There were screams all around them as they sprinted toward the castle. "
I guess you WERE right Hermionie." Ron said as they entered the doors. "
There WAS a Deatheater!"
" What did I tell you?" Hermionie said.
" That's really not something to be proud of." Harry said budding in.
" I know." She answered. " But for once, it felt good to save the day. Uhhhhh sorta." There was a sudden mad dash. Kids after kids piling together in the hall. They were all screaming, and cowering in fear. Finally getting loose, Chester came up to them and panted
" The Deatheater is in the building!!!" He tugged on Ron's hand " C'mon! We've gotta go to the common room!"
" Hold on." Hermionie said.
" What?" Chester asked impatiently.
" How did you know?" She asked.
" The writing on the wall!" He said shaking his finger at a black note written on the far wall. Again, tugging on her hand, he said. " Let's get to safety!" The dark note plastered on the wall told of dark times in the Wizarding world, and how He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wasn't back, but he still had his followers to carry on his evil. Once safe, they went to bed. Harry woke up the next morning to face a first year girl with shiny brown hair, and a round face staring at him with a sympathetic look. " Who ARE you?" He asked.
" Chelsea White." She squeaked shuffling her feet.
" Are you a Gryffindor?" He asked sitting up.
" Yes." She softly answered.
" Why are you here?" Harry asked. He looked around " Why are we in the nurses office?"
She pointed at a hooded figure. " You're dead." The walls started to close in, and all of a sudden, he was really awake.
" What a wacky dream." He said coming downstairs. The only person there was the little girl in his dream.
" You're dead." She said in the same tone as in the dream. He was scared, so he ran out of the common room, and found Ron.
" There's this freaky little girl who keeps on popping up everywhere telling me I'm dead!" He panted.
" We'll you aren't." Ron said after examining him.
" I know." Harry said shrugging his shoulders. " But I think there's something going on with that little girl. Like she's a projection from the past."
" Oh, come on." Ron said slapping his knees.
" I know there's something weird going on." Harry protested.
" Look, we'll try to find her picture in the yearbook, and if it is there, then we'll know she's real, and we'll contact her, and uhh you know, ask questions."
" Maybe you're right."
Although, the next night, he had another dream with the little girl in it. They were standing in some sort of dungeon. The little girl came up to Harry and said, " I'm Chelsea, you are dead." She tugged on his arm trying to lead him into a bright light.
He woke up screaming. Ron ran in with a yearbook.
" I found her!" He brushed some dust off the cover to reveal in gold plated letters, 1922. " She's in THIS book. You were right! She WAS a projection from the past!"
" What did I tell you?"
" Her name is Chelsea White. She died a few years ago at the age of 93!" Ron panted pointing to the black and white photo. He looked at Harry, and said, " This must be some sort of warning from the past! Has this happened before?"
" Not that I know of." Hermionie said sitting in the chair next to Ron.
" We'll just have to find out." Harry said.
" Anyway." Ron said. " We'll have to wait to at least TRY to find out."
" I know how we can find out." Parvati budded in.
" And how?" Hermionie asked crossing her arms.
" By listening to the walls." Parvati said.
" That's nuts!" Ron said shaking his head.
" Oh am I?" Parvati said. Then left the room.
" Beyond nuts." Hermionie said.
" Who couldn't see that?"
" The walls?" Neville asked.
" Yup."
" I think I might know what she means! Follow me." He motioned for them to follow him.
" The library?" Ron said once they got through the wooden doors.
" Yup." Neville answered. " Here, we can find a complete record book on whatever has happened here. But, I don't know how to get the book. I don't even know if it's real. You'll have to look it up in Hogwarts a History." He finished.
" O.K then." Hermionie said. " I'll get the book." She searched the shelves for a few seconds, and then took an old thick brown book out. " Here it is." She skimmed through the chapters, until finally, she found mythical books. She pointed to a section with a picture of a blood red book on it. Harry took the book. " It says that this book is rumored to be located in the area in this riddle."
My branches are sharp My fairies play harp If you dare come to me Then you shall see My wrath and power in no more than an hour I can be seen From all that can wing So if you enhance You will not have a chance In my woods you will see Monsters, and me Branches and trees Beasts and bees Come to me if you dare You must have care To beat through the stone.
" It's obvious!" Hermionie said excitedly. " It's the Forbidden Forest! Lets go get Hagrid!"
In the forest, the monsters stayed away because of Hagrid. In the middle, there was a clearing with the blood red book in it! Harry picked it up. It's pages turned, and the book closed. It floated above Ron's head. Hovered there for a moment, and then took off towards the castle. They followed it. It stopped in front, and then it ran into the walls. They gave up, and walked into the common room, and got ready for bed. " So it's you that wants to hear, The Tale of Years." A Slytherin girl said who had a long pointy face, paleish reddish skin (The reason at the time is unknown), and dark blonde hair. (She reminded Harry a little of both Parvati, Hermionie, and Malfoy) stopped Harry, Ron, and Hermionie in the hall the next morning.
" Excuse emuah?" Ron said.
" THE TALE OF YEARS!" She started to loose her temper, but was calmed down again. " You know, the umm, blood red book in that glass case down the hall."
" Down the hall!?" They ran to the case.
" So that's were it went." Ron looked at it.
" Let's read it." They all helped unlock the case. It read,
THE TALE OF YEARS
Long, long ago Deatheaters ( deth,etrs) were just A new type of evil. But when You-Know-Who Took over, they were more then just evil, they Were killers. They would take good people, and Bring them over to the dark side. If they were Just in a playful mood, they would kill them. These predictions for 203 tell us that we might be In for another attack in a few years. Let's hope Not, because if there is, then we will no longer be Armed, and the earth will be doomed! Hermionie flipped through the rest of the pages. " Uhh, we get the point." She closed the book. " Now, we know that this has happened before, except in a different place. So why have the Deatheaters chosen the area opposite of the book? Is there some sort of boundary line there so they can't cross?"
" What did I tell you?" Hermionie said.
" That's really not something to be proud of." Harry said budding in.
" I know." She answered. " But for once, it felt good to save the day. Uhhhhh sorta." There was a sudden mad dash. Kids after kids piling together in the hall. They were all screaming, and cowering in fear. Finally getting loose, Chester came up to them and panted
" The Deatheater is in the building!!!" He tugged on Ron's hand " C'mon! We've gotta go to the common room!"
" Hold on." Hermionie said.
" What?" Chester asked impatiently.
" How did you know?" She asked.
" The writing on the wall!" He said shaking his finger at a black note written on the far wall. Again, tugging on her hand, he said. " Let's get to safety!" The dark note plastered on the wall told of dark times in the Wizarding world, and how He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wasn't back, but he still had his followers to carry on his evil. Once safe, they went to bed. Harry woke up the next morning to face a first year girl with shiny brown hair, and a round face staring at him with a sympathetic look. " Who ARE you?" He asked.
" Chelsea White." She squeaked shuffling her feet.
" Are you a Gryffindor?" He asked sitting up.
" Yes." She softly answered.
" Why are you here?" Harry asked. He looked around " Why are we in the nurses office?"
She pointed at a hooded figure. " You're dead." The walls started to close in, and all of a sudden, he was really awake.
" What a wacky dream." He said coming downstairs. The only person there was the little girl in his dream.
" You're dead." She said in the same tone as in the dream. He was scared, so he ran out of the common room, and found Ron.
" There's this freaky little girl who keeps on popping up everywhere telling me I'm dead!" He panted.
" We'll you aren't." Ron said after examining him.
" I know." Harry said shrugging his shoulders. " But I think there's something going on with that little girl. Like she's a projection from the past."
" Oh, come on." Ron said slapping his knees.
" I know there's something weird going on." Harry protested.
" Look, we'll try to find her picture in the yearbook, and if it is there, then we'll know she's real, and we'll contact her, and uhh you know, ask questions."
" Maybe you're right."
Although, the next night, he had another dream with the little girl in it. They were standing in some sort of dungeon. The little girl came up to Harry and said, " I'm Chelsea, you are dead." She tugged on his arm trying to lead him into a bright light.
He woke up screaming. Ron ran in with a yearbook.
" I found her!" He brushed some dust off the cover to reveal in gold plated letters, 1922. " She's in THIS book. You were right! She WAS a projection from the past!"
" What did I tell you?"
" Her name is Chelsea White. She died a few years ago at the age of 93!" Ron panted pointing to the black and white photo. He looked at Harry, and said, " This must be some sort of warning from the past! Has this happened before?"
" Not that I know of." Hermionie said sitting in the chair next to Ron.
" We'll just have to find out." Harry said.
" Anyway." Ron said. " We'll have to wait to at least TRY to find out."
" I know how we can find out." Parvati budded in.
" And how?" Hermionie asked crossing her arms.
" By listening to the walls." Parvati said.
" That's nuts!" Ron said shaking his head.
" Oh am I?" Parvati said. Then left the room.
" Beyond nuts." Hermionie said.
" Who couldn't see that?"
" The walls?" Neville asked.
" Yup."
" I think I might know what she means! Follow me." He motioned for them to follow him.
" The library?" Ron said once they got through the wooden doors.
" Yup." Neville answered. " Here, we can find a complete record book on whatever has happened here. But, I don't know how to get the book. I don't even know if it's real. You'll have to look it up in Hogwarts a History." He finished.
" O.K then." Hermionie said. " I'll get the book." She searched the shelves for a few seconds, and then took an old thick brown book out. " Here it is." She skimmed through the chapters, until finally, she found mythical books. She pointed to a section with a picture of a blood red book on it. Harry took the book. " It says that this book is rumored to be located in the area in this riddle."
My branches are sharp My fairies play harp If you dare come to me Then you shall see My wrath and power in no more than an hour I can be seen From all that can wing So if you enhance You will not have a chance In my woods you will see Monsters, and me Branches and trees Beasts and bees Come to me if you dare You must have care To beat through the stone.
" It's obvious!" Hermionie said excitedly. " It's the Forbidden Forest! Lets go get Hagrid!"
In the forest, the monsters stayed away because of Hagrid. In the middle, there was a clearing with the blood red book in it! Harry picked it up. It's pages turned, and the book closed. It floated above Ron's head. Hovered there for a moment, and then took off towards the castle. They followed it. It stopped in front, and then it ran into the walls. They gave up, and walked into the common room, and got ready for bed. " So it's you that wants to hear, The Tale of Years." A Slytherin girl said who had a long pointy face, paleish reddish skin (The reason at the time is unknown), and dark blonde hair. (She reminded Harry a little of both Parvati, Hermionie, and Malfoy) stopped Harry, Ron, and Hermionie in the hall the next morning.
" Excuse emuah?" Ron said.
" THE TALE OF YEARS!" She started to loose her temper, but was calmed down again. " You know, the umm, blood red book in that glass case down the hall."
" Down the hall!?" They ran to the case.
" So that's were it went." Ron looked at it.
" Let's read it." They all helped unlock the case. It read,
THE TALE OF YEARS
Long, long ago Deatheaters ( deth,etrs) were just A new type of evil. But when You-Know-Who Took over, they were more then just evil, they Were killers. They would take good people, and Bring them over to the dark side. If they were Just in a playful mood, they would kill them. These predictions for 203 tell us that we might be In for another attack in a few years. Let's hope Not, because if there is, then we will no longer be Armed, and the earth will be doomed! Hermionie flipped through the rest of the pages. " Uhh, we get the point." She closed the book. " Now, we know that this has happened before, except in a different place. So why have the Deatheaters chosen the area opposite of the book? Is there some sort of boundary line there so they can't cross?"