Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor house marched up the moving stairs
back into their tower.
"Funny", mumbled Hermione. Harry looked in her direction, wondering what on
Earth could be funny at a time like this.
"What is, Herm?" he asked looking at the patterned floor and still dragging his feet.
"Oh, nothing. Just that Nearly Head-less Nick wasn't there and. well you know him. He's so nosey sometimes. I would have thought, you know, him having run of the school, that he would have found this out long before we did so"
Harry looked at her impatiently.
". So I thought it was unusual that he wasn't there"
The party came to the Gryffindor house painting. The fat lady looked at Percy and obeyed his password.
"Buttlildo flipendo" Like magic-, which it well, it was, the painting moved forward, revealing a passageway.
Once in the tower, Harry ran up the stairs quietly- not wanting to distract attention to himself. He jumped onto his four-poster bed and found himself. as usual. gazing out of his window and over the Hogwarts grounds. He briefly buried his head in his pillow before bolting over to his study table.
He grabbed the nearest quill and parchment and began to scrawl a note.
Dear Sirus.. It began.
Incase you didn't know, Voldermort escaped, he now has help. and no doubt his following. We're trapped in Hogwarts until he's caught.
Harry paused. he didn't exactly break the bad news that well. The letter wasn't that heartfelt either. He dropped his quill and sunk his head in his hands.
But with determination, he grabbed the quill again and scribbled a bit more down.
I'm fine, how are you? How's Buckbeak aswell? Are you two surviving ok?
Harry seemed lost for words. He was still in a major amount of shock.
. He couldn't of anything else much to say. He didn't want to put down what he really felt, incase he worried Sirus. But still, he decided to write part o his feelings.
Wish you were here,
Love Harry.
He whistled Hedwig over. She pushed a talon toward him and he slipped the note on her.
"Take care," he whispered as she flew off.
Limerick watched Harry Potter from his closet. She had to admit, the boy had potential. She could use a boy like him.
She moved slightly closer to feel something collide with her feet. It was Nick. She'd promised herself she move him at nightfall, trying any time before then could be horrendous.
Hermione entered Harry's room.. Followed by Ron who was guiltily staring in the floors direction. "Are you ok, Harry?" she demanded softly, but still with the obvious touch of urgency.
Harry looked kindly at her, "You don't have to walk over egg shells, you know. I am your friend" he aimed this towards Ron.
Limerick felt a plan coming on. She watched the group talking as she fished for something in her brown shoulder pouch. Sure enough, a tiny heart shaped fell into her hands. She grinned at them.
Being a sprite of about, 991 years, Limerick had learnt a few tricks. Her peers knew her as a jack-of-all-trades, with a speciality for causing trouble.
Harry stared back at Hermione, befuddled by her question,
"Of course I'm not worried! Why should I be?" he growled
"Well I only."
"Sticking your nose in AS USUAL, HERMIONE!" he spat as he ran out of the room to look for privacy elsewhere. Limerick saw her chance.
Hermione slumped onto Harry's bed. feeling utterly useless. Ron carefully sated next to her.
"He didn't mean it, Herm. He's just tensed up about everything. He'll calm down"
Hermione turned away from him to the window, "Shut up Ron"
Ron winced, I'll ignore that, he thought. He faced the window too. They sat side by side.
"It'll be alright," he cooed
"You just think this is one big joke don't you Ron Weas." she stopped hearing a door creak. Her heart jumped thinking it was Harry from behind. It was only the closet.
Limerick flattened her body on the floor quickly and rolled underneath the bed.
"I'm sorry, I don't think it's a joke. Honest"
Her eyes searched his for a moment but stopped when hers saw sincerity and worry in his.
"I know" she smiled. Ron happily put an arm around her. "There ya go," said cheerily feeling better that Hermione wasn't so blue anymore.
Under the bed, Limerick was listening in aswell as prepping her wand. She treated the end with her potion and pointed in at Ron first. She let the wand poke out.
"Is that? Harry's wand" inquired Ron dangerously going in for a closer look.
"Loveratus" whispered Limerick and the spell entangled itself to Ron. He looked up at Hermione and suddenly felt butterflies. He looked away from her blushing like Ginny every time she saw Harry.
"Ron?" said Hermione plainly. He just giggled.
She grabbed his body and flung him around.
"RON! look at me you." she screeched before being hit in the back by something herself.
Hermione suddenly rethought he words..
"You. you. YOU GORGEOUS THING YOU!" she launched herself on his lips, wrestled him to the floor and nearly sucked the life out of him. Not that he put up much of a fight to get her off him.
Harry gathered up his strength and opened the door. With his eyes closed he opened the door,
"Look Herms. before you kill me I just wanted to say." he gasped seeing the two-collapsed n the floor
"My EYE'S" he screamed before running out of the room.
He put his back against the bathroom door and breathed rapidly trying to make sense of what he had just seen. He had no such luck.
"What on Earth is going on here?!" he thought out loud.
"What is, Herm?" he asked looking at the patterned floor and still dragging his feet.
"Oh, nothing. Just that Nearly Head-less Nick wasn't there and. well you know him. He's so nosey sometimes. I would have thought, you know, him having run of the school, that he would have found this out long before we did so"
Harry looked at her impatiently.
". So I thought it was unusual that he wasn't there"
The party came to the Gryffindor house painting. The fat lady looked at Percy and obeyed his password.
"Buttlildo flipendo" Like magic-, which it well, it was, the painting moved forward, revealing a passageway.
Once in the tower, Harry ran up the stairs quietly- not wanting to distract attention to himself. He jumped onto his four-poster bed and found himself. as usual. gazing out of his window and over the Hogwarts grounds. He briefly buried his head in his pillow before bolting over to his study table.
He grabbed the nearest quill and parchment and began to scrawl a note.
Dear Sirus.. It began.
Incase you didn't know, Voldermort escaped, he now has help. and no doubt his following. We're trapped in Hogwarts until he's caught.
Harry paused. he didn't exactly break the bad news that well. The letter wasn't that heartfelt either. He dropped his quill and sunk his head in his hands.
But with determination, he grabbed the quill again and scribbled a bit more down.
I'm fine, how are you? How's Buckbeak aswell? Are you two surviving ok?
Harry seemed lost for words. He was still in a major amount of shock.
. He couldn't of anything else much to say. He didn't want to put down what he really felt, incase he worried Sirus. But still, he decided to write part o his feelings.
Wish you were here,
Love Harry.
He whistled Hedwig over. She pushed a talon toward him and he slipped the note on her.
"Take care," he whispered as she flew off.
Limerick watched Harry Potter from his closet. She had to admit, the boy had potential. She could use a boy like him.
She moved slightly closer to feel something collide with her feet. It was Nick. She'd promised herself she move him at nightfall, trying any time before then could be horrendous.
Hermione entered Harry's room.. Followed by Ron who was guiltily staring in the floors direction. "Are you ok, Harry?" she demanded softly, but still with the obvious touch of urgency.
Harry looked kindly at her, "You don't have to walk over egg shells, you know. I am your friend" he aimed this towards Ron.
Limerick felt a plan coming on. She watched the group talking as she fished for something in her brown shoulder pouch. Sure enough, a tiny heart shaped fell into her hands. She grinned at them.
Being a sprite of about, 991 years, Limerick had learnt a few tricks. Her peers knew her as a jack-of-all-trades, with a speciality for causing trouble.
Harry stared back at Hermione, befuddled by her question,
"Of course I'm not worried! Why should I be?" he growled
"Well I only."
"Sticking your nose in AS USUAL, HERMIONE!" he spat as he ran out of the room to look for privacy elsewhere. Limerick saw her chance.
Hermione slumped onto Harry's bed. feeling utterly useless. Ron carefully sated next to her.
"He didn't mean it, Herm. He's just tensed up about everything. He'll calm down"
Hermione turned away from him to the window, "Shut up Ron"
Ron winced, I'll ignore that, he thought. He faced the window too. They sat side by side.
"It'll be alright," he cooed
"You just think this is one big joke don't you Ron Weas." she stopped hearing a door creak. Her heart jumped thinking it was Harry from behind. It was only the closet.
Limerick flattened her body on the floor quickly and rolled underneath the bed.
"I'm sorry, I don't think it's a joke. Honest"
Her eyes searched his for a moment but stopped when hers saw sincerity and worry in his.
"I know" she smiled. Ron happily put an arm around her. "There ya go," said cheerily feeling better that Hermione wasn't so blue anymore.
Under the bed, Limerick was listening in aswell as prepping her wand. She treated the end with her potion and pointed in at Ron first. She let the wand poke out.
"Is that? Harry's wand" inquired Ron dangerously going in for a closer look.
"Loveratus" whispered Limerick and the spell entangled itself to Ron. He looked up at Hermione and suddenly felt butterflies. He looked away from her blushing like Ginny every time she saw Harry.
"Ron?" said Hermione plainly. He just giggled.
She grabbed his body and flung him around.
"RON! look at me you." she screeched before being hit in the back by something herself.
Hermione suddenly rethought he words..
"You. you. YOU GORGEOUS THING YOU!" she launched herself on his lips, wrestled him to the floor and nearly sucked the life out of him. Not that he put up much of a fight to get her off him.
Harry gathered up his strength and opened the door. With his eyes closed he opened the door,
"Look Herms. before you kill me I just wanted to say." he gasped seeing the two-collapsed n the floor
"My EYE'S" he screamed before running out of the room.
He put his back against the bathroom door and breathed rapidly trying to make sense of what he had just seen. He had no such luck.
"What on Earth is going on here?!" he thought out loud.