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Chapter Twelve
A few days later Harry left the hospital wing. He went straight to the Gryffindor Common room. He had to talk to Hermione immediately. "Hermione," he said softly, "I need to talk to you. Alone." Hermione nodded, and put down the book she was reading, "do you want to go for a walk?" she asked. "Yeah," Harry replied, and the two of them left Hogwarts. Hermione and Harry walked around the lake for awhile in complete silence. The only noise to be heard was the rustling of the leaves and the soft whistling of the birds and owls. "Harry," said Hermione, "Why are you mad at me?" "I'm not," Harry sighed and turned to face Hermione, "I know that I haven't been acting like a friend, but a lot has been going on lately. More than you could imagine." "Like what?" Hermione asked, "We're friends, you *can* talk to me, you know." "I know I can," he admitted, "and right now I really have to." They sat down under a tree. Hermione picked up a leaf and began to trace its veins with her fingers. "Professor Dumbledore told me that you have been having visions," Hermione said as she put the leaf down and directed her attention to Harry, "what have you been seeing?" "A lot," Harry replied as he leaned against the tree, "Ron-I don't know how he's surviving it all. I mean, he's been under the crutatius curse so many times. and now everyone is sick. Lucius Malfoy is there, but according to Dumbledore, he's helping. But I know that Ron and Ginny don't trust him." Harry stopped talking and picked up the leaf that Hermione had been playing with moments before. It was softer than any other leaf he had ever touched. It was as if the leaf was made of silk. It was as if Hermione could read his mind. "It's so soft, isn't it?" she said as she reached over to touch the bottom of the stem, "this is the softest part." The second her hand touched the leaf, the grounds of Hogwarts began to whirl and swirl. Hermione and Harry quickly became dizzier and dizzier until suddenly when swirling stopped, and both of them where somewhere else. Neither one of them knew exactly where they were though. It seemed to be a closet of some sort. "What happened?" Harry exclaimed, "Where are we?" "I don't know," Hermione replied nervously, "I suppose that that leaf was some sort of portkey." her voice trailed off. "Now what are we going to do?" Harry muttered. Hermione put her finger up to her mouth, "Listen" she whispered.
From off in the distance Harry could hear voices. Some sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Than he heard a door open than close and the voices grew louder.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cedric's Point of View ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I reached the cave a few moments after leaving Hogwarts. I was just having a meeting with Dumbledore, and some other wizards who are working to find Cho and the Weasleys. One thing about being dead is that it takes a lot less time to travel than it did when I was alive. Being dead is a lot easier than it was to be alive. I do have some problems though. Part of me just wishes that I could have crossed over like most people, but according to Mundungus Fletcher, who is a good friend of my parents and a very smart wizard, I still have the will to live. That is one thing that can keep someone as a ghost. Some of the ghosts that I have met, or known, seem to like being the way they-we are. I don't. I just want to be dead. I believe in heaven and hell, and I don't think that I was a bad person. My parents don't seem to like my being a ghost. I don't blame them. They accepted that I was gone at the end of last year. and now I'm back. Of course they were happy to see me at first.than Mum tried to hug me. I tried to make it a hug, but in the end, she just hugged herself in a shower of cold air. That's what I am.just air. All I want is to rest in peace. But I won't complain. I didn't complain when I was alive, and I'm not going to start now.
Once I got to the cave, Mr. Malfoy nodded to me, acknowledging my presence. I was there the day he broke down in front of Dumbledore. He said that he saw an error in his ways and he would do anything to be truly accepted on the good side. He apologized profusely for trying to get him fired three years ago. I didn't believe that he was being sincere until I saw tears in his eyes. But even then, couldn't completely trust him. Dumbledore did though. No questions asked. Naturally that made everyone a little nervous, so Professor Snape gave Malfoy some truth potion, and it turned out that Dumbledore, as usual, had been right to trust Malfoy.
I looked at the captives. Cho looked as beautiful as ever. Even though her hair was tangled, her face was dirty and she was a lot thinner than the last time I saw her. Every time I go to tell her about the portkeys, I loose it. I actually feel myself wanting to cry. And there are very few emotions that I can feel. The same is with my senses. I can still hear, and I can still see. But why can't I smell or taste or feel anymore? And why don't I care that I can't smell anymore? I don't really care about much at all. The thing that keeps me going, here on the good side, is that I will be helping my friends. Seeing Harry earlier this week, unconscious made me sad too. I know that Harry is feeling sort of guilty over my death. I understand that. I would feel guilty to if it were he who died. But I don't blame Harry for my death. I don't blame anyone except for Voldemort. The man whose name I feared to speak while I was alive.I don't fear it anymore. I don't fear anything.
"Stand up!" Voldemort yelled to Cho. Cho obeyed. "I have been so busy with our little friend here," he said, waving his hand to Ron, "That I haven't had a chance to play with you." Cho flinched, but stared straight ahead. I saw fear, bravery, and determination mixed in her beautiful eyes. I longed to be with her. But I couldn't risk it. Voldemort knows who I am. He knows that I respect Dumbledore. Everyone at Hogwarts respects him, even the Slytherins. Well, most of them anyway. "So *you're* the girl whom Harry Potter fancies. I can't blame him," Voldemort whispered, "You are very pretty." "Wormtail!" he growled, "My wand!" A fat little death eater squeaked, than handed Voldemort his wand. Voldemort walked slowly around Cho. "Yes," he whispered, "Yes. I have been right in insuring your and their hygiene. My kindness to you has paid off."
That was another thing that I could not understand. Voldemort had made sure that Cho, Ginny, and Ron were clean. They didn't actually take showers, but every morning, a death eater would point his wand at all three of them (one at a time) than said, "Cleansito!" And instantly, their clothes and bodies were clean. Than he would make them open their mouths and he (or she if the death eater du jour was a female) would say, "Deplaqueimize!" And it was as if they had brushed their teeth. According to Dumbledore, most of the wizards who have been attending the meetings where we discuss this case have been using those spells in order to save time.
Voldemort began shouting out a bunch of spells that I have never heard before. In seconds, a bed appeared. Voldemort pulled out a knife. Cho gulped, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Ginny took a shuddering gasp and burst into tears. I could see a glistening in Ron's eyes too. He looked like he was about to pass out. The dark lord placed the smooth part of the blade to Cho's neck. "Yes, my dear, yes," he said silkily, "You are beautiful. It would be a shame for such a beauty to die a slow and painful death, now wouldn't it." When Cho didn't answer, Voldemort raised his voice. "WOULDN'T IT?!" "Yes," Cho whispered. I couldn't bear to watch this. How could anyone possibly be so evil? I started to watch again anyway though. Using the knife, Voldemort slowly began slicing the clothes off of Cho. *He can't be doing this* I thought to myself, as I continued to watch in disbelief. I should have kept myself hidden. But all I could think of was that this man.no not a man. this THING was robbing the one person I loved more than anyone else, of her innocence. She was too young. Of course, people sometimes are younger than Cho when they make love but that doesn't make it right. And Cho wasn't ready. To my right I heard someone gasp. I looked over; it was Ron who gasped. And he was looking at me. Not good.no one is supposed to know I'm here. Not even the people I am trying to help. A few death eaters know I'm here. But they're not really death eaters they are just spies. I put my fingers up to my mouth so that Ron would know to keep quiet.
"On the bed," Voldemort ordered once all of the clothes were off of Cho, who was now sobbing. But she did as she was told. "That's right," Voldemort said, smiling, as he too took his clothes off and joined Cho, "Now brace yourself, darling, for something that you will NEVER forget." *This is so wrong* I thought to my self, *something has to be done! *I* have to do something! But what?* And than all of the sudden Voldemort had Cho pinned down to the bed. He was actually going to do it. Something inside me snapped. "STOP!" Every single person in that cave turned his or her head to face Ron. Now, I wasn't floating too near to Ron when I shouted, but he was the only other person in the cave with a teenage-guy voice "What?" questioned Voldemort who got off of the bed, suddenly completely clothed, "and what in the name of Hell did you just tell me to do?" Ron stood up, and I could tell that the effort pained him. "I said to stop," Ron said, sounding both determined and scared at the same time. 'Wow. that's brave of him,' I thought, feeling ashamed of my outburst. "And do you think any good can come from *you* giving *me* orders?" "Leave her alone," Ron said, suddenly looking weaker than before, "Take me instead." "And tell me," said Voldemort, "what kind of pleasure would I get out of sleeping with you?" There was some scattered and nervous laughter from the death eaters. Ron was blushing furiously. I felt sympathetic for him. How terrible-trying to be brave for Cho, and ending up implying that he would rather sleep with the dark lord than watch someone else do it. And it was my fault. I felt horrible. I had a sudden outburst, and everyone in the cave, except for me, and hopefully Cho and Ginny, thought. I didn't even want to THINK about what was running through their sick minds. "That's not what I meant," Ron said. His voice was barely above a whisper, "and you know it. Now.please.just." His eyes rolled back and his body went limp and he fell to the ground in a heap. Every single death eater burst out laughing. "Do away with him," Voldemort ordered. Two death eaters stepped forward. One of them, a muscular looking lady with stringy blond hair and cold blue eyes picked Ron up, and swung him over her shoulder effortlessly. I noticed Lucius Malfoy quietly following them. "As for you my precious," said Voldemort as he stroke Cho's cheek, "this will have to wait for awhile." The dark lord nodded to the nearest death eater. The death eater muttered something under his breath and the bed disappeared and Cho fell to the ground. He muttered something else, and Cho's clothes appeared on her body, no longer ripped. The death eaters left the open area in the cave and went to their private sleeping quarters. From what I have seen, the rooms are extremely nice. They bare no resemblance to any cave that I have ever seen. Cho walked to where Ginny was sitting. Cho wrapped her arms around Ginny. "I'm so sorry, Ginny," she whispered, "I am so sorry!" "It's not your fault," said Ginny in a muffled voice. "Yes it is," cried Cho, "And now.now he's dead!"
It's times like this, when I start feeling human qualities again. I guess the longer you are dead, the more you forget about being alive. I swear that I felt a burning sensation in my eyes, and I know it wasn't my imagination. I don't really have an imagination now that I am dead. I don't have anything anymore.
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"He's not dead," said a deep voice from behind Cho and Ginny. Both girls gasped and jumped apart. Lucius Malfoy was carrying the limp figure of Ron. He dropped him on the ground next to the girls. "But who knows how long he'll live." Lucius looked at the box he had given Cho days before. "You don't seem to think of me as trust worthy, now do you?" he asked as he gave the box a slight kick, "Well, it's probably the only thing that can save you." With that, he quickly walked away, taking giant strides. "Maybe we should open it," whispered Ginny. "Let's wait," Cho insisted, "maybe just until Ron wakes up." "That is if he wakes up," Ginny said softly as a single tear slid down her cheek. !@@###$$$$%%%%%^^^^^^&&&&&&&********(((((((((Ü))))))))))********&&&&&&&^^^^ ^^%%%%%$$$$###@@!
Harry shot Hermione a questioning look. She just shrugged. But inside, Hermione racked her brain for clues to what had just happened. She recalled from one of her classes, the many types of portkeys. The ones that most people knew about were the ones that could transport one person or even large groups. But there were other types of portkeys too. Some that couldn't transport more than three or four people, no matter how large or small the portkeys were. There were some that could only transport a certain number of people. Hermione suspected that that was the kind that the leaf was. For a moment Hermione marveled over the fact that she and Harry just happened to touch the one leaf that happened to be a portkey. It was too simple really. It was as if the leaf was meant to be there. like it was waiting for two people to come along and touch it. From outside of the closet where Hermione and Harry were contained, angry voices were heard.
"Mister Fudge," said a lady's voice, "we have to get Harry out of the picture, he could ruin everything!" "But I have told you, Cyndi, there's no way we can do that. And according to Dumbledore, Harry is a Seer. Yes, he could be very helpful in the whole Chang/Weasley case, and possibly others as well." "But it could put him in serious danger," a males voice pointed out. "There has to be something," said Cyndi, "perhaps we could tell one of the reporters from the daily prophet that he is responsible for Cedric Diggory's death." "That's old news," said Fudge, "Mr. and Mrs. Diggory made it clear that they were not blaming Harry for the loss of their son." "I know I know," Cyndi insisted, "but if we don't have Potter somewhere where he cannot get out, than maybe we can keep him safe." "I don't know," said the other male voice, "do you really think that we should put him in Azkaban at all? He's been through so much already. Maybe we could keep him locked in a room at Hogwarts" "But John," said Cyndi, "The daily prophet. .that's it!" "What's it?" John and Mr. Fudge asked in unison. "Rita Skeeter caused a lot of problems for him last year, didn't she?" "Yes," said John, "but she caused a lot of problems for everybody. "Well," Cyndi continued, ignoring John's sarcasm, "maybe we could start up a rumor that Harry has something to do with her disappearance. The daily prophet will of course cover the story, but no accusations could be made, because there is absolutely NO proof! And Harry will definitely want to stay out of the limelight for awhile, until the rumor clears up." "Yes," said Fudge, "that could work." "You know," said John, suddenly, "I mean this in the nicest way, but do you really think that people would care? I mean, most people don't give a damn about that Skeeter Lady. No body really knows that she's missing, they just know that she doesn't write anymore." "Well," Fudge declared, "People are about to find out that she's missing. Cyndi" he said, turning towards her, "let's get that rumor started." Harry and Hermione listened as the three of them walked out of the room and closed the door behind them. They looked at each other once they were sure that Mr. Fudge and everyone had left. "Great," Harry muttered, "next thing you know, I'll be the one to blame for Ginny, Ron, and Cho disappearing." Hermione smiled sympathetically and put her hand on his shoulder. She couldn't help but be pleased with Harry's black humor, because, at least it was humor. "We have more important things to worry about right now, Harry," said Hermione. "Like what?" "Like how are we going to get out of here?"
A/N~ The end for now, please review! If you didn't like it, please tell me, I really want to know if I should continue this at all, but since no one is reviewing. I don't know if no one is reading it, or if it just sux, so plz tell me:) There's no point in me writing this if no one is readin it.
(a/n~ thanks to all of my reviewers!
SparklyPrincess~ Cedric is one of my favorite characters too, He'll be in this chapter, and others too Ü
Also, thank you, OldThornBecker, Lizzie, CosmicGirl22, Itsudemo Yuuki Tsubasa, CatalinaRose, PurplePrincess, and Izean!!!!!!
Chapter Twelve
A few days later Harry left the hospital wing. He went straight to the Gryffindor Common room. He had to talk to Hermione immediately. "Hermione," he said softly, "I need to talk to you. Alone." Hermione nodded, and put down the book she was reading, "do you want to go for a walk?" she asked. "Yeah," Harry replied, and the two of them left Hogwarts. Hermione and Harry walked around the lake for awhile in complete silence. The only noise to be heard was the rustling of the leaves and the soft whistling of the birds and owls. "Harry," said Hermione, "Why are you mad at me?" "I'm not," Harry sighed and turned to face Hermione, "I know that I haven't been acting like a friend, but a lot has been going on lately. More than you could imagine." "Like what?" Hermione asked, "We're friends, you *can* talk to me, you know." "I know I can," he admitted, "and right now I really have to." They sat down under a tree. Hermione picked up a leaf and began to trace its veins with her fingers. "Professor Dumbledore told me that you have been having visions," Hermione said as she put the leaf down and directed her attention to Harry, "what have you been seeing?" "A lot," Harry replied as he leaned against the tree, "Ron-I don't know how he's surviving it all. I mean, he's been under the crutatius curse so many times. and now everyone is sick. Lucius Malfoy is there, but according to Dumbledore, he's helping. But I know that Ron and Ginny don't trust him." Harry stopped talking and picked up the leaf that Hermione had been playing with moments before. It was softer than any other leaf he had ever touched. It was as if the leaf was made of silk. It was as if Hermione could read his mind. "It's so soft, isn't it?" she said as she reached over to touch the bottom of the stem, "this is the softest part." The second her hand touched the leaf, the grounds of Hogwarts began to whirl and swirl. Hermione and Harry quickly became dizzier and dizzier until suddenly when swirling stopped, and both of them where somewhere else. Neither one of them knew exactly where they were though. It seemed to be a closet of some sort. "What happened?" Harry exclaimed, "Where are we?" "I don't know," Hermione replied nervously, "I suppose that that leaf was some sort of portkey." her voice trailed off. "Now what are we going to do?" Harry muttered. Hermione put her finger up to her mouth, "Listen" she whispered.
From off in the distance Harry could hear voices. Some sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Than he heard a door open than close and the voices grew louder.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cedric's Point of View ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I reached the cave a few moments after leaving Hogwarts. I was just having a meeting with Dumbledore, and some other wizards who are working to find Cho and the Weasleys. One thing about being dead is that it takes a lot less time to travel than it did when I was alive. Being dead is a lot easier than it was to be alive. I do have some problems though. Part of me just wishes that I could have crossed over like most people, but according to Mundungus Fletcher, who is a good friend of my parents and a very smart wizard, I still have the will to live. That is one thing that can keep someone as a ghost. Some of the ghosts that I have met, or known, seem to like being the way they-we are. I don't. I just want to be dead. I believe in heaven and hell, and I don't think that I was a bad person. My parents don't seem to like my being a ghost. I don't blame them. They accepted that I was gone at the end of last year. and now I'm back. Of course they were happy to see me at first.than Mum tried to hug me. I tried to make it a hug, but in the end, she just hugged herself in a shower of cold air. That's what I am.just air. All I want is to rest in peace. But I won't complain. I didn't complain when I was alive, and I'm not going to start now.
Once I got to the cave, Mr. Malfoy nodded to me, acknowledging my presence. I was there the day he broke down in front of Dumbledore. He said that he saw an error in his ways and he would do anything to be truly accepted on the good side. He apologized profusely for trying to get him fired three years ago. I didn't believe that he was being sincere until I saw tears in his eyes. But even then, couldn't completely trust him. Dumbledore did though. No questions asked. Naturally that made everyone a little nervous, so Professor Snape gave Malfoy some truth potion, and it turned out that Dumbledore, as usual, had been right to trust Malfoy.
I looked at the captives. Cho looked as beautiful as ever. Even though her hair was tangled, her face was dirty and she was a lot thinner than the last time I saw her. Every time I go to tell her about the portkeys, I loose it. I actually feel myself wanting to cry. And there are very few emotions that I can feel. The same is with my senses. I can still hear, and I can still see. But why can't I smell or taste or feel anymore? And why don't I care that I can't smell anymore? I don't really care about much at all. The thing that keeps me going, here on the good side, is that I will be helping my friends. Seeing Harry earlier this week, unconscious made me sad too. I know that Harry is feeling sort of guilty over my death. I understand that. I would feel guilty to if it were he who died. But I don't blame Harry for my death. I don't blame anyone except for Voldemort. The man whose name I feared to speak while I was alive.I don't fear it anymore. I don't fear anything.
"Stand up!" Voldemort yelled to Cho. Cho obeyed. "I have been so busy with our little friend here," he said, waving his hand to Ron, "That I haven't had a chance to play with you." Cho flinched, but stared straight ahead. I saw fear, bravery, and determination mixed in her beautiful eyes. I longed to be with her. But I couldn't risk it. Voldemort knows who I am. He knows that I respect Dumbledore. Everyone at Hogwarts respects him, even the Slytherins. Well, most of them anyway. "So *you're* the girl whom Harry Potter fancies. I can't blame him," Voldemort whispered, "You are very pretty." "Wormtail!" he growled, "My wand!" A fat little death eater squeaked, than handed Voldemort his wand. Voldemort walked slowly around Cho. "Yes," he whispered, "Yes. I have been right in insuring your and their hygiene. My kindness to you has paid off."
That was another thing that I could not understand. Voldemort had made sure that Cho, Ginny, and Ron were clean. They didn't actually take showers, but every morning, a death eater would point his wand at all three of them (one at a time) than said, "Cleansito!" And instantly, their clothes and bodies were clean. Than he would make them open their mouths and he (or she if the death eater du jour was a female) would say, "Deplaqueimize!" And it was as if they had brushed their teeth. According to Dumbledore, most of the wizards who have been attending the meetings where we discuss this case have been using those spells in order to save time.
Voldemort began shouting out a bunch of spells that I have never heard before. In seconds, a bed appeared. Voldemort pulled out a knife. Cho gulped, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Ginny took a shuddering gasp and burst into tears. I could see a glistening in Ron's eyes too. He looked like he was about to pass out. The dark lord placed the smooth part of the blade to Cho's neck. "Yes, my dear, yes," he said silkily, "You are beautiful. It would be a shame for such a beauty to die a slow and painful death, now wouldn't it." When Cho didn't answer, Voldemort raised his voice. "WOULDN'T IT?!" "Yes," Cho whispered. I couldn't bear to watch this. How could anyone possibly be so evil? I started to watch again anyway though. Using the knife, Voldemort slowly began slicing the clothes off of Cho. *He can't be doing this* I thought to myself, as I continued to watch in disbelief. I should have kept myself hidden. But all I could think of was that this man.no not a man. this THING was robbing the one person I loved more than anyone else, of her innocence. She was too young. Of course, people sometimes are younger than Cho when they make love but that doesn't make it right. And Cho wasn't ready. To my right I heard someone gasp. I looked over; it was Ron who gasped. And he was looking at me. Not good.no one is supposed to know I'm here. Not even the people I am trying to help. A few death eaters know I'm here. But they're not really death eaters they are just spies. I put my fingers up to my mouth so that Ron would know to keep quiet.
"On the bed," Voldemort ordered once all of the clothes were off of Cho, who was now sobbing. But she did as she was told. "That's right," Voldemort said, smiling, as he too took his clothes off and joined Cho, "Now brace yourself, darling, for something that you will NEVER forget." *This is so wrong* I thought to my self, *something has to be done! *I* have to do something! But what?* And than all of the sudden Voldemort had Cho pinned down to the bed. He was actually going to do it. Something inside me snapped. "STOP!" Every single person in that cave turned his or her head to face Ron. Now, I wasn't floating too near to Ron when I shouted, but he was the only other person in the cave with a teenage-guy voice "What?" questioned Voldemort who got off of the bed, suddenly completely clothed, "and what in the name of Hell did you just tell me to do?" Ron stood up, and I could tell that the effort pained him. "I said to stop," Ron said, sounding both determined and scared at the same time. 'Wow. that's brave of him,' I thought, feeling ashamed of my outburst. "And do you think any good can come from *you* giving *me* orders?" "Leave her alone," Ron said, suddenly looking weaker than before, "Take me instead." "And tell me," said Voldemort, "what kind of pleasure would I get out of sleeping with you?" There was some scattered and nervous laughter from the death eaters. Ron was blushing furiously. I felt sympathetic for him. How terrible-trying to be brave for Cho, and ending up implying that he would rather sleep with the dark lord than watch someone else do it. And it was my fault. I felt horrible. I had a sudden outburst, and everyone in the cave, except for me, and hopefully Cho and Ginny, thought. I didn't even want to THINK about what was running through their sick minds. "That's not what I meant," Ron said. His voice was barely above a whisper, "and you know it. Now.please.just." His eyes rolled back and his body went limp and he fell to the ground in a heap. Every single death eater burst out laughing. "Do away with him," Voldemort ordered. Two death eaters stepped forward. One of them, a muscular looking lady with stringy blond hair and cold blue eyes picked Ron up, and swung him over her shoulder effortlessly. I noticed Lucius Malfoy quietly following them. "As for you my precious," said Voldemort as he stroke Cho's cheek, "this will have to wait for awhile." The dark lord nodded to the nearest death eater. The death eater muttered something under his breath and the bed disappeared and Cho fell to the ground. He muttered something else, and Cho's clothes appeared on her body, no longer ripped. The death eaters left the open area in the cave and went to their private sleeping quarters. From what I have seen, the rooms are extremely nice. They bare no resemblance to any cave that I have ever seen. Cho walked to where Ginny was sitting. Cho wrapped her arms around Ginny. "I'm so sorry, Ginny," she whispered, "I am so sorry!" "It's not your fault," said Ginny in a muffled voice. "Yes it is," cried Cho, "And now.now he's dead!"
It's times like this, when I start feeling human qualities again. I guess the longer you are dead, the more you forget about being alive. I swear that I felt a burning sensation in my eyes, and I know it wasn't my imagination. I don't really have an imagination now that I am dead. I don't have anything anymore.
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"He's not dead," said a deep voice from behind Cho and Ginny. Both girls gasped and jumped apart. Lucius Malfoy was carrying the limp figure of Ron. He dropped him on the ground next to the girls. "But who knows how long he'll live." Lucius looked at the box he had given Cho days before. "You don't seem to think of me as trust worthy, now do you?" he asked as he gave the box a slight kick, "Well, it's probably the only thing that can save you." With that, he quickly walked away, taking giant strides. "Maybe we should open it," whispered Ginny. "Let's wait," Cho insisted, "maybe just until Ron wakes up." "That is if he wakes up," Ginny said softly as a single tear slid down her cheek. !@@###$$$$%%%%%^^^^^^&&&&&&&********(((((((((Ü))))))))))********&&&&&&&^^^^ ^^%%%%%$$$$###@@!
Harry shot Hermione a questioning look. She just shrugged. But inside, Hermione racked her brain for clues to what had just happened. She recalled from one of her classes, the many types of portkeys. The ones that most people knew about were the ones that could transport one person or even large groups. But there were other types of portkeys too. Some that couldn't transport more than three or four people, no matter how large or small the portkeys were. There were some that could only transport a certain number of people. Hermione suspected that that was the kind that the leaf was. For a moment Hermione marveled over the fact that she and Harry just happened to touch the one leaf that happened to be a portkey. It was too simple really. It was as if the leaf was meant to be there. like it was waiting for two people to come along and touch it. From outside of the closet where Hermione and Harry were contained, angry voices were heard.
"Mister Fudge," said a lady's voice, "we have to get Harry out of the picture, he could ruin everything!" "But I have told you, Cyndi, there's no way we can do that. And according to Dumbledore, Harry is a Seer. Yes, he could be very helpful in the whole Chang/Weasley case, and possibly others as well." "But it could put him in serious danger," a males voice pointed out. "There has to be something," said Cyndi, "perhaps we could tell one of the reporters from the daily prophet that he is responsible for Cedric Diggory's death." "That's old news," said Fudge, "Mr. and Mrs. Diggory made it clear that they were not blaming Harry for the loss of their son." "I know I know," Cyndi insisted, "but if we don't have Potter somewhere where he cannot get out, than maybe we can keep him safe." "I don't know," said the other male voice, "do you really think that we should put him in Azkaban at all? He's been through so much already. Maybe we could keep him locked in a room at Hogwarts" "But John," said Cyndi, "The daily prophet. .that's it!" "What's it?" John and Mr. Fudge asked in unison. "Rita Skeeter caused a lot of problems for him last year, didn't she?" "Yes," said John, "but she caused a lot of problems for everybody. "Well," Cyndi continued, ignoring John's sarcasm, "maybe we could start up a rumor that Harry has something to do with her disappearance. The daily prophet will of course cover the story, but no accusations could be made, because there is absolutely NO proof! And Harry will definitely want to stay out of the limelight for awhile, until the rumor clears up." "Yes," said Fudge, "that could work." "You know," said John, suddenly, "I mean this in the nicest way, but do you really think that people would care? I mean, most people don't give a damn about that Skeeter Lady. No body really knows that she's missing, they just know that she doesn't write anymore." "Well," Fudge declared, "People are about to find out that she's missing. Cyndi" he said, turning towards her, "let's get that rumor started." Harry and Hermione listened as the three of them walked out of the room and closed the door behind them. They looked at each other once they were sure that Mr. Fudge and everyone had left. "Great," Harry muttered, "next thing you know, I'll be the one to blame for Ginny, Ron, and Cho disappearing." Hermione smiled sympathetically and put her hand on his shoulder. She couldn't help but be pleased with Harry's black humor, because, at least it was humor. "We have more important things to worry about right now, Harry," said Hermione. "Like what?" "Like how are we going to get out of here?"
A/N~ The end for now, please review! If you didn't like it, please tell me, I really want to know if I should continue this at all, but since no one is reviewing. I don't know if no one is reading it, or if it just sux, so plz tell me:) There's no point in me writing this if no one is readin it.
