A Twisted Candle chapter Four
Hermione ran towards Candle, Ron, and Harry. "Are you three trying out for
the school play?" (A.N.- This chapter may appear as a RUN-ON on
fanfiction.net. But there is nothing I can do to fix it as the original
format is not a run-on so don't send em reviews complaining about how I
need to do better gram and add spaces!) he asked them. Ron snorted, "The
'muggle' play, you mean." Getting a glare from Hermione, he added, "Not
that that's bad, or anything!" "I'm trying out. Are you?" he asked
Hermione. She nodded, vigorously. Candle had been quiet during the
conversation, trying to figure out if she should try out, when Malfoy,
Crabbe, and Goyle walked by. Malfoy was saying, quite loudly, " I'M trying
out for the prince!" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Really, I must say you're a
better part for the king considering you act like one." Ron said, annoyed.
"And whose going to be Sleeping Beauty? Don't tell me you, Granger. You
know the girl must be beautiful to get the part!" Malfoy said and Crabbe
and Goyle snickered. "Shut up, Malfoy! Your looks are worse than hers!" Ron
spat. Malfoy's eyes went to Ron and his smirk vanished into a look of
disgust. "Well, Weasly, I must say you're suddenly brave." Malfoy said
getting in Ron's face. "Auditions are starting." Candle said quietly before
the fight worsened. "Well good luck!" Malfoy said sarcastically and walked
away.
Candle sat quietly as she watched people try out for parts on the stage.
She waited quietly for everyone else to finish so you they could head back.
"Next one is....Rosenburg, Candle!" announced Professor McGonagall.
Candle's eyes widened in shock and she looked up. Suddenly she heard
chuckles and looked over at Fred and George. "You entered my name! Why you
little-!" "Hurry!" Hermione hissed into Candle's ear. Candle was numbly
pushed forward and onto the stage.
"The Call backs list is in the Great Hall!" Hermione announced a November
morning. "Don't you usually receive a phone call?" Candle asked. "A what-
?!" Ron asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.
Everyone gathered up around the list. "I can't believe it! I didn't get the
prince!" Harry said in shock. "Well fame won't get you everywhere, Potter."
Said Malfoy menacingly. Ron went pale. "I don't believe it!" he said as if
the world was ending. "Well what do you know. Guess whose the prince." Said
Malfoy with a smirk on his face. "Let me through!" shouted Pansy in
annoyance. "If Malfoy got the prince there's only one other person who can
be the princess!" Pansy said confidently. Suddenly she stepped back with a
gasp. "I'm the witch! Me! Of all people! I am not fit for such a part!"
Pansy whined. "Don't be so sure." Hermione muttered. "Of all the
embarrassing things! HER, sleeping Beauty?!" "Candle! You're Sleeping
Beauty!" Ginny exclaimed. Candle looked shocked at first. "Fred, George!"
she yelled and turned around to discover they had 'suddenly' disappeared.
Malfoy was staring at her in shock. "There's no way!" he shouted. Candle
was taken aback and could only smile. "Oh, come on hunny! This'll be fun!"
she said hugging him. "Gross! Get away!" shouted Malfoy who ran off. Harry
suddenly turned around pale and was breathing harshly. "Candle, I am your
father." Harry said. "Who are you Darth Vader." Candle muttered. "No, I
mean in the play!" Harry snapped. "Guess whose your loving wife." Chirped
Hermione. Harry looked at her. Ginny suddenly turned pale and then blushed.
"Ewww! Ginny is-!" Ron looked disgusted. "You think THAT'S bad. Guess whose
prince charming's father!" Ginny whispered mischievously. Ron went even
paler and ran up to the list. "I-It can't be....No...." Ron whispered in
horror. "There, there, Ron." Ginny said patting him on the shoulder. "Oh by
the way Hermione, your one of the fairies!' Ginny said excitedly. 'Really!"
Hermione said smiling. "I guess our first rehearsal is next Monday." Candle
said giving a sigh. Ron started to laugh uncontrollably. "Get up! You look
stupid!' Hermione said. "I think he's gone mad." Said Ginny. "What's so
funny?" Harry asked. "G-Guess w-who gets to-!" Ron tried to say it but
suddenly burst into laughter again so hard that tears came out of his eyes.
"To what?!" Candle said annoyed. "K-Kiss Malfoy!" Ron blurted out and fell
hard to the ground. "K-Kiss?" Candle gasped as she turned as white as
Hedwig. "I've never kissed anyone b-before!" Candle said scared. "You poor
soul!" Hermione said hugging Candle comfortingly. "Pucker up!" Ron shouted
and this time Harry burst into laughter with him. "Oh, shut up! You BOTH
look stupid now!" Hermione scolded.
Harry woke up in his bed. He got out of his bed and dizzily walked over to
the bathroom sink. Harry immediately felt a wave of nausea. He covered his
mouth and his head went down into the sink. Harry suddenly threw up blood
in the sink. His scar burned violently. He gasped for breath but then
everything went dark.
Harry moved his head sleepily. He heard voices yelling. "Hurry get a
doctor!' someone screamed. It sounded like Professor McGonagall. Harry
slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a dead body! He gave a
cry and shot up quickly scooted away from the body. Blood was dribbling
from his mouth. Harry felt his heart racing. "No!" Malfoy screamed trying
to get to the body. "G-Goyle!" Harry gasped, his voice hoarse. Goyle's eyes
seemed to be trained horribly on him! Every student there stood by, shocked
and worried. "You killed him!" Malfoy shouted at Harry viciously. "You
filthy murderer!" he screamed. Harry was shocked. Just then, Crabbe came
and, when he saw Goyle, he started crying, and Malfoy advanced on Harry,
looking hysterical. Candle came out of nowhere. She confidently placed
herself in between Malfoy and Harry. Malfoy wanted SO badly just push her
out of his way, but something made him stop. "Get out of the way, Mudblood!
Or I'll..."he didn't know what he'd do. Candle said, "You'll what? Draco,
this really isn't the time to be making threats, especially when someone
has..." she stopped, as if fighting off tears "died." She finished. Then
Candle whispered, so softly that Malfoy had to lean forward to hear her, "I
know how you must be feeling, and I'm...I-I'm sorry." She choked out,
putting her head down. When Candle looked up again, her face was streaked
with tears. She looked into Malfoy's eyes, and then fled. Malfoy felt both
angry and...something else, not for Goyle or himself....but for her. Before
he knew what he was doing, he ran after her, leaving Crabbe to mourn over
Goyle.
"What happened, Potter?" asked Professor McGonagall as she turned to Harry
watching Malfoy run off. "If I may so say, it seems Harry has once again
become a victim of circumstances. He's obviously at the wrong place at the
wrong time." Said Sirius as he walked up behind Harry. "I know that, but we
need to get as much information out of the boy as possible. Do you remember
anything, Potter?" she asked. Harry shook his head. "I was in my bedroom
and fainted suddenly." Harry said. Which was true, Harry just left out the
detail of nausea and blood so as not to worry Sirius or anyone else, where
he'd have to once again restrict his school life for his own safety. Harry
just stood there still recovering from the shock of Goyle's death, when
Ginny shyly came up to him. She looked sadly up at him, "Do you want to go
to the library? I...I could help you do some research on what could have
done this...." she finished, uncertainly. Ron and Hermione walked with them
as they headed toward the library. But Harry couldn't think about research
while the look on Goyle's face was still haunting him, making him feel like
he was some how responsible...
In the hall, Malfoy looked for Candle. 'Where is she?' he found himself
thinking, and then tried to snap himself out of these weird feelings. 'You
should be thinking about Goyle, you idiot! NOT that...that...muggle! Think
of Potter! Think of how he killed him!' Malfoy was suddenly so mad that he
punched the wall, nearly breaking his hand. Malfoy then heard what heard
like someone crying. Slowly, he followed the sobs, until they led him to a
girl, sitting on the floor, all scrunched up in the corner. Malfoy
immediately recognized the long, blonde hair. Just then, Candle looked up
at him, her big, green eyes red from sobbing. Again, Malfoy had that
strange sensation of wanting to treat her nicely. He tried to dislodge this
urge by shaking his head, and turned away. But Candle's voice stopped him
dead in his tracks. "Wait..." she said hoarsely. And before he could stop
himself, he kneeled walked over to her. Malfoy, a bit awkwardly, helped her
up and into a chair. He then looked at her, saw something there, in her
eyes that made his insides nearly melt. This really freaked him out.
'What's...what's happening to me?' he thought, wildly. As fast as he could,
he got out of the chair, and ran like his life depended on it, leaving a
quite shaky Candle behind.
Harry walked on with Ginny. The girl wasn't trying to score points with
Harry but she wanted to help in any way she could. But by her shy reaction
and her untimely question the people looked at her as she left the crime
scene as if she should be ashamed. Ginny was sad but she couldn't really
mourn Goyle, she didn't know him. Harry entered the library with Ginny,
Ron, and Hermione. Harry explained what happened before he blacked-out and
woke up next to a dead Goyle. Ginny looked at Ron as he spoke spoke, "I bet
you anything Harry, that Snape, poisoned you. I mean it sounds like you
were poisoned and for you to be framed for a crime on Slytherin is just
what he'd want." "Really, Ron! That is so far-fetched! Snape may er-dislike
Harry, but he wouldn't go as far as to kill one of his own students just to
frame Harry." Hermione argued. "I can't believe your sticking up for him!"
Ron said angrily. "I am not sticking up for him. I'm doing this logically
and with a cool head! Something you can't do as you blindly blame someone
you hate and whom happens to hate you!" Hermione retorted. "I suppose you
think he likes you!" Ron shouted. "No! But I am not going to concentrate on
Snape, who obviously hasn't done it, while the real murderer is still
freely lurking about!" Hermione snapped. They gave each other angry glares
and the turned around not speaking to one another for the rest of the
evening.
