"Nikole!" Harry yelled.
Nikole continued running. Tears were streaming down her face. She couldn't believe this. In only one night she'd been betrayed by a huge arachnid; almost killed by her long-lost, serial killer of a godfather; finally found a real person who really cared for her; running away from her friends; disobeyed Oliver; everything! For all she knew, a gigantic shoe would fly off into the night and marry a goldfish from the moon!
"Nikole!" Harry yelled again.
Nikole opened a door by its rusty, metal handle, and ran inside into the darkness. Nikole had been here before. This was what she called Vampire's Cavern, because vampires used to use this passageway often to get into the castle. Filch, the caretaker, had lent her the Marauder's Map to block out some of the secret tunnels that are not known by anyone.
She ran her fingers across the cold, hard stone. She could barely see her own nose! Harry's footsteps could be heard behind her. She ran into the basement room. Not bothering to shut the door behind her, she ran and dived onto the old, green, faded, three-setter couch.
Harry followed her inside and fell onto the ground after shutting it. "Nikole!" he gasped. "Nikole! Are you okay?"
Nikole wiped her face with her sleeve. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"I said so, didn't I?" Nikole snapped. "Please, just let me be, Harry. I need to sort things out, okay?"
"Nikole, you could die because of this Tom Riddle, do you understand? I'm not letting you out of my sight, do you hear me?" Harry's face underwent a serious look.
Nikole said nothing. Harry assumed she agreed.
Harry got up and looked around the basement.
Messily scrawled handwriting covered torn parchments, which had turned yellow and brown with age. Opened inkbottles sat next to the sheets of parchment on the wooden, century-old desk, which stood to the left of the couch. A dartboard hung on the wall by the desk with darts sticking from every which way gravity allowed. Architectural graphs were taped onto the wall above the desk right beside a clock, which was very much like the one at Ron's house, only, instead of students, they were teachers and vampires and demons. A small window parallel from the door was at the top of the basement's main wall. Condensation took over the outside of the plastic window, which was open a crack of an inch. A bookshelf at the far corner (to the right of the couch) stood next to another desk was filled with books. Opened books littered the dark cherry desk, along with more parchment and inkbottles and quills. Candles hung all along the walls in brackets. Chairs, which were only two, sat by the desks. A huge trunk was open underneath the window and was filled with stakes, bows with arrows, boxing gloves, knee pads and elbow pads, roller blades, four swords in sheaths, a baseball cap, leather gloves, hunting leather boots, six daggers, a metal helmet, and a pair of brass knuckles.
"So," Harry started. "You come here often?"
Nikole had stopped crying and was now sitting down at her desk under the architectural graphs, writing and scribbling on parchment. Her quill was old, for it was a light beige color.
"Often enough," she replied, standing and going over to the bookshelf. "You?"
"Nah, I'm sort of new," Harry said with a laugh. He followed her toward the bookshelf and scanned the titles. Nikole walked in front of him and pulled a book of the shelf and placed it onto the table. She sat down in the chair and turned the pages. "Um," Harry started. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for followers of Voldemort," Nikole said not looking up at him.
"Why?"
"Any sign of whoever could've risen that psycho nut who just happens to be my godfather that killed my family." Nikole stood again and brought the book with her over to the desk. She pulled out some parchment and continued to scribble her plans.
{Two weeks later}
Nikole appeared from the staircase, carrying a load of books.
"Hello, Nikole," Hermione greeted with a smile.
Nikole looked up. "Oh, hey."
"Are you still looking on how to kill this Riddle person?"
"Yup."
"I wish I could help you, Nikole," Hermione said. "I really do! But I just haven't the time...."
"Understandable." Nikole blew a strand of hair from her face.
"Are you having any trouble?"
"You could say that."
"Why?"
"Well, out of all my books, I can't find a thing and-"
"Well, that does seem like a problem, now doesn't it?"
"I'm not done."
"Oh." Hermione cleared her throat. "Go on."
"I've read all of my books...and I seem to be missing one. It's odd really. No one's been in that room besides me for centuries! Harry is an exception. The door has an enchantment thing on it that can read my fingerprints and only I can come in-"
"Sorry, but, if only you can come in...then how'd Harry get in?" Hermione asked.
Nikole stopped. How /did/ Harry get in? Let's see...she ran inside and dived onto the couch...then Harry came in...the door was open! She had left it open! But then...how could...the door was open when she had ran in! Someone had been there and had left in a hurry! The window...was it open? Nikole explained her theory to Hermione with anticipation.
"Oh dear..." Hermione gasped. "But, how did they get in?"
"I don't know, Herm. I don't know." Nikole looked up. "Come on, we need to talk to Harry!"
Nikole continued running. Tears were streaming down her face. She couldn't believe this. In only one night she'd been betrayed by a huge arachnid; almost killed by her long-lost, serial killer of a godfather; finally found a real person who really cared for her; running away from her friends; disobeyed Oliver; everything! For all she knew, a gigantic shoe would fly off into the night and marry a goldfish from the moon!
"Nikole!" Harry yelled again.
Nikole opened a door by its rusty, metal handle, and ran inside into the darkness. Nikole had been here before. This was what she called Vampire's Cavern, because vampires used to use this passageway often to get into the castle. Filch, the caretaker, had lent her the Marauder's Map to block out some of the secret tunnels that are not known by anyone.
She ran her fingers across the cold, hard stone. She could barely see her own nose! Harry's footsteps could be heard behind her. She ran into the basement room. Not bothering to shut the door behind her, she ran and dived onto the old, green, faded, three-setter couch.
Harry followed her inside and fell onto the ground after shutting it. "Nikole!" he gasped. "Nikole! Are you okay?"
Nikole wiped her face with her sleeve. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"I said so, didn't I?" Nikole snapped. "Please, just let me be, Harry. I need to sort things out, okay?"
"Nikole, you could die because of this Tom Riddle, do you understand? I'm not letting you out of my sight, do you hear me?" Harry's face underwent a serious look.
Nikole said nothing. Harry assumed she agreed.
Harry got up and looked around the basement.
Messily scrawled handwriting covered torn parchments, which had turned yellow and brown with age. Opened inkbottles sat next to the sheets of parchment on the wooden, century-old desk, which stood to the left of the couch. A dartboard hung on the wall by the desk with darts sticking from every which way gravity allowed. Architectural graphs were taped onto the wall above the desk right beside a clock, which was very much like the one at Ron's house, only, instead of students, they were teachers and vampires and demons. A small window parallel from the door was at the top of the basement's main wall. Condensation took over the outside of the plastic window, which was open a crack of an inch. A bookshelf at the far corner (to the right of the couch) stood next to another desk was filled with books. Opened books littered the dark cherry desk, along with more parchment and inkbottles and quills. Candles hung all along the walls in brackets. Chairs, which were only two, sat by the desks. A huge trunk was open underneath the window and was filled with stakes, bows with arrows, boxing gloves, knee pads and elbow pads, roller blades, four swords in sheaths, a baseball cap, leather gloves, hunting leather boots, six daggers, a metal helmet, and a pair of brass knuckles.
"So," Harry started. "You come here often?"
Nikole had stopped crying and was now sitting down at her desk under the architectural graphs, writing and scribbling on parchment. Her quill was old, for it was a light beige color.
"Often enough," she replied, standing and going over to the bookshelf. "You?"
"Nah, I'm sort of new," Harry said with a laugh. He followed her toward the bookshelf and scanned the titles. Nikole walked in front of him and pulled a book of the shelf and placed it onto the table. She sat down in the chair and turned the pages. "Um," Harry started. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for followers of Voldemort," Nikole said not looking up at him.
"Why?"
"Any sign of whoever could've risen that psycho nut who just happens to be my godfather that killed my family." Nikole stood again and brought the book with her over to the desk. She pulled out some parchment and continued to scribble her plans.
{Two weeks later}
Nikole appeared from the staircase, carrying a load of books.
"Hello, Nikole," Hermione greeted with a smile.
Nikole looked up. "Oh, hey."
"Are you still looking on how to kill this Riddle person?"
"Yup."
"I wish I could help you, Nikole," Hermione said. "I really do! But I just haven't the time...."
"Understandable." Nikole blew a strand of hair from her face.
"Are you having any trouble?"
"You could say that."
"Why?"
"Well, out of all my books, I can't find a thing and-"
"Well, that does seem like a problem, now doesn't it?"
"I'm not done."
"Oh." Hermione cleared her throat. "Go on."
"I've read all of my books...and I seem to be missing one. It's odd really. No one's been in that room besides me for centuries! Harry is an exception. The door has an enchantment thing on it that can read my fingerprints and only I can come in-"
"Sorry, but, if only you can come in...then how'd Harry get in?" Hermione asked.
Nikole stopped. How /did/ Harry get in? Let's see...she ran inside and dived onto the couch...then Harry came in...the door was open! She had left it open! But then...how could...the door was open when she had ran in! Someone had been there and had left in a hurry! The window...was it open? Nikole explained her theory to Hermione with anticipation.
"Oh dear..." Hermione gasped. "But, how did they get in?"
"I don't know, Herm. I don't know." Nikole looked up. "Come on, we need to talk to Harry!"