Harry slid through the chute, his heart beating fast. His elbows
banged roughly against the sides as he slipped down the slimy tube. It
strongly reminded him of his second year at Hogwarts, when he had gone
below the school to the Chamber of Secrets. He had had to go through the
pipes of the school.
After what seemed like hours, Harry was banged against a solid barrier.
"Oh great," he thought. "They've closed up the end of the chute. They've gone on without me."
Just then the barrier vanished, and Harry tumbled out of the chute and on to the ground. He looked up and saw the nasty face of Snape smirking down at him.
"Potter, Potter. You're going to have to start to think logically if you want to accomplish anything on this journey. Dear me, I wonder if we'll get anywhere with a ring bearer with as few brains as you have." He smiled a smile that showed no mirth or happiness, only terrible hatred.
"I notice you haven't been offered the job," said Harry, not believing his own bravery.
Snape's temples throbbed. Harry could almost see him shake with fury. He contorted his face.
"Cheek, Potter. You've got terrible cheek that you inherited from your father. I suggest you follow me and remain silent if you want to keep your place at Hogwarts," he spat.
Harry then knew that he shouldn't argue back. Being expelled from Hogwarts was a punishment Harry dreaded beyond dreads. Being expelled from Hogwarts meant a life with the Dursleys, which was worse than death, in Harry's opinion.
"Follow me, Potter, don't lag about, we must hurry," snapped Snape. "I was sent to retrieve you, because you were too slow, and they needed to carry on. If you pick up the pace, we might be able to catch up."
Harry automatically switched his focus back to the journey. He was now in Middle Earth. It was just then that he realized how beautiful it all was. Everything was bright green. It was so picturesque; it looked to Harry as though it had been peeled right from a fairytale and pasted in front of Harry's eyes. And Harry, not knowing much about Middle Earth, supposed that it probably was.
"Hurry up, Potter. We'll reach the soon if you speed up. You're moving at the pace of a snail," Snape snarled, who had been digging up all sorts of insults and throwing them at Harry, offensive or not.
Harry tried not to laugh, but sped up considerably, as he was eager to see Ron, and was sick of being alone with Snape.
Sure enough, after about half an hour, they had met up with the others.
"Ah, there you are, Severus, Harry," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. "We have just reached Rivendell, city of the elves, ruled by Elrond, a wise and great elf."
"Harry, look, you've got to see this! It's beautiful!" exclaimed Hermione.
And she was right. Rivendell was a beautiful place. It was a wonderful land full of green and blues. The trees were massive and beautiful, and the blue streams flowed beautifully too.
"Come, come, we must go, the council is due to start soon," said Dumbledore. He beckoned them forward.
As they walked through the city, elves stared and dropped all their belongings, including bows and arrows.
Soon they came to what looked to Harry like a palace, and his thoughts were confirmed when Hermione jumped up and down and said,
"It's the House of Elrond! It's the House of Elrond!"
They walked up to the house, and Dumbledore knocked sharply on the door.
After what seemed like hours, Harry was banged against a solid barrier.
"Oh great," he thought. "They've closed up the end of the chute. They've gone on without me."
Just then the barrier vanished, and Harry tumbled out of the chute and on to the ground. He looked up and saw the nasty face of Snape smirking down at him.
"Potter, Potter. You're going to have to start to think logically if you want to accomplish anything on this journey. Dear me, I wonder if we'll get anywhere with a ring bearer with as few brains as you have." He smiled a smile that showed no mirth or happiness, only terrible hatred.
"I notice you haven't been offered the job," said Harry, not believing his own bravery.
Snape's temples throbbed. Harry could almost see him shake with fury. He contorted his face.
"Cheek, Potter. You've got terrible cheek that you inherited from your father. I suggest you follow me and remain silent if you want to keep your place at Hogwarts," he spat.
Harry then knew that he shouldn't argue back. Being expelled from Hogwarts was a punishment Harry dreaded beyond dreads. Being expelled from Hogwarts meant a life with the Dursleys, which was worse than death, in Harry's opinion.
"Follow me, Potter, don't lag about, we must hurry," snapped Snape. "I was sent to retrieve you, because you were too slow, and they needed to carry on. If you pick up the pace, we might be able to catch up."
Harry automatically switched his focus back to the journey. He was now in Middle Earth. It was just then that he realized how beautiful it all was. Everything was bright green. It was so picturesque; it looked to Harry as though it had been peeled right from a fairytale and pasted in front of Harry's eyes. And Harry, not knowing much about Middle Earth, supposed that it probably was.
"Hurry up, Potter. We'll reach the soon if you speed up. You're moving at the pace of a snail," Snape snarled, who had been digging up all sorts of insults and throwing them at Harry, offensive or not.
Harry tried not to laugh, but sped up considerably, as he was eager to see Ron, and was sick of being alone with Snape.
Sure enough, after about half an hour, they had met up with the others.
"Ah, there you are, Severus, Harry," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. "We have just reached Rivendell, city of the elves, ruled by Elrond, a wise and great elf."
"Harry, look, you've got to see this! It's beautiful!" exclaimed Hermione.
And she was right. Rivendell was a beautiful place. It was a wonderful land full of green and blues. The trees were massive and beautiful, and the blue streams flowed beautifully too.
"Come, come, we must go, the council is due to start soon," said Dumbledore. He beckoned them forward.
As they walked through the city, elves stared and dropped all their belongings, including bows and arrows.
Soon they came to what looked to Harry like a palace, and his thoughts were confirmed when Hermione jumped up and down and said,
"It's the House of Elrond! It's the House of Elrond!"
They walked up to the house, and Dumbledore knocked sharply on the door.