Chapter 23: Writing to Sirius Black
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A/N: LOL. My friend, Malishka, wrote this REALLY funny review to some dude who was flaming me! (and keeps flaming me in unsigned messages. Why? I don't know, but I really do not care. They just lack in something called a LIFE) READ THIS: "ahem...this is to any::cough" one single stupid anonymous" cough:: flamers out there who happen to not like this story. TOUGH LUCK! Don't read it! There are probably somewhere around 475 others who seem to not have a problem with her writing techniques! And she's got the POSITIVE reviews to prove them! Just because you happen to not enjoy the story, there are so many others that do, so if anything, you're crazy. But you're entitled to your own opinion, be it what it may, and that's what reviews are for, but they are supposed to presented in a NiCe, CoNsTrUcTiVe, way, unlike the way you're presenting yourself, so utterly, extremely rudely. Now if you'll be so kind as to f**k off, please do so. %) Have a nice day!"
The group of friends stared at the newspaper and Ginny began to read it, loudly and clearly: " A few weeks ago, Lucius Malfoy, a once notable figure in the Ministry of Magic, has been murdered by his own son, Draco Malfoy, and a group of his friends, which happen to include Harry Potter. Several members of the Ministry believe that this group of teens may have been experimenting with the Darks Arts believe it. It is actually more then likely." "After all Harry Potter can speak to snakes, which was one of the Dark Lord's many evil talents. And Draco Malfoy has always been seen as a dark disturbed child, and even his own father did not trust him, and considered him-"
Hermione stomped her foot, "Enough! What kind of rubbish is this?"
Hermione snatched the newspaper away from Ginny, and skimmed to the end of the article. "I knew it!" Hermione snarled, "Rita Skeeter! What other kind of idiot would write something like this."
Draco nodded, but then asked, "I thought you taught her a lesson!"
"I thought I did too, " Hermione muttered, "DAMMIT! Why does everything have to be so wrong all of the time!"
Suddenly Hermione felt tears in her eyes. She knew that she was dealing with a load of problems at the time, but she still did not want to cry in front of everyone. It was a terrible day, and she could not take it any more. "I hate my life!" Hermione screamed, "I am leaving!!"
Blaise shook her head, "Dear me, aren't you a little young to be having a mid-life crisis."
"Shut up!" Hermione retorted as she began to march away.
Hermione walked out of the alleyway and began to storm the crowded streets. Pansy gasped and was about to follow her, but Blaise stopped her, "No. Let the poor girl think. She needs some time to herself."
Pansy bit her lip, "But I am worried about her."
Draco shook his head; "I am not letting my girlfriend wander the streets by herself. I am going to talk to her."
Draco ignored Blaise's glares and followed Hermione into the streets. He felt terrible. It was his entire fault that Hermione had been sucked into his life in the first place. If she had never spoken to Jewel on that first day of Hogwarts...Jewel.. ~Don't think about it, Draco ~ he thought ~ Just try to catch up to Hermione before she does something dumb. ~
~*~*~*~
Hermione continued to march down the streets and even pushed people out of the way as she walked. Hermione walked up to a store with a huge sign that said: Public Owls for Everyday Use.
Hermione took a deep breath and walked inside. She was going to send a letter to someone. Anyone who could help her with this dilemma was fine by her. Hermione bit her lip and thought carefully. ~Now, who do I know is in a similar situation like this. Who do I know that is running from the law and could help us? Of course! Sirius! ~
Hermione avoided the gazes of the people in the owlery, and kept her head lowered so no one would recognize her if they had read the Daily Prophet. The last she needed was to be sent off Azkaban, before she could do a thing. Fortunately for Hermione, all of the people in the shop were too absorbed into writing their letters to notice her. This was a stroke of luck.
She did not even take the time to look at her surroundings. The owlery was amazing. There were cages of owls of all kinds, and the screeching was deafening. But Hermione pretended not to even hear it.
Hermione bit her lip, and sat down at an empty table if the far corner of the owlery. She picked up a piece of parchment, and began to write:
Dear Sirius,
Do NOT believe the story written about us in the Daily Prophet. We are not murders. The only murderer is Lucius Malfoy, who is in fact a Death Eater, and is desperate to kill us. He is not really dead, like the Daily Prophet says.
The people Lucius killed are as follows: he killed his brother Nilam, who everyone else thought was Lucius. Lucius framed us for his death, and enchanted Beauxbatons into believing it. He also is responsible for the murder of his eleven-year-old daughter, Jewel, who was standing in the way of his scheme, and she believed that her death would somehow save us all. And Nilam left us a note saying something about LOE, which I believe has something to do with the legendary Land of Eden, the land that enables someone to grant one wish.
Now, we are on the streets of Paris with nowhere to go, and we are hiding from the law. We are in great need of your help, Sirius. You are probably the only one who can help us in this kind of situation. If you can't assist us, I don't know who can.
Also, Draco Malfoy (Lucius's son, and Jewel's brother), and I are very sick. Draco was overcome with a sickness called, Miserablia, after his sister was murdered. This disease caused him to lose his voice, which Voldemort gave back to him willingly, so he could falsely believe everything was okay, but it could be snatched away at any moment. Blaise Zabini, who helped escape Hogwarts when it was taken over, told me that I was given Dark Drugs, whatever they may be. She says the Dark Mark on my shoulder will make me lose my mind, which I must avoid at all costs.
Please help us! Voldemort is getting more powerful as I write this. And Lucius is right on our tail for ruining his plans to murder Blaise. We don't know what we can possibly do. We are in grave danger.
Love from,
Hermione
Hermione put the parchment down, and she felt the tears well up in her eyes. She muttered sadly as she realized the terrible truth, "We......are in grave danger."
Suddenly she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She spun around, and saw Draco, and he was not too happy. "Hermione! What in the world do you think you are doing?" Draco snarled, "You should not have run off by yourself! Do you know how dangerous that is!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and snapped, "I do not need you to remind me. Thank you very much."
Draco scowled, "Have it your way. Act like a spoilt brat if you wish, but please now is not the time."
Hermione sighed, "I know that. Excuse me, Draco. Just let me mail this letter to someone. I really need to do that quickly. This might be our only hope."
Draco raised his eyebrows and did not ask any questions, "Very well, but make it quick."
Hermione smiled, and tied the letter to leg of a large tawny owl. She placed her last galleon in its beak, and the owl flew away with her letter. Hermione smiled, "We will be just fine."
"You can only hope, "Draco muttered, "Come on! We better leave in case we are spotted."
Hermione nodded in agreement and began to walk with Draco back to the alley where they left Blaise, Harry, Ginny, Pansy, and Ron.
~*~*~*~
Hermione and Draco approached the alleyway in silence. They did not really feel like talking about the horrible situation that they were in. It was bad enough just being in it, and talking about it would make things considerably worse.
Suddenly Hermione felt her heart stop in horror as she saw the alleyway. She could not believe what she saw in front of her. Draco's gray eyes went wide, and Hermione could tell that he could not believe what he saw either.
The group of their close friends were gone. They were nowhere to be seen. Did someone who read the newspaper catch them?
Hermione suddenly felt herself trembling, because she saw the awful truth. They weren't caught by anyone that wanted them for murder. They were caught by something much worse.
On the alleyway wall, a single message was inscribed in big letters: HELP!
None other then Lucius Malfoy or one of his Death Eaters caught them. Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and pulled her close. Hermione felt the tears come to her eyes. Just when she thought things could not get any worse, they did.
I KNOW! I am evil! Sue ME! WELL, if you did you would be wasting your time, because I have no money. HAHAH! Well, I will update ASAP, which might be very soon ^_~
~*Sophiebabe
Disclaimer: OK! I don't own...anything?
Thanks: sAcHi kUroDa, Draco-luver, Nathalie, Elenora, Rebecca, Draco's one and only, arime mya setta, Kara-Malfoy, Draco'sAmericanGurl (I added u to my B/L ^_^), Callisto Star, malishka (BIG THANKS!), Sky Brooks, Emma, FireFaerie, heero424, dobbie-luvs-sweeties, Akili, BlueStariNight88, and K7o7 of BaCa PrOdUcTiOnZ.
A/N: LOL. My friend, Malishka, wrote this REALLY funny review to some dude who was flaming me! (and keeps flaming me in unsigned messages. Why? I don't know, but I really do not care. They just lack in something called a LIFE) READ THIS: "ahem...this is to any::cough" one single stupid anonymous" cough:: flamers out there who happen to not like this story. TOUGH LUCK! Don't read it! There are probably somewhere around 475 others who seem to not have a problem with her writing techniques! And she's got the POSITIVE reviews to prove them! Just because you happen to not enjoy the story, there are so many others that do, so if anything, you're crazy. But you're entitled to your own opinion, be it what it may, and that's what reviews are for, but they are supposed to presented in a NiCe, CoNsTrUcTiVe, way, unlike the way you're presenting yourself, so utterly, extremely rudely. Now if you'll be so kind as to f**k off, please do so. %) Have a nice day!"
The group of friends stared at the newspaper and Ginny began to read it, loudly and clearly: " A few weeks ago, Lucius Malfoy, a once notable figure in the Ministry of Magic, has been murdered by his own son, Draco Malfoy, and a group of his friends, which happen to include Harry Potter. Several members of the Ministry believe that this group of teens may have been experimenting with the Darks Arts believe it. It is actually more then likely." "After all Harry Potter can speak to snakes, which was one of the Dark Lord's many evil talents. And Draco Malfoy has always been seen as a dark disturbed child, and even his own father did not trust him, and considered him-"
Hermione stomped her foot, "Enough! What kind of rubbish is this?"
Hermione snatched the newspaper away from Ginny, and skimmed to the end of the article. "I knew it!" Hermione snarled, "Rita Skeeter! What other kind of idiot would write something like this."
Draco nodded, but then asked, "I thought you taught her a lesson!"
"I thought I did too, " Hermione muttered, "DAMMIT! Why does everything have to be so wrong all of the time!"
Suddenly Hermione felt tears in her eyes. She knew that she was dealing with a load of problems at the time, but she still did not want to cry in front of everyone. It was a terrible day, and she could not take it any more. "I hate my life!" Hermione screamed, "I am leaving!!"
Blaise shook her head, "Dear me, aren't you a little young to be having a mid-life crisis."
"Shut up!" Hermione retorted as she began to march away.
Hermione walked out of the alleyway and began to storm the crowded streets. Pansy gasped and was about to follow her, but Blaise stopped her, "No. Let the poor girl think. She needs some time to herself."
Pansy bit her lip, "But I am worried about her."
Draco shook his head; "I am not letting my girlfriend wander the streets by herself. I am going to talk to her."
Draco ignored Blaise's glares and followed Hermione into the streets. He felt terrible. It was his entire fault that Hermione had been sucked into his life in the first place. If she had never spoken to Jewel on that first day of Hogwarts...Jewel.. ~Don't think about it, Draco ~ he thought ~ Just try to catch up to Hermione before she does something dumb. ~
~*~*~*~
Hermione continued to march down the streets and even pushed people out of the way as she walked. Hermione walked up to a store with a huge sign that said: Public Owls for Everyday Use.
Hermione took a deep breath and walked inside. She was going to send a letter to someone. Anyone who could help her with this dilemma was fine by her. Hermione bit her lip and thought carefully. ~Now, who do I know is in a similar situation like this. Who do I know that is running from the law and could help us? Of course! Sirius! ~
Hermione avoided the gazes of the people in the owlery, and kept her head lowered so no one would recognize her if they had read the Daily Prophet. The last she needed was to be sent off Azkaban, before she could do a thing. Fortunately for Hermione, all of the people in the shop were too absorbed into writing their letters to notice her. This was a stroke of luck.
She did not even take the time to look at her surroundings. The owlery was amazing. There were cages of owls of all kinds, and the screeching was deafening. But Hermione pretended not to even hear it.
Hermione bit her lip, and sat down at an empty table if the far corner of the owlery. She picked up a piece of parchment, and began to write:
Dear Sirius,
Do NOT believe the story written about us in the Daily Prophet. We are not murders. The only murderer is Lucius Malfoy, who is in fact a Death Eater, and is desperate to kill us. He is not really dead, like the Daily Prophet says.
The people Lucius killed are as follows: he killed his brother Nilam, who everyone else thought was Lucius. Lucius framed us for his death, and enchanted Beauxbatons into believing it. He also is responsible for the murder of his eleven-year-old daughter, Jewel, who was standing in the way of his scheme, and she believed that her death would somehow save us all. And Nilam left us a note saying something about LOE, which I believe has something to do with the legendary Land of Eden, the land that enables someone to grant one wish.
Now, we are on the streets of Paris with nowhere to go, and we are hiding from the law. We are in great need of your help, Sirius. You are probably the only one who can help us in this kind of situation. If you can't assist us, I don't know who can.
Also, Draco Malfoy (Lucius's son, and Jewel's brother), and I are very sick. Draco was overcome with a sickness called, Miserablia, after his sister was murdered. This disease caused him to lose his voice, which Voldemort gave back to him willingly, so he could falsely believe everything was okay, but it could be snatched away at any moment. Blaise Zabini, who helped escape Hogwarts when it was taken over, told me that I was given Dark Drugs, whatever they may be. She says the Dark Mark on my shoulder will make me lose my mind, which I must avoid at all costs.
Please help us! Voldemort is getting more powerful as I write this. And Lucius is right on our tail for ruining his plans to murder Blaise. We don't know what we can possibly do. We are in grave danger.
Love from,
Hermione
Hermione put the parchment down, and she felt the tears well up in her eyes. She muttered sadly as she realized the terrible truth, "We......are in grave danger."
Suddenly she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She spun around, and saw Draco, and he was not too happy. "Hermione! What in the world do you think you are doing?" Draco snarled, "You should not have run off by yourself! Do you know how dangerous that is!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and snapped, "I do not need you to remind me. Thank you very much."
Draco scowled, "Have it your way. Act like a spoilt brat if you wish, but please now is not the time."
Hermione sighed, "I know that. Excuse me, Draco. Just let me mail this letter to someone. I really need to do that quickly. This might be our only hope."
Draco raised his eyebrows and did not ask any questions, "Very well, but make it quick."
Hermione smiled, and tied the letter to leg of a large tawny owl. She placed her last galleon in its beak, and the owl flew away with her letter. Hermione smiled, "We will be just fine."
"You can only hope, "Draco muttered, "Come on! We better leave in case we are spotted."
Hermione nodded in agreement and began to walk with Draco back to the alley where they left Blaise, Harry, Ginny, Pansy, and Ron.
~*~*~*~
Hermione and Draco approached the alleyway in silence. They did not really feel like talking about the horrible situation that they were in. It was bad enough just being in it, and talking about it would make things considerably worse.
Suddenly Hermione felt her heart stop in horror as she saw the alleyway. She could not believe what she saw in front of her. Draco's gray eyes went wide, and Hermione could tell that he could not believe what he saw either.
The group of their close friends were gone. They were nowhere to be seen. Did someone who read the newspaper catch them?
Hermione suddenly felt herself trembling, because she saw the awful truth. They weren't caught by anyone that wanted them for murder. They were caught by something much worse.
On the alleyway wall, a single message was inscribed in big letters: HELP!
None other then Lucius Malfoy or one of his Death Eaters caught them. Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and pulled her close. Hermione felt the tears come to her eyes. Just when she thought things could not get any worse, they did.
I KNOW! I am evil! Sue ME! WELL, if you did you would be wasting your time, because I have no money. HAHAH! Well, I will update ASAP, which might be very soon ^_~
~*Sophiebabe