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Kalypso stared blankly at the floor in front of her. Shehad known something was wrong as soon as Hermione had started talking to her in that sullen tone, but she didn't expect that the problem would be with Draco.
"What happened?" she asked, trying to keep her voice down. Her parents were downstairs and she didn't want them to know she had a way to talk to her friends.
"Okay, I was in the kitchen reading and this owl came through the window," she started. "didn't get very far and landed on the table. It looked like Draco's owl: a dark brown barn owl with black spots on the head and white tipped feathers on the wings and tail? Well, he looked really hurt; it must have been his wing because it was hanging--"
"Hermione! What's wrong with Draco!?" Kalypso said impatiently and harshly. Her voice shook as she was dreading the answer.
"The letter the owl had,"Hermione whimpered slightly, "was adressed to you. It was covered in blood and something else.maybe tears or something."
Kalypso's eyes widened. "What?" she barely whispered.
"It was covered in blood and tears, and it said 'Help' in silver handwriting.Draco's hand writing."
So many thoughts were flooding into Kalypso's mind. She felt her body weaken a little as she collapsed onto her bed. Hundreds upon thousands of questions and assumptions were forming into her head. Is he hurt? Is he okay? Maybe he's in the hospital. It could be a joke. What if it isn't? Is he.?
She shook her head and slid her hand through her hair. ::He's not dead:: she told herself. ::He's okay.but.he's not okay!!::
She forgot Hermione was on the other line and her quiet voice startled Kalypso. "We have to do something, Kal. What if he's in trouble?"
::He obviously is in trouble if his letter was drenched in blood:: Kalypso thought, wishing she knew what had happened. Her mind racing with more thought on what to do, but she couldn't grasp one at once; as soon as she grabbed an idea, another pushed its way into her head, and then another and another. She couldn't think; there was already too much on her mind.
"I can't do anything while I'm here!" Kalypso growled with frustration. "My parents have me locked in my room and I can't undo the lock; my wand is downstairs, along with everything else." She grit her teeth angrily. Her parents didn't want her using magic to escape to sanctuary. OH NO, they planned on having her be tortured through the whole summer.
"There's no way out of this hell hole, Mione," she sighed angrily. "I don't know what to do."
Hermione was silent for a few moments, as though she was trying to mull over some sort of plan. She was very good at that. Soon, Hermione spoke again. "Okay, this is what I can do: you don't live extremely far away from me; only an hour or so. I can get my parents to come get you; they know how you're treated and they'd love to have you over. Why don't I get them to come during the night while your parents are sleeping? Then I can help you get your stuff and you can leave. You can stay with me for the rest of the summer!"
Kalypso thought about this for a moment, only pessimism coming to her head. "But what if your parents don't want to? And what if my parents catch me? And how are you going to get into my house? You don't have a key and you can't use magic yet outside of school; we're under-aged wizards, remember?"
"Relax, Kal!" Hermione said suddenly. "My parents said they'd be happy to have you over anytime. You're parents won't catch you because you don't have anything heavy to take downstairs, remember? You said all you stuff was downstairs, so all you have to do is get your other things from your room, bring them downstairs, and then we'll be off!"
"And getting into my house?"
"A little magic wouldn't hurt," Hermione said slyly. "After all, it is a critical emergency."
Kalypso rolled her eyes and chuckled a little. "You've hung out with me too much." She went around her room gathering her clothes and other things she'd need to take while Hermione was talking to her. "I'll tell my parents when they get back from errands and we can come pick you up tonight. Have all your stuff ready. We'll be at your house at midnight."
When she had all her things packed, she hid them in her closet so her parents wouldn't know she was planning something. She looked around one more time to see if she had forgotten anything.
Then she thought of something.
"Should we tell anyone?" Kalypso asked.
"Who did you have in mind?"
"Sirius." Ever since his name was cleared, Sirius Black had taken up Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He had befriended Kalypso after the year of Harry, Ron, and Hermione's adventure. Since then, Sirius was the only teacher that she could trust with anything. He was more of a father to her than a friend. She usually went to him for advice when she needed an adult opinion.
Hermione took him into consideration for a moment. "I don't know. I mean, I trust him, but he'll probably give us that don't-get-into-trouble speech. We are getting into something, after all."
Kalypso nodded. "Yeah, but what if he helps? He's an adult and might be able to help. Besides, if something did happen to Draco, he could inform Dumbledore, and maybe he could help too."
"First let's find out if there really is something wrong," Hermione said. "We need to find out what happened, then we can bring the whole world into it."
For a few more minutes, they discussed the plan once more. Hermione hung up with Kalypso around 2 o'clock, giving her 10 more hours until her parents would come get her. ::Hopefully:: she thought.
For the rest of the afternoon, she was deep in thought about the letter Draco had sent out; the letter that was meant for her but didn't get far. He had obviously sent it to her as a help call. It was lucky Hermione got it, or else she wouldn't have known.
Kalypso turned onto her back on her bed and stared at the blank ceiling. Something was seriously wrong. Draco was hurt. Someone or something had hurt him, and he had called to her for help. She was no way in hell going to ignore his call. She was going to help him, and nothing was going to get in her way, even if she had to hurt herself in the proccess.
She just hoped that Draco was okay.
Meh. This chapter wasn't as great. But wait until you see what happens next!! *evil grin* I hope you are enjoying it so far.
-]--Chaos-
Kalypso stared blankly at the floor in front of her. Shehad known something was wrong as soon as Hermione had started talking to her in that sullen tone, but she didn't expect that the problem would be with Draco.
"What happened?" she asked, trying to keep her voice down. Her parents were downstairs and she didn't want them to know she had a way to talk to her friends.
"Okay, I was in the kitchen reading and this owl came through the window," she started. "didn't get very far and landed on the table. It looked like Draco's owl: a dark brown barn owl with black spots on the head and white tipped feathers on the wings and tail? Well, he looked really hurt; it must have been his wing because it was hanging--"
"Hermione! What's wrong with Draco!?" Kalypso said impatiently and harshly. Her voice shook as she was dreading the answer.
"The letter the owl had,"Hermione whimpered slightly, "was adressed to you. It was covered in blood and something else.maybe tears or something."
Kalypso's eyes widened. "What?" she barely whispered.
"It was covered in blood and tears, and it said 'Help' in silver handwriting.Draco's hand writing."
So many thoughts were flooding into Kalypso's mind. She felt her body weaken a little as she collapsed onto her bed. Hundreds upon thousands of questions and assumptions were forming into her head. Is he hurt? Is he okay? Maybe he's in the hospital. It could be a joke. What if it isn't? Is he.?
She shook her head and slid her hand through her hair. ::He's not dead:: she told herself. ::He's okay.but.he's not okay!!::
She forgot Hermione was on the other line and her quiet voice startled Kalypso. "We have to do something, Kal. What if he's in trouble?"
::He obviously is in trouble if his letter was drenched in blood:: Kalypso thought, wishing she knew what had happened. Her mind racing with more thought on what to do, but she couldn't grasp one at once; as soon as she grabbed an idea, another pushed its way into her head, and then another and another. She couldn't think; there was already too much on her mind.
"I can't do anything while I'm here!" Kalypso growled with frustration. "My parents have me locked in my room and I can't undo the lock; my wand is downstairs, along with everything else." She grit her teeth angrily. Her parents didn't want her using magic to escape to sanctuary. OH NO, they planned on having her be tortured through the whole summer.
"There's no way out of this hell hole, Mione," she sighed angrily. "I don't know what to do."
Hermione was silent for a few moments, as though she was trying to mull over some sort of plan. She was very good at that. Soon, Hermione spoke again. "Okay, this is what I can do: you don't live extremely far away from me; only an hour or so. I can get my parents to come get you; they know how you're treated and they'd love to have you over. Why don't I get them to come during the night while your parents are sleeping? Then I can help you get your stuff and you can leave. You can stay with me for the rest of the summer!"
Kalypso thought about this for a moment, only pessimism coming to her head. "But what if your parents don't want to? And what if my parents catch me? And how are you going to get into my house? You don't have a key and you can't use magic yet outside of school; we're under-aged wizards, remember?"
"Relax, Kal!" Hermione said suddenly. "My parents said they'd be happy to have you over anytime. You're parents won't catch you because you don't have anything heavy to take downstairs, remember? You said all you stuff was downstairs, so all you have to do is get your other things from your room, bring them downstairs, and then we'll be off!"
"And getting into my house?"
"A little magic wouldn't hurt," Hermione said slyly. "After all, it is a critical emergency."
Kalypso rolled her eyes and chuckled a little. "You've hung out with me too much." She went around her room gathering her clothes and other things she'd need to take while Hermione was talking to her. "I'll tell my parents when they get back from errands and we can come pick you up tonight. Have all your stuff ready. We'll be at your house at midnight."
When she had all her things packed, she hid them in her closet so her parents wouldn't know she was planning something. She looked around one more time to see if she had forgotten anything.
Then she thought of something.
"Should we tell anyone?" Kalypso asked.
"Who did you have in mind?"
"Sirius." Ever since his name was cleared, Sirius Black had taken up Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He had befriended Kalypso after the year of Harry, Ron, and Hermione's adventure. Since then, Sirius was the only teacher that she could trust with anything. He was more of a father to her than a friend. She usually went to him for advice when she needed an adult opinion.
Hermione took him into consideration for a moment. "I don't know. I mean, I trust him, but he'll probably give us that don't-get-into-trouble speech. We are getting into something, after all."
Kalypso nodded. "Yeah, but what if he helps? He's an adult and might be able to help. Besides, if something did happen to Draco, he could inform Dumbledore, and maybe he could help too."
"First let's find out if there really is something wrong," Hermione said. "We need to find out what happened, then we can bring the whole world into it."
For a few more minutes, they discussed the plan once more. Hermione hung up with Kalypso around 2 o'clock, giving her 10 more hours until her parents would come get her. ::Hopefully:: she thought.
For the rest of the afternoon, she was deep in thought about the letter Draco had sent out; the letter that was meant for her but didn't get far. He had obviously sent it to her as a help call. It was lucky Hermione got it, or else she wouldn't have known.
Kalypso turned onto her back on her bed and stared at the blank ceiling. Something was seriously wrong. Draco was hurt. Someone or something had hurt him, and he had called to her for help. She was no way in hell going to ignore his call. She was going to help him, and nothing was going to get in her way, even if she had to hurt herself in the proccess.
She just hoped that Draco was okay.
Meh. This chapter wasn't as great. But wait until you see what happens next!! *evil grin* I hope you are enjoying it so far.
-]--Chaos-