Wow, another chapter! Yay! *does a dance* This story is getting even
farther! This hardly ever happens, soo...
K. D. Toling: *huggles you again* You wrote another reveiw and read more! *faints with happiness* Oh, and about Percy being more then he seems, I hope he his too! I personally think he is going to become a Death Eater but repent once they tell him to kill someone, and he will come back to the good side, like Snape. But that's just my little opinion about it, and nobody knows except J.K.!
Chapter 7
Percy tried to keep his breathing light and steady, like he was sleeping. He moved slightly, and his rusty bed creaked in protest. He was currently wearing the hospital robe a very air-headed young nurse had given to him, giggling in an annoying fashion. She had made him very uncomfortable, and when she told him that she had to watch him take a bath because he was on 24 hour surveillance for suicidal tendencies, he was even more embarrassed. Even though he had blushed and refused to take a bath after that, she had insisted and said it was the rule, bath before bed. Percy, usually very into rules, wasn't extremely pleased with that particular one. "Not today, just tell I'm off.off whatever you called it!" He had begged, but she had gotten Doctor Harrison to confirm the rule and he had had to take one. Now he really, really hated that nurse because not just because she watching him was a horrible invasion of privacy, but also he was hiding Neville's wand in his shirt and he didn't know how to continue to hide it. He had quickly thought and raced back to his bed, pretending to be escaping from the bathroom and a bath, and had quickly stuck the wand underneath his mattress. Now fifteen agonizing days later, he was lying half awake, past hope that he would ever get out of the Hospital, but still waiting with half a hope for some sort of distraction. Suddenly, Neville's mother had started to have a fit, screaming about torture in mostly undistinguishable shouts. The guards rushed to calm her, but everyone else woke up with the commotion. Neville's father was becoming very distressed, Percy wasn't sure if it was because of how his wife was acting now or some unknown reason. The former Auror began rambling and talking to someone only he could see about Voldemort, and muttering about his wife. Lockhart just sat up in the tangled sheets of his bed, staring at everyone in utter confusion. Once the guards had taken the screaming woman away, they had to deal with her husband, who was getting more and more agitated and crying out. He started shrinking back from some unknown terror supposedly in front of him, tears streaming down his face. He got up and stumbled away from what appeared to be the ugly pink wall, eyes staring wildly forward.
"Lestrange, you bastard! Stop-stop-ARG! No, no.stop hurting her! Noooo.sweethea-ahhhhhh!" He slumped to the ground shaking, and Percy realized to his great surprise that the man was still asleep. "No.I can't tell you! I won't, Crouch, I can't.Crouch? Why? Your father, Crouch.arggggg!"
One of the guards, a hardened looking man with an unreadable gaze, raced in from the seclusion room that the woman was in and dragged him out of the room, slamming the door behind him. At this, Percy bolted from his bed, the screams of the Longbottoms echoing behind him. It was now or never. His heart was pounding and he was shaking so badly when he stuttered, "Al- Aloha-Alohamora..." at the lock, the first two times the door wouldn't open. He tried again, now sure he had gotten the spell right, but the door still wouldn't budge. "Damn!" Percy swore louder then he intended, not sure if it was the wand or the lock. In a mindless panic he flung himself against the door, this was his only chance to get out of the hell he was living! The guards would be coming back soon.he was numb with a sort of blank terror. "Eserum! Genvinir! Palidrum!" he waved the wand at the door and the lock wildly, but except for lots of sparks, nothing happened. Fine. Just fine. Wonderful! I'll just break down the door! Anything! Breathing deeply, he tried to calm himself to think logically.
Someone said something behind him, and Percy jumped and whirled around, expected to see a very angry Guard with a stunning spell in hand. Lockhart blinked at him a few times, and then said, "Are we going for a walk?"
"No!" Percy growled, "We are not going for a walk!" He tried some other spells, helplessly.
"You could-" Lockhart began.
"Don't talk! I'm trying to think here!" Percy was very angry and Lockhart was not helping.
"But-"
"Just don't talk! Sit on you bed! Don't say anything!"
"Really, you really could-"
"WHAT?" Percy snarled as loudly as he thought he could safely.
Lockhart shrunk back at Percy's glare. "You-you could say Timblo?"
Percy stared at Lockhart, for a second not comprehending. "Timblo?"
"Yes. One time Jilly lost her key to get in, and so she shouted Timblo at it and it opened." Lockhart nodded knowledgably. "Do you want my autograph now?"
Percy ignored the autograph comment and, hands shaking, commanded: "Timlo! Timblo Timblo Timblo Tim-" The door swung silently open and Percy did a small controlled jig.
"Oh goody!" Lockhart said happily, "Now we can go to the candy shop like last time?"
"You aren't coming al-" Percy started, annoyance and relief in his voice, then relized that if Lockhart didn't come along, he might tell the nurses the Percy had escaped. That would lose him the time it took for them to search all the non-restricted areas in the Mental Hospital. This would mean they would be looking for him before he could get to a closet, hopefully full of extra doctors uniforms. Then he would be caught! If Lockhart went along, and Percy was dressed in robes that covered his features, he could pretend he was taking Lockhart for a walk because he was feeling edgy, and Lockhart would innocently back it up! "Gahh! Come on!" he grabbed Lockhart by the arm and raced down the hallway, toward freedom.
K. D. Toling: *huggles you again* You wrote another reveiw and read more! *faints with happiness* Oh, and about Percy being more then he seems, I hope he his too! I personally think he is going to become a Death Eater but repent once they tell him to kill someone, and he will come back to the good side, like Snape. But that's just my little opinion about it, and nobody knows except J.K.!
Chapter 7
Percy tried to keep his breathing light and steady, like he was sleeping. He moved slightly, and his rusty bed creaked in protest. He was currently wearing the hospital robe a very air-headed young nurse had given to him, giggling in an annoying fashion. She had made him very uncomfortable, and when she told him that she had to watch him take a bath because he was on 24 hour surveillance for suicidal tendencies, he was even more embarrassed. Even though he had blushed and refused to take a bath after that, she had insisted and said it was the rule, bath before bed. Percy, usually very into rules, wasn't extremely pleased with that particular one. "Not today, just tell I'm off.off whatever you called it!" He had begged, but she had gotten Doctor Harrison to confirm the rule and he had had to take one. Now he really, really hated that nurse because not just because she watching him was a horrible invasion of privacy, but also he was hiding Neville's wand in his shirt and he didn't know how to continue to hide it. He had quickly thought and raced back to his bed, pretending to be escaping from the bathroom and a bath, and had quickly stuck the wand underneath his mattress. Now fifteen agonizing days later, he was lying half awake, past hope that he would ever get out of the Hospital, but still waiting with half a hope for some sort of distraction. Suddenly, Neville's mother had started to have a fit, screaming about torture in mostly undistinguishable shouts. The guards rushed to calm her, but everyone else woke up with the commotion. Neville's father was becoming very distressed, Percy wasn't sure if it was because of how his wife was acting now or some unknown reason. The former Auror began rambling and talking to someone only he could see about Voldemort, and muttering about his wife. Lockhart just sat up in the tangled sheets of his bed, staring at everyone in utter confusion. Once the guards had taken the screaming woman away, they had to deal with her husband, who was getting more and more agitated and crying out. He started shrinking back from some unknown terror supposedly in front of him, tears streaming down his face. He got up and stumbled away from what appeared to be the ugly pink wall, eyes staring wildly forward.
"Lestrange, you bastard! Stop-stop-ARG! No, no.stop hurting her! Noooo.sweethea-ahhhhhh!" He slumped to the ground shaking, and Percy realized to his great surprise that the man was still asleep. "No.I can't tell you! I won't, Crouch, I can't.Crouch? Why? Your father, Crouch.arggggg!"
One of the guards, a hardened looking man with an unreadable gaze, raced in from the seclusion room that the woman was in and dragged him out of the room, slamming the door behind him. At this, Percy bolted from his bed, the screams of the Longbottoms echoing behind him. It was now or never. His heart was pounding and he was shaking so badly when he stuttered, "Al- Aloha-Alohamora..." at the lock, the first two times the door wouldn't open. He tried again, now sure he had gotten the spell right, but the door still wouldn't budge. "Damn!" Percy swore louder then he intended, not sure if it was the wand or the lock. In a mindless panic he flung himself against the door, this was his only chance to get out of the hell he was living! The guards would be coming back soon.he was numb with a sort of blank terror. "Eserum! Genvinir! Palidrum!" he waved the wand at the door and the lock wildly, but except for lots of sparks, nothing happened. Fine. Just fine. Wonderful! I'll just break down the door! Anything! Breathing deeply, he tried to calm himself to think logically.
Someone said something behind him, and Percy jumped and whirled around, expected to see a very angry Guard with a stunning spell in hand. Lockhart blinked at him a few times, and then said, "Are we going for a walk?"
"No!" Percy growled, "We are not going for a walk!" He tried some other spells, helplessly.
"You could-" Lockhart began.
"Don't talk! I'm trying to think here!" Percy was very angry and Lockhart was not helping.
"But-"
"Just don't talk! Sit on you bed! Don't say anything!"
"Really, you really could-"
"WHAT?" Percy snarled as loudly as he thought he could safely.
Lockhart shrunk back at Percy's glare. "You-you could say Timblo?"
Percy stared at Lockhart, for a second not comprehending. "Timblo?"
"Yes. One time Jilly lost her key to get in, and so she shouted Timblo at it and it opened." Lockhart nodded knowledgably. "Do you want my autograph now?"
Percy ignored the autograph comment and, hands shaking, commanded: "Timlo! Timblo Timblo Timblo Tim-" The door swung silently open and Percy did a small controlled jig.
"Oh goody!" Lockhart said happily, "Now we can go to the candy shop like last time?"
"You aren't coming al-" Percy started, annoyance and relief in his voice, then relized that if Lockhart didn't come along, he might tell the nurses the Percy had escaped. That would lose him the time it took for them to search all the non-restricted areas in the Mental Hospital. This would mean they would be looking for him before he could get to a closet, hopefully full of extra doctors uniforms. Then he would be caught! If Lockhart went along, and Percy was dressed in robes that covered his features, he could pretend he was taking Lockhart for a walk because he was feeling edgy, and Lockhart would innocently back it up! "Gahh! Come on!" he grabbed Lockhart by the arm and raced down the hallway, toward freedom.