==HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER STONED==

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[Chapter 15: Hermione Dies]

'The venom! It still burns! It still –'

Suddenly the victim fell silent. The Philosopher fell silent. Ron fell silent. Harry fell silent. Dumbledore fell down a flight of stairs. Everything was quiet…

Except for the snoring. Of Hermione.

'Oh shit,' said Ron quietly. 'Harry, the Philosopher's gonna find out we're watching him! We need to get Hermione to wake up and leave!'

'Forget Hermione!' Harry hissed. 'I'm getting out of here! Who cares about Hermione!'

'She's got to get her priorities right,' said Ron.

'Were you talking about me?' Harry hissed.

'Err, no…'

Harry and Ron watched the Philosopher as he looked around, then made a run for it. Before the Philosopher realised it the two had gone.

Leaving Hermione.

Who was snoring.

Loudly.

'What's that noise?' said the Philosopher. 'It's so horrible, so annoying, so –'

Suddenly Hermione woke up, and the third victim woke up. It seems the venom didn't quite kill him.

Hermione watched as the Philosopher brutally murdered the victim. 'Holy crap, I gotta get outta here!' she said quietly.

She looked around. There seemed no way out. Either hide behind…well there was nothing she could hide behind in the first place. So it seemed she needed to either find a way to hide, or die.

'Dammit, why did Harry and Ron have to run away. Oh well, I guess I can't keep telling them to look after my drugs.'

Hermione watched the Philosopher, who was looking around for the strange noise. Hermione used this to get up and run over to the other side of the hall, where a pot plant (not that kind of pot plant) blocked her from view.

'I know you're here somewhere,' said the Philosopher. Hermione thought that this comment was directed at herself, though the Philosopher was just looking for a pen he dropped.

'I've got to escape,' she said quietly to herself. She watched until the Philosopher was out of sight, then ran for it.

'Hey! Who's there! Come back!'

Hermione turned the corner and ran down a dark corridor, past barred windows. She turned left and saw two elevators, and hit the button on one of them. The one furthest to her opened, and she ran for it.

Suddenly it all went in slow motion. A big muscled man holding a shotgun and wearing sunglasses stepped out of the elevator, and Hermione, face literally covered with terror, skidded and fell to the lino floor, stopping just below him. She stood up, before a kid with parted hair could walk in front of the big man, and ran away back the way she came.

'Hermione! Wait!'

Suddenly a guy dressed in white whacked Hermione with one of those funny sticks, and she fell to the ground. 'No! Help me! God dammit, it's gonna KILL US ALL!'

Ignoring Hermione's pointing, another guy came along, and helped the first guy. They looked strangely like people that would guard an insane asylum. Suddenly an old guy walked up with a syringe of some sort. Hermione didn't know, but it was a dose of tranquiliser. She craned her neck to look down the hallway, and saw the tall muscled man, dressed in leather, walking down with the shotgun in his hand, followed by the kid.

The big guy reached her, and grabbed one of the men in white clothes, hurling one at the white railing that lined the walls, smashing it and killing the guy. He picked up another of the men and threw him through a door, shattering the glass. The big guy then picked up the old man, and hurled him at one of the walls as well.

Hermione looked around, and sat up. 'Hermione, are you okay?' the kid asked.

Hermione looked from the kid, to the big guy, and back to the kid. The muscled man reached out for her and said, 'Come with me if you want to live.'

Hermione accepted his offer, and was hauled up. Suddenly the Philosopher appeared at the other side of the hall, where there were several sets of barred doors, almost like they were put there as if this place was an insane asylum. He was holding a pistol, and approached the bars without stopping. He moved through the bars as if he was liquid.

The Philosopher walked through the last of the bars, but was stopped. There was a CLINK, CLINK then he realised that the pistol was jammed in between the bars. Pulling it out, he began to walk towards Hermione and her two new-found friends.

'Go! Run!' said the big guy, cocking the shotgun. While the kid and Hermione went for the elevators, the big guy fired at the Philosopher, walking backwards so he could get to the elevator as well. A small circle of liquid-metal or mercury solid formed near the shot wound, and this happened every time the big guy shot at him.

The elevator doors closed just as the muscled man entered the lift. But suddenly, two metal objects opened the elevator door. Hermione gasped, as she saw the Philosopher's arms had become the two objects!

The big guy cocked the shotgun and fired it, and the Philosopher's head literally exploded. There was that same metal-liquid mercury, as the Philosopher's demented head slowly reformed. By then, however, the elevator was going up.

'I never knew Hogwarts had an elevator,' said Hermione.

'I was sent back in time to protect you, Hermione,' said the big guy. He had a heavy foreign accent, which reminded her of Arnold Schwarzenegger. 'Now you must go back to the dorms and stay there.'

'Yes, sir,' said Hermione.

Will Hermione survive? Of course, dumbass. What about Harry and Ron? They ran away before they could get killed. And Draco? Hmm, he hasn't been mentioned for a while. Find out in the next chapter of Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stoned