Oh joy. I'm so dang lazy. MAY 6. MAY!!??!! I HAVEN'T UPDATED SINCE MAY??
Sorry folks. more or less to the 3 people that reviewed (tell you friends
about me please! ;D).
Also, before you read Ch 2, read Ch 1 again (to the people who reviewed
before only) cause its changed quite a bit. I totally screwed some crud up.
Now its all good, yeehaw.
Here we go, the long awaited (*cough*awaited-my-ass*cough*) CHAPTER 2!!!
A Tie Between Two Times
Chapter 2: An 'Uneventful' Trip To The Kitchens
"Harry, where are we going again?" Othella asked, following behind a fast paced Harry Potter, lost in the ever-darkening Hogwarts halls.
"Kitchens, but quickly!" Harry whispered, grabbing her hand and dragging her down the hallway.
Harry abruptly stopped at a picture of a fruit bowl. Reaching up, he placed his fingertips on the pear in the painting. As he wiggled his fingers, a quiet giggle erupting from the flat fruit and the painting flung open. The two 6th years hopped through and quietly shut the heavy wooden frame.
"I just have to say 'hi' to Dobby real quick, hang on," Harry mumbled, and then headed towards a small office in the back of the long, abandoned kitchens.
Othella reached for her wand and lit up the room immediately. After searching for any left out food, she headed for a stool in front of a roaring fire. Two fuzzy, burgundy slippers flew onto the beige tiles, while two chilly feet swung out towards the flames. The fire crackled as Othella sighed, wondering where Harry was and how they'd be able to make the long journey back to the common room without getting caught.
Just as her feet began to tingle from the blazing heat, Harry emerged with a small, large-eyed, olive-skinned creature holding a slip of parchment. About five more of these strange creature appeared out of the depths carrying a tray of cookies and slices of pizza.
Othella quickly grabbed food off of the platter, eating ravenously. After missing dinner her hunger had grown. She felt like she could eat an entire cheese pizza if she tried. Harry himself was still wolfing down a large chocolate brownie.
"This is Dobby, he's a house-elf and he's going to help us sneak back to the common room safely," Harry spluttered in one quick breath.
"You sure HE," Othella pointed at Dobby, "would know how to-"
"Dobby is honored to help Harry Potter and his friend! Dobby wouldn't MISLEAD Harry Potter! Never!" Dobby began to wring his tea-cozy hat in his bony fingers nervously.
Othella, again, looked doubtful.
Harry acknowledged her concern, yet responded with honest force.
"Ellie, were fine. Dobby's fine, Harry whispered as the minute elf began to tear up.
"Dobby wishes you luck sir! Hopes you find common room safely sir!" Dobby said shakily, tea cozy finally back on his head.
Harry grabbed Othella's arm, snatched the piece of paper Dobby handed to him and dragged the confused girl through a small door to the fireplaces left.
Now on all fours, climbing through a vent-like tunnel, Othella's bewilderment increased.
"HARRY! Where are we, what are we doing, and why were we in the kitchens in the first place?" she snapped at him dazed, freezing and cover in. ash?
Harry sat down in front of her, took a deep breath and stared the green- eyed girl right in the face.
"Ok, ok, just chill. I headed to the kitchens to get you a bite to eat, we both missed dinner and I also had to ask Dobby a favor. Right now we're heading back to the common room in the Elf Tunnels. They're a series of tunnels the elves use to get from common room to other quarters to replace firewood, clean out fireplaces, empty garbage and tidy up in general. Dobby gave me directions to OUR common room so we could get there easier without hassle," Harry looked at her, still staring into her lime pupils, "That answer any of your questions.
Othella chuckled, then replied, "Yeah, thanks."
She paused and felt a cold shiver ascend through her spine. Her feet felt like ice, shaking in the pitch-black, bitter vent.
"Oh no! I left my slippers in the kitchens! Crud." she trailed off quietly.
"We can go back and get them, its not far!" "No, I will." "But-" "No, give me the directions and I'll go back. You go get some rest."
Harry sighed, "Fine. At the end of this tunnel there are two ducts. You'll go in the one marked '2.' You'll go though duct '2' until you reach a tiny door; go through it. It'll get you in the Gryffindor common room behind the big red couch in the corner."
"Ok, got it. Duct '2!' See ya tomorrow."
"G'night"
"Yep, you too." And with that the two headed in their separate directions. ~~~~***~~*~~***~~~~
Othella finally reached the kitchen. She located her slippers still warming in front of the still thriving fire. Sliding then on hastily, she turned to her left, heading where the Tunnel door had been. Yet now staring at the off-white wall, TWO black doors popped out at her. Her heavy sigh disrupted the ever-so silent room. Turning around, no elves lay in sight.
"Well, here we go, Harry forgot to mention which one of these I go in," Othella said exasperated.
Pulling open the door marked 'M,' she scooted in, shut the door and began to crawl.
After what seemed to be an hour of non-stop crawling she reached a slightly bigger room. To her left was a duct marked '3.' Yet as she glanced to her right, the '4' above the next duct was scratched out. She could vaguely make it out under the deteriorating tape. Enormous claw like marked surrounded the ghastly number, faded orange colored paint chips lay scattered. An elongated 'DO NOT ENTER' sign hung lopsided in front of the blocked off opening. As she reached her hand over to feel the bizarre claw marks, an odd crash could be heard from the closed off duct. Slamming her butt on the ash-covered floor, a rippling thud bounced off the far-reaching tunnels.
More intrigued then upset, she sat there for a moment mulling over what to do next.
Standing up, she dusted her bum off, staring intently at the closed off '4' door. What was that? What's in there? Is someone locked away? Othella pondered, ever so slowly stepping towards the mysterious vessel.
Reaching for the sign, she tore it off and threw it aside. Enormous sprawls of black Stello-Tape (The best way to seal things off in a smash!®) were spread across the tunnel. Grabbing her wand and searching her brain for a spell to quickly get all the tape off she snatched out her wand from her robe pocket.
"Temtious Discovardnior!" she shouted, pointed to shaking wand at the covered door.
Immediately straps of the black tape began to fly off of each other. After a minute, disgruntled strips of the tape lay strewn on the floor.
The duct stood there, as open as could be. Othella just stared, too stunned to budge. She unwillingly stuck her head in the vent. It smelled of blood, of dirt, of gunpowder. It reeked of a past, a past she was soon to discover as she fell on her butt and tumbled down the tunnel. ~~~~***~~*~~***~~~~
YEAH! ITS DONE! WOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!!! Im so happy, la ti da! :D Well, there you go. Hope you're liking it, cause it's so fun to write! The good stuff is coming, and sorry I had to leave you hanging like that. You'll never guess! And "I'll never tell." Laterz AND REVIEW!!! I I I I I I I I V
A Tie Between Two Times
Chapter 2: An 'Uneventful' Trip To The Kitchens
"Harry, where are we going again?" Othella asked, following behind a fast paced Harry Potter, lost in the ever-darkening Hogwarts halls.
"Kitchens, but quickly!" Harry whispered, grabbing her hand and dragging her down the hallway.
Harry abruptly stopped at a picture of a fruit bowl. Reaching up, he placed his fingertips on the pear in the painting. As he wiggled his fingers, a quiet giggle erupting from the flat fruit and the painting flung open. The two 6th years hopped through and quietly shut the heavy wooden frame.
"I just have to say 'hi' to Dobby real quick, hang on," Harry mumbled, and then headed towards a small office in the back of the long, abandoned kitchens.
Othella reached for her wand and lit up the room immediately. After searching for any left out food, she headed for a stool in front of a roaring fire. Two fuzzy, burgundy slippers flew onto the beige tiles, while two chilly feet swung out towards the flames. The fire crackled as Othella sighed, wondering where Harry was and how they'd be able to make the long journey back to the common room without getting caught.
Just as her feet began to tingle from the blazing heat, Harry emerged with a small, large-eyed, olive-skinned creature holding a slip of parchment. About five more of these strange creature appeared out of the depths carrying a tray of cookies and slices of pizza.
Othella quickly grabbed food off of the platter, eating ravenously. After missing dinner her hunger had grown. She felt like she could eat an entire cheese pizza if she tried. Harry himself was still wolfing down a large chocolate brownie.
"This is Dobby, he's a house-elf and he's going to help us sneak back to the common room safely," Harry spluttered in one quick breath.
"You sure HE," Othella pointed at Dobby, "would know how to-"
"Dobby is honored to help Harry Potter and his friend! Dobby wouldn't MISLEAD Harry Potter! Never!" Dobby began to wring his tea-cozy hat in his bony fingers nervously.
Othella, again, looked doubtful.
Harry acknowledged her concern, yet responded with honest force.
"Ellie, were fine. Dobby's fine, Harry whispered as the minute elf began to tear up.
"Dobby wishes you luck sir! Hopes you find common room safely sir!" Dobby said shakily, tea cozy finally back on his head.
Harry grabbed Othella's arm, snatched the piece of paper Dobby handed to him and dragged the confused girl through a small door to the fireplaces left.
Now on all fours, climbing through a vent-like tunnel, Othella's bewilderment increased.
"HARRY! Where are we, what are we doing, and why were we in the kitchens in the first place?" she snapped at him dazed, freezing and cover in. ash?
Harry sat down in front of her, took a deep breath and stared the green- eyed girl right in the face.
"Ok, ok, just chill. I headed to the kitchens to get you a bite to eat, we both missed dinner and I also had to ask Dobby a favor. Right now we're heading back to the common room in the Elf Tunnels. They're a series of tunnels the elves use to get from common room to other quarters to replace firewood, clean out fireplaces, empty garbage and tidy up in general. Dobby gave me directions to OUR common room so we could get there easier without hassle," Harry looked at her, still staring into her lime pupils, "That answer any of your questions.
Othella chuckled, then replied, "Yeah, thanks."
She paused and felt a cold shiver ascend through her spine. Her feet felt like ice, shaking in the pitch-black, bitter vent.
"Oh no! I left my slippers in the kitchens! Crud." she trailed off quietly.
"We can go back and get them, its not far!" "No, I will." "But-" "No, give me the directions and I'll go back. You go get some rest."
Harry sighed, "Fine. At the end of this tunnel there are two ducts. You'll go in the one marked '2.' You'll go though duct '2' until you reach a tiny door; go through it. It'll get you in the Gryffindor common room behind the big red couch in the corner."
"Ok, got it. Duct '2!' See ya tomorrow."
"G'night"
"Yep, you too." And with that the two headed in their separate directions. ~~~~***~~*~~***~~~~
Othella finally reached the kitchen. She located her slippers still warming in front of the still thriving fire. Sliding then on hastily, she turned to her left, heading where the Tunnel door had been. Yet now staring at the off-white wall, TWO black doors popped out at her. Her heavy sigh disrupted the ever-so silent room. Turning around, no elves lay in sight.
"Well, here we go, Harry forgot to mention which one of these I go in," Othella said exasperated.
Pulling open the door marked 'M,' she scooted in, shut the door and began to crawl.
After what seemed to be an hour of non-stop crawling she reached a slightly bigger room. To her left was a duct marked '3.' Yet as she glanced to her right, the '4' above the next duct was scratched out. She could vaguely make it out under the deteriorating tape. Enormous claw like marked surrounded the ghastly number, faded orange colored paint chips lay scattered. An elongated 'DO NOT ENTER' sign hung lopsided in front of the blocked off opening. As she reached her hand over to feel the bizarre claw marks, an odd crash could be heard from the closed off duct. Slamming her butt on the ash-covered floor, a rippling thud bounced off the far-reaching tunnels.
More intrigued then upset, she sat there for a moment mulling over what to do next.
Standing up, she dusted her bum off, staring intently at the closed off '4' door. What was that? What's in there? Is someone locked away? Othella pondered, ever so slowly stepping towards the mysterious vessel.
Reaching for the sign, she tore it off and threw it aside. Enormous sprawls of black Stello-Tape (The best way to seal things off in a smash!®) were spread across the tunnel. Grabbing her wand and searching her brain for a spell to quickly get all the tape off she snatched out her wand from her robe pocket.
"Temtious Discovardnior!" she shouted, pointed to shaking wand at the covered door.
Immediately straps of the black tape began to fly off of each other. After a minute, disgruntled strips of the tape lay strewn on the floor.
The duct stood there, as open as could be. Othella just stared, too stunned to budge. She unwillingly stuck her head in the vent. It smelled of blood, of dirt, of gunpowder. It reeked of a past, a past she was soon to discover as she fell on her butt and tumbled down the tunnel. ~~~~***~~*~~***~~~~
YEAH! ITS DONE! WOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!!! Im so happy, la ti da! :D Well, there you go. Hope you're liking it, cause it's so fun to write! The good stuff is coming, and sorry I had to leave you hanging like that. You'll never guess! And "I'll never tell." Laterz AND REVIEW!!! I I I I I I I I V