Disclaimer: I own what characters are in the plot and I own Carol, but that's it.
Chapter 3
"Dammit," Harry murmured, looking through his clothes in his closet, throwing things around his room.
"Carol!" Harry yelled. "Have you seen my black suit?" He walked through the door and silence was in the air as Harry's black suit was laid out on the couch. Carol was standing on a chair, looking herself in the mirror as she straightened her tie for her boy suit.
"It's a little wrinkled," she apologized. Harry kissed her hair.
"It's perfect," he whispered and left the room to put it on.
Harry and Carol walked into Harry's sister's house. Harry rushed up to Sarah and grabbed her in a hug.
"I'm so sorry," Harry murmured as his sister wept for her lost daughter. Harry turned to Draco, Sarah's husband.
"How are you doing, Draco?" Harry asked. Draco's sad gray eyes raised to meet Harry's emerald ones.
"Fine...how are you?" Draco asked, no emotion in his voice. Without an answer, Draco turned away to stare into nothingness. Carol looked around the house and found a picture of her favorite cousin. She tentatively put the rose down on the table in front of it. Sarah and Harry where in the kitchen, washing dishes.
"He never sleeps, it hit him to hard," Sarah mumbled to Harry, she was talking about Draco. Sarah turned to Harry. "I was on the Internet for hours and I never found one article about a teenage girl's heart just stopping." She broke off. "I saw her face....," Sarah whispered as the image of her daughter's burnt face fell forward in the closet. They where silent for a moment.
"Maybe you could find out Harry, I mean, your a reporter and that's what you do, ask questions. You-you where close to her, you could found out what happened," Sarah pleaded Harry. Harry thought for a moment.
"I'll try and do what I can," he replied.
Carol eyed the steps and could feel that her cousin had run up that staircase. She almost felt the vibrations. Something was pulling her upstairs and reluctantly, Carol walked up the steps. Her bluish brown eyes looked down the hallway, bad vibes reaching her. Carol knew her cousin had touched that doorknob. The little girl let her hand touch the knob and gently turned it and opened the door. The first thing she saw was the t.v. and crept towards it. She got down on her knees and stared into the blank screen. An invisible movement flew across the screen and jerked her out of her daydream.
"Carol?" Harry walked into the room and kissed the girl's forehead. "Come on, let's go, we shouldn't be in her room." Carol gazed at a picture of herself and Hermione.
"It's not her room anymore," she said lightly and stormed quietly out of the room. Harry, though, stayed behind as a binder of Hermione's caught her eye. Tons of pictures of Hermione and her friends, Hermione by herself, Hermione with...Carol. Harry breathed a sigh, he would never be able to get as close to Carol as Hermione had, and Carol was his daughter! Harry opened the binder and saw a film canister and picked it up, slipping it into his pocket. He pulled out a slip of paper and pocketed it to. It was the address to a film developer.
Deciding to help find out what had stopped his niece's heart, Harry walked outside to some of Hermione's friends. Two girls where engaged in a conversation.
"They don't put you in a mental institute if they think your crazy....something scared her shitless," the shorter one said, who's name was Kathryn. Harry walked up behind them.
"Who's in the mental institute?" he asked, joining in the conversation.
"Becca....Hermione's friend," the taller one, Statia told him.
"I remember being their age..me and my best friend would sneak up to my room, get high," he told them, completely at ease. Kathryn and Statia smiled and chuckled.
"So.....what do you think they where doing up there?" Harry asked, taking a cigarette from Kathryn's hand. A 18 year old boy sat close by, clothes disheveled, hair matted against his head from sweat.
"Nothing......Hermione was just walking into her room. Nothing, they weren't doing anything.....it was the tape," he told them. Statia and Kathryn sighed in annoyance.
"Shut up Brett," Statia breathed.
"What tape?" Harry asked him.
"The tape that kills you in 7 days," Brett replied. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"What's on it," Harry asked.
"Well obviously I haven't seen it," Brett answered, sweeping a hand through his hair.
"But...last week she was with her parents...." Harry told them.
"No...she was with her boy---" Statia started.
"What?" Harry asked, turning to her,
"Her boyfriend, Josh....it was kinda a secret," Statia finished. Kathryn glared at her.
"Kinda?!" Kathryn exclaimed.
"And where is Josh right now?" Harry asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Josh is dead," Brett told him bluntly. Statia and Kathryn gaped.
"What? How?" Harry asked, disbelieving.
"Supposively he killed himself," Brett said. 'Supposively...' Harry mused and thanked them before walking away.
The next day, Harry pushed his way out the door of the developing store. He flipped through the pictures. A small, ghost smile appeared on his face as he saw his niece smiling at him. He looked at the others. He saw two boys and two girls, one being Hermione, on a couch, smiling like they knew eachother since the day they where born. Then, he came across a picture that disturbed him.
"They where using the same camera.....so how?" he murmured to himself and looked at the picture, his niece and her friend's faces blurred. He saw another picture of Hermione standing in front of a sign.
"Hansbourough Inn," he muttered and got in his car.
~It's not too long, but I tried my best and I'm gonna try and update faster becuz at this rate, by the time i get to the part with Severus, it'll be next year, so i'll update soon! I know the Inn isn't called Hansbourough Inn, but I forgot what it was called, so I just said that. Anyway...PLEASE R&R!!!
Chapter 3
"Dammit," Harry murmured, looking through his clothes in his closet, throwing things around his room.
"Carol!" Harry yelled. "Have you seen my black suit?" He walked through the door and silence was in the air as Harry's black suit was laid out on the couch. Carol was standing on a chair, looking herself in the mirror as she straightened her tie for her boy suit.
"It's a little wrinkled," she apologized. Harry kissed her hair.
"It's perfect," he whispered and left the room to put it on.
Harry and Carol walked into Harry's sister's house. Harry rushed up to Sarah and grabbed her in a hug.
"I'm so sorry," Harry murmured as his sister wept for her lost daughter. Harry turned to Draco, Sarah's husband.
"How are you doing, Draco?" Harry asked. Draco's sad gray eyes raised to meet Harry's emerald ones.
"Fine...how are you?" Draco asked, no emotion in his voice. Without an answer, Draco turned away to stare into nothingness. Carol looked around the house and found a picture of her favorite cousin. She tentatively put the rose down on the table in front of it. Sarah and Harry where in the kitchen, washing dishes.
"He never sleeps, it hit him to hard," Sarah mumbled to Harry, she was talking about Draco. Sarah turned to Harry. "I was on the Internet for hours and I never found one article about a teenage girl's heart just stopping." She broke off. "I saw her face....," Sarah whispered as the image of her daughter's burnt face fell forward in the closet. They where silent for a moment.
"Maybe you could find out Harry, I mean, your a reporter and that's what you do, ask questions. You-you where close to her, you could found out what happened," Sarah pleaded Harry. Harry thought for a moment.
"I'll try and do what I can," he replied.
Carol eyed the steps and could feel that her cousin had run up that staircase. She almost felt the vibrations. Something was pulling her upstairs and reluctantly, Carol walked up the steps. Her bluish brown eyes looked down the hallway, bad vibes reaching her. Carol knew her cousin had touched that doorknob. The little girl let her hand touch the knob and gently turned it and opened the door. The first thing she saw was the t.v. and crept towards it. She got down on her knees and stared into the blank screen. An invisible movement flew across the screen and jerked her out of her daydream.
"Carol?" Harry walked into the room and kissed the girl's forehead. "Come on, let's go, we shouldn't be in her room." Carol gazed at a picture of herself and Hermione.
"It's not her room anymore," she said lightly and stormed quietly out of the room. Harry, though, stayed behind as a binder of Hermione's caught her eye. Tons of pictures of Hermione and her friends, Hermione by herself, Hermione with...Carol. Harry breathed a sigh, he would never be able to get as close to Carol as Hermione had, and Carol was his daughter! Harry opened the binder and saw a film canister and picked it up, slipping it into his pocket. He pulled out a slip of paper and pocketed it to. It was the address to a film developer.
Deciding to help find out what had stopped his niece's heart, Harry walked outside to some of Hermione's friends. Two girls where engaged in a conversation.
"They don't put you in a mental institute if they think your crazy....something scared her shitless," the shorter one said, who's name was Kathryn. Harry walked up behind them.
"Who's in the mental institute?" he asked, joining in the conversation.
"Becca....Hermione's friend," the taller one, Statia told him.
"I remember being their age..me and my best friend would sneak up to my room, get high," he told them, completely at ease. Kathryn and Statia smiled and chuckled.
"So.....what do you think they where doing up there?" Harry asked, taking a cigarette from Kathryn's hand. A 18 year old boy sat close by, clothes disheveled, hair matted against his head from sweat.
"Nothing......Hermione was just walking into her room. Nothing, they weren't doing anything.....it was the tape," he told them. Statia and Kathryn sighed in annoyance.
"Shut up Brett," Statia breathed.
"What tape?" Harry asked him.
"The tape that kills you in 7 days," Brett replied. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"What's on it," Harry asked.
"Well obviously I haven't seen it," Brett answered, sweeping a hand through his hair.
"But...last week she was with her parents...." Harry told them.
"No...she was with her boy---" Statia started.
"What?" Harry asked, turning to her,
"Her boyfriend, Josh....it was kinda a secret," Statia finished. Kathryn glared at her.
"Kinda?!" Kathryn exclaimed.
"And where is Josh right now?" Harry asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Josh is dead," Brett told him bluntly. Statia and Kathryn gaped.
"What? How?" Harry asked, disbelieving.
"Supposively he killed himself," Brett said. 'Supposively...' Harry mused and thanked them before walking away.
The next day, Harry pushed his way out the door of the developing store. He flipped through the pictures. A small, ghost smile appeared on his face as he saw his niece smiling at him. He looked at the others. He saw two boys and two girls, one being Hermione, on a couch, smiling like they knew eachother since the day they where born. Then, he came across a picture that disturbed him.
"They where using the same camera.....so how?" he murmured to himself and looked at the picture, his niece and her friend's faces blurred. He saw another picture of Hermione standing in front of a sign.
"Hansbourough Inn," he muttered and got in his car.
~It's not too long, but I tried my best and I'm gonna try and update faster becuz at this rate, by the time i get to the part with Severus, it'll be next year, so i'll update soon! I know the Inn isn't called Hansbourough Inn, but I forgot what it was called, so I just said that. Anyway...PLEASE R&R!!!
