Disclaimer ~ Nope, still don't own the characters. Probably never will,
either.
A/N Oh, well. Would someone like to do some fan art for me? PLEASE? Also, I would just like to clarify that Snape did NOT kidnap Hermione. He is a prisoner just like her.
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Ron hurried up the steps, and opened the door to the flat building. The warm air from the inside hit his face. He looked down at the piece of paper Ginny had given him that morning. Flat B13. Hermione's flat. He needed to talk to her and needed her to talk to him.
As he pushed the button on the elevator, he hoped that Hermione still felt the same way about him as he did her.
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Hermione felt she must've been sitting in silence for hours. She looked out of the corner of her eye to Snape. His head rested against her shoulder as he snored softly.
She looked back to the crack under the door, and watched as a figure paced back and forth outside of it. She wondered to herself what was going to happen next. She stole another glance at Snape, before looking to the feet that stopped in front of the door.
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Ron knocked on the door of Hermione's flat. He listen for some sort of sound coming from inside of the room but heard nothing. He knocked again, harder this time.
Hermione couldn't have still been out? Not all-night. Maybe he didn't know her as well, as he thought he did.
He turned to leave as he heard a scratching noise coming from the other side of the door. She WAS home. He knocked again. "Hermione, I know you're in there." No answer came and he looked over his shoulder before pressing his ear against the door.
He heard a strange sputtering noise come from inside of her flat. The scratching went from one side of the hall to the next. Within a split second he heard it scratching at the door again. Hermione must've been trying to scare him off. "If you're still mad at me, I'll talk to you later."
With those final words he turned and left, his brow furrowed. Something strange was going on.
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Hermione listened carefully to the harsh voices outside of her door. She strained her ears, but no matter how much she tried she couldn't understand what they were saying.
The more she listened the more she realized that it couldn't have been a human language they were speaking. It wasn't like anything she'd ever heard before. Sure, she'd heard Harry speak Parsel-tongue before, and it first frightened her.
But that was nothing in comparison to the sinister language being spoken on the other side of the door. It was enough to send shivers down even the bravest Gryffindor's spine.
She elbowed Snape softly in the shoulder, waking him immediately from his slumber. "Wha?"
"Shhh!" She whispered harshly. Snape raised his eyebrow as Hermione brought a finger to her lips. "Listen."
Hermione studied his face as he listened carefully to the conversation, and after the voices were gone and the hollow footsteps disappeared, he turned to her. The light filtering into the room from the crack under the door revealed a very pale Snape.
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Ron sank onto the sofa at Ginny's house. "So she wasn't home?" Ginny asked setting down a cup of tea in front of her brother.
Ron shook his head, "No, someone was in there."
"She didn't even answer? Not even when you tried to apologize to her?"
"I didn't apologize to her."
"Why not?"
"I wasn't about to apologize to her door, Gin."
Ginny shrugged her shoulders. "I would have."
Ron rolled his eyes, and set his cup down, "I'm going to go."
"Bye Ron." Ginny waved as her brother disapparated.
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Hermione's eyes questioned Snape, as he remained silent. Finally, "What is it, Professor?" He raised his hand as he came out of his deep thoughts. She opened her mouth to speak again but his words came out before hers.
"That was Kakoian." Snape whispered out.
"What? I thought that was an unknown language. Nobody has ever heard it before. And isn't it.?"
"Yes, Miss Granger, it is a language of dark wizards."
"But it hasn't been used since the war fought between good and evil forces in Greece. That was over a thousand years ago, Professor! No one would speak it anymore."
"That's where you're wrong." He answered staring blankly ahead.
"What are you on about Professor?"
"Obviously someone must speak it. We just heard it."
"How do you know that was Kakoian? If it is an unheard language than how would you know it from any other?"
"Tell me Miss Granger, of all the strange languages you've learned in our world, have you ever heard one as completely terrifying?"
"Well, no but 'Magical Languages', clearly states that it is impossible for anyone to know what it sounds like. They don't even know if it ever existed, if it weren't for those runes found in Greece."
"Not everything you read in a book is the truth."
"A book has never proved me wrong."
"Miss Granger. You have not been where I have been, or seen what I have seen. You don't know this, but I used to be a Death-Eater."
"I know. Harry told me after fourth year. And I understand what you must've gone through. At the time we didn't realize that you were a loyal servant to Dumbledore. When it was released in the papers, I felt even worse about leaving you in the woods to die. All because of Voldemort."
"Dumbledore gave me a second chance. I wanted to do anything I could for him. When he asked, I couldn't turn him down. Even if it meant pledging allegiance to Voldemort, and risking my life when I broke the code."
Hermione nodded her head and stared into the palms of her hand. Looking up, "I still don't understand what the 'Lost Language' has to do with Voldemort, sir."
"It's very simple. Voldemort was not the only dark force lurking during your time at Hogwarts. Most powerful, yes, but not the lone evil.
"You see there was another group, the 'Skoteinos Dimiourgimas'. They were, of course, Grecian wizards. As you must've noticed, the voices didn't sound human."
Hermione nodded, "Yes."
"They were scarcely ever seen. Of course the Death Eaters would come across the group every once in a while."
"How did Voldemort feel about the Skot-" Hermione stopped mid-sentence.
"The Skoteinos Dimiourgimas? When he was weak, he might've been threatened. But after the tri-wizard tournament, he gained full power. He had his followers back, and there was no threat from the Skoteinos Dimiourgimas."
"I see. So, you're saying that the next Dark Revolution is going to be from these- things?"
"There are so few of them left. Maybe ten or twenty of them. But, years ago, they were powerful. They were described as half man half-beast."
"You don't think that they were polyanimagi?"
"No, they weren't pureblood wizards."
"McGonagall isn't pureblood."
"McGonagall is only animagi. In order to transform into more than one type of creature, you must be a pureblood witch or wizard."
"I never knew."
"I told you, you can't learn everything from a book."
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I'm sorry to end it there. I know. Is this getting ultra cheesy and terrible? I'm also thinking about making this story into a series. Yes/no? I think I'll start on another chapter.
I don't know Greek, so forgive me if this is wrong, but I believe it's right. Skoteinos means DARK. Dimiourgimas means CREATURES (so the group is called Dark Creatures). The language Kakoian comes from the Greek word Kako which means EVIL. In case you were wondering.
Anyone want to make me some fan art? I would love it to pieces! Or if you have some Ron/Hrm. pics you'll let me use, email me at jwcbp@hotmail.com, or visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/RonMione/ To post them. Thanks! Be on the lookout for a new chapter! Probably tomorrow (10-15-02)! I'm doing PDG on updates!
You guys want some more Ron in the next chapter?
A/N Oh, well. Would someone like to do some fan art for me? PLEASE? Also, I would just like to clarify that Snape did NOT kidnap Hermione. He is a prisoner just like her.
~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~
Ron hurried up the steps, and opened the door to the flat building. The warm air from the inside hit his face. He looked down at the piece of paper Ginny had given him that morning. Flat B13. Hermione's flat. He needed to talk to her and needed her to talk to him.
As he pushed the button on the elevator, he hoped that Hermione still felt the same way about him as he did her.
~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~
Hermione felt she must've been sitting in silence for hours. She looked out of the corner of her eye to Snape. His head rested against her shoulder as he snored softly.
She looked back to the crack under the door, and watched as a figure paced back and forth outside of it. She wondered to herself what was going to happen next. She stole another glance at Snape, before looking to the feet that stopped in front of the door.
~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~
Ron knocked on the door of Hermione's flat. He listen for some sort of sound coming from inside of the room but heard nothing. He knocked again, harder this time.
Hermione couldn't have still been out? Not all-night. Maybe he didn't know her as well, as he thought he did.
He turned to leave as he heard a scratching noise coming from the other side of the door. She WAS home. He knocked again. "Hermione, I know you're in there." No answer came and he looked over his shoulder before pressing his ear against the door.
He heard a strange sputtering noise come from inside of her flat. The scratching went from one side of the hall to the next. Within a split second he heard it scratching at the door again. Hermione must've been trying to scare him off. "If you're still mad at me, I'll talk to you later."
With those final words he turned and left, his brow furrowed. Something strange was going on.
~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~
Hermione listened carefully to the harsh voices outside of her door. She strained her ears, but no matter how much she tried she couldn't understand what they were saying.
The more she listened the more she realized that it couldn't have been a human language they were speaking. It wasn't like anything she'd ever heard before. Sure, she'd heard Harry speak Parsel-tongue before, and it first frightened her.
But that was nothing in comparison to the sinister language being spoken on the other side of the door. It was enough to send shivers down even the bravest Gryffindor's spine.
She elbowed Snape softly in the shoulder, waking him immediately from his slumber. "Wha?"
"Shhh!" She whispered harshly. Snape raised his eyebrow as Hermione brought a finger to her lips. "Listen."
Hermione studied his face as he listened carefully to the conversation, and after the voices were gone and the hollow footsteps disappeared, he turned to her. The light filtering into the room from the crack under the door revealed a very pale Snape.
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Ron sank onto the sofa at Ginny's house. "So she wasn't home?" Ginny asked setting down a cup of tea in front of her brother.
Ron shook his head, "No, someone was in there."
"She didn't even answer? Not even when you tried to apologize to her?"
"I didn't apologize to her."
"Why not?"
"I wasn't about to apologize to her door, Gin."
Ginny shrugged her shoulders. "I would have."
Ron rolled his eyes, and set his cup down, "I'm going to go."
"Bye Ron." Ginny waved as her brother disapparated.
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Hermione's eyes questioned Snape, as he remained silent. Finally, "What is it, Professor?" He raised his hand as he came out of his deep thoughts. She opened her mouth to speak again but his words came out before hers.
"That was Kakoian." Snape whispered out.
"What? I thought that was an unknown language. Nobody has ever heard it before. And isn't it.?"
"Yes, Miss Granger, it is a language of dark wizards."
"But it hasn't been used since the war fought between good and evil forces in Greece. That was over a thousand years ago, Professor! No one would speak it anymore."
"That's where you're wrong." He answered staring blankly ahead.
"What are you on about Professor?"
"Obviously someone must speak it. We just heard it."
"How do you know that was Kakoian? If it is an unheard language than how would you know it from any other?"
"Tell me Miss Granger, of all the strange languages you've learned in our world, have you ever heard one as completely terrifying?"
"Well, no but 'Magical Languages', clearly states that it is impossible for anyone to know what it sounds like. They don't even know if it ever existed, if it weren't for those runes found in Greece."
"Not everything you read in a book is the truth."
"A book has never proved me wrong."
"Miss Granger. You have not been where I have been, or seen what I have seen. You don't know this, but I used to be a Death-Eater."
"I know. Harry told me after fourth year. And I understand what you must've gone through. At the time we didn't realize that you were a loyal servant to Dumbledore. When it was released in the papers, I felt even worse about leaving you in the woods to die. All because of Voldemort."
"Dumbledore gave me a second chance. I wanted to do anything I could for him. When he asked, I couldn't turn him down. Even if it meant pledging allegiance to Voldemort, and risking my life when I broke the code."
Hermione nodded her head and stared into the palms of her hand. Looking up, "I still don't understand what the 'Lost Language' has to do with Voldemort, sir."
"It's very simple. Voldemort was not the only dark force lurking during your time at Hogwarts. Most powerful, yes, but not the lone evil.
"You see there was another group, the 'Skoteinos Dimiourgimas'. They were, of course, Grecian wizards. As you must've noticed, the voices didn't sound human."
Hermione nodded, "Yes."
"They were scarcely ever seen. Of course the Death Eaters would come across the group every once in a while."
"How did Voldemort feel about the Skot-" Hermione stopped mid-sentence.
"The Skoteinos Dimiourgimas? When he was weak, he might've been threatened. But after the tri-wizard tournament, he gained full power. He had his followers back, and there was no threat from the Skoteinos Dimiourgimas."
"I see. So, you're saying that the next Dark Revolution is going to be from these- things?"
"There are so few of them left. Maybe ten or twenty of them. But, years ago, they were powerful. They were described as half man half-beast."
"You don't think that they were polyanimagi?"
"No, they weren't pureblood wizards."
"McGonagall isn't pureblood."
"McGonagall is only animagi. In order to transform into more than one type of creature, you must be a pureblood witch or wizard."
"I never knew."
"I told you, you can't learn everything from a book."
~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~
I'm sorry to end it there. I know. Is this getting ultra cheesy and terrible? I'm also thinking about making this story into a series. Yes/no? I think I'll start on another chapter.
I don't know Greek, so forgive me if this is wrong, but I believe it's right. Skoteinos means DARK. Dimiourgimas means CREATURES (so the group is called Dark Creatures). The language Kakoian comes from the Greek word Kako which means EVIL. In case you were wondering.
Anyone want to make me some fan art? I would love it to pieces! Or if you have some Ron/Hrm. pics you'll let me use, email me at jwcbp@hotmail.com, or visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/RonMione/ To post them. Thanks! Be on the lookout for a new chapter! Probably tomorrow (10-15-02)! I'm doing PDG on updates!
You guys want some more Ron in the next chapter?