Essence of hope: chapter five
^.^ okok. I'll try and do better at this grammar thing. But be warned, it won't necessarily work being that I got a 77 on my last grammar hwk. -_-
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Draco regained his senses. The surrounding air was filled with dust. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, the dust covering most of the light. He searched for someone. Anyone. "Mara? Christie? Weasley? Granger? You guys all okay?"
"We're fine. The wall withheld most of the blast. It's just freakin' hard to breathe." Hermione explained.
It felt like forever until the dust cleared. They could finally see more than two inches in front of their face. Draco looked around the destroyed dungeon. The energy surge created a small hole in the wall, now connecting them to Ron and Hermione. The hole allowed anyone to crawl through it, into the other cell. A limp body was huddled against the back wall of the cell. Draco approached it, hoping whoever it was, Mara or Christie, that she wasn't dead. Although the victim was covered with rubble and bunch of dust, Draco could tell it was Christiana. A lock of blonde hair had broken from her ponytail, now hanging in front of her closed e yes. Draco took her wrist. He sighed, there was a pulse. She was alive. "Weasley!"
Ron stuck his head through the hole, "What do you want, Malfoy?" he questioned slightly annoyed.
"Geez, Weasel. I was just going to tell you that Christie is unconscious. But okay, go all 'Shut up Malfoy, you bastard' on me. Sheesh!"
He heard Hermione whisper to Ron about who-knows-what. Draco continued searching for Mara. Since before, the dungeons had gotten darker. Nighttime was approaching and Draco knew they didn't have that much time left if they wanted to escape alive. "Malfoy?" His thoughts were interrupted by Ron's unoptimistic voice. He had crawled through the hole, now standing next to Christiana.
Draco combed through his now-dull blonde hair and rolled his silver eyes. "What, Weasley?"
"Thanks...for telling me about Christie..."
Draco grunted in reply, making Ron fume, having him not pay any respect for his thanks.
Draco eventually found Maralinda. The impact had sent her into the darkest corner of the dungeon. She, too, was unconscious. He brushed her brown hair out of her eyes.
=+= Maralinda's POV =+=
My eyelids felt tremendously heavy. I felt the dust all over me. Trying to open my eyes was too hard at the moment. Her body ached from being slid across the dungeon cell. A hand swept the hair covering my eyes away. With all my strength, my eyes fluttered open. I found myself gazing into deep, silver eyes. "D-Draco?" I managed. My breaths came in gasps, my energy drained.
Draco smiled, making my stomach melt, "Hey. Glad you made it."
"Huh?" I panicked. He said he's glad I made it...does that mean someone else didn't? Christie! "Oh my god! Is Christie alright?" I tried sitting up, but couldn't. My voice came out coarse and weak. I closed my eyes, feeling particularly sleepy.
"She's fine. Well...she's unconscious, but she'll wake up, most likely. Are you okay?" He watched me try and sit up again, "You need any help?"
I shook my head, "I just need energy."
Draco's eyes sparkled in the dungeon, which was almost pitch black, "Christiana told us you would. I volunteered." He helped me sit up.
I shook my head, "No. I won't take yours."
"Whose else can you take?" he asked. I could feel his glare. I shivered, "you can't take Christie's. She needs it to fight off the poison until we get the antidote. Can't take Granger. She has to go get the antidote. Plus, she might get into trouble, she'll need it."
"What about Ron?"
"He has to protect Christiana. She's weak right now. He has to protect her like I did you."
His eyes bore into mine, making my stomach turn. Why was this happening now?
I sighed, "Who will protect you?"
"You will." He clearly stated. She lost herself in his sparkling eyes. Her romantic daydreams were interrupted. "You owe me." He walked toward Ron and Christie. I sighed.
Okay, so maybe all the comfort was just because I was weak and poisoned...
=+= Normal POV =+=
He gave her the sympathy vote. She didn't need his sympathy. She would show him. Her plan was to march over, tap his shoulder and accept his offer of using his energy, but she forgot she had no energy to stand up. "Stupid," she muttered to herself. "Fine." He turned around. Ron glanced up, Realizing it was none of his business, he turned back toward Christiana, trying to wake her up. He didn't care. Especially if it had to do with a Malfoy. "Your energy it is."
Draco smirked, approaching Mara, "you're not going to steal all my energy, now are you?" he asked in a flirtatious, mocking tone.
Mara smiled seductively, "Why of course not, Draco. I would never dream of it." She held out her hand. Draco took it. Mara kept herself from blushing, even though he wouldn't have seen it anyway since it was now pitch black. The only light was from Draco eyes.
Draco felt the blood pumping in his body. Why does he feel like this? Why is he pretending to not care about Mara? Why the heck am I helping Weasel and Mudblood again? Right...I convinced myself this was my fault. And it was...
*Toric Arth Vorn. Pelac Blor Rect. Isht Farath Soth*
Draco felt something being tugged out. He felt himself getting tired, his energy draining. It ended as fast as it started. Mara dropped his hand and stood up. "Can you still stand? I didn't take that much, as I promised. Just enough for me to do what I need to do." After he nodded to confirm, she crawled through the hole, to talk to Hermione.
"Hey Mara! You're better!"
Maralinda nodded, "I got some of Draco's energy. Feels good to move around again." She smiled.
"You should thank Malfoy. He cared for you."
Mara scoffed. "He's just being sympathetic, if that's possible."
Hermione looked through the opening between the cells. "He seems pretty angry..."
"Well, that's not my problem, is it?" Mara snapped. "Sorry. I don't want to talk about Draco right now. He's too Jekyll and Hyde for me."
"Mm hm..." Hermione nodded. "Well, sorry to burst you bubble, but we have to go talk to Ron and Malfoy to think of a plan to escape."
Mara sighed, "Fine. Let's go."
"So, any ideas?" Maralinda asked as she proudly stood up.
Ron's head jerked up, "Ideas for what?"
"To escape, you nitwit!" Draco explained.
"Well, don't we have to save Harry and help Christiana?" Ron asked absolutely clueless.
"That's part of the escape." Draco said, frustrated by Ron's stupidity.
"Oh."
Everyone was silent.
Hermione broke the silence, "Do you think Harry's okay?"
"Are you kidding me? You're worried about bloody Potter right now? He's always okay. Always..." Draco muttered, obviously frustrated.
"He's fine," Mara claimed, her eyes shut. Hermione shot her a 'How do you know?' look. Mara just held out her hand, eyes still closed. Hermione hesitated, but eventually took it. "Close your eyes," Mara instructed. Hermione, as always, did as she was told.
~+~ Harry ~+~
Harry punched a death eater. His eyes darted from one to another. They surrounded him, all in long, black robes that swept the floor. Even though their robes slowed them down, the Death Eaters were still giving Harry a hard time. Voldemort felt like letting Lucius and some other Death Eaters bully Harry around, no magic of course.
'Stay in there, Harry,' he heard Mara speak in his head. 'We're thinking of a way to save you. Whisper an answer if you know where they took your wand.' She said.
He whispered a yes, feeling a little stupid, but still hoping she heard it. Lucius had taken this wand and put it in his pocket.
He glanced at the faces of the Death Eater surrounding him. None of them appeared to be Lucius.
He ducked as one swung a punch at him. Spinning around to kick the man behind him, he saw Lucius standing there. He was just watching, his hands crossed in front of him.
'Keep it up. Hermione's worried about you, Harry. Don't die..."
~+~ Dungeons ~+~
"How can you do that?" Hermione asked.
"Hm? Oh. The wind sends me pictures and sounds," Mara answered
"Right. Christie said you're something like a weather witch," said Draco
"Yeah, so?" Mara asked, giving him a glare.
"If looks could kill..." Hermione muttered.
Draco just glared back, "Heard you caused that storm the night you were kidnapped."
"No. YOU caused it, I just started it."
"Well, I'm sorry," Draco said sarcastically. Maralinda just chuckled. "What's so funny?"
"This," a silent bolt of lightning hit two feet away from Draco. He, along with Ron and Hermione, jumped.
"What the fuck was that?" Draco exclaimed
"Hm...looked like lightning to me," Ron spoke up.
"I FIGURED that, Weasel," he stared into Mara's brown eyes. "You did that, didn't you?"
"And if I did?"
Draco shrugged, "Does lightning go through metal?"
"Yea, I should think so. Why do you ask?" Mara asked, still glaring.
"Then we have a way of escape. But, we need to think of a way to save Christie and Harry and get out of this stupid lair."
"Alright."
~ Ten minutes later ~
"Anyone think of a plan?" Ron asked. Everyone shook his or her head.
"Christie can get us out of here if we get out of this stupid lair," Mara informed.
"Then...let's wing it," Draco suggested, "It's the best we can do right now, or else we're going to just waste more time."
"Fine. Works for me, "Mara said with a shrug.
"As long as it's possible for us to escape, I'm in." Ron claimed.
"I guess..." Hermione agreed reluctantly.
Maralinda concentrated on zapping the metal bars with her lightning. ~Flash~
"Zap another so we can remove them. Then we can squeeze out," Hermione traced an imaginary line, showing Mara where to zap. She nodded and concentrated once again. She was happy she was more of a weather witch, or else the lightning would have already drained the little energy she had. ~Flash~
Hermione approached the bars, trying to see if Mara had been accurate enough to wiggle the bars loose. "Shit!"
Draco looked up from the ground, "Oh my. Did Granger just curse?" he said in an amused tone.
"Bite me, Malfoy." Hermione said, not even turning to face him.
"Mark the spot," Draco replied.
Hermione whipped her head around to glare at him. Her brown hair flung outward. "Screw you."
Draco made a disgusted look, "No thank you. That would be undesirably gross." He shook his head just at the thought of it.
"Mara, you think you can zap one more?" Hermione asked deciding to ignore Draco. Mara nodded. "Good. Right here." Hermione traced another line then scooting back
~Flash~
Mara tugged at the bars. They came out easily. "Well, here you go."
"You DO still remember where the antidote is, right Granger?" Draco asked
"Obviously, Malfoy. I'm not as brainless as you are."
Draco just mimicked her. Mara began to speak, "As much as I would like to hear you two argue all day, we don't have that time. Now, Hermione, you need to go get the antidote, Ron stays here to protect Christie and I was thinking of going to help Harry with Malfoy's help."
' Malfoy? Did she just call me Malfoy? Since when did she do that? ' Draco thought.
"That's a good plan to me." Hermione stated, "Ready?"
They all nodded.
Hermione crawled out of the dungeons, Mara and Draco after her. "This way." Draco said, leading the way. Mara and Hermione quietly followed Draco toward the stairs.
' I hope Harry's okay. I couldn't stand if he were killed. I can't believe we're trusting Malfoy in showing us where things are. But, I guess he's not a Death Eater or else we would be dead or something. I wonder why he's not. He kept bragging about being a Death Eater last year. Nothing's different from this year and last year. Well, nothing but Christiana and Maralinda. That would actually make sense. He never really knew Christie. Hm. He probably likes Mara. He does have more liveliness in his eyes whenever he talks to her. The same excitement Ron has when he talks to Christie. ' Hermione thought.
They climbed the stairs softly, making sure nobody was around. "Granger. The antidote is probably down that hall. If not, go that way," He pointed to the hall to the right, then the one in front of them. "Harry's probably this way," he stated as he started walking to the hall to the left.
"Good luck." Hermione told Mara.
"You, too. We'll take care of Harry. You go take care of Christie, okay?" Maralinda asked. Hermione nodded, turning the opposite direction.
Maralinda caught up to Draco. "Why are you friends with them?" he asked.
"With who?"
"Them. Potter, Weasley and Granger. Why them?"
"Why not them?"
"I--"
Mara cut off Draco, "Just drop it, okay? I don't want to talk right now."
They walked in silence until they came to a door. Draco looked at Mara. She seemed to be glaring at the door. He cocked an eyebrow up. "Um...Mara?" She turned to look at him. "What are you glaring at?"
"I'm not glaring. I'm looking through the door, okay?" He nodded, "Harry's in there. But the door's blocked."
"Then how do we get in?" Mara grabbed Draco hand, and walked through the door. "Wh--"
"Hush! They can't see us. But we can see them and each other."
"So, we're invisible?"
"Plainly stated, yes. But don't let go of my hand or you're visible as night and day."
They watched as Harry pounded the Death Eaters. Draco saw one sneak up on Harry. "Mara! Do something!" Mara concentrated. Draco watched as the Death Eater flung back as if somebody had punched him. He heard Mara pant. "You okay?"
"Fighting's not my area of expertise."
"Then why don't you use weather to pound them?"
"Too obvious. Everyone will notice and then Lucius will know I escaped. Someone will run down to the dungeons to find I'm gone, but Ron and Christie still there. You know, as well as I do, Ron can't protect Christie from more than two or three Death Eaters. They're more experienced."
"Speaking of my father, where is he?"
Maralinda searched the room with her eyes. "Oh no..."
~+~ Hermione ~+~
Hermione rushed to find the antidote. 'Third door to the right,' she repeated in her mind. She entered the room to find books everywhere. "Crap!"
She stormed out, rushing toward the other hall. As she entered, to find a desk with at least fifteen bottles on it. Hermione rubbed her temples, trying to remember which one Draco's aunt had told her it was. She remembered it had to be black. Good thing was that only left two, the bad thing was trying to figure out which one it was. She had remembered Professor Snape saying that a killing potion was also black, easily mistaken with the antidote. Hermione looked at the potions carefully. They looked so alike. One had traces of white inside, the other had silver. Her frustration grew as more time passed and she couldn't recall which it was. Then she saw Helen's eyes. Silver.
Hermione grabbed the antidote and rushed out, only to run into none other than Lucius Malfoy himself...
Weeeeeee! Fun fun! I'm really hyper right now!! Anyways. R/R
(sorry about grammar!!!!)
~* missy *~
^.^ okok. I'll try and do better at this grammar thing. But be warned, it won't necessarily work being that I got a 77 on my last grammar hwk. -_-
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Draco regained his senses. The surrounding air was filled with dust. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, the dust covering most of the light. He searched for someone. Anyone. "Mara? Christie? Weasley? Granger? You guys all okay?"
"We're fine. The wall withheld most of the blast. It's just freakin' hard to breathe." Hermione explained.
It felt like forever until the dust cleared. They could finally see more than two inches in front of their face. Draco looked around the destroyed dungeon. The energy surge created a small hole in the wall, now connecting them to Ron and Hermione. The hole allowed anyone to crawl through it, into the other cell. A limp body was huddled against the back wall of the cell. Draco approached it, hoping whoever it was, Mara or Christie, that she wasn't dead. Although the victim was covered with rubble and bunch of dust, Draco could tell it was Christiana. A lock of blonde hair had broken from her ponytail, now hanging in front of her closed e yes. Draco took her wrist. He sighed, there was a pulse. She was alive. "Weasley!"
Ron stuck his head through the hole, "What do you want, Malfoy?" he questioned slightly annoyed.
"Geez, Weasel. I was just going to tell you that Christie is unconscious. But okay, go all 'Shut up Malfoy, you bastard' on me. Sheesh!"
He heard Hermione whisper to Ron about who-knows-what. Draco continued searching for Mara. Since before, the dungeons had gotten darker. Nighttime was approaching and Draco knew they didn't have that much time left if they wanted to escape alive. "Malfoy?" His thoughts were interrupted by Ron's unoptimistic voice. He had crawled through the hole, now standing next to Christiana.
Draco combed through his now-dull blonde hair and rolled his silver eyes. "What, Weasley?"
"Thanks...for telling me about Christie..."
Draco grunted in reply, making Ron fume, having him not pay any respect for his thanks.
Draco eventually found Maralinda. The impact had sent her into the darkest corner of the dungeon. She, too, was unconscious. He brushed her brown hair out of her eyes.
=+= Maralinda's POV =+=
My eyelids felt tremendously heavy. I felt the dust all over me. Trying to open my eyes was too hard at the moment. Her body ached from being slid across the dungeon cell. A hand swept the hair covering my eyes away. With all my strength, my eyes fluttered open. I found myself gazing into deep, silver eyes. "D-Draco?" I managed. My breaths came in gasps, my energy drained.
Draco smiled, making my stomach melt, "Hey. Glad you made it."
"Huh?" I panicked. He said he's glad I made it...does that mean someone else didn't? Christie! "Oh my god! Is Christie alright?" I tried sitting up, but couldn't. My voice came out coarse and weak. I closed my eyes, feeling particularly sleepy.
"She's fine. Well...she's unconscious, but she'll wake up, most likely. Are you okay?" He watched me try and sit up again, "You need any help?"
I shook my head, "I just need energy."
Draco's eyes sparkled in the dungeon, which was almost pitch black, "Christiana told us you would. I volunteered." He helped me sit up.
I shook my head, "No. I won't take yours."
"Whose else can you take?" he asked. I could feel his glare. I shivered, "you can't take Christie's. She needs it to fight off the poison until we get the antidote. Can't take Granger. She has to go get the antidote. Plus, she might get into trouble, she'll need it."
"What about Ron?"
"He has to protect Christiana. She's weak right now. He has to protect her like I did you."
His eyes bore into mine, making my stomach turn. Why was this happening now?
I sighed, "Who will protect you?"
"You will." He clearly stated. She lost herself in his sparkling eyes. Her romantic daydreams were interrupted. "You owe me." He walked toward Ron and Christie. I sighed.
Okay, so maybe all the comfort was just because I was weak and poisoned...
=+= Normal POV =+=
He gave her the sympathy vote. She didn't need his sympathy. She would show him. Her plan was to march over, tap his shoulder and accept his offer of using his energy, but she forgot she had no energy to stand up. "Stupid," she muttered to herself. "Fine." He turned around. Ron glanced up, Realizing it was none of his business, he turned back toward Christiana, trying to wake her up. He didn't care. Especially if it had to do with a Malfoy. "Your energy it is."
Draco smirked, approaching Mara, "you're not going to steal all my energy, now are you?" he asked in a flirtatious, mocking tone.
Mara smiled seductively, "Why of course not, Draco. I would never dream of it." She held out her hand. Draco took it. Mara kept herself from blushing, even though he wouldn't have seen it anyway since it was now pitch black. The only light was from Draco eyes.
Draco felt the blood pumping in his body. Why does he feel like this? Why is he pretending to not care about Mara? Why the heck am I helping Weasel and Mudblood again? Right...I convinced myself this was my fault. And it was...
*Toric Arth Vorn. Pelac Blor Rect. Isht Farath Soth*
Draco felt something being tugged out. He felt himself getting tired, his energy draining. It ended as fast as it started. Mara dropped his hand and stood up. "Can you still stand? I didn't take that much, as I promised. Just enough for me to do what I need to do." After he nodded to confirm, she crawled through the hole, to talk to Hermione.
"Hey Mara! You're better!"
Maralinda nodded, "I got some of Draco's energy. Feels good to move around again." She smiled.
"You should thank Malfoy. He cared for you."
Mara scoffed. "He's just being sympathetic, if that's possible."
Hermione looked through the opening between the cells. "He seems pretty angry..."
"Well, that's not my problem, is it?" Mara snapped. "Sorry. I don't want to talk about Draco right now. He's too Jekyll and Hyde for me."
"Mm hm..." Hermione nodded. "Well, sorry to burst you bubble, but we have to go talk to Ron and Malfoy to think of a plan to escape."
Mara sighed, "Fine. Let's go."
"So, any ideas?" Maralinda asked as she proudly stood up.
Ron's head jerked up, "Ideas for what?"
"To escape, you nitwit!" Draco explained.
"Well, don't we have to save Harry and help Christiana?" Ron asked absolutely clueless.
"That's part of the escape." Draco said, frustrated by Ron's stupidity.
"Oh."
Everyone was silent.
Hermione broke the silence, "Do you think Harry's okay?"
"Are you kidding me? You're worried about bloody Potter right now? He's always okay. Always..." Draco muttered, obviously frustrated.
"He's fine," Mara claimed, her eyes shut. Hermione shot her a 'How do you know?' look. Mara just held out her hand, eyes still closed. Hermione hesitated, but eventually took it. "Close your eyes," Mara instructed. Hermione, as always, did as she was told.
~+~ Harry ~+~
Harry punched a death eater. His eyes darted from one to another. They surrounded him, all in long, black robes that swept the floor. Even though their robes slowed them down, the Death Eaters were still giving Harry a hard time. Voldemort felt like letting Lucius and some other Death Eaters bully Harry around, no magic of course.
'Stay in there, Harry,' he heard Mara speak in his head. 'We're thinking of a way to save you. Whisper an answer if you know where they took your wand.' She said.
He whispered a yes, feeling a little stupid, but still hoping she heard it. Lucius had taken this wand and put it in his pocket.
He glanced at the faces of the Death Eater surrounding him. None of them appeared to be Lucius.
He ducked as one swung a punch at him. Spinning around to kick the man behind him, he saw Lucius standing there. He was just watching, his hands crossed in front of him.
'Keep it up. Hermione's worried about you, Harry. Don't die..."
~+~ Dungeons ~+~
"How can you do that?" Hermione asked.
"Hm? Oh. The wind sends me pictures and sounds," Mara answered
"Right. Christie said you're something like a weather witch," said Draco
"Yeah, so?" Mara asked, giving him a glare.
"If looks could kill..." Hermione muttered.
Draco just glared back, "Heard you caused that storm the night you were kidnapped."
"No. YOU caused it, I just started it."
"Well, I'm sorry," Draco said sarcastically. Maralinda just chuckled. "What's so funny?"
"This," a silent bolt of lightning hit two feet away from Draco. He, along with Ron and Hermione, jumped.
"What the fuck was that?" Draco exclaimed
"Hm...looked like lightning to me," Ron spoke up.
"I FIGURED that, Weasel," he stared into Mara's brown eyes. "You did that, didn't you?"
"And if I did?"
Draco shrugged, "Does lightning go through metal?"
"Yea, I should think so. Why do you ask?" Mara asked, still glaring.
"Then we have a way of escape. But, we need to think of a way to save Christie and Harry and get out of this stupid lair."
"Alright."
~ Ten minutes later ~
"Anyone think of a plan?" Ron asked. Everyone shook his or her head.
"Christie can get us out of here if we get out of this stupid lair," Mara informed.
"Then...let's wing it," Draco suggested, "It's the best we can do right now, or else we're going to just waste more time."
"Fine. Works for me, "Mara said with a shrug.
"As long as it's possible for us to escape, I'm in." Ron claimed.
"I guess..." Hermione agreed reluctantly.
Maralinda concentrated on zapping the metal bars with her lightning. ~Flash~
"Zap another so we can remove them. Then we can squeeze out," Hermione traced an imaginary line, showing Mara where to zap. She nodded and concentrated once again. She was happy she was more of a weather witch, or else the lightning would have already drained the little energy she had. ~Flash~
Hermione approached the bars, trying to see if Mara had been accurate enough to wiggle the bars loose. "Shit!"
Draco looked up from the ground, "Oh my. Did Granger just curse?" he said in an amused tone.
"Bite me, Malfoy." Hermione said, not even turning to face him.
"Mark the spot," Draco replied.
Hermione whipped her head around to glare at him. Her brown hair flung outward. "Screw you."
Draco made a disgusted look, "No thank you. That would be undesirably gross." He shook his head just at the thought of it.
"Mara, you think you can zap one more?" Hermione asked deciding to ignore Draco. Mara nodded. "Good. Right here." Hermione traced another line then scooting back
~Flash~
Mara tugged at the bars. They came out easily. "Well, here you go."
"You DO still remember where the antidote is, right Granger?" Draco asked
"Obviously, Malfoy. I'm not as brainless as you are."
Draco just mimicked her. Mara began to speak, "As much as I would like to hear you two argue all day, we don't have that time. Now, Hermione, you need to go get the antidote, Ron stays here to protect Christie and I was thinking of going to help Harry with Malfoy's help."
' Malfoy? Did she just call me Malfoy? Since when did she do that? ' Draco thought.
"That's a good plan to me." Hermione stated, "Ready?"
They all nodded.
Hermione crawled out of the dungeons, Mara and Draco after her. "This way." Draco said, leading the way. Mara and Hermione quietly followed Draco toward the stairs.
' I hope Harry's okay. I couldn't stand if he were killed. I can't believe we're trusting Malfoy in showing us where things are. But, I guess he's not a Death Eater or else we would be dead or something. I wonder why he's not. He kept bragging about being a Death Eater last year. Nothing's different from this year and last year. Well, nothing but Christiana and Maralinda. That would actually make sense. He never really knew Christie. Hm. He probably likes Mara. He does have more liveliness in his eyes whenever he talks to her. The same excitement Ron has when he talks to Christie. ' Hermione thought.
They climbed the stairs softly, making sure nobody was around. "Granger. The antidote is probably down that hall. If not, go that way," He pointed to the hall to the right, then the one in front of them. "Harry's probably this way," he stated as he started walking to the hall to the left.
"Good luck." Hermione told Mara.
"You, too. We'll take care of Harry. You go take care of Christie, okay?" Maralinda asked. Hermione nodded, turning the opposite direction.
Maralinda caught up to Draco. "Why are you friends with them?" he asked.
"With who?"
"Them. Potter, Weasley and Granger. Why them?"
"Why not them?"
"I--"
Mara cut off Draco, "Just drop it, okay? I don't want to talk right now."
They walked in silence until they came to a door. Draco looked at Mara. She seemed to be glaring at the door. He cocked an eyebrow up. "Um...Mara?" She turned to look at him. "What are you glaring at?"
"I'm not glaring. I'm looking through the door, okay?" He nodded, "Harry's in there. But the door's blocked."
"Then how do we get in?" Mara grabbed Draco hand, and walked through the door. "Wh--"
"Hush! They can't see us. But we can see them and each other."
"So, we're invisible?"
"Plainly stated, yes. But don't let go of my hand or you're visible as night and day."
They watched as Harry pounded the Death Eaters. Draco saw one sneak up on Harry. "Mara! Do something!" Mara concentrated. Draco watched as the Death Eater flung back as if somebody had punched him. He heard Mara pant. "You okay?"
"Fighting's not my area of expertise."
"Then why don't you use weather to pound them?"
"Too obvious. Everyone will notice and then Lucius will know I escaped. Someone will run down to the dungeons to find I'm gone, but Ron and Christie still there. You know, as well as I do, Ron can't protect Christie from more than two or three Death Eaters. They're more experienced."
"Speaking of my father, where is he?"
Maralinda searched the room with her eyes. "Oh no..."
~+~ Hermione ~+~
Hermione rushed to find the antidote. 'Third door to the right,' she repeated in her mind. She entered the room to find books everywhere. "Crap!"
She stormed out, rushing toward the other hall. As she entered, to find a desk with at least fifteen bottles on it. Hermione rubbed her temples, trying to remember which one Draco's aunt had told her it was. She remembered it had to be black. Good thing was that only left two, the bad thing was trying to figure out which one it was. She had remembered Professor Snape saying that a killing potion was also black, easily mistaken with the antidote. Hermione looked at the potions carefully. They looked so alike. One had traces of white inside, the other had silver. Her frustration grew as more time passed and she couldn't recall which it was. Then she saw Helen's eyes. Silver.
Hermione grabbed the antidote and rushed out, only to run into none other than Lucius Malfoy himself...
Weeeeeee! Fun fun! I'm really hyper right now!! Anyways. R/R
(sorry about grammar!!!!)
~* missy *~
