Surprising Evil
A/N- I'm taking this oppurtunity to thank all my reviewers! Thanks for taking the time to tell me what you think.
As well, thanks to Malishka for offering to be my beta, and the ever so wonderful MagicalMe for the same (Although I'm not quite sure if I'll be sending this story to her.)
Disclaimer- I am not JK Rowling. I do not own any of the below mentioned characters.
Reviews- Widely welcome. This includes constructive criticism.
Able To Breathe
Harry could hear pacing from outside the vault door. He drew in a breath of the stale air and suddenly realized there wasn't much of it in the room. If they didn't get him out soon, he'd suffocate! Taking small breaths, Harry tried to keep from panicking. Too bad it didn't work. The small breaths caused Harry to hyperventilate, which for his situation could be fatal.
"Let's see. What will work? How about.." The stranger tapped the door again and shouted, "Dor Deba Aperto!"
Nothing happened.
The stranger resumed to pacing.
"Maybe.." The door was tapped once again. "Fuori!"
Nothing happened.
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Sixty minutes worth of strangling breaths on Harry's part and nonsense words on the stranger's, the vault still remained closed.
"This one will work.."
Harry looked down at his fingers, white from being crossed for such a long time.
"Oburaco Defogo!"
Much to Harry's relief, a small flaming hole appeared in the cement vault door. First only a pin prick, but soon growing. He could see Fred and George jumping up, letting out a huge shout and nearly knocking a sleeping Ginny out of the cart.
Mrs. Weasley blew her nose loudly in a handkerchief and Ron jumped and pounded his fist in the air.
Harry couldn't see the goblin who had saved him, because the hole had stopped growing, just large enough for a Muggle basketball to fit through, and it was well above Harry's head.
"Now what?" Asked Ron, despairingly.
Harry sighed, deeply relieved. He hadn't gotten out, but at least he could breath.
One of the twins scoffed at Ron while the other answered, "He's going to give our buddy here the key and we're going to get him out!"
Both Ron and Harry brightened. Maybe he wouldn't die today after all.
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Once the vault door had opened, Harry had scrambled out and closed it eagerly behind him, only to remember he hadn't yet filled the leather pouch hanging by his side with any of the money.
Kudos, a small goblin with yellow skin, had grumbled and unlocked it once again, holding tightly to Harry's key and keeping the door wide open as Harry piled Galleons and Sickles into his pouch. Once out, and with the door shut they had the problem of the hole of fire still in the door.
Orange and red flames licked at the cement sides, making it easy for anyone to reach in and steal Harry's small fortune.
"Aren't you going to close it?"
Kudos rolled his eyes and muttered, tapping the spot above him and shouting, "Para Ser Llenado."
The space filled, and content and all present, the Weasley's and Harry got back into the cart and were soon facing the sunshine of Diagon Alley.
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"Where have you been?" Asked the wheezing voice of Mr. Weasley, running up behind them. "I've been looking everywhere. I thought you'd be out of Gringotts by now."
Fred and George both smiled. "Harry just got himself locked in his vault."
Mr. Weasley looked at Harry and taking in a breath of air, asked "Is that true?"
Harry looked down at the ground. "Yeah."
Ron laughed and hit him on the back, knocking him forward. "Don't be embarrassed, Harry. I'm sure others have done it."
Mr. Weasley scratched his head as if in deep thought. "Actually, I don't think anyone has."
Harry's face reddened causing both twins to grin widely and begin laughing hysterically.
Noticing this. Mrs. Weasley scolded them both and began to push the group forward. "Why don't we head to Flourish and Blotts? You'll all need new quills and parchment."
Mr. Weasley followed behind, obviously curious as to how Harry got locked in his vault.
Harry's face was beginning to lose the blushing shade of red when they heard the familiar voice of Draco Malfoy nearby. "But Father, it's not my fault the filthy mud blood.."
The blonde haired, pale faced boy stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Harry and the Weasley's. Much to everyone's amazement he, along with his father, an older version of Draco, gave a curt nod to Harry and turned, walking in the opposite direction.
"What was that all about?" Asked Ron, gaping at the retreating backs of the Malfoy's.
"I don't know." Answered Harry, staring after them as well.
Mr. Weasley interrupted the one sided inquiry by commenting, "Lucius has been under special watch by the ministry lately; maybe this is his way of showing us he's on our side."
Harry, Ron, and both twins snorted. Ginny looked a bit uncomfortable, after all, it had been Lucius Malfoy who had convienently dropped the diary preserving a fifteen year old Tom Riddle, soon to be Lord Voldemort. Unknowingly to her, he had brainwashed her into performing his tasks to harm Muggles, Muggle born, and those who would befriend them. She shuddered.
"Well, come on then." Said Mrs. Weasley, "We have better things to worry about than the Malfoy's sudden politeness, such as our school things," She concluded nervously.
She ushered them into the nearest store.
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When they returned back to the pub they were laden down with packages of school books, quills, robes, and potions supplies. Harry's brand new, while the Weasley's held second hand.
"Traveling by Floo Powder?" Asked Tom cheerily.
Harry groaned. He couldn't wait until he'd learned to Apparate. Today would have been much less of a hassle, and he'd never have to travel by Floo Powder again. At least, not if he had anything to say about it.
The walked in past the crowded tables filled with witches and wizards chatting merrily over drinks and meals. A few cast stares, not at Harry but the scar on his forehead. He was used to it by now and offered to go first, once they reached the chimney, "Might as well get it over with," He muttered as Tom handed him a bit of the powder. Taking off his glasses, and setting them in his pocket, Harry threw the powder into the small fire at the bottom, stepping into it as it grew into green flames and making sure to tuck in his elbows and shout clearly.
This plan was stopped by Ron's shout, "Harry!"
Forgetting where he was, Harry began to call back, "Ro- .." quickly recovering and shouting "The Burrow!"
Just not quick enough.
The ashes swirled around him and an impending sense of doom dawned upon him.
"Why me?" He thought to himself, squeezing his eyes closed.
A/N- I'm taking this oppurtunity to thank all my reviewers! Thanks for taking the time to tell me what you think.
As well, thanks to Malishka for offering to be my beta, and the ever so wonderful MagicalMe for the same (Although I'm not quite sure if I'll be sending this story to her.)
Disclaimer- I am not JK Rowling. I do not own any of the below mentioned characters.
Reviews- Widely welcome. This includes constructive criticism.
Able To Breathe
Harry could hear pacing from outside the vault door. He drew in a breath of the stale air and suddenly realized there wasn't much of it in the room. If they didn't get him out soon, he'd suffocate! Taking small breaths, Harry tried to keep from panicking. Too bad it didn't work. The small breaths caused Harry to hyperventilate, which for his situation could be fatal.
"Let's see. What will work? How about.." The stranger tapped the door again and shouted, "Dor Deba Aperto!"
Nothing happened.
The stranger resumed to pacing.
"Maybe.." The door was tapped once again. "Fuori!"
Nothing happened.
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Sixty minutes worth of strangling breaths on Harry's part and nonsense words on the stranger's, the vault still remained closed.
"This one will work.."
Harry looked down at his fingers, white from being crossed for such a long time.
"Oburaco Defogo!"
Much to Harry's relief, a small flaming hole appeared in the cement vault door. First only a pin prick, but soon growing. He could see Fred and George jumping up, letting out a huge shout and nearly knocking a sleeping Ginny out of the cart.
Mrs. Weasley blew her nose loudly in a handkerchief and Ron jumped and pounded his fist in the air.
Harry couldn't see the goblin who had saved him, because the hole had stopped growing, just large enough for a Muggle basketball to fit through, and it was well above Harry's head.
"Now what?" Asked Ron, despairingly.
Harry sighed, deeply relieved. He hadn't gotten out, but at least he could breath.
One of the twins scoffed at Ron while the other answered, "He's going to give our buddy here the key and we're going to get him out!"
Both Ron and Harry brightened. Maybe he wouldn't die today after all.
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Once the vault door had opened, Harry had scrambled out and closed it eagerly behind him, only to remember he hadn't yet filled the leather pouch hanging by his side with any of the money.
Kudos, a small goblin with yellow skin, had grumbled and unlocked it once again, holding tightly to Harry's key and keeping the door wide open as Harry piled Galleons and Sickles into his pouch. Once out, and with the door shut they had the problem of the hole of fire still in the door.
Orange and red flames licked at the cement sides, making it easy for anyone to reach in and steal Harry's small fortune.
"Aren't you going to close it?"
Kudos rolled his eyes and muttered, tapping the spot above him and shouting, "Para Ser Llenado."
The space filled, and content and all present, the Weasley's and Harry got back into the cart and were soon facing the sunshine of Diagon Alley.
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"Where have you been?" Asked the wheezing voice of Mr. Weasley, running up behind them. "I've been looking everywhere. I thought you'd be out of Gringotts by now."
Fred and George both smiled. "Harry just got himself locked in his vault."
Mr. Weasley looked at Harry and taking in a breath of air, asked "Is that true?"
Harry looked down at the ground. "Yeah."
Ron laughed and hit him on the back, knocking him forward. "Don't be embarrassed, Harry. I'm sure others have done it."
Mr. Weasley scratched his head as if in deep thought. "Actually, I don't think anyone has."
Harry's face reddened causing both twins to grin widely and begin laughing hysterically.
Noticing this. Mrs. Weasley scolded them both and began to push the group forward. "Why don't we head to Flourish and Blotts? You'll all need new quills and parchment."
Mr. Weasley followed behind, obviously curious as to how Harry got locked in his vault.
Harry's face was beginning to lose the blushing shade of red when they heard the familiar voice of Draco Malfoy nearby. "But Father, it's not my fault the filthy mud blood.."
The blonde haired, pale faced boy stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Harry and the Weasley's. Much to everyone's amazement he, along with his father, an older version of Draco, gave a curt nod to Harry and turned, walking in the opposite direction.
"What was that all about?" Asked Ron, gaping at the retreating backs of the Malfoy's.
"I don't know." Answered Harry, staring after them as well.
Mr. Weasley interrupted the one sided inquiry by commenting, "Lucius has been under special watch by the ministry lately; maybe this is his way of showing us he's on our side."
Harry, Ron, and both twins snorted. Ginny looked a bit uncomfortable, after all, it had been Lucius Malfoy who had convienently dropped the diary preserving a fifteen year old Tom Riddle, soon to be Lord Voldemort. Unknowingly to her, he had brainwashed her into performing his tasks to harm Muggles, Muggle born, and those who would befriend them. She shuddered.
"Well, come on then." Said Mrs. Weasley, "We have better things to worry about than the Malfoy's sudden politeness, such as our school things," She concluded nervously.
She ushered them into the nearest store.
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When they returned back to the pub they were laden down with packages of school books, quills, robes, and potions supplies. Harry's brand new, while the Weasley's held second hand.
"Traveling by Floo Powder?" Asked Tom cheerily.
Harry groaned. He couldn't wait until he'd learned to Apparate. Today would have been much less of a hassle, and he'd never have to travel by Floo Powder again. At least, not if he had anything to say about it.
The walked in past the crowded tables filled with witches and wizards chatting merrily over drinks and meals. A few cast stares, not at Harry but the scar on his forehead. He was used to it by now and offered to go first, once they reached the chimney, "Might as well get it over with," He muttered as Tom handed him a bit of the powder. Taking off his glasses, and setting them in his pocket, Harry threw the powder into the small fire at the bottom, stepping into it as it grew into green flames and making sure to tuck in his elbows and shout clearly.
This plan was stopped by Ron's shout, "Harry!"
Forgetting where he was, Harry began to call back, "Ro- .." quickly recovering and shouting "The Burrow!"
Just not quick enough.
The ashes swirled around him and an impending sense of doom dawned upon him.
"Why me?" He thought to himself, squeezing his eyes closed.
