The walk to the bar had lasted quite a long time. Hermione supposed this
was in order to prevent younger students from finding the place. Mind you,
she thought, Dumbledore has probably enchanted it to make it invisible to
under-sixteens, a bit like how the Leaky Cauldron could not be seen by
Muggles. It was also highly probable that the numerous suits of armour that
had saluted Ron and Hermione as they passed were there to deter anyone out
of bounds.
'You don't suppose the Slytherin common room's anywhere round here do you?' Asked Ron, eyeing a dingy looking tapestry with suspiscion.
'I doubt it, not if the teachers have to keep this secret. Anyway, *you've* been in the Slytherin common room before, I'd have thought you two would have memorised the way there, or at least found it on the marauder's map.'
Ron turned to Hermione, with a grin on his face 'Good point! Wow, I can't believe we haven't thought of that before. although I can't remember ever seeing anything but our common room on there.' His eyes glazed as he imagined the map.
'Maybe it only shows the common room of whoever's holding it. I mean, Hogwarts has great security spells and enchantments everywhere, perhaps the Marauders couldn't counter the common room secrecy spell. I'll have to look it up when we get back, it *might* be in Hogwarts, a History.'
'Hermione, if you're not certain if something's written in Hogwarts, a History, then I severely doubt it's in there,' laughed Ron, 'you must have read it at least five hundred times in your five years here. You'll have to buy a new copy for sixth and seventh year, your original one might fall apart from over use!'
'Oh I don't know, I could always use yours; I expect it's in perfect condition as you've only opened it about *twice*!' Hermione replied, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.
Ron rolled his eyes. Didn't she understand that there were more *important* things to spend time reading? Quidditch through the Ages, for example. Now *that* was a book that Ron was quite happy to quote from by heart!
He was disturbed from his reveries about the Chudley Cannons when he felt Hermione grab his arm. He looked up to find them standing infront of a large, wooden door with two stone dragons guarding at either side. From the glint in their eyes Ron suspected that they were enchanted to recognise anyone under sixteen and hex them into oblivion. He smiled as he remembered the fates of Fred and George when they tried to fool the age line around the Goblet of Fire, and felt quite relieved to be sixteen.
'We're here!' Smiled Hermione.
Ron smiled back, and pushed open the door.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- *author's note* Sorry this chap is a bit shorter than the first. I just wanted to get a bit more done on this story. It's my first fic so be kind :)! The bar is/will be based on one near my uni which is inside a medieval prison, which is apparently haunted. It was the inspiration for this fic. anyway, hope you like it! Please review!
'You don't suppose the Slytherin common room's anywhere round here do you?' Asked Ron, eyeing a dingy looking tapestry with suspiscion.
'I doubt it, not if the teachers have to keep this secret. Anyway, *you've* been in the Slytherin common room before, I'd have thought you two would have memorised the way there, or at least found it on the marauder's map.'
Ron turned to Hermione, with a grin on his face 'Good point! Wow, I can't believe we haven't thought of that before. although I can't remember ever seeing anything but our common room on there.' His eyes glazed as he imagined the map.
'Maybe it only shows the common room of whoever's holding it. I mean, Hogwarts has great security spells and enchantments everywhere, perhaps the Marauders couldn't counter the common room secrecy spell. I'll have to look it up when we get back, it *might* be in Hogwarts, a History.'
'Hermione, if you're not certain if something's written in Hogwarts, a History, then I severely doubt it's in there,' laughed Ron, 'you must have read it at least five hundred times in your five years here. You'll have to buy a new copy for sixth and seventh year, your original one might fall apart from over use!'
'Oh I don't know, I could always use yours; I expect it's in perfect condition as you've only opened it about *twice*!' Hermione replied, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.
Ron rolled his eyes. Didn't she understand that there were more *important* things to spend time reading? Quidditch through the Ages, for example. Now *that* was a book that Ron was quite happy to quote from by heart!
He was disturbed from his reveries about the Chudley Cannons when he felt Hermione grab his arm. He looked up to find them standing infront of a large, wooden door with two stone dragons guarding at either side. From the glint in their eyes Ron suspected that they were enchanted to recognise anyone under sixteen and hex them into oblivion. He smiled as he remembered the fates of Fred and George when they tried to fool the age line around the Goblet of Fire, and felt quite relieved to be sixteen.
'We're here!' Smiled Hermione.
Ron smiled back, and pushed open the door.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- *author's note* Sorry this chap is a bit shorter than the first. I just wanted to get a bit more done on this story. It's my first fic so be kind :)! The bar is/will be based on one near my uni which is inside a medieval prison, which is apparently haunted. It was the inspiration for this fic. anyway, hope you like it! Please review!