Campfire: Chappy 1

Arrival

Darkness. Complete and utter darkness. Such a thick darkness that you could taste it. Feel it. Walking through it put a strain on all muscles in the body, as though it was forcing you to not move. Stay put. Such a darkness…

Wait. What am I going on about? It wasn't that dark at the time at all. The entire scene was lit up by the moon and stars above, and the unusually cool summer air was actually very easy to move through.

I walked through that forest, searching for the area I had designated before. I pushed through trees of all kind, squinted my eyes in hope that it would just pop out at me.

Of course, it did, for I had decorated the entrance path with florecent ribbons. Of course, now that I was here, those had to go.  I plucked them off the branches they were secured to and without thinking I tied them in various places in my hair.

I walked slowly, gracefully, making a grand entrance into the clearing for no reason since there was no one there to show off to.

Of course, they wouldn't be here yet. Probably wouldn't even arive for another half an hour.

And so, I shrugged to myself, and made sure everything was ready. I adjusted the stumps and rocks around the fire pit that would serve as seats for them.

I decided it would be all the more fun if I hid at first, so I walked to the edge of the clearing and scrambled up a tree, resting on its topmost branches, making sure that I was hidden in shadow so as to not give myself away.

It was twenty minutes later, when I was just dozing off that I heard it. A small popping sound that marked the first arrival. I snapped awake and smiled to myself, waiting for the person to come into view. I held my breath and waited to see who it was…

"Bloody hell!" I heard some one whisper.

Ah. Mr. Weasley is here.

The fourteen year old red head wandered into view. He looked about him wildely, his mouth moving with quiet mutterings.

Another pop, and a tree at the edge of the clearing shook. "Oh!" Some one squeaked.

Hermione, I thought, pleased with my little game of guessing who was who.

Ron of course, didn't know this and gulped. "Who's there?" He called, backing farther and farther away from the direction in question. Soon I couldn't see him, for he was under the very tree that I sat in. I tried not to move.

"That depends," A girl's voice called back, "On who's over there!"

"Hermione?"

"Ron?"

I couldn't supress a small laugh.

"What was that?" Hermione asked, coming into view.

"How should I know? Where are we? Why are we here?"

"Oh, Ron, I don't—"

Pop! Pop!

"Ouch! Geroff me! Where am I?"

"No, where am I? Who am I—"

"Malfoy?"

"Potter?"

I squeaked, and shoved my fist into my mouth, biting down on it hard, hoping the pain would make the laughter leave me. I couldn't be discovered yet. This was all too good!

"Harry?" Ron croaked, stepping out from the tree into my vision.

The scrambling sounds stopped. "Who's there?" The shaking voice of Draco called.

"I don't know…"

"You are all idiots!" Hermione said shrilly. She marched behind a tree and emerged dragging two boys. Everyone stared at eachother until they burst out laughing. This was ridiculous, of course. They had disappeared from… wherever they had been… (how should I know where they go in between books?) And arrived in the middle of a strange forest in the middle of the night with at least one person that they hated very dearly.

I decided to make my true entrance while they were distracted. Ever so quietly, I krept to the edge of the branch and crouched down, only to suddenly spring into the air. I lept a ways forward, and lifted one leg slightly behind me. I pointed my other toe in stetched my arms. I could have been in a ballet calendar!

I landed directly in the center of their circle of laughter, silencing them. They jumped back at once and held out their wands threateningly. Anyone else in my situation might have been nervous, but I only smiled.

"Put those away before I confiscate them." I said in what I hoped was a "stern teacher" voice.

To my luck, they obeyed. I guess I have that effect on people.

"Would you mind telling us where we are?" Draco said in that adorable drawl of his.

"And why we're here?" Hermione added.

I motioned for them to stand behind me, and they complied hesitantly.

"Lady and gentlemen." I said, never wiping the superior smile off my face. "We are here for one reason. And one reason alone."

I paused for effect, and inwardly chuckled as I heard them hold their breath.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out some powder. "We are here," I held up the powder and chucked it into the fire. Flames suddenly errupted from the ground, forming a picture perfect scene.

"For a campfire."

END OF CHAPPY ONE

Mwahahahaha! Akee, I've had this idea fer a while and finally decided to write it. Believe me, it will get better once we get into things. This chapter was just necissary. Please review and stick with me! Should be pretty good, as far as I can tell! ^__^