Early the next morning, Harry woke to realize that Mielde wasn't
there. A nightgown was there to be found but Harry knew she was going to
the fishing nets. He got up and dressed.
"Oh Harry, hi!" Mielde was smiling as she walked up the steep trail towards Harry. She shook her hair after reaching the cave.
"Should we go?" Harry asked to the smiling Mielde.
"Yes," she said with a small smile. She lifted her bag and walked out of the cave.
The whole trip to Hogwarts was filled with the buzz of finding the grounds. Mielde was extremely stressed out that she couldn't find Hogwarts. Harry then told her that there was hope.
"Look Harry, Hogwarts is supposed to be a huge castle. And so far, we have found nothing," she explained. "Besides, there are so many spells and enchantments blocking us from it."
"Did you read Hogwarts a History?" Harry grinned at the sound of her voice.
"Yes!" she was sounding more like Hermione. "Besides, if you are going to find out about the Chamber of secrets, then you might as well read the whole thing."
"Oh, okay. Well, Hermione said that only students and members of Hogwarts could enter."
"Well, It will be days before we find it."
Harry and Mielde did not talk through the rest of the trip. They only spoke when needing directions.
"We should turn ."
"No, I think we better stick to the path ."
"Why couldn't we track ."
"Great, thanks to you, I got my robes stuck, let's try this way ."
With the day turning to the night, Harry and Mielde finally wormed their way out of the dangerous forest. Harry was aware that werewolves and spiders were near. He constantly checked for sudden signs of movement. But finally a clearing was near. The end of danger was coming. They broke into a run and ran out towards near the lake. The castle was glowing with candles and the torches. Harry and Mielde walked towards the castle, where they met Peeves.
"Oh, naughty naughty students, sneaking around doing things," Peeves cackled menacingly.
"Stop it Peeves," a bossy voice called out.
Harry whipped around to see who it was. The person's footsteps came closer. It was Hermione. She ran and hugged Harry and was beaming. Then after the reunion, she stopped smiling and looked at Mielde.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Oh, nothing, just wondering who she is . oh Mielde Baisure, I see," Hermione examined.
As Harry and Hermione went to head for the great hall, a piercing scream rang through the midnight. They turned and broke to a sprint. They found Mielde on the ground. Her face was pale and her fingers were cold.
"Harry, what happened?" Hermione said with a tear rolling.
"I don't know, but I think something or someone is out there," Harry said. He couldn't say it, but he knew someone was following him and Mielde as they walked.
"I'll get Dumbledore," Hermione told Harry. "And Harry, be careful."
She ran to the doors and faded in the distance. Harry looked at the dead Mielde. He touched her face to feel the icy cold truth lying on the lifeless body. He had no hope. He thought that people would attack others at uncertain times.
"Harry," said a clear pure voice.
Harry saw Professor Dumbledore. He looked extremely grave and worried.
"Professor, we heard her scream."
"I know, Miss Granger already told me," Dumbledore answered.
"We must remove the body immediately. She will be examined. In the meanwhile, be careful and expect the unexpected. Come now," Dumbledore explained.
Hermione waited for Harry and said, "Harry, let's get Ron. He's in the hospital wing due to some er . injuries."
The next morning, black curtains and banners draped over Hogwarts. It was very mournful, and every word spoken was left unanswered. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat next to each other, Malfoy started laughing and kept talking about how dumb Mielde was.
Harry's temper began to boil. He got out of his seat and stomped towards the Slytherin table. Ron saw Harry and yelled, "Harry no!" But it was too late. Harry punched Malfoy. Professor Mcgonagall stood up and had her nose flared and her finger pointing at Harry.
"Potter, what are you doing?" Mcgonagall asked.
"Listen professor, he was laughing at Mielde," Harry answered.
"But, that doesn't explain of why you should show Muggle violence. I am very disappointed with you," she said as she came down to Harry. "You are already in trouble for wandering away from the school!" she yelled fiercely. No one spoke. All eyes were on Harry. "Fifty points from Gryffindor. Mr. Potter, I will arrange your detention. You will get your punishment letter very soon." She walked away from Harry and out of the great hall.
After all the lessons, Ron and Harry met Hermione near the statue of Waldenlin the Wonder. She was packing her bags with books. AS soon as she was done, they walked to a chestnut tree and sat down.
"Harry why did you punch Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"Because, because, would you want to have some one laugh at you while you were at your own funeral?" Harry answered angrily.
"I know you are angry, but you shouldn't hurt others," Hermione said.
"Fine then, I am leaving," and Harry got up and left.
"Harry, wait! Hermione didn't mean to act like that!" Ron called. Harry kept walking with his temper boiling.
Harry didn't meet Ron or Hermione for the whole day. He had to get his password from Seamus Finnagin.
"Albanish," Harry mumbled as the portrait swung open. He walked inside to find Ron and Hermione kissing.
Suddenly, Hermione noticed Harry. "Ron, stop it!" she whispered in a hush voice.
"It's okay," Harry said loudly.
"Oh, phew," Ron said wiping his head.
Harry walked over to the sofa they have been sitting on. He curiously looked at Hermione and Ron and finally asked, "When did you guys started liking each other?" He sounded grumbled and disgruntled but he was very cheerful about them.
"Er, I started liking Hermione for a long time, how many years again?" Ron looked at Hermione for the answered.
"Two years, Ron. Oh and Harry," Hermione said in a timid voice, "just tell us if you are jealous because when you asked, you were not too happy ."
"Drop it Hermione. It was just, Imagining people die, I think I wanted to die too," Harry spoke rashly.
"No, Harry! I can't believe it! Just because you keep seeing people die doesn't mean you will have to die too!" Hermione coldly said, as her white face was position at him.
"Remember last year," Harry told them. "While you guys were either knocked out cold or acting strange," he looked at Ron, "I fought Voldemort. And, when Dumbledore saved us, he told me the prophecy. He said that the prophecy ended with "neither one can live . while the other survives" That meant, my life has to include or end in murder."
Hermione looked shocked at her white face began to even whiter. Ron kept shaking his head. Harry looked at both of them.
"You, see. I might die, or I might kill Voldemort. It's just hard to imagine actually killing him than seeing yourself dead," Harry spoke slowly. "When you know that your parents died because of him, it's hard to imagine what's going to happen to you."
He then looked up to see Hermione crying and Ron sulking. Ron spoke up and said, "We'll be there for you, mate."
But as he turned around, a tawny owl fluttered to his side. It handed Harry a letter and flew off. He ripped off the envelope to see that his detention was to be held with Fleur.
Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
You're detention is to be held with
teacher, Fleur Delacour. It is to be held
this week including today. You will come
to her office at 11 PM sharp.
Minerva Mcgonagall
Harry looked at his watch. It was 10:51. "Bye!" he called to them as he open the portrait to leave. Ron picked up the letter and muttered something that sounded like, "Lucky." Fortunately Hermione didn't hear him.
With the passages silent and dim, Harry walked around hallways and corridors to find Fleur's office. As he opened the door, she smiled and summoned a chair. He walked up the stone stairs and sat down. She was beaming and shook her blonde hair.
"I waz wondering if you can teach me to perfect my Engish," she said looking a bit worried.
"Sure," Harry answered looking at the ground.
"Your friend'z brother used to zeach me," she said admirably. "Here." She lifted a large book. "He would read it alout and I would have to repeat it."
Harry drowsily read the small tiny words. It seemed hours for Harry. He finally said, "You are doing well Professor Delacour."
"It is okay, Harry," she said happily. "Just call me Fleur, I am not used to Professor. You may go Potter."
Harry walked down the steps and called, "Good night!" He flung the door open and left. He walked out to see someone dead with blood pouring from their forehead and with a sharp blade stuck to ones side. It was Colin.
"Oh Harry, hi!" Mielde was smiling as she walked up the steep trail towards Harry. She shook her hair after reaching the cave.
"Should we go?" Harry asked to the smiling Mielde.
"Yes," she said with a small smile. She lifted her bag and walked out of the cave.
The whole trip to Hogwarts was filled with the buzz of finding the grounds. Mielde was extremely stressed out that she couldn't find Hogwarts. Harry then told her that there was hope.
"Look Harry, Hogwarts is supposed to be a huge castle. And so far, we have found nothing," she explained. "Besides, there are so many spells and enchantments blocking us from it."
"Did you read Hogwarts a History?" Harry grinned at the sound of her voice.
"Yes!" she was sounding more like Hermione. "Besides, if you are going to find out about the Chamber of secrets, then you might as well read the whole thing."
"Oh, okay. Well, Hermione said that only students and members of Hogwarts could enter."
"Well, It will be days before we find it."
Harry and Mielde did not talk through the rest of the trip. They only spoke when needing directions.
"We should turn ."
"No, I think we better stick to the path ."
"Why couldn't we track ."
"Great, thanks to you, I got my robes stuck, let's try this way ."
With the day turning to the night, Harry and Mielde finally wormed their way out of the dangerous forest. Harry was aware that werewolves and spiders were near. He constantly checked for sudden signs of movement. But finally a clearing was near. The end of danger was coming. They broke into a run and ran out towards near the lake. The castle was glowing with candles and the torches. Harry and Mielde walked towards the castle, where they met Peeves.
"Oh, naughty naughty students, sneaking around doing things," Peeves cackled menacingly.
"Stop it Peeves," a bossy voice called out.
Harry whipped around to see who it was. The person's footsteps came closer. It was Hermione. She ran and hugged Harry and was beaming. Then after the reunion, she stopped smiling and looked at Mielde.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Oh, nothing, just wondering who she is . oh Mielde Baisure, I see," Hermione examined.
As Harry and Hermione went to head for the great hall, a piercing scream rang through the midnight. They turned and broke to a sprint. They found Mielde on the ground. Her face was pale and her fingers were cold.
"Harry, what happened?" Hermione said with a tear rolling.
"I don't know, but I think something or someone is out there," Harry said. He couldn't say it, but he knew someone was following him and Mielde as they walked.
"I'll get Dumbledore," Hermione told Harry. "And Harry, be careful."
She ran to the doors and faded in the distance. Harry looked at the dead Mielde. He touched her face to feel the icy cold truth lying on the lifeless body. He had no hope. He thought that people would attack others at uncertain times.
"Harry," said a clear pure voice.
Harry saw Professor Dumbledore. He looked extremely grave and worried.
"Professor, we heard her scream."
"I know, Miss Granger already told me," Dumbledore answered.
"We must remove the body immediately. She will be examined. In the meanwhile, be careful and expect the unexpected. Come now," Dumbledore explained.
Hermione waited for Harry and said, "Harry, let's get Ron. He's in the hospital wing due to some er . injuries."
The next morning, black curtains and banners draped over Hogwarts. It was very mournful, and every word spoken was left unanswered. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat next to each other, Malfoy started laughing and kept talking about how dumb Mielde was.
Harry's temper began to boil. He got out of his seat and stomped towards the Slytherin table. Ron saw Harry and yelled, "Harry no!" But it was too late. Harry punched Malfoy. Professor Mcgonagall stood up and had her nose flared and her finger pointing at Harry.
"Potter, what are you doing?" Mcgonagall asked.
"Listen professor, he was laughing at Mielde," Harry answered.
"But, that doesn't explain of why you should show Muggle violence. I am very disappointed with you," she said as she came down to Harry. "You are already in trouble for wandering away from the school!" she yelled fiercely. No one spoke. All eyes were on Harry. "Fifty points from Gryffindor. Mr. Potter, I will arrange your detention. You will get your punishment letter very soon." She walked away from Harry and out of the great hall.
After all the lessons, Ron and Harry met Hermione near the statue of Waldenlin the Wonder. She was packing her bags with books. AS soon as she was done, they walked to a chestnut tree and sat down.
"Harry why did you punch Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"Because, because, would you want to have some one laugh at you while you were at your own funeral?" Harry answered angrily.
"I know you are angry, but you shouldn't hurt others," Hermione said.
"Fine then, I am leaving," and Harry got up and left.
"Harry, wait! Hermione didn't mean to act like that!" Ron called. Harry kept walking with his temper boiling.
Harry didn't meet Ron or Hermione for the whole day. He had to get his password from Seamus Finnagin.
"Albanish," Harry mumbled as the portrait swung open. He walked inside to find Ron and Hermione kissing.
Suddenly, Hermione noticed Harry. "Ron, stop it!" she whispered in a hush voice.
"It's okay," Harry said loudly.
"Oh, phew," Ron said wiping his head.
Harry walked over to the sofa they have been sitting on. He curiously looked at Hermione and Ron and finally asked, "When did you guys started liking each other?" He sounded grumbled and disgruntled but he was very cheerful about them.
"Er, I started liking Hermione for a long time, how many years again?" Ron looked at Hermione for the answered.
"Two years, Ron. Oh and Harry," Hermione said in a timid voice, "just tell us if you are jealous because when you asked, you were not too happy ."
"Drop it Hermione. It was just, Imagining people die, I think I wanted to die too," Harry spoke rashly.
"No, Harry! I can't believe it! Just because you keep seeing people die doesn't mean you will have to die too!" Hermione coldly said, as her white face was position at him.
"Remember last year," Harry told them. "While you guys were either knocked out cold or acting strange," he looked at Ron, "I fought Voldemort. And, when Dumbledore saved us, he told me the prophecy. He said that the prophecy ended with "neither one can live . while the other survives" That meant, my life has to include or end in murder."
Hermione looked shocked at her white face began to even whiter. Ron kept shaking his head. Harry looked at both of them.
"You, see. I might die, or I might kill Voldemort. It's just hard to imagine actually killing him than seeing yourself dead," Harry spoke slowly. "When you know that your parents died because of him, it's hard to imagine what's going to happen to you."
He then looked up to see Hermione crying and Ron sulking. Ron spoke up and said, "We'll be there for you, mate."
But as he turned around, a tawny owl fluttered to his side. It handed Harry a letter and flew off. He ripped off the envelope to see that his detention was to be held with Fleur.
Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
You're detention is to be held with
teacher, Fleur Delacour. It is to be held
this week including today. You will come
to her office at 11 PM sharp.
Minerva Mcgonagall
Harry looked at his watch. It was 10:51. "Bye!" he called to them as he open the portrait to leave. Ron picked up the letter and muttered something that sounded like, "Lucky." Fortunately Hermione didn't hear him.
With the passages silent and dim, Harry walked around hallways and corridors to find Fleur's office. As he opened the door, she smiled and summoned a chair. He walked up the stone stairs and sat down. She was beaming and shook her blonde hair.
"I waz wondering if you can teach me to perfect my Engish," she said looking a bit worried.
"Sure," Harry answered looking at the ground.
"Your friend'z brother used to zeach me," she said admirably. "Here." She lifted a large book. "He would read it alout and I would have to repeat it."
Harry drowsily read the small tiny words. It seemed hours for Harry. He finally said, "You are doing well Professor Delacour."
"It is okay, Harry," she said happily. "Just call me Fleur, I am not used to Professor. You may go Potter."
Harry walked down the steps and called, "Good night!" He flung the door open and left. He walked out to see someone dead with blood pouring from their forehead and with a sharp blade stuck to ones side. It was Colin.