THE ORDER OF THE PHEONIX!!!! At long last our prayers have been answered. Chapter Twenty Nine is my absolute favourite. I dedicate this chapter to that wonderful goddess who has given us a magical world to play in, J.K. Rowling.
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Chapter Twenty Five
A Better Mousetrap
Ron examined the former hotel from the edge of the vineyard. It wasn't hard to guess where 'Mione was, there were only two lights on in the entire house.
"He really doesn't think much of us does he?" Harry asked. Ron grunted something in reply. It couldn't have been a more obvious trap if Malfoy had put up a sign. It was the classic Italian villa, with white adobe walls and a red tiled roof. The villa had been easy to sneak up to, using the grape vines as cover, but now Ron had discovered the flaw in their plan. How to get from the vineyard up to the house without being seen.
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Hermione sat in the windowsill and gazed out at the darkness. She had no doubt that Ron would find her. It was just a matter of time. But still she worried. He was walking into a trap.
There had to be someway to warn Ron and Harry or, better yet, escape. But without her wand, none of her spells would work. There were no convenient air ducts to crawl through, nor a miraculous loose bar in the window. There was nothing in the room that could be used as a weapon. In fact, there was nothing in the room at all. Even some of the fixtures in the bathroom had been taken off for use in a better hotel.
Hermione sat upright suddenly. That grapevine had moved. She went over to the light switch and flicked it off and on. She left it off and looked out again. Two shadows lurked at the edge of the vineyard.
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"She saw us." Ron said unnecessarily.
"Now what?"
"We can't Apparate in, so…" Ron shrugged. "We do it Fred and George's way."
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Hermione watched in disbelief as the two shadows began to creep across the lawn. She held her breath, expecting a spell to split the darkness at any moment. But Ron and Harry made it to her window without incident. Hermione opened the inside window.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Rescuing you, what does it look like?" Harry grinned.
"You do know this is a trap right?"
"Course we do."
"Just checking." Harry stood lookout in the hedges as Ron began to fiddle with the bars. At first, Hermione couldn't tell what he was doing. Then the light glinted off a metal screwdriver and lock pick.
"Where did you get that?"
"Fred and George have a kit." Ron wrenched out one of the screws and began working on another. It was slow work, but using magic would probably trigger a trap.
Hermione was never quite sure what tipped her off, but all of a sudden she scrambled back from the window. Ron glanced up, only to be pulled back by Harry, who was looking the other way. The window and wall exploded in a shower of glass and drywall.
"Stupify!" A red jet of light shot from Harry's wand into the darkness. He made a break for the vineyard, drawing Malfoy's fire away.
"Ron? Ron!"
"Here!" Ron shoved a large beam of wood off himself. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah… look out!" Hermione pulled Ron with her as she dodged another jet of light Ron fired a return volley. They both scrambled into the ruined room; the outer wall had a perfect circle neatly punched in the centre.
"Your wand, my lady. Just like old times." Hermione grinned, adrenaline pumping. Old times indeed.
As a student, Goyle had been sub-par, and as a henchman he was utterly hopeless. Goyle walked right into the wreckage and never had time to see anything but a burst of red light.
Ron and Hermione picked their way through the rubble and over Goyle's unconscious form to reach the open air. Multi-coloured lights flashed rapidly over the vineyard. Part of Hermione's mind absently recalled muggle stories of UFOs.
"Which one is Harry?"
"We could just fire Stunning Spells at both and sort them out later." Ron said cheekily.
"Ron…"
"Kidding, kidding."
There was no need to do that, however, because the points from which the spells were emanating were slowly moving back toward the house. The poor mangled shrubbery had been blasted to pieces, but there was still enough to hide behind.
Ron and Hermione crouched behind leaves, wands at the ready. Both Harry and Malfoy broke cover at the same time. Harry must have been expecting something of the sort, because he dove for the ground to ensure any stray spells would go over his head. Two red bolts struck Malfoy square on and he went flying back into the vines.
"Take your time about it why don't you." Harry stood and brushed off the dirt, trying to sound sour.
"We would have had an easier time of it if you hadn't gone flying off." Ron shot back.
"Pfft. If you two weren't so busy…" Harry was interrupted by Hermione giving him a huge hug and planting a kiss on his cheek. Ron got a kiss on the lips.
"Yes, well." Harry flushed. "This is what I'm talking about."
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
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Chapter Twenty Five
A Better Mousetrap
Ron examined the former hotel from the edge of the vineyard. It wasn't hard to guess where 'Mione was, there were only two lights on in the entire house.
"He really doesn't think much of us does he?" Harry asked. Ron grunted something in reply. It couldn't have been a more obvious trap if Malfoy had put up a sign. It was the classic Italian villa, with white adobe walls and a red tiled roof. The villa had been easy to sneak up to, using the grape vines as cover, but now Ron had discovered the flaw in their plan. How to get from the vineyard up to the house without being seen.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Hermione sat in the windowsill and gazed out at the darkness. She had no doubt that Ron would find her. It was just a matter of time. But still she worried. He was walking into a trap.
There had to be someway to warn Ron and Harry or, better yet, escape. But without her wand, none of her spells would work. There were no convenient air ducts to crawl through, nor a miraculous loose bar in the window. There was nothing in the room that could be used as a weapon. In fact, there was nothing in the room at all. Even some of the fixtures in the bathroom had been taken off for use in a better hotel.
Hermione sat upright suddenly. That grapevine had moved. She went over to the light switch and flicked it off and on. She left it off and looked out again. Two shadows lurked at the edge of the vineyard.
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"She saw us." Ron said unnecessarily.
"Now what?"
"We can't Apparate in, so…" Ron shrugged. "We do it Fred and George's way."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Hermione watched in disbelief as the two shadows began to creep across the lawn. She held her breath, expecting a spell to split the darkness at any moment. But Ron and Harry made it to her window without incident. Hermione opened the inside window.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Rescuing you, what does it look like?" Harry grinned.
"You do know this is a trap right?"
"Course we do."
"Just checking." Harry stood lookout in the hedges as Ron began to fiddle with the bars. At first, Hermione couldn't tell what he was doing. Then the light glinted off a metal screwdriver and lock pick.
"Where did you get that?"
"Fred and George have a kit." Ron wrenched out one of the screws and began working on another. It was slow work, but using magic would probably trigger a trap.
Hermione was never quite sure what tipped her off, but all of a sudden she scrambled back from the window. Ron glanced up, only to be pulled back by Harry, who was looking the other way. The window and wall exploded in a shower of glass and drywall.
"Stupify!" A red jet of light shot from Harry's wand into the darkness. He made a break for the vineyard, drawing Malfoy's fire away.
"Ron? Ron!"
"Here!" Ron shoved a large beam of wood off himself. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah… look out!" Hermione pulled Ron with her as she dodged another jet of light Ron fired a return volley. They both scrambled into the ruined room; the outer wall had a perfect circle neatly punched in the centre.
"Your wand, my lady. Just like old times." Hermione grinned, adrenaline pumping. Old times indeed.
As a student, Goyle had been sub-par, and as a henchman he was utterly hopeless. Goyle walked right into the wreckage and never had time to see anything but a burst of red light.
Ron and Hermione picked their way through the rubble and over Goyle's unconscious form to reach the open air. Multi-coloured lights flashed rapidly over the vineyard. Part of Hermione's mind absently recalled muggle stories of UFOs.
"Which one is Harry?"
"We could just fire Stunning Spells at both and sort them out later." Ron said cheekily.
"Ron…"
"Kidding, kidding."
There was no need to do that, however, because the points from which the spells were emanating were slowly moving back toward the house. The poor mangled shrubbery had been blasted to pieces, but there was still enough to hide behind.
Ron and Hermione crouched behind leaves, wands at the ready. Both Harry and Malfoy broke cover at the same time. Harry must have been expecting something of the sort, because he dove for the ground to ensure any stray spells would go over his head. Two red bolts struck Malfoy square on and he went flying back into the vines.
"Take your time about it why don't you." Harry stood and brushed off the dirt, trying to sound sour.
"We would have had an easier time of it if you hadn't gone flying off." Ron shot back.
"Pfft. If you two weren't so busy…" Harry was interrupted by Hermione giving him a huge hug and planting a kiss on his cheek. Ron got a kiss on the lips.
"Yes, well." Harry flushed. "This is what I'm talking about."
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
