by:Gemin16
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter but I do own Kitrina, Kalvin, Lady and any other character that's not in the story. (I think those are the only three). Oh, I also own this plot.
Chapter 5: Reality Check
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Hermione sat at her desk inside her room studying an intermediate book on charms. She was quickly catching up to the education level of her age to the amaze of Professor McGonagall and the other elders. In the almost four months of living here, she was to the level of a fourth year. (A/N: Let's pretend that Hermione is this smart for the sake of my story and remember people, it's an AU.) At every second that she could spare she would sit down and study, much to the annoyance of Harry and Ron, who were fast becoming her very best friends.
It shocked Hermione that two rough, immature, none scholarly, hormone driven, teenage boys could possibly become her best friends but it was the earnest truth. They spent a lot of time together laughing, talking and doing all sorts of things, when Harry and Ron weren't getting themselves into trouble. On this particular afternoon, Hedwig had delivered a note telling her that they would be spending two hours in detention with Snape. I wonder what they did this time? Hermione thought to herself with a laugh. Last time they had detention, it was because they were caught throwing mud on the school grounds. Hermione just rolled her eyes at them when she heard.
They practically did everything together when they could, from walking in Hogsmeade to studying together. Even though Hermione was two years below their grade level she could still help them with their homework and get them good marks. In return they should her that their was such thing as having fun outside of books and studying. They introduced her to Honeydukes, the best candy store in the city; Ron's brothers, Fred and George, showed her their latest jokes (she had to make a very heavy reminder to herself not to accept any food from them when they were at their worst.) Not even her old best friend Amber did any of the things with Hermione like Ron and Harry did.
Hermione sighed as she looked out her tower window and watched the people fly around on their broomsticks. She didn't exactly fear hights but she avoided it whenever she could. The fact that people could ride five inch wide sticks amazed her, but then of course she realized that it was magic that made the brooms so safe.
Turning away from the window she looked at the rest of her room. With an allowance that the elders gave her she brought some small things that made it her own room. A few books that she found interest, a small unicorn figurine that moved around, and one of her personal favorites was a small wind chime with enchanted crystals on it that would reflect different shapes on her wall. The best thing about it was that it took in the moonlight and the sunlight and filled her room with more life than it already had. The wind gave a soft howl as the chime sang and the crystals reflected a blue light all around her room landing a small patch on a brown sleeping form's eyes.
Kitrina gave a small yawn as she covered her eyes with the tip of her tale. The girl often stayed in her fox form when she was relaxing and found a favorite sleeping spot on Hermione's bed with Crookshanks. Kitrina was full of optimistic ideas and loved to laugh. When she wasn't bouncing around the walls she would hang around with Hermione and read along with her but it was obvious that she enjoyed sleeping more than anything. Hermione gave a small laugh as she watched Kitrina yawn swiftly and dig into her bed sheets. "For someone who slept for three hundred years and has been stuck inside an eighteen inch jar for over fifty years, she sure does love to lay around," she said to Crookshanks, who was cleaning himself on the floor. Hermione gave him an amuzing smirk. "Of course you do the same thing, too." Crookshanks gave a small meow and went onto cleaning his back.
Hermione sighed and went back to her book.
Knock Knock Knock
Hermione looked up and wondered where the knocking was coming from. It was too light to be coming from her door, it wasn't coming from Crookshanks or Kitrina. She didn't even think to look behind her.
"Uh hello?- Hermione?"
Hermione turned around and looked strait into Harry and Ron's faces outside her window. She gave a small shriek as she saw them staring at her. "Harry? Ron? What are you doing?" She stood at the window and looked out further and saw that they were on broomsticks.
"It's called flying," Harry said to her. "I take it that you didn't get our owl yet?"
"What owl?" Hermione asked. "I got the owl about the detention from Hedwig, if that's what you mean; other than that I didn't get any other owl." Ron gave a loud sigh and looked at Harry with a frustrated look.
"I told you we shouldn't have used Pig," he said to Harry.
"I would have least thought that if we sent him more than three hours ago that he would have made it by now."
"I bet he was blown away by the wind. It's a bit breezy today."
"He probably flew into the wrong window again."
As Ron and Harry discussed the mishaps of Pigwideon, Hermione looked at the sky and saw a small grey lump flying towards her. She caught it and held the little owl within her hands. Attached to Pig's leg was a small note that covered the tiny little stick. She took it off and read the note.
Hermione,
After detention we have Quidditch practice. We'll stop by your window and pick you up if you want to come.
Harry and Ron
Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked at the two. "Ahem," she said.
Ron looked at her and saw Pig. "It's about time," he said to the owl. Pig flew over and landed (or more like ran into) Ron's shoulder and gave him an affectionate nip at his ear.
"So now that you've recieved the note," Harry said to Hermione, "you want to come to Quidditch practice with us?"
Hermione thought for a moment. She had heard about Quidditch and knew it was the biggest sport in the wizarding world. It dealt with brooms and balls, and that's where she left it at; she wasn't very interested in any type of sport. "I think I should stay and study," she said to them.
Ron and Harry groaned. "Honestly Hermione how long have you been studying? Since McGonagall let you out of your classes?" Ron asked her. "Come on and enjoy yourself. Ginny said she'd meet us there so you can hang out with her while me and Harry practice. We'll go to the Three Broomsticks afterwards."
"Come on and take a break," Harry told her.
"Well okay, I'll meet you downstairs," Hermione told them.
"Why?" Harry asked her. "You could just ride with one of us."
Hermione went pale for a second. She didn't mind heights but flying in midair wasn't exactly what she had in mind. "What's wrong? Are you afraid of heights?" Ron asked her.
"Well-"
Harry shook his head with a smile. "Listen, it's quick and smoothe on the way to the stadium. It's on the other side of town and should take no more than fifteen minutes to get there. It's better than walking for forty-five minutes."
"If you say so," Hermione said reluctantly.
"Then you can ride with Ron," Harry said. "His broom isn't as rough as mine is."
Hermione nodded and went to grab her cloack and put it on. She stood over Kitrina's form and was about to tap her when she opened an eyelid, nodded, and covered her face with her tail again making a small yawning noise. Which signaled to Hermione that she knew where she was off to. She stiffled a laugh and gave Crookshanks a rubbed him under his chin. "Bye, Sweety." She went to the window and looked at Ron.
Ron smiled at her."Relax, we're only about seventy feet above the ground." He saw the look on Hermione's face get even paler. "Don't worry, I'll keep it steady for you," he said flying closer to her window. Hermione held onto his shoulder and slid in behind him. He held onto her arm as she steaded herself. Crookshanks stood at the window sill as Ron and Harry steered their brooms away from the window. "Just hold onto me and hang on." Hermione placed her arms around him and held on for dear life as they flew away from the castle.
"So both of you play on the Quidditch team?" she asked them.
"Well I play the Seeker position," Harry told her. "And Ron is a reserve for Keeper and Chaser. We play for the Gryffindor Lions, one of the local teams."
"What are the others?"
"Well there's Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin," Ron said. "Slytherin is our biggest rival, we have a game against them next week." He had a look of disgust on his face. A harsh wind blew by them, causing Hermione to hold on tighter to Ron. His didn't say anything but his ears went slightly pink.
"I take it you don't like them very much."
"To make it simple, Snape is a big supporter of them and you know how we feel about him. Not only that but Malfoy is apart of that team."
Hermione looked questioningly at him. "Who's Malfoy?"
Ron sumed it up for her. "The biggest-" He called him something pretty violent that made Hermione give him a severe look.
Harry was laughing. "That pretty much describes him."
Sensing that she should change the subject Hermione turned back to Quidditch. "So exactly how do you play?"
"There's two teams," Ron started.
"With seven players on each side," Harry finished. "There are exactly three hoops on each side of the field."
"There are four balls. A red ball called a Quaffle, two black ones called Bludgers, and a tiny golden one called a Snitch."
"There are four positions, Chaser, Beater, Keeper and Seeker."
"And what do they do?" Hermione asked but her question was never answered because they reached the Quidditch stadium. It reminded Hermione of a football (A/N: I'm talking about Britian's football) field except slightly larger. It was round and the stands went in pairs about fifty feet int he air. Banners hung all around revealing colors of yellow, green, scarlet and blue. Like in Harry's decription exactly three hoops, different heights, were positioned on each side of the field. Ron let her off and hoped off his broom. Miraculously, the ride on the way over was actually very enjoyable and the only rough part was when the wind blew.
"Potter, Weasley, get over here! Your late!" A voice called to them from the field. All three of them turned around and saw a bunch of people with brooms. One of them, obviously the team captain, was the one yelling at them.
"Better get going before Oliver blows a cauldron," Harry muttered. He pointed Hermione to one of the stands nearby. "You can wait there, Ginny should be here at any moment. She did say she was coming, right Ron?"
"That's what she told me at school. Said she had notin' to do and wanted to see Hermione." Ron just shrugged and walked off with Harry. "Just wait there, she should come at any moment."
Hermione sighed and went to go sit in the stands. "If I knew I was just going to sit around and watch, I would have brought a book with me."
"Why when you have me to talk to?"a voice said from behind her. Hermione turned around and saw Ginny walking over to sit next to her, still dressed in her school robes. She was about the same height as Hermione and looked like the other Weasleys with red hair but brown instead of blue eyes. "Is practice about to start?"
"I guess so. Everyone is just standing around."
"Wood always gives everyone a good briefing before each practice except it takes about a half an hour to do that. He takes it the most serious out of them all."
"Exactly how do you play Quidditch?" Hermione asked.
Ginny looked up at the field and thought. "It's a bit complicated to explain but here's my way of explaining it. There are exactly four balls, each one having its own purpose. The red one is the Quaffle. It's the Chaser's job to pass the Quaffle around until it ends up going into one of the goals on each side. Scoring a goal is worth ten points and it is the Keeper's duty to bloack the Quaffle from scoring."
"I understand that, but what about the others? Blugers and a Snit, I think?"
Ginny laughed. "Something like that. While the Quaffle is in the air, there are two black balls called Bludgers. They're enchanted to fly around and run into the players."
Hermione looked at her. "But isn't that dangerous?"
"That's why the Beaters are there. They go around with clubs and make sure none of the Bludgers hit any of their team players. Fred and George are the Beaters for this team. They also aim the Bludgers to the other team's players. The last ball is called the Snitch. It's a tiny little golden ball with wings that flys all over hte place. Once it's caught the game is over and the team earns one-hundred and fifty points. It's the Seeker's job to catch it. They have the hardest position because the Snitch is so small and quick."
"That's the position Harry plays, right?"
"Correct."
"And Ron plays the Keeper and Chaser position?"
"As a reserve," Ginny said nodding.
Hermione looked at the other players, each one was wearing some old scarlet robes and had a broom in their hands. "Then who are the other players?" Ginny sat there and explained everything to her. Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell were the Chasers the Captain, Oliver Wood, was the Keeper. The other reserve player was a school-mate of Harry and Ron's, Seamus Finnigan. She watched as all of them practiced with mild interest and spoke with Ginny.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Ginny asked her.
"I'd rather be studying than watching teenagers play on broomsticks," Hermione said dryly.
"No, silly, I meant here in the city. I only met you once when you visited with Ron, we really haven't sat down and spoken with each other. I really haven't scene you around as much as I thought I would." Ginny had heard all about Hermione's ordeal from Ron. Not too many people knew the whole tale, most just thought Hermione as a foreign traveler living coming to live in the city.
"Oh, well I'm really enjoying myself, I never knew that worlds like this existed, nevertheless in books. I could only dream about making this my reality."
Ginny smiled. "So what did you do in your old world?"
"I don't know," Hermione said shugging. "I would usually read and study, sometimes I would visit the museums or galleries when I wasn't too busy."
Ginny gave her a weird look. "What?" Hermione asked.
"Didn't you ever hang out with any of your friends?" Ginny asked her.
Hermione turned a little red. "Well I guess I haven't had a real friend since Amber left."
"Amber?"
"She was my best friend up till I was eleven, then she had to move far away. I haven't spoken to her in the longest of times. No one else has ever really bothered trying to be my friend."
"Wow, it must have been lonely," Ginny said.
"I never really realized how lonely I was till I came here," Hermione said leaning back against the stands. "Then I met Harry, Ron, you, and the others and well look at me." She smiled and laughed. "I'm training to be a witch, I live in the government building with my lazy cat and I'm having fun." She laughed again. I never thought I'd have this much fun with King Author or Nancy Drew, she thought to herself as she spoke more with Ginny.
Right after practice, the whole team went to the Three Broomsticks for a pre-game party. The Gryffindor Lions were one of the most popular teams in the country . In four days they were going to play a game against the local Slytherin team. As they entered the tavern, many people were already in there since it was after the working hours. The tavern was warm and the air was filled with smoke from the fire.
Madam Rosemerta was the owner of the tavern and was busy giving everyone what they ordered. Her high heels were heard cliclking all over as she greeted the customers. "Good afternoon to ye' all, go ahead and take a seat and I'll have one of my kids get your order," she said with a smile and balencing two trays filled with oranges drinks. Everyone went towards their own spot. Wood went to towards his own spot to work out more Quidditch tactics ("One track mind, that guy," Ron said); Fred, George, and the girls went off to another table to meet with thier friend, Lee Jordan. Seamus had seen his best friend, Dean Thomas, and went to go talk with him. Harry and the others went to a table near the end of the tavern and took their seats.
A young man wearing purple robes and a waiter band around his left arm came and took their orders. "Hullo, what can I get you today?"
"Butterbeers for all of us," Harry told him. The waiter nodded and left to go fetch their drinks.
"What's a Butterbeer?" Hermione asked.
"It's drink of the house," Ron told her. "It's sweet and warm. Trust me, you'll love it." He licked his lips to prove his point.
"It's Madam Rosemerta's specialty besides her spiced mead," Ginny told her.
He looked over to the side of the tavern and noticed some old schoolmates of his that he graduated with last year. They being the Weasley twins and their "triplet" Jordan with Spinnet, Bell, and Johnson. He had been associates with them. Kalvin didn't have friends, he had associates. A mercenary didn't need friends in their life book, they didn't have time for friends. They would just get in the way. He watched as Alicia punch Lee in the arm for something he said. He backed away from her with his goofy smile and continued to pester her, as Fred and George laughed. Kalvin shook his head and went back to his book. Distractions like that would ruin what he strived for, he just didn't want to screw up like his old man did.
Kalvin lived alone in the Paradox home, his mother died in the hands of a troll when he was six and remembered little about her. His father raised him with the assistance of Lady and taught him everything he needed to know about being a mercenary, even if Kalvin's interest weren't always into it. Despite that, one thing that Kalvin had inherited from his mother was her keen eye and ability to gain more from one's mistakes. He saw all his father's error and improved them for himself. Ever since his father's death three years ago, Kalvin separated himself from the rest of the world only confiding in Lady when he had to get something off his chest.
He shrugged as he turned the other direction, the crowded tavern was how he liked it. That way he would seem like just another bystander to everyone else.
He turned another page in his book when bright sparks came flying in through the door and windows and explosions could be heard from the outside coming in. People from inside the tavern started screaming as ten men dressed in black and wearing mask came inside wands drawn and yelling out threats. Kalvin ducked behind the table like everyone else, it wasn't that he was afraid but he knew better than to get in the way of the Death Eaters. It took a few minutes and a few more shots were fired until everyone was silent and then the tallest and biggest of the hooded figures shouted among everyone.
"SILENCE or the kid gets the curse! We demand to see Phillip O'Connel, we know he's here!" He grabbed a teenage boy by the hair and pulled him towards him, his wand at the boy's head. " Come out or the boy gets it!" A few wizards tried to take out their wands but the Death Eaters were quick about it. They pointed their wands and shouted out the Cruciatus Curse, making the bold wizards dub over in pain. Kalvin shook his head, he was all ready noticing mistakes as he kept quiet.
Finally a short wizard, with square glasses stood up slowly droping his wand on the floor. "Leave the boy alone, I'm the one you want." Immediately, one of the Death Eaters grabbed him by his robes and pinned him against the wall with a spell.
"Where's the item?!" he demanded as O'Connel was being pinned.
"What are you talking about?" O'Connel said.
"Your the head of Magical Talismans! Dammit where the hell is the item?" Just then a group of wizards could be heard outside the Three Broomsticks and the leader made a motion. Four of the Death Eaters beside him shouted out a spell and all of the glass tankards and windows exploded spreading glass and drinks everywhere. The leader threw down the boy and was the first to Apparate out of the tavern with the others following. A second later the first Auror stepped in, obviously too late. Kalvin sighed as he wipped off the glass from his robes.
"Looks like Voldemort is getting desperate." His brown eyebrows narrowed. "I wonder what for?"
The leader stood powerfully out in front as the group quieted down. His masked kept any identity hidden secret but his stance in front of everyone showed that he indeed was a confident and powerful wizard. His eyes searched as people around him and the others looked back at him with either hateful or frightened glances. Hermione could feel her heart multiply each beat and hear her shallow breath as she watched his eyes search the room. Before anyone could react, the leader reached out and grabbed a blond kid, about fifteen, by the hair and pull him up aiming his wand at the teen's throat.
"SILENCE or the kid gets the curse!" Hermione could see the leader's grip tighten around his wand. "We demand to see Phillip O'Connel, we know he's here! Come out or the kid gets it!" A moment of silence followed and out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw a wizard jump up and try to curse the Death Eaters but they reacted to fast. The wizard was down on the ground with the Cruciatus curse on him. After that, a small wizard stood up and dropped his wand. "Leave the boy alone, I'm the one you want," he said. One of the Death Eaters grabbed him by his robes and pinned him against the wall.
"Where's the item?!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Your the head of Magical Talismans. Dammit where the hell is the item!" Hermione's eyes widened when he mentioned an item. She looked at Harry and then at Ron. Each nodded. They knew that the Death Eaters were talking about Merlin's items.
Just then a sound outside the tavern could be heard and the Death Eaters released O'Connel and the boy and a few of them yelled out a spell. The next moment, Hermione felt glass all around her shatter and fly everywhere and the drinks that were inside spread everywhere. She winced as she felt glass from a tankard cut her hand. After a second she glanced back at the front where the Death Eaters were gone and a new group of wizards stood where they were.
She sat up and looked around. People were wiping glass and checking to see if everyone around them were okay. Obviously not, someone was crying over a still body. She quickly turned around and saw Ron help Ginny up with Fred and George running towards them. Ginny was a little shaken but otherwise okay and had tears in her eyes. Ron looked slightly disturned but otherwise normal. Hermione wondered how he could stay calm. She was on the verge of letting out a scream.
It's okay, Hermione, she said to herself. Your okay and so are your friends. She jumped as she felt a hand touch her shoulder, it was Harry. He looked at her. "Are you all right?"
"I'll be all right," she lied. She was actually pretty scared. She shook the thought out of her head and looked around, Ron was still with Ginny and was talking with Fred and George.
"Listen take Ginny home, and I'll be back as soon as I can. I'm going to make sure that Hermione gets back okay with Harry. Tell Mum that I'll probably catch dinner over at the castle with Dad and Percy, if I can't make it home on time," she heard him say. He nodded and walked quickly back to Hermione and Harry. He scratched his ear. "That was lovely," he said to himself.
"Is everyone okay?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, Ginny will be all right. Fred and George are going to take her home along with the others." He paused. "Hey Hermione, your hand is bleeding." Hermione looked at her hand and saw the inch long gash on her right hand, which was bleeding slowly.
"It's nothing, don't worry about it," she started to say but Harry grabbed a rag from the table and covered her hand. "We'll see Madam Pomfrey at the castle when we get back. We need to go, I have a feeling we need to see Kitrina." They left the tavern after talking with Aurors for a minute, with one of them healing Hermione's hand and the few cuts on Ron and Harry. It was dark when they finally got out and the streets were lively with chatter and gossip from the residence around. They're were people walking and yelling at each other from far away. Hermione ignored it because she was still a little shaken but kept quiet until they were almost to the castle, when Harry spoke up.
"They were definitely searching for an item."
"Probably the one being guarded by the humans," Hermione said.
"You don't think?" Ron started out.
"No," Hermione said. "Kitrina would have known if You-Know-Who had another one."
"We need to find the next one as soon as possible," Harry said. "If we have one then Voldemort can't have complete power over them all. That's what Kitrina said right?"
"Yeah, she said the items full power could only be reached when all six were placed together," Ron said. "So where do we start? We know that there's an item with the humans, the giants, the mermaids and dwarves, the fairies and pixies, and the unicorns and centaurs."
"Where exactly do half of them live?" Hermione asked.
"Most of them within the forbidden forest," Ron told her, "beyond the lake and on the other side of the creek."
"That's going to be a trip of its own," Harry said.
"Another thing we have to worry about is getting a hold of the leaders," Hermione said, "they're the ones who hold the task and the item." They were inside the castle and walking up to the Great Hall, where most of the elders were. The three of them entered only to see a jumble of wizards and witches running around like mad with owls flying in and out. They stood there for about five minutes until Penelope finally saw the three of them.
"Oh thank goodness your here Hermione, Harry," she said panting, she had been running around like mad. "Ron, Percy has been wondering about you and the others."
"We're fine, what's happening?" Harry asked her.
"There's been attacks by Death Eaters all over," she said, "Fifteen dead and at least fifty injured. It's been happening all afternoon. They come and go and only two have been caught. They seem to be after something but no one knows what."
"You mean they didn't just attack the Three Broomsticks?" Ron asked.
"You were at the Three Broomsticks?"
"Yeah," Hermione answered. "We were there when the whole thing happened."
"You weren't hurt were you?"
"No, we're just fine, did the Death Eaters find anything?" Harry asked
"Not that I know of." Someone called Penelope's name, she nodded to the trio and left. Harry looked at them. "Well it looks like Voldemort is going on a searching frenzy."
Ron winced. "I agree. Maybe we should leave here and find someplace quieter to talk. This place is too loud." People were running everywhere. They turned and left the room and headed to the library, where it was bound to be quiet and deserted. On their way there, they came upon an interesting duo.
"Crookshanks, what are you doing?" Hermione asked picking up her cat. He meowed and looked towards the darken hall where a small yelp could be heard. Kitrina poped out in front of them running her head.
"That's the last time I jump down that flight of stairs," she mumbled to herself, when she spotted her friends. "Hello."
"What were you up to?" Ron asked her.
"Oh, I was just on my way to the kitchens for something to eat. I happen to be very found of their chicken pies." she said drifting off, then she looked at them. "What's with all the long faces?"
"Voldemort is searching the whole city for all the items," Hermione told her. Kitrina looked a little shocked.
"He's not going to find anything here," she said. "At least not anything belonging to the magical creatures."
"What? Why?" Harry asked.
"Well after the robbery of the Goblin's item, almost all magical creatures re-hid their items to make sure they weren't stolen. That's why Headfang left so early."
"And when exactly were you going to tell us this?" Ron asked.
Kitrina scratched her nose. "Well I just kinda realized it today, it's only been a week since the last incident. It would have taken time."
"Well that's good to hear that You-Know-Who has to go about searching like we do, but the question is. Where exactly are we going to find these creatures?" Hermione asked her. "The Goblin item was just lucky." All of a sudden, large heavy footsteps could be heard in the hallway. Kitrina gulped and quickly went into her fox form and ran under Harry's robes, where she couldn't be seen. The footsteps got louder and finally, the owner came into sight. It was the forest keeper, Hagrid.
" 'ullo Harry, Ron. Good day to you too, Hermione. How are things coming along?"
"We're okay, Hagrid," Harry said to his friend. Hermione had seen Hagrid a few times inside the castle and was even introduced to him by Dumbledore and McGonagall. He was knidly and extremly tall, always wearing an overcoat full of many "interesting" items. He was usual business was to talk with Harry or Dumbledore.
"That's good to hear. Ron, are you going to patrol later on?"
"Uhh yeah, I'll get to you on that tomorrow. I'll send Pig with a note."
"All 'ight then. I'll talk to you later. I need to get somewhere out in Diagon Ally." He left with a smile.
Hermione looked at Ron. "Patrol? Is that what you were doing the first time we met?"
Ron looked up at the ceiling. "All I do is make sure no one has been disturbing the land or animals. That's all." He was interupted bny Kitrina sticking her head out of Harry's robes. She looked both ways and then changed back into her human form.
"That was close, I wouldn't want to be seen by anyone. Okay back to your question, Mione, why don't you just ask that man that just past. What was his name? Hagrid?"
"Why would we want to ask him?" Hermione asked.
"He's a giant."
"He's a what?" all three of them asked completely shocked.
"A g-giant," she said surprised. "Okay, acually he's most likely part giant, but he's a giant in all. Didn't you know?"
"I always thought he was just really big," Ron said.
"Now that you think about it, he is rather tall for a person," Hermione said.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked Kitrina.
She nodded. "Very, he gives off the feeling of a giant. Master was very good friends with one. Kluppo was his name, I think."
Harry smiled. "If he is a giant, then we can get their item before Voldemort does. That next item should be as good as ours by the end of the week!"
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Yikes. Sorry that took so long to post, minor writers block and I've been really busy with competitions of all sorts. The next chapter should be up soon with Spring Break next week. I'm working on a Ginny story and I have a Ron story in mind but they shouldn't affect my writing for Storybook Crisis. This really wasn't much of a chapter I guess but it's a prequel to the next chapter which will be filled with action-packed goodness!
Thanks to the following for reading:
Weasley, Weasley, and Jordan; Adnap Nottap, shadowcat, BLUETREELEAVES, Mizzy-Izzumi, Funkiechick, DecrepitMonkey58, and clara200. Thanks a bunch!
Nothing else except I need a volunteer to be my beta-reader for a lot of my stories, which are mostly anime and Harry Potter and it may resort to other genres. Any volunteers?
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Beyond Redemtion was a good fic by Davesmom and her other fics prove to be real good. That's really all for now.
Toodles,
Gemin16