, and then again, and again, and again.
*******
I'm truly sorry that I could not give Sirius the proper lines. But, you know what they say: "The fic writes itself." Should I not listen to a fic of mine you would all have to suffer due to lack of new chapters.
Pitiful. I disgust myself. Look at this itty-bitty chapter! Bad me! I hope to make it up to you all by writing a nice and long ending to this fic. Yes, it's almost over! And I am not sure that there's a place for a sequel. IF people can give sufficient ideas, I shall consider this. It doesn't have to be a James/Hermione idea at all. Okay? Okay!
Thankies,
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff