Author's Note: This was a fast update. :) And I'm very proud to have done it so fast, too! It's a
rather short chapter, though, but longer ones will come.
Thanks to ember, Hellga and Legolasina for the nice reviews. *smile*
_.~*~.__.~*~.__.~*~._ Harry Potter and the Lord of the Rings_.~*~.__.~*~.__.~*~._
Outside the small room orcs were running up and down. They could hear the fast footsteps.
The room itself was cold and bare. There was no furniture - as had to be expected in a room
that looked as if it was hardly ever used.
There was also no fireside and Hermione had conjured up a small magic fire the three friends
were sitting around now.
Draco on the other hand stood by the only small window of the room on his tiptoes and
peered outside.
Harry had done the same for a while but given up as there was really nothing to see beyond a
mountain range in the far distance and lots of treetops.
All of a sudden there was a loud BANG at the door. Everyone stared at it - but nothing else
happened. After a while they calmed down again. Then Draco left his place at the window.
"It's all your fault, Potter!"
Harry didn't bother to stand up and just gave Draco a bored look. "Is it, Malfoy?"
"If you hadn't gone into the Hogwarts dungeons to look for stupid secret passages, we'd still
be lying in our beds!"
Ron gave a small grunt, but said nothing
"Nobody invited you to come along, sniffing after us." Secretly Hermione thought Draco had
a point, but of course she would never side with him against Harry and Ron.
"Nobody asked your opinion, mudblood!"
*Woosh*
Lightning shot out of three wands and hit Malfoy, who was taken off his feet and slammed
into the wall.
For a moment they just looked at each other in surprise. Then Harry went over and tipped
Malfoy slightly with his foot. "Guess he's not going to bother us for a while!"
Hermione looked anxious. "And what if he's seriously harmed?"
Ron looked at Hermione bewildered. "Hermione – he called you 'Mudblod' – and you care
about his wellbeing?"
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I only mean – if he's still unconscious when Snape comes
back, we'll be in trouble!"
"So what? He insulted you!" Ron couldn't believe that Hermione was wasting a thought about
Malfoy.
"That's not going to matter to Snape, Ron!"
"Hey, Draco!" Harry turned the unconscious boy to lie on his back. Then he looked up. "I
don't think we need to worry. But next time we should match our curses a little better – this
combination looks pretty bad!"
"Don't care." Ron really didn't want to give Draco a second thought. "Just take away his
wand, then he can't harm us in return."
Harry looked from Ron to Hermione, he had an odd feeling about that suggestion. "I don't
know – that's pretty mean, isn't it?"
"And it's dangerous!" Hermione shot a reproachful glance at Ron. "What if he has to defend
himself? We don't even know, where we are!"
"Dangerous?" Ron waved an impatient hand. "Stop panicking, o.k.?" But he didn't sound very
self-assured.
Hermione gave him an angry look but didn't say anything. They waited in silence for Snape
and the other two wizards to return.
But they didn't come.
Nothing happened. Even the footsteps outside the room had ceased.
It was quiet. An awkward silence in which every word sounded strange and out of place.
After a while Draco woke up. He wasn't in a very good mood and was whining a little, as if in
pain, but the others ignored him.
Through the window less and less light got into the room. Slowly it turned dark outside and
the magic fire was the only source of light and warmth they had.
Draco had moved closer to the fire and the other three had pretended not to notice.
It was still dark and presumably in the middle of the night when finally something did
happen:
Thunder was rolling over the fortress. A loud and wild thunder that didn't sound like a normal
storm at all.
Then sudden lightening shone into the small room and was quickly followed by an even
louder thunder. And then different coloured flashes of light and thunder took turns so fast that
it sounded like a constant grumble.
The three friends moved closer together. They could only guess that a wizarding duel was
taking place somewhere inside the fortress. A very wild duel. And they could only hope that
the two old wizards along with Snape would win
Harry realized that he was worried. Worried about Snape. What would happen, if the three
wizards lost against that dark lord? Would four Hogwarts Fith-years find their way back
without any help of a grown and fully trained wizard? Would they have a chance of getting
back without Snape?
Would they have to fight their way through masses of orcs? And what else could be waiting
for them, luring, in this land – wherever it was?
He remembered that Gandalf had mentioned a "Mirkwood". Could that be a good sign?
It felt strange to worry about Snape. But Harry knew, that they wouldn't stand a chance
without him. They needed their least favourite potions teacher to get back home
And Harry didn't like that at all.
_.~*~.__.~*~.__.~*~.__.~*~._to be continued _.~*~.__.~*~.__.~*~.__.~*~._
rather short chapter, though, but longer ones will come.
Thanks to ember, Hellga and Legolasina for the nice reviews. *smile*
_.~*~.__.~*~.__.~*~._ Harry Potter and the Lord of the Rings_.~*~.__.~*~.__.~*~._
Outside the small room orcs were running up and down. They could hear the fast footsteps.
The room itself was cold and bare. There was no furniture - as had to be expected in a room
that looked as if it was hardly ever used.
There was also no fireside and Hermione had conjured up a small magic fire the three friends
were sitting around now.
Draco on the other hand stood by the only small window of the room on his tiptoes and
peered outside.
Harry had done the same for a while but given up as there was really nothing to see beyond a
mountain range in the far distance and lots of treetops.
All of a sudden there was a loud BANG at the door. Everyone stared at it - but nothing else
happened. After a while they calmed down again. Then Draco left his place at the window.
"It's all your fault, Potter!"
Harry didn't bother to stand up and just gave Draco a bored look. "Is it, Malfoy?"
"If you hadn't gone into the Hogwarts dungeons to look for stupid secret passages, we'd still
be lying in our beds!"
Ron gave a small grunt, but said nothing
"Nobody invited you to come along, sniffing after us." Secretly Hermione thought Draco had
a point, but of course she would never side with him against Harry and Ron.
"Nobody asked your opinion, mudblood!"
*Woosh*
Lightning shot out of three wands and hit Malfoy, who was taken off his feet and slammed
into the wall.
For a moment they just looked at each other in surprise. Then Harry went over and tipped
Malfoy slightly with his foot. "Guess he's not going to bother us for a while!"
Hermione looked anxious. "And what if he's seriously harmed?"
Ron looked at Hermione bewildered. "Hermione – he called you 'Mudblod' – and you care
about his wellbeing?"
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I only mean – if he's still unconscious when Snape comes
back, we'll be in trouble!"
"So what? He insulted you!" Ron couldn't believe that Hermione was wasting a thought about
Malfoy.
"That's not going to matter to Snape, Ron!"
"Hey, Draco!" Harry turned the unconscious boy to lie on his back. Then he looked up. "I
don't think we need to worry. But next time we should match our curses a little better – this
combination looks pretty bad!"
"Don't care." Ron really didn't want to give Draco a second thought. "Just take away his
wand, then he can't harm us in return."
Harry looked from Ron to Hermione, he had an odd feeling about that suggestion. "I don't
know – that's pretty mean, isn't it?"
"And it's dangerous!" Hermione shot a reproachful glance at Ron. "What if he has to defend
himself? We don't even know, where we are!"
"Dangerous?" Ron waved an impatient hand. "Stop panicking, o.k.?" But he didn't sound very
self-assured.
Hermione gave him an angry look but didn't say anything. They waited in silence for Snape
and the other two wizards to return.
But they didn't come.
Nothing happened. Even the footsteps outside the room had ceased.
It was quiet. An awkward silence in which every word sounded strange and out of place.
After a while Draco woke up. He wasn't in a very good mood and was whining a little, as if in
pain, but the others ignored him.
Through the window less and less light got into the room. Slowly it turned dark outside and
the magic fire was the only source of light and warmth they had.
Draco had moved closer to the fire and the other three had pretended not to notice.
It was still dark and presumably in the middle of the night when finally something did
happen:
Thunder was rolling over the fortress. A loud and wild thunder that didn't sound like a normal
storm at all.
Then sudden lightening shone into the small room and was quickly followed by an even
louder thunder. And then different coloured flashes of light and thunder took turns so fast that
it sounded like a constant grumble.
The three friends moved closer together. They could only guess that a wizarding duel was
taking place somewhere inside the fortress. A very wild duel. And they could only hope that
the two old wizards along with Snape would win
Harry realized that he was worried. Worried about Snape. What would happen, if the three
wizards lost against that dark lord? Would four Hogwarts Fith-years find their way back
without any help of a grown and fully trained wizard? Would they have a chance of getting
back without Snape?
Would they have to fight their way through masses of orcs? And what else could be waiting
for them, luring, in this land – wherever it was?
He remembered that Gandalf had mentioned a "Mirkwood". Could that be a good sign?
It felt strange to worry about Snape. But Harry knew, that they wouldn't stand a chance
without him. They needed their least favourite potions teacher to get back home
And Harry didn't like that at all.
_.~*~.__.~*~.__.~*~.__.~*~._to be continued _.~*~.__.~*~.__.~*~.__.~*~._