Chapter Ten - The Ring
Day Four:
"I hope you realize that there're only four days left, Mister Malfoy." Professor McGonagall said. It was obvious that she was uncertain of the teenage boy.
"I do." Malfoy replied as he raised his eyes to meet the professor.
"I know this is particularly difficult for you as you and Miss Granger have had problems since the beginning, but I do hope that you'll do your best."
Draco nodded and headed towards the Quiditch field.
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I can't believe this is happening to me, Draco Malfoy thought as he strode across the grassy plain. Hermione Granger needs MY help. Hermione Granger, me. No way. We are through from the beginning. She never accepted my offer as a friend. She was the one who went against me first.
Malfoy took a seat at one of the benches over looking the Quiditch field.
I could still remember that day when she humiliated me at the Yule Ball. I can still see it so clearly in my head. I sent her a message to meet me out at the gardens surrounding the lake at exactly nine thirty when everyone would be busy dancing to notice. I waited and waited until the clock struck twelve, which was when the ball was ending. The roses I picked up at Velvet Flower Shop down town, drooped further and further as the seconds and minutes past. I began to resent her more than ever after that night. She wasn't the sweet and smart girl I thought she was. She's just a filthy, rotten mudblood like my father used to remind me when he found out that I liked her.
Malfoy buried his face in his palms as the sun slowly set.
*
It was nearly the summer holidays. Students were rushing in and out of dormitories with suitcases and books. The Gryffindor common room was full of spirit. Harry cursed angrily under his breath and pushed his way through the crowd, and stepped outside.
Harry's POV: There are only FOUR days left. I hope that Malfoy knows what he's doing! I hope he wakes her up! No, I don't trust that bastard. I'm going to try myself! ~~~~
Harry's shoes screeched frantically across the tiles a few meters from the hospital wing. The doors were closed. He reached for the knob.
"Wait a minute." Harry frowned. He bent down and picked up something from the floor. It was a silver ring with weird black carvings on the border. Harry held it under the candles on the wall so he could see properly. The carvings were written in some kind of ancient calligraphy.
"What the?" Harry said, squinting against the bright flames of the candles. He kept flipping the ring round and around. He scratched it and rubbed it.
"Huh?" Harry's eyes widened. The markings began to fade away. Lines began to appear. The ring was growing hotter and hotter as the scribbles came into focus and formed into words.
"OWW!" Harry yelped as he threw the ring into the air. He clutched his palm in agony. The skin was red from the extreme heat.
Clang. The silver ring hit the floor like lead as if there were magnets beneath the tiles. A sudden gush of wind erupted from all corners of the corridor, sending the candle flames flickering. The unexpected breeze turned into monstrous gale, blowing the candles off one by one until it was pitch black. The gale quieted down and slowly diminished. Harry looked around astonished. The ring was glowing as if it was the only surviving source of energy left. The light it emitted was growing stronger and stronger every second until it hurt to look at it. Before he could look away, he was washed over by an overwhelming sensation. It sent shivers through his spine. He could not see anything as he was blinded by endless eternity of white. Suddenly he heard a voice.
It was hissing in malice.
"Harry Potter!" it spat. "It's no use. Your four friends are forever in my debt." It continued. Four friends?
"YES!" the voice said, reading Harry's mind. "They are suffering because of you, because of your STUPIDITY."
"I don't know WHAT you are talking about!" Harry screamed angrily but his heart was beating like a mad monkey. He couldn't control his emotions. It was flooding in from everywhere in his body but mainly it was guilt that his heart was feeling, yet he didn't know why. Harry closed his eyes, wanting to shut away the horrible chaos. The voice did not speak again. Harry's heart beat slowed a little. Something touched his forehead but he did not know what it was because another sudden sensation sent him off to sleep.
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Phew, Chapter Ten finished! I didn't have any inspiration for the story for a few days but here we are, I've finally finished Chapter Ten. REVIEW!
"I hope you realize that there're only four days left, Mister Malfoy." Professor McGonagall said. It was obvious that she was uncertain of the teenage boy.
"I do." Malfoy replied as he raised his eyes to meet the professor.
"I know this is particularly difficult for you as you and Miss Granger have had problems since the beginning, but I do hope that you'll do your best."
Draco nodded and headed towards the Quiditch field.
*
I can't believe this is happening to me, Draco Malfoy thought as he strode across the grassy plain. Hermione Granger needs MY help. Hermione Granger, me. No way. We are through from the beginning. She never accepted my offer as a friend. She was the one who went against me first.
Malfoy took a seat at one of the benches over looking the Quiditch field.
I could still remember that day when she humiliated me at the Yule Ball. I can still see it so clearly in my head. I sent her a message to meet me out at the gardens surrounding the lake at exactly nine thirty when everyone would be busy dancing to notice. I waited and waited until the clock struck twelve, which was when the ball was ending. The roses I picked up at Velvet Flower Shop down town, drooped further and further as the seconds and minutes past. I began to resent her more than ever after that night. She wasn't the sweet and smart girl I thought she was. She's just a filthy, rotten mudblood like my father used to remind me when he found out that I liked her.
Malfoy buried his face in his palms as the sun slowly set.
*
It was nearly the summer holidays. Students were rushing in and out of dormitories with suitcases and books. The Gryffindor common room was full of spirit. Harry cursed angrily under his breath and pushed his way through the crowd, and stepped outside.
Harry's POV: There are only FOUR days left. I hope that Malfoy knows what he's doing! I hope he wakes her up! No, I don't trust that bastard. I'm going to try myself! ~~~~
Harry's shoes screeched frantically across the tiles a few meters from the hospital wing. The doors were closed. He reached for the knob.
"Wait a minute." Harry frowned. He bent down and picked up something from the floor. It was a silver ring with weird black carvings on the border. Harry held it under the candles on the wall so he could see properly. The carvings were written in some kind of ancient calligraphy.
"What the?" Harry said, squinting against the bright flames of the candles. He kept flipping the ring round and around. He scratched it and rubbed it.
"Huh?" Harry's eyes widened. The markings began to fade away. Lines began to appear. The ring was growing hotter and hotter as the scribbles came into focus and formed into words.
"OWW!" Harry yelped as he threw the ring into the air. He clutched his palm in agony. The skin was red from the extreme heat.
Clang. The silver ring hit the floor like lead as if there were magnets beneath the tiles. A sudden gush of wind erupted from all corners of the corridor, sending the candle flames flickering. The unexpected breeze turned into monstrous gale, blowing the candles off one by one until it was pitch black. The gale quieted down and slowly diminished. Harry looked around astonished. The ring was glowing as if it was the only surviving source of energy left. The light it emitted was growing stronger and stronger every second until it hurt to look at it. Before he could look away, he was washed over by an overwhelming sensation. It sent shivers through his spine. He could not see anything as he was blinded by endless eternity of white. Suddenly he heard a voice.
It was hissing in malice.
"Harry Potter!" it spat. "It's no use. Your four friends are forever in my debt." It continued. Four friends?
"YES!" the voice said, reading Harry's mind. "They are suffering because of you, because of your STUPIDITY."
"I don't know WHAT you are talking about!" Harry screamed angrily but his heart was beating like a mad monkey. He couldn't control his emotions. It was flooding in from everywhere in his body but mainly it was guilt that his heart was feeling, yet he didn't know why. Harry closed his eyes, wanting to shut away the horrible chaos. The voice did not speak again. Harry's heart beat slowed a little. Something touched his forehead but he did not know what it was because another sudden sensation sent him off to sleep.
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Phew, Chapter Ten finished! I didn't have any inspiration for the story for a few days but here we are, I've finally finished Chapter Ten. REVIEW!