Hermione stared at herself in the mirror, "What happened to me?" the voice
was the same, but the person speaking it was dead, as dead as a living
person could be. Her dull lifeless hair hung in clumps, around sunken eyes
and sickly pale skin. In two days Hermione had gone from normally plain, to
almost anemic. She was shaking, she hadn't dried herself from her
experience in the rain.
"Thought you could fight me, Hermione? Tsk tsk tsk, I am too strong." Hermione found herself spitting words out against her will. "Who...Who are you." There was no reply.
She felt herself drawn to her drawers, pulling them open and searching for something. And she found it. A piece of parchment, a quill and a pot of ink. As if in a trance she wrote.
'Kill, Kill death murder.
No fight it. Can't hold on. Love. Fight. I'm sorry Ron.
Hate, anger. Destroy Harry.
Why Harry? Why do I want to kill Harry?'
Hermione stopped, her eyes returning to a neutral gaze, she picked up the paper, and restarted writing with a purpose.
'Dear Harry, and Ron...
I'm truly sorry....'
~~~~~~~
Ron sat on the astronomy tower roof, his soaked hair flattened against his pale skin. The wind rushed past in another one of its futile attempts to knock him down. Ron just sat there, looking out over the forbidden forest. His maroon woolen jersey was uncomfortably wet and clinging to his ice cold skin. Thick clouds rumbled and sent stalks of lightning to aid the wind in its endless war.
Ron couldn't care less. His mind was in a different place, a couple of towers over, six floors above the Gryffindor common room. Where Hermione was. An expression of confusion mixed with depression rode upon his face. Ron drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly.
"Did you find her?" A voice came from nowhere and startled Ron out of his misery.
"Yeah." Ron flung a loose roofing tile into the howling wind. The wind caught it, and held it, suspended in the air for a moment before it came hurtling back at Ron. It grazed his right shoulder, slicing the woolen material open, along with his arm.
"Are you okay?" Harry flung back the hood of his invisible cape and sat next to Ron.
"Just dandy." The fiery haired male made no attempt to slow the warm flow of red elixir as it seeped through his jumper and made rivers down cracks in the roof.
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Care to tell me what happened?"
"No."
"You sure about that?
"Yeah."
Emerald eyes narrowed as Harry turned to face Ron. "Don't make me steal a truth potion from Snape."
Ron swayed slightly, as the blood drained from his arm, his head felt light, light and heavy and the same time. All he wanted to do was sleep...
~~~
Harry panicked as Ron swayed and stumbled forward, dangerously close to the edge of the roof. Headfirst Ron tripped and plummeted.
"Accio Firebolt!" Harry yelled the first spell that came into mind. Fortunately Ron had a long way to fall, giving the ebony-haired teen time enough to mount his broom and fly down after him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione had finished writing and sat on the window-sill that looked onto the forbidden forest, next to the astronomy tower. She looked out to see a falling figure, and she held no doubt about who it was. "Accio Ron." She waved her wand and directed the falling boy toward her window which flung upon. Hermione smiled, evilly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry gasped in shock as the unconscious male flew sideways suddenly. He tried to follow but ended up spinning in circles, out of control. His eyes widened as he headed toward a soggy grassless soil.
. "Oh bugger."
A/N: Another end of a chappy. If you are tiring of this story, may I suggest http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1080897 The Way Her Hair Curls , by Margarita Mocha Brilliant story, humorous and.....uh not for people who aren't a wee bit mad.
"Thought you could fight me, Hermione? Tsk tsk tsk, I am too strong." Hermione found herself spitting words out against her will. "Who...Who are you." There was no reply.
She felt herself drawn to her drawers, pulling them open and searching for something. And she found it. A piece of parchment, a quill and a pot of ink. As if in a trance she wrote.
'Kill, Kill death murder.
No fight it. Can't hold on. Love. Fight. I'm sorry Ron.
Hate, anger. Destroy Harry.
Why Harry? Why do I want to kill Harry?'
Hermione stopped, her eyes returning to a neutral gaze, she picked up the paper, and restarted writing with a purpose.
'Dear Harry, and Ron...
I'm truly sorry....'
~~~~~~~
Ron sat on the astronomy tower roof, his soaked hair flattened against his pale skin. The wind rushed past in another one of its futile attempts to knock him down. Ron just sat there, looking out over the forbidden forest. His maroon woolen jersey was uncomfortably wet and clinging to his ice cold skin. Thick clouds rumbled and sent stalks of lightning to aid the wind in its endless war.
Ron couldn't care less. His mind was in a different place, a couple of towers over, six floors above the Gryffindor common room. Where Hermione was. An expression of confusion mixed with depression rode upon his face. Ron drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly.
"Did you find her?" A voice came from nowhere and startled Ron out of his misery.
"Yeah." Ron flung a loose roofing tile into the howling wind. The wind caught it, and held it, suspended in the air for a moment before it came hurtling back at Ron. It grazed his right shoulder, slicing the woolen material open, along with his arm.
"Are you okay?" Harry flung back the hood of his invisible cape and sat next to Ron.
"Just dandy." The fiery haired male made no attempt to slow the warm flow of red elixir as it seeped through his jumper and made rivers down cracks in the roof.
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Care to tell me what happened?"
"No."
"You sure about that?
"Yeah."
Emerald eyes narrowed as Harry turned to face Ron. "Don't make me steal a truth potion from Snape."
Ron swayed slightly, as the blood drained from his arm, his head felt light, light and heavy and the same time. All he wanted to do was sleep...
~~~
Harry panicked as Ron swayed and stumbled forward, dangerously close to the edge of the roof. Headfirst Ron tripped and plummeted.
"Accio Firebolt!" Harry yelled the first spell that came into mind. Fortunately Ron had a long way to fall, giving the ebony-haired teen time enough to mount his broom and fly down after him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione had finished writing and sat on the window-sill that looked onto the forbidden forest, next to the astronomy tower. She looked out to see a falling figure, and she held no doubt about who it was. "Accio Ron." She waved her wand and directed the falling boy toward her window which flung upon. Hermione smiled, evilly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry gasped in shock as the unconscious male flew sideways suddenly. He tried to follow but ended up spinning in circles, out of control. His eyes widened as he headed toward a soggy grassless soil.
. "Oh bugger."
A/N: Another end of a chappy. If you are tiring of this story, may I suggest http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1080897 The Way Her Hair Curls , by Margarita Mocha Brilliant story, humorous and.....uh not for people who aren't a wee bit mad.