WOO HOO! I never thought I'd get to Chapter THREE! I'm totally in awe by it
all.
Hehe, anywho! Here it is, Chapter THREE (OOOOOOOOO, AHHHHHHH)!
A Tie Between Two Times
Chapter 3: Curiosity Almost Killed The Cat
Harry finally reached the Gryffindor common room, almost collapsing out of the camouflaged door behind the large burgundy sofa in the corner. Listening intently, he heard voices coming from the other side of the room.
"Ron!" Harry identified the shrill girl's voice as Hermione, "You know, Quidditch shouldn't be more important than." she hesitated, yet shot back with extra force, "Then you're friends! Plus, you can't just ditch me at the ball! Leave me sitting at the long table all by myself! I DON'T THINK SO!"
Ron's voice sprung back at her, "Hermione, you don't understand! I HAVE to go to this conference in London! Every name in Quidditch will be there, I've got a ticket to go, it just happens to be when the dance is! I won't leave you hanging, I can see if Seamus will go with you, or I can grab you Neville, he doesn't have a date yet."
Hermione sighed, then sniffled pathetically, "Quidditch, quidditch quidditch, that's all you think about now. I feel so. so. so very unappreciated Ron! Well, if you go to this 'conference,' you and I are through!"
Harry almost fell over, slamming into the couch. Hermione and Ron were a couple? When? Harry hadn't heard about it. He eased up higher to hear the rest.
"Hermione! We had something strong going on here. We were going to tell Harry tonight too, if he hadn't run off with Othella again. But please, let's not break this off so soon." Ron spluttered nervously.
"Don't play pathetic with me! Even when we were both pals, you still enjoyed putting Quidditch over us. Harry was more considerate with that, I must say! Remember when I was in the hospital last year from the Unicorn incident? Well what did Harry do? He missed TWO practices to sit with me by my bedside! And you? You said Quidditch was keeping you too busy and that you just couldn't take the time off! Well now, its either Quidditch or our relationship!" she screamed at him, thoroughly pissed off now.
Ron sighed heavily. His breathing was uneven, and he was shuffling his feet out of habit. Coughing anxiously, he finally answered her. "Fine, you want to know what? I think you're over-reacting, that's what! I HAVE taken time off from MANY things to be with you, to help you! Last year, whenever you were too tired to go get dinner, who went and got you cookies from the kitchens?"
"You did." she wavered.
"I did! And who would make you up hot cocoa when you worked late by yourself in the common room?"
"You did."
"Right again! And who saved your butt when Snape blamed you for stealing his bustard for our potion?"
"YOU DID!"
"RIGHT! And I think that me missing THIS shouldn't get you all huffy. I'm sorry I can't make it, I'm sorry I'm 'deserting' you, I am truly sorry. Please understand, this is once in a lifetime. You. well, you aren't, you'll be in my life forever. Please Herm, don't end this over me missing the ball," Ron finished nobly.
Harry heard Hermione's sniffles clearly. He ducted down to locate the two's feet under the couch.
Hermione lunged into Ron's arms. "I'm so sorry. I was just so upset; I wanted you to be with me so badly. Come on, lets go see if Harry's back yet," she muttered, pulling him through the portrait hole.
Once Hermione and Ron were out of sight, Harry leapt up. He immediately dusted off his knees, then quickly ran up to his room to change. Ron would find him up there. Yet before Ron reached the dorm, Harry was already fast asleep.
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OW!
Othella landed with a large THUD, screeching pain.
She got up and rubbed her bum tenderly. "Oh now that's gonna leave a mark," she mumbled sarcastically.
Taking in her surroundings, Othella noticed the room was small, the walls were of concrete and the ceiling contained cracks, dripping clear, rusty liquid.
All left in the room was a large fireplace. Its marble lining was tarnished, engulfed in strands of cobwebs. No fire was lit, yet two disintegrating pieces of wood lay askew on a wire frame. Ashes still lay awry everywhere inside and out of the old fireplace. Othella approached the surrounding wall, observing ash-stricken streaks smeared on each side. What looked to be deep, fingernail slashes were directly beneath them. Placing her fingertips on the ash smudges, they fit her fingers perfectly. She ran her hand down, wondering who or what had put them there.
Yet as she turned to go back up the duct, unimpressed, she located a hidden door right besides the vent opening. It seemed to blend in with the concrete walls, yet as she advanced upon it, wizard paint had been slathered on. There was no doorknob, but a grayish handle lay on the floor alongside it. She picked it cautiously.
The screws are still in it, she thought curiously, Almost as if someone just came and tore it off.
Glancing at a small crack under the door, Othella grasped her fingers underneath it and pulled. Jumping back, the door creaked open. Slowly getting up, she gradually made her way to the door. Step-by-step, Othella closed in, and stuck her head into the dark room.
I can't see a damn thing! she thought, yet cautiously marched her way into the dim room.
The space was short and very thin; she could walk from the door to the opposite wall in about 3 steps. Othella glanced to her right.
Nothing.
Glanced to her left.
"Oh my god," she whispered, hand over her mouth in shock.
The wall was missing. Instead, it was replaced with a silver liquid-y substance. As she stepped closer and closer to it, it seemed to shake with every stride. Her nose now up to the edge of it, she touched it carefully. It bounced off of her fingertip, rippling like a pond in the rain. Yet as her finger withdrew, the strange substance stuck, drip, drip, dripping off in perfect rhythm. However, once Othella had wiped off her finger she heard another trickle on the cold cement floor. She looked down, searching for a non-silver mark. As she crossed the room, she made her way to the opposite wall.
Nothing.
About to turn around and go out, she heard another drip.
Drip.
Drip.
CRASH!
Othella jumped clear to the ceiling, whipping around instantly to see what had clattered to the floor.
Nothing.
"In the room." she whispered timidly, easing towards the door with baby steps.
As she stepped in, she looked immediately to the silvery liquid lining the east wall.
Nothing.
Turning to her right, she squinted her eyes, scared of what might be there.
Opening her eyes fully, she looked directly at the West Wall.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!"
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CLIFFHANGER! I love doing that. *evil laugh* bwa ha ha ha! Well, there you go. Sorry it's so short, but I HAD to use that for a cliffhanger! :D
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A Tie Between Two Times
Chapter 3: Curiosity Almost Killed The Cat
Harry finally reached the Gryffindor common room, almost collapsing out of the camouflaged door behind the large burgundy sofa in the corner. Listening intently, he heard voices coming from the other side of the room.
"Ron!" Harry identified the shrill girl's voice as Hermione, "You know, Quidditch shouldn't be more important than." she hesitated, yet shot back with extra force, "Then you're friends! Plus, you can't just ditch me at the ball! Leave me sitting at the long table all by myself! I DON'T THINK SO!"
Ron's voice sprung back at her, "Hermione, you don't understand! I HAVE to go to this conference in London! Every name in Quidditch will be there, I've got a ticket to go, it just happens to be when the dance is! I won't leave you hanging, I can see if Seamus will go with you, or I can grab you Neville, he doesn't have a date yet."
Hermione sighed, then sniffled pathetically, "Quidditch, quidditch quidditch, that's all you think about now. I feel so. so. so very unappreciated Ron! Well, if you go to this 'conference,' you and I are through!"
Harry almost fell over, slamming into the couch. Hermione and Ron were a couple? When? Harry hadn't heard about it. He eased up higher to hear the rest.
"Hermione! We had something strong going on here. We were going to tell Harry tonight too, if he hadn't run off with Othella again. But please, let's not break this off so soon." Ron spluttered nervously.
"Don't play pathetic with me! Even when we were both pals, you still enjoyed putting Quidditch over us. Harry was more considerate with that, I must say! Remember when I was in the hospital last year from the Unicorn incident? Well what did Harry do? He missed TWO practices to sit with me by my bedside! And you? You said Quidditch was keeping you too busy and that you just couldn't take the time off! Well now, its either Quidditch or our relationship!" she screamed at him, thoroughly pissed off now.
Ron sighed heavily. His breathing was uneven, and he was shuffling his feet out of habit. Coughing anxiously, he finally answered her. "Fine, you want to know what? I think you're over-reacting, that's what! I HAVE taken time off from MANY things to be with you, to help you! Last year, whenever you were too tired to go get dinner, who went and got you cookies from the kitchens?"
"You did." she wavered.
"I did! And who would make you up hot cocoa when you worked late by yourself in the common room?"
"You did."
"Right again! And who saved your butt when Snape blamed you for stealing his bustard for our potion?"
"YOU DID!"
"RIGHT! And I think that me missing THIS shouldn't get you all huffy. I'm sorry I can't make it, I'm sorry I'm 'deserting' you, I am truly sorry. Please understand, this is once in a lifetime. You. well, you aren't, you'll be in my life forever. Please Herm, don't end this over me missing the ball," Ron finished nobly.
Harry heard Hermione's sniffles clearly. He ducted down to locate the two's feet under the couch.
Hermione lunged into Ron's arms. "I'm so sorry. I was just so upset; I wanted you to be with me so badly. Come on, lets go see if Harry's back yet," she muttered, pulling him through the portrait hole.
Once Hermione and Ron were out of sight, Harry leapt up. He immediately dusted off his knees, then quickly ran up to his room to change. Ron would find him up there. Yet before Ron reached the dorm, Harry was already fast asleep.
~~~~***~~*~~***~~~~
OW!
Othella landed with a large THUD, screeching pain.
She got up and rubbed her bum tenderly. "Oh now that's gonna leave a mark," she mumbled sarcastically.
Taking in her surroundings, Othella noticed the room was small, the walls were of concrete and the ceiling contained cracks, dripping clear, rusty liquid.
All left in the room was a large fireplace. Its marble lining was tarnished, engulfed in strands of cobwebs. No fire was lit, yet two disintegrating pieces of wood lay askew on a wire frame. Ashes still lay awry everywhere inside and out of the old fireplace. Othella approached the surrounding wall, observing ash-stricken streaks smeared on each side. What looked to be deep, fingernail slashes were directly beneath them. Placing her fingertips on the ash smudges, they fit her fingers perfectly. She ran her hand down, wondering who or what had put them there.
Yet as she turned to go back up the duct, unimpressed, she located a hidden door right besides the vent opening. It seemed to blend in with the concrete walls, yet as she advanced upon it, wizard paint had been slathered on. There was no doorknob, but a grayish handle lay on the floor alongside it. She picked it cautiously.
The screws are still in it, she thought curiously, Almost as if someone just came and tore it off.
Glancing at a small crack under the door, Othella grasped her fingers underneath it and pulled. Jumping back, the door creaked open. Slowly getting up, she gradually made her way to the door. Step-by-step, Othella closed in, and stuck her head into the dark room.
I can't see a damn thing! she thought, yet cautiously marched her way into the dim room.
The space was short and very thin; she could walk from the door to the opposite wall in about 3 steps. Othella glanced to her right.
Nothing.
Glanced to her left.
"Oh my god," she whispered, hand over her mouth in shock.
The wall was missing. Instead, it was replaced with a silver liquid-y substance. As she stepped closer and closer to it, it seemed to shake with every stride. Her nose now up to the edge of it, she touched it carefully. It bounced off of her fingertip, rippling like a pond in the rain. Yet as her finger withdrew, the strange substance stuck, drip, drip, dripping off in perfect rhythm. However, once Othella had wiped off her finger she heard another trickle on the cold cement floor. She looked down, searching for a non-silver mark. As she crossed the room, she made her way to the opposite wall.
Nothing.
About to turn around and go out, she heard another drip.
Drip.
Drip.
CRASH!
Othella jumped clear to the ceiling, whipping around instantly to see what had clattered to the floor.
Nothing.
"In the room." she whispered timidly, easing towards the door with baby steps.
As she stepped in, she looked immediately to the silvery liquid lining the east wall.
Nothing.
Turning to her right, she squinted her eyes, scared of what might be there.
Opening her eyes fully, she looked directly at the West Wall.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!"
~~~~***~~*~~***~~~~
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CLIFFHANGER! I love doing that. *evil laugh* bwa ha ha ha! Well, there you go. Sorry it's so short, but I HAD to use that for a cliffhanger! :D
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