Draco flung himself back onto the floor to avoid the swinging wall. Red hot
pain seared though his head and he groaned. "For carpeting, this floor sure
isn't very soft.. Wait!" He looked cautiously all around him. He was not
longer in the same hallway. He was now lying on stone flooring.
"What the-" His thought was interrupted by laughter. The laughter, he concluded, of a female. It seemed to come from all around him. It was a dark, evil sort of laughter and it made him shiver like mad. Draco's eyes searched for the source of the noise. He was unsucessfull in his attempts and sat helplessly as the cackling faded away slowly.
"Alrighty then.." Draco muttered sarcastically. Even though he was terrified and completely and utterly alone, he still felt the need to be his old, cocky self. To one who may have been observing him, he looked totally unafraid. Draco pulled himself up from the cold floor and examined the room which he was now in.
The walls were a dark purplish color, almost scarlet like the carpted halls had been. All four walls were covered with dusty books, piled how up to the ceiling. The shelves which should have been holding these books, observed Draco, somewhat ammused, were invisible and giving off the appearance that the thousands of books were being suspended in thin air. "I've never seen someone bewitch books to make them do that.."
Draco slowly to circled the room's large perimeter and examined a few of the titles, reading them aloud as he walked. "Harry Potter: The Autobiography of the Boy Who Survived." He sneared and muttered a fowl obscenity under his breath before continuing. "The Dark Lord's Neverending Reign." He found that title to be slightly odd, but he continued on nonetheless. "History of Hogwarts, the Breeding Place of Several of the Most Evil Witches and Wizards of all time."
As Draco read the last title, he stopped abruptly, so abruptly that he lost his footing and fell, again onto the hard, stone flooring. "What? Breeding place of what?" He scrambled quickly back onto his feet and plucked the book off of it's place on the invisible shelf. He opened it hurredly. It may have been luck, but the first page in which the book was opened was the page which contained its publishing date.
Draco dropped the book and involuntarily shrank away from it. "No that isn't right." He said, vainly attmepting to make logic out of what he had just read. Slowly, somewhat cynically, he bent down to pick the book up off of the floor. "No, this cannot be..." Draco shook his head in disbelief. "It says here that this book was published November of- of 2064!"
To be continued.....
"What the-" His thought was interrupted by laughter. The laughter, he concluded, of a female. It seemed to come from all around him. It was a dark, evil sort of laughter and it made him shiver like mad. Draco's eyes searched for the source of the noise. He was unsucessfull in his attempts and sat helplessly as the cackling faded away slowly.
"Alrighty then.." Draco muttered sarcastically. Even though he was terrified and completely and utterly alone, he still felt the need to be his old, cocky self. To one who may have been observing him, he looked totally unafraid. Draco pulled himself up from the cold floor and examined the room which he was now in.
The walls were a dark purplish color, almost scarlet like the carpted halls had been. All four walls were covered with dusty books, piled how up to the ceiling. The shelves which should have been holding these books, observed Draco, somewhat ammused, were invisible and giving off the appearance that the thousands of books were being suspended in thin air. "I've never seen someone bewitch books to make them do that.."
Draco slowly to circled the room's large perimeter and examined a few of the titles, reading them aloud as he walked. "Harry Potter: The Autobiography of the Boy Who Survived." He sneared and muttered a fowl obscenity under his breath before continuing. "The Dark Lord's Neverending Reign." He found that title to be slightly odd, but he continued on nonetheless. "History of Hogwarts, the Breeding Place of Several of the Most Evil Witches and Wizards of all time."
As Draco read the last title, he stopped abruptly, so abruptly that he lost his footing and fell, again onto the hard, stone flooring. "What? Breeding place of what?" He scrambled quickly back onto his feet and plucked the book off of it's place on the invisible shelf. He opened it hurredly. It may have been luck, but the first page in which the book was opened was the page which contained its publishing date.
Draco dropped the book and involuntarily shrank away from it. "No that isn't right." He said, vainly attmepting to make logic out of what he had just read. Slowly, somewhat cynically, he bent down to pick the book up off of the floor. "No, this cannot be..." Draco shook his head in disbelief. "It says here that this book was published November of- of 2064!"
To be continued.....