It was an odd sight. Four huge brown eyes, tearing a little from the wind
in their face, wide and watching. A mix of flaming red and deep brown hair
flew through the air. They were sprinting down a corridor, and forgot
where they were going. They passed the gargoyle, and kept going. It took
Hannah a few minutes to realize that they had passed it, and spun around,
and went back the way they came. The pair stopped at the gargoyle, panting
heavily.
"Do-do you know-know the pass-password?" panted Hannah. Ginny couldn't answer she was breathing so heavily. Instead, she shook her head.
"Hello?" Hannah yelled, hoping that Dumbledore was in his office. She waited for a reply. There was none. She tried again.
"Hello? Professor Dumbledore? Are you there?" she screamed. This time, there was an answer. But not the one they wanted.
"Students? Ms. Weasley? Ms. Abbot? What are you doing out of your dormitories? Go back to sleep!" said Professor McGonagall curtly.
"But! But Professor!" remarked Hannah, not sure of what she wanted to say. "Please-"
"Help us!" finished Ginny. "Harry Potter is in the Forbidden Forest dueling He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" All Hannah could do was nod. Professor McGonagall yawned.
"Girls, it is very late, will you please go to sleep?" she, obviously, did not believe them.
"NO!" Hannah whispered loudly, "My brother is about to die! I won't let him! Chocolate Frogs! Fizzing Whizbee! Tooth-flossing String Mints!" it worked. The gargoyle sprung to life, and jumped aside, leaving a path for Hannah and Ginny to disappear into. They had just about made it safely into the office, when Professor McGonagall hopped in front of them, blocking their path.
"NO! I mean--uh--you can't go in there!" she managed to get out.
"And why not?" challenged Ginny, "We are trying to save the life of a innocent boy who is being murdered in the forbidden forest! Why does this not bother you?"
"Ms. Wealsey! Do NOT challenge my authority! It is most defiantly up to me weather or not someone is allowed to disturb the Headmaster! And, no Ginny, it does not bother me that Potter is being slaughtered in the wood. In fact, it amuses me! Please! Go back to your dormitories!" she replied sharply. The two girls started back to their dormitories, whispering on the way. As they got to the opening of the dungeons, they had a plan.
It may not have been the best plan, but it was one all the same. Hannah and Ginny went down to the Slytherin Tower to get started.
They, first, sneaked into the boy's dormitories, and woke Piers.
"Piers!" whispered Hannah, "Please wake up! We need your help!" She shook Piers some, and he finely stirred from his rest.
"Wha-?" he asked them, "what time is it?"
"We don't have time for that, Piers. Can you please come down to the common room? We need to tell you something!" Ginny told him. He, reluctantly, followed the two girls.
When they reached the common room, they all sat down on the long couch, stretching out.
"What do you need, girls?" Piers asked them, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The two began talking rapidly, filling in where the other missed a part.
"What does this have to do with me?" he asked
"Well, you know how Lord Voldemort has his Death Eaters?" asked Hannah. Piers nodded.
"Well, we are going to get another group. Called the Freedom Marchers. It would be just the three of us. We got to go soon though! I reckon that Harry isn't going to last much longer." Ginny told a sleep-ridden Piers. She conjured up some white robes, and the three threw them over their heads, They pulled the hoods over their eyes, and took out their wands.
The group stepped out of the doors, and started into the wood. They walked like mice towards Aragog's wood.
"Oi! Voldemort! Over here! Come and get me, you old snake!" shouted Piers. He had touched a nerve. Voldemort turned from his position, hovering over Harry, and stormed to Piers.
"Don't worry, Harry," came Ginny's soothing voice, "We are here to help!" Hannah and Ginny helped Harry to his feet, and dusted him off. "I will not obey!" screeched Ginny, and Frank Longbottom came rushing over. He took out his wand, and attempted to heal all of Harry's wounds. He was about half done when Tom Riddle realized what they were doing.
"You fool!" he screeched at Frank, "you will pay for this!" He grabbed is wand, and muttered the killing curse. The green color rushed towards Frank, but stopped, millimeters away from him. "Wha-what-wha-" Tom was stuttering.
"You see, Tom," Frank said in a nasty voice, "you have already killed me. I have been dead for about three years. Do you know who I am, Tom?"
"n-n-no?" he replied sheepishly. Which was something that the Death Eaters had never seen before.
"Longbottom, Frank Longbottom." Frank said in a very James Bond way.
"FRANK! YOU! YOU'R ALIVE?"
"No, Master," he said mockingly, "I am NOT alive. I am a shadow."
A/n: Hey people! Whats up? I hope that you like reading this as much as I like writing it! Ravishingly Discreet: Okay, curiosity killed the cat, did it not? Well, that is beside that point. But I am sorry if my my writing style isn't perfect. Who's is? And since I started my story! (That was about the Ms. Abbot and the trio question) It is called acceptance. Yah, so, keep reading people! Have fun! ~Shadun
"Do-do you know-know the pass-password?" panted Hannah. Ginny couldn't answer she was breathing so heavily. Instead, she shook her head.
"Hello?" Hannah yelled, hoping that Dumbledore was in his office. She waited for a reply. There was none. She tried again.
"Hello? Professor Dumbledore? Are you there?" she screamed. This time, there was an answer. But not the one they wanted.
"Students? Ms. Weasley? Ms. Abbot? What are you doing out of your dormitories? Go back to sleep!" said Professor McGonagall curtly.
"But! But Professor!" remarked Hannah, not sure of what she wanted to say. "Please-"
"Help us!" finished Ginny. "Harry Potter is in the Forbidden Forest dueling He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" All Hannah could do was nod. Professor McGonagall yawned.
"Girls, it is very late, will you please go to sleep?" she, obviously, did not believe them.
"NO!" Hannah whispered loudly, "My brother is about to die! I won't let him! Chocolate Frogs! Fizzing Whizbee! Tooth-flossing String Mints!" it worked. The gargoyle sprung to life, and jumped aside, leaving a path for Hannah and Ginny to disappear into. They had just about made it safely into the office, when Professor McGonagall hopped in front of them, blocking their path.
"NO! I mean--uh--you can't go in there!" she managed to get out.
"And why not?" challenged Ginny, "We are trying to save the life of a innocent boy who is being murdered in the forbidden forest! Why does this not bother you?"
"Ms. Wealsey! Do NOT challenge my authority! It is most defiantly up to me weather or not someone is allowed to disturb the Headmaster! And, no Ginny, it does not bother me that Potter is being slaughtered in the wood. In fact, it amuses me! Please! Go back to your dormitories!" she replied sharply. The two girls started back to their dormitories, whispering on the way. As they got to the opening of the dungeons, they had a plan.
It may not have been the best plan, but it was one all the same. Hannah and Ginny went down to the Slytherin Tower to get started.
They, first, sneaked into the boy's dormitories, and woke Piers.
"Piers!" whispered Hannah, "Please wake up! We need your help!" She shook Piers some, and he finely stirred from his rest.
"Wha-?" he asked them, "what time is it?"
"We don't have time for that, Piers. Can you please come down to the common room? We need to tell you something!" Ginny told him. He, reluctantly, followed the two girls.
When they reached the common room, they all sat down on the long couch, stretching out.
"What do you need, girls?" Piers asked them, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The two began talking rapidly, filling in where the other missed a part.
"What does this have to do with me?" he asked
"Well, you know how Lord Voldemort has his Death Eaters?" asked Hannah. Piers nodded.
"Well, we are going to get another group. Called the Freedom Marchers. It would be just the three of us. We got to go soon though! I reckon that Harry isn't going to last much longer." Ginny told a sleep-ridden Piers. She conjured up some white robes, and the three threw them over their heads, They pulled the hoods over their eyes, and took out their wands.
The group stepped out of the doors, and started into the wood. They walked like mice towards Aragog's wood.
"Oi! Voldemort! Over here! Come and get me, you old snake!" shouted Piers. He had touched a nerve. Voldemort turned from his position, hovering over Harry, and stormed to Piers.
"Don't worry, Harry," came Ginny's soothing voice, "We are here to help!" Hannah and Ginny helped Harry to his feet, and dusted him off. "I will not obey!" screeched Ginny, and Frank Longbottom came rushing over. He took out his wand, and attempted to heal all of Harry's wounds. He was about half done when Tom Riddle realized what they were doing.
"You fool!" he screeched at Frank, "you will pay for this!" He grabbed is wand, and muttered the killing curse. The green color rushed towards Frank, but stopped, millimeters away from him. "Wha-what-wha-" Tom was stuttering.
"You see, Tom," Frank said in a nasty voice, "you have already killed me. I have been dead for about three years. Do you know who I am, Tom?"
"n-n-no?" he replied sheepishly. Which was something that the Death Eaters had never seen before.
"Longbottom, Frank Longbottom." Frank said in a very James Bond way.
"FRANK! YOU! YOU'R ALIVE?"
"No, Master," he said mockingly, "I am NOT alive. I am a shadow."
A/n: Hey people! Whats up? I hope that you like reading this as much as I like writing it! Ravishingly Discreet: Okay, curiosity killed the cat, did it not? Well, that is beside that point. But I am sorry if my my writing style isn't perfect. Who's is? And since I started my story! (That was about the Ms. Abbot and the trio question) It is called acceptance. Yah, so, keep reading people! Have fun! ~Shadun