Author's Note: I know, I know. This chapter's name sounds a lot
like in HP and the GoF. Live with it I'll try to bring in more
Fred and George this chapter, since there wasn't much in the
last two. Also there is a bit more language in here than the
other chapters, sorry if that bothers you. The watchtowers are
from the movie, The Craft. Well, enjoy! BTW, if you review my
story, I'll review one of yours! :-)
Ch 7: The Maze
Well damn thought Ryly as her surroundings faded and she was brought into the entrance of a three-walled room. The walls appeared to be made of thorny bush, but with a closer look they were actually made of a jelly like substance. An old sign on the entrance claimed this area to be 'The Highly Dangerous Steel Maze' a bloody handprint smudged the 'Dangerous.'
"Highly Dangerous my ass," muttered Ryly, "I've been here before, shouldn't be too difficult to find Potter and drag his sorry carcass out of here."
She then took out her wand and announced, "Locatious, Harry Potter."
Ha! Did you really think I would make it that easy? Simply using a location spell to find Potter? No, you'll have to use your wits, that is, if you have any. Boomed the voice of the Dark Lord.
'Course not. Hissed Ryly in her mind. Growling profanities, worse than I could ever post in this fic, she stepped into the entrance of The Maze. Instantly, a bright blue fire erupted over the entrance, blocking the exit. Ryly looked over her shoulder and just laughed. Better run, Potter. I'm coming, and when I find you, it won't be pretty.
"AHHH!" everyone screamed as a drop of saliva dropped on Ron's shoulder.
"Not again, this happened in my first year!" yelped Ron as they took off running.
Immediately the big, black wolf tore off after them in hot pursuit. You could almost see it grin at the thought of a chase. It ran with a nice, fast, amiable lope.
"What is this thing?" panted Fred.
"Don't talk, just run." Gasped George as they rounded a bend. They kept running, and the Beast kept following them. Right, left, left, right. Fred lost track of where they were as time went on. Finally, they reached a room covered with thorns. There was no exit.
The wolf slowly approached, saliva dripped from its white fangs. (Note: yes, it is possible for drool to fall from fangs, my dogs to it all the time)
"Enough of this!" snapped Hermione, "I am tired, confused, AND I hate being chased! Frio!" Hermione waved her wand and the wolf froze.
"Hey! Way to go, Mione!" congratulated Fred.
"Back off, buddy," she growled back.
Fred gulped and slid over to his brothers. "So, uh, any ideas as to where we are?"
"No. I just know that Ryly is a traitorous, she-wolf, murdering bitch that sold us out to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Snarled Ron.
"Hey, our Ronnikins is growing up! He's using big boy language." Announced George.
Ron replied by sticking out his tongue. "Grow up!" sighed Harry.
"The Wolf won't stay frozen forever you know. I suggest we find a way out of here before we get eaten alive." Suggested Hermione.
"Fine by me." Said Ron as he eyed the Wolf who was currently frozen in the position of having its paws in the air as flecks of drool floated around his mouth. "Ugh."
"Maybe there's a secret passage around here," murmured Hemione as she ran her hands along the wall.
"Possibly.oops!" gasped Fred as he leaned against a stone and it sank in, reviling steps leading downward.
"Way to go, Fred!"
"I knew it was there the whole time," said Fred grinning like an idiot.
"Sure you did." Muttered Ron as he slowly descended the stairs.
"Lumos," whispered Harry. The steps were dark and the stones cracked and crumbled beneath their feet. Along the walls a green slime seemed to coat them.
"Why is it always slime?" asked Hermione after she had let her fingers run along the wall. "No idea. Maybe it must help create the mood." Said Fred
"The mood of ultimate grossness and disgusting things?" replied Hermione.
"Did you guys hear something?" asked George.
"Nooooooooo" said Ron.
"Ron? Ron?" screamed Hermione.
They all whirled around as they heard a cold laugh burst from all around them.
Ryly had been walking for a while now. She frowned suddenly when she heard footsteps behind her. She whipped around, drawing a steel blade from her waist pocket. "Who's there?"
However, what she saw was not a human. In fact, it was a Griffin. The griffin cocked its head and hissed.
Perfect. She thought, just what I need. She turned the blade downward and watched warily as the griffin came closer. It opened its mouth revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs. She waited until it came about a foot of her, and then swiped her knife at the base of its neck. The griffin's head fell swiftly to the ground and she conjured up a cup and held it to the edge of the stump. Blood quickly filled it up halfway. Grinning, she stepped away and looked at her handiwork.
She then took the cup and let the blood fall in a small circle, big enough to hold one person. She stepped inside and watched as the blood began to boil around her. She laughed, and cast her spell:
Ancient Watchtowers of the South Power of fire and feeling I invoke thee
I invoke thee to kill thine enemies Watch over myself I invoke thee
Ancient Watchtowers of the North Power of mother Earth I invoke thee
Summon thy Potter and Bring me to him
Ancient Watchtowers of the West Power of Water and Wisdom I invoke thee
Bring Pain and Suffering upon thine world! Let it be, I invoke thee!
She closed her eyes and laughed as a clap of thunder rent the sky and lightning struck. Clouds covered the sun and rain began to fall. She simply closed her eyes and let them fall as the earth split in two before her. She grinned and sighed, "I invoke thee," and lightning struck at her feet. The rain began to burn and feel like fire. The ground hissed as it fell. When it stopped she was gone.
Ch 7: The Maze
Well damn thought Ryly as her surroundings faded and she was brought into the entrance of a three-walled room. The walls appeared to be made of thorny bush, but with a closer look they were actually made of a jelly like substance. An old sign on the entrance claimed this area to be 'The Highly Dangerous Steel Maze' a bloody handprint smudged the 'Dangerous.'
"Highly Dangerous my ass," muttered Ryly, "I've been here before, shouldn't be too difficult to find Potter and drag his sorry carcass out of here."
She then took out her wand and announced, "Locatious, Harry Potter."
Ha! Did you really think I would make it that easy? Simply using a location spell to find Potter? No, you'll have to use your wits, that is, if you have any. Boomed the voice of the Dark Lord.
'Course not. Hissed Ryly in her mind. Growling profanities, worse than I could ever post in this fic, she stepped into the entrance of The Maze. Instantly, a bright blue fire erupted over the entrance, blocking the exit. Ryly looked over her shoulder and just laughed. Better run, Potter. I'm coming, and when I find you, it won't be pretty.
"AHHH!" everyone screamed as a drop of saliva dropped on Ron's shoulder.
"Not again, this happened in my first year!" yelped Ron as they took off running.
Immediately the big, black wolf tore off after them in hot pursuit. You could almost see it grin at the thought of a chase. It ran with a nice, fast, amiable lope.
"What is this thing?" panted Fred.
"Don't talk, just run." Gasped George as they rounded a bend. They kept running, and the Beast kept following them. Right, left, left, right. Fred lost track of where they were as time went on. Finally, they reached a room covered with thorns. There was no exit.
The wolf slowly approached, saliva dripped from its white fangs. (Note: yes, it is possible for drool to fall from fangs, my dogs to it all the time)
"Enough of this!" snapped Hermione, "I am tired, confused, AND I hate being chased! Frio!" Hermione waved her wand and the wolf froze.
"Hey! Way to go, Mione!" congratulated Fred.
"Back off, buddy," she growled back.
Fred gulped and slid over to his brothers. "So, uh, any ideas as to where we are?"
"No. I just know that Ryly is a traitorous, she-wolf, murdering bitch that sold us out to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Snarled Ron.
"Hey, our Ronnikins is growing up! He's using big boy language." Announced George.
Ron replied by sticking out his tongue. "Grow up!" sighed Harry.
"The Wolf won't stay frozen forever you know. I suggest we find a way out of here before we get eaten alive." Suggested Hermione.
"Fine by me." Said Ron as he eyed the Wolf who was currently frozen in the position of having its paws in the air as flecks of drool floated around his mouth. "Ugh."
"Maybe there's a secret passage around here," murmured Hemione as she ran her hands along the wall.
"Possibly.oops!" gasped Fred as he leaned against a stone and it sank in, reviling steps leading downward.
"Way to go, Fred!"
"I knew it was there the whole time," said Fred grinning like an idiot.
"Sure you did." Muttered Ron as he slowly descended the stairs.
"Lumos," whispered Harry. The steps were dark and the stones cracked and crumbled beneath their feet. Along the walls a green slime seemed to coat them.
"Why is it always slime?" asked Hermione after she had let her fingers run along the wall. "No idea. Maybe it must help create the mood." Said Fred
"The mood of ultimate grossness and disgusting things?" replied Hermione.
"Did you guys hear something?" asked George.
"Nooooooooo" said Ron.
"Ron? Ron?" screamed Hermione.
They all whirled around as they heard a cold laugh burst from all around them.
Ryly had been walking for a while now. She frowned suddenly when she heard footsteps behind her. She whipped around, drawing a steel blade from her waist pocket. "Who's there?"
However, what she saw was not a human. In fact, it was a Griffin. The griffin cocked its head and hissed.
Perfect. She thought, just what I need. She turned the blade downward and watched warily as the griffin came closer. It opened its mouth revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs. She waited until it came about a foot of her, and then swiped her knife at the base of its neck. The griffin's head fell swiftly to the ground and she conjured up a cup and held it to the edge of the stump. Blood quickly filled it up halfway. Grinning, she stepped away and looked at her handiwork.
She then took the cup and let the blood fall in a small circle, big enough to hold one person. She stepped inside and watched as the blood began to boil around her. She laughed, and cast her spell:
Ancient Watchtowers of the South Power of fire and feeling I invoke thee
I invoke thee to kill thine enemies Watch over myself I invoke thee
Ancient Watchtowers of the North Power of mother Earth I invoke thee
Summon thy Potter and Bring me to him
Ancient Watchtowers of the West Power of Water and Wisdom I invoke thee
Bring Pain and Suffering upon thine world! Let it be, I invoke thee!
She closed her eyes and laughed as a clap of thunder rent the sky and lightning struck. Clouds covered the sun and rain began to fall. She simply closed her eyes and let them fall as the earth split in two before her. She grinned and sighed, "I invoke thee," and lightning struck at her feet. The rain began to burn and feel like fire. The ground hissed as it fell. When it stopped she was gone.