In one of the previous chaptas I had clearly stated I am a Hermione + Ron
fan. ^_^ I put this story under Harry + Hermione 'cauz it's not a romance
and they ARE the ones that Avolorm is affecting the most .
Any way, enjoy!
Chapter sixteen
Good night, Good riddance!
Harry stared into the darkness that blanketed the Hospital Wing. He grimaced and touched his scar. It was burning, like his head was on fire. With a groan, he rolled over. He had to sleep. No brain, no pain. Harry closed his eyes and waited for sleep to creep upon him. After a few minutes, he heard footsteps. They were quiet and slow, as though someone was climbing the stairs carefully. With a thud from his heart, Harry remembered the purple water. He scrambled out of bed and hurriedly stuffed pillows under the sheets. Just as he heard the door slide open, he dived behind the cupboard.
A figure in robes of black glided into the Hospital Wing. Heart pounding, Harry peered out from behind the cupboard. The figure withdrew a long dagger out from beneath its cloak. It held the blade up, positioned above Harry's bed. Harry closed his eyes as he heard the ripping of fabric. He knew there was not going to be blood of course, but the thought of some one wanting so desperately to kill him made him sick with fear. After the sixth stab, the figure turned and left. Harry waited for the click of the Hospital Wing door and got up. Harry's stomach somersaulted when he saw the mess. If he had fallen asleep . He didn't want to think about it. With a sigh, he took out his wand.
" Repairo." He muttered. Instantly, the bed returned to normal, it was even made for him. There was no need for the staff to know about this. He would tell Ron and Hermione, they would help him. With a jolt, Harry remembered the last conversation he had had with them the day before. Hermione had left in tears and Ron in a rage. He would have to handle it himself.
Avolorm smirked as he glided noiselessly down the stairs to the Slytherin Common room. If that didn't kill him, he didn't know what would. He opened and closed the dorm door quietly. No need for Malfoy, Crabbe or Goyle to know he had been up that late.
" Where have you been, Toby?" Avolorm spun around to see Malfoy sitting up on his bed, a slight grin on his face.
" In the common room." He replied stiffly, slipping out of his cloak. Malfoy raised and eyebrow and smirked.
"Really? Reading, I guess?" He asked with a glint in his eye.
"Yes. As a matter of fact I was studying for potions." Avolorm lied. Malfoy held up a book. A potions book. Avolorm's potion book.
"With out your potions book?" Malfoy grinned, " Going out with Granger again, I suppose?"
"What makes you say that?" Avolorm said quietly. Although he sounded calm, he was sweating. Malfoy knew something and it wasn't good.
"She's a mudblood!" Malfoy spat, throwing the book on the floor, waking up Crabbe and Goyle.
"So?" Avolorm asked, remembering his mother. Now that he knew his mother was one, he didn't care about Malfoy's hatred for them.
"What do you mean SO? Mudblood! Dirty creatures! And you are in love with one!" Malfoy snorted, his usually slick hair messy in his frustration.
"No I'm not." Avolorm replied calmly. He smirked slightly. He didn't know he was that good an actor. Malfoy held up a letter and shoved it into Avolorm's face.
Dear Toby, Meet me at the lake again tonight. How about ten O' clock? Luv u!
Mione.
Avolorm laughed and scrunched the paper up in his palm.
"That's what she thinks!" Malfoy looked stunned. After a moment's hesitation, Avolorm told Malfoy everything. Everything apart from his father being Lord Voldemort.
Hermione dug her hands into her armpits in a pathetic attempt to keep them warm. The snow was heavy and she had been waiting for hours. She sighed and looked around. To her right, she saw fresh footsteps in the snow. They were leading up towards her and stoped in the middle of nowhere. She narrowed her eyes and scowled.
"Even an invisibility cloak can't hide footsteps!" Hemione yelled, stomping towards them. Out of nowhere, Ron Weasley's head appeared. He took one look at his friend's face and tried to retrace his steps.
" Oh no you don't!" She growled as she grabbed him by the collar of the cloak. Ron let out a yelp as she dragged him towards her. Hermione ripped the cloak off Ron's shoulders to make him easier to abuse. The now visible Ron sighed and stood up, brushing the snow off his robes.
" Explain." Hermione demanded coldly.
" Mione, I-" He started, going red in the face.
" What were you doing?" She advanced on him, making him walk backwards.
" I, uh, was taking a walk ." Ron stumbled on a small stone and fell to the ground, staring up in fear at the mass of raged hormones towering above him.
"Oh? With this on?" Hermione asked in false sweetness, holding up the silvery cloak. Ron nodded dumbly.
"YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME WEREN'T YOU?!!" Hermione yelled, throwing the cloak to the ground. By now, Ron's freckles were hidden by the red blush that had taken over his face. With amazing strength, Hermione hauled him up by the front of his robes and stood him up on his feet.
"Now, you will tell me WHY you were following me." Hermione said, jabbing his chest roughly with her index finger.
" I-I know about you and Avolorm-" Ron flinched, expecting her to explode, but the explosion never came. Just shocked silence.
"There is no me and Avolorm." She hissed dangerously.
" I know Mione-"
"DON'T call me Mione!" Hermione interrupted. Ron ignored this and continued.
" Mione, I know there is no you and Avolorm. He's faking it. He's using you. He knows you are Harry's best friend and he knows-" Ron's voice trailed off. He hated the truth in it, but it was true.
" He knows you like him." Ron finished lamely. He looked up at Hermione and wondered what was going on behind that stiff mask on her face, hiding her real emotions. Before he could say any more, an open palm came flying across his left cheek, causing him to buckle at the knees.
"Get out." Hermione hissed. " Get out of my life." With that she turned and left, leaving Ron there on his knees in the snow.
I am soooooo out of ideas here!!!
SOS! Ideas! Puh-lease!!!?!
Any way, enjoy!
Chapter sixteen
Good night, Good riddance!
Harry stared into the darkness that blanketed the Hospital Wing. He grimaced and touched his scar. It was burning, like his head was on fire. With a groan, he rolled over. He had to sleep. No brain, no pain. Harry closed his eyes and waited for sleep to creep upon him. After a few minutes, he heard footsteps. They were quiet and slow, as though someone was climbing the stairs carefully. With a thud from his heart, Harry remembered the purple water. He scrambled out of bed and hurriedly stuffed pillows under the sheets. Just as he heard the door slide open, he dived behind the cupboard.
A figure in robes of black glided into the Hospital Wing. Heart pounding, Harry peered out from behind the cupboard. The figure withdrew a long dagger out from beneath its cloak. It held the blade up, positioned above Harry's bed. Harry closed his eyes as he heard the ripping of fabric. He knew there was not going to be blood of course, but the thought of some one wanting so desperately to kill him made him sick with fear. After the sixth stab, the figure turned and left. Harry waited for the click of the Hospital Wing door and got up. Harry's stomach somersaulted when he saw the mess. If he had fallen asleep . He didn't want to think about it. With a sigh, he took out his wand.
" Repairo." He muttered. Instantly, the bed returned to normal, it was even made for him. There was no need for the staff to know about this. He would tell Ron and Hermione, they would help him. With a jolt, Harry remembered the last conversation he had had with them the day before. Hermione had left in tears and Ron in a rage. He would have to handle it himself.
Avolorm smirked as he glided noiselessly down the stairs to the Slytherin Common room. If that didn't kill him, he didn't know what would. He opened and closed the dorm door quietly. No need for Malfoy, Crabbe or Goyle to know he had been up that late.
" Where have you been, Toby?" Avolorm spun around to see Malfoy sitting up on his bed, a slight grin on his face.
" In the common room." He replied stiffly, slipping out of his cloak. Malfoy raised and eyebrow and smirked.
"Really? Reading, I guess?" He asked with a glint in his eye.
"Yes. As a matter of fact I was studying for potions." Avolorm lied. Malfoy held up a book. A potions book. Avolorm's potion book.
"With out your potions book?" Malfoy grinned, " Going out with Granger again, I suppose?"
"What makes you say that?" Avolorm said quietly. Although he sounded calm, he was sweating. Malfoy knew something and it wasn't good.
"She's a mudblood!" Malfoy spat, throwing the book on the floor, waking up Crabbe and Goyle.
"So?" Avolorm asked, remembering his mother. Now that he knew his mother was one, he didn't care about Malfoy's hatred for them.
"What do you mean SO? Mudblood! Dirty creatures! And you are in love with one!" Malfoy snorted, his usually slick hair messy in his frustration.
"No I'm not." Avolorm replied calmly. He smirked slightly. He didn't know he was that good an actor. Malfoy held up a letter and shoved it into Avolorm's face.
Dear Toby, Meet me at the lake again tonight. How about ten O' clock? Luv u!
Mione.
Avolorm laughed and scrunched the paper up in his palm.
"That's what she thinks!" Malfoy looked stunned. After a moment's hesitation, Avolorm told Malfoy everything. Everything apart from his father being Lord Voldemort.
Hermione dug her hands into her armpits in a pathetic attempt to keep them warm. The snow was heavy and she had been waiting for hours. She sighed and looked around. To her right, she saw fresh footsteps in the snow. They were leading up towards her and stoped in the middle of nowhere. She narrowed her eyes and scowled.
"Even an invisibility cloak can't hide footsteps!" Hemione yelled, stomping towards them. Out of nowhere, Ron Weasley's head appeared. He took one look at his friend's face and tried to retrace his steps.
" Oh no you don't!" She growled as she grabbed him by the collar of the cloak. Ron let out a yelp as she dragged him towards her. Hermione ripped the cloak off Ron's shoulders to make him easier to abuse. The now visible Ron sighed and stood up, brushing the snow off his robes.
" Explain." Hermione demanded coldly.
" Mione, I-" He started, going red in the face.
" What were you doing?" She advanced on him, making him walk backwards.
" I, uh, was taking a walk ." Ron stumbled on a small stone and fell to the ground, staring up in fear at the mass of raged hormones towering above him.
"Oh? With this on?" Hermione asked in false sweetness, holding up the silvery cloak. Ron nodded dumbly.
"YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME WEREN'T YOU?!!" Hermione yelled, throwing the cloak to the ground. By now, Ron's freckles were hidden by the red blush that had taken over his face. With amazing strength, Hermione hauled him up by the front of his robes and stood him up on his feet.
"Now, you will tell me WHY you were following me." Hermione said, jabbing his chest roughly with her index finger.
" I-I know about you and Avolorm-" Ron flinched, expecting her to explode, but the explosion never came. Just shocked silence.
"There is no me and Avolorm." She hissed dangerously.
" I know Mione-"
"DON'T call me Mione!" Hermione interrupted. Ron ignored this and continued.
" Mione, I know there is no you and Avolorm. He's faking it. He's using you. He knows you are Harry's best friend and he knows-" Ron's voice trailed off. He hated the truth in it, but it was true.
" He knows you like him." Ron finished lamely. He looked up at Hermione and wondered what was going on behind that stiff mask on her face, hiding her real emotions. Before he could say any more, an open palm came flying across his left cheek, causing him to buckle at the knees.
"Get out." Hermione hissed. " Get out of my life." With that she turned and left, leaving Ron there on his knees in the snow.
I am soooooo out of ideas here!!!
SOS! Ideas! Puh-lease!!!?!