Chapter 9-
They were the firsts down in the lonely dungeons that afternoon, for the exception of Ellie. No one knew where she had gotten off too, but no one really noticed as they were too anxious about the new potions teacher. Ron sat down next to Harry.
"I bet its Lupin...or I hope it is" Harry nodded.
The door opened and Malfoy entered, tagging behind him was a very happy Angel. Her smile gave Ron an uneasy feeling, but he ignored it. She whispered something to Malfoy that made him laugh, and she smiled. Her smile made Ron cringe, so he decided to look over at Hermione, who was sitting next to him.
"Who do you think it is...Mioney?" Hermione was looking through her notebooks frantically.
"I...I..." She had a terrified look on her face as if someone had died.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Ron looked at her worriedly, something had to have gone wrong, but he had been with her all day and noticed nothing.
Harry looked over, realizing something was wrong as well.
"I...I can't find my potions essay!" Hermione said, grabbing her potions parchment and searching through it.
Ron glared at her, "I thought something terribly wrong had happened!!"
Hermione sent back the same glare, "you don't think this is terrible!"
He laughed and pulled out her essay from his book. "I was um....checking it over...."
He smiled fakely and she grabbed it from him. "RONALD WEAS-"
Just then the door swung open and all eyes landed quickly moved toward it.
A tall red haired girl stood in the doorway. "Sorry I'm late professor....or not?"
She smiled and moved toward Ron and Hermione laughing with each step. Hermione stood, looking up at the girl, her blue eyes shown. "Hi...you must be...?" Hermione staggered.
"I'm Alex!" Alex said, looked down at her. "Your Hermione right? Ellie has told me all about ya'll!" She laughed and looked down at the rest of them.
"You must be Ron...she said you had red hair like me...its always good to know there someone like me...she said you were tall to, but not compared to me." She laughed again and Ron noticed how tall she really was.
"Nice to meet you Alex." He watched her nod and move to Harry.
"Oh! And of course the famous Harry potter!" she laughed as she said it and shook his hand.
The rest of the room seemed disappointed and returned to their original conversations. Moments passed and the four enjoyed a nice conversation when the door opened again, all eyes moved towards the door once more hoping for an answer to whom the teacher was, and the eyes widened when they saw who was at the door.
Dumbledore stood at the door and Ron looked over at Malfoy. It had become a habit of his, but as his glance moved over to Malfoy his stare landed on Angel who was smiling uncontrollably. He shook his head and returned his glance to Dumbledore, who was looking rather out of breath.
"All of u please report to your dorms, classes for the afternoon have been cancelled."
There was a groan from the class and a shuffle of books.
"That's strange?" Ron said, looking again at Angel, who was still smiling.
"Just a bit" Hermione said, looking at Angel as well.
They walked up the stairs to the hall; Ron could hear malfoy and angel talking:
"Angel my darling how are you?" (Ron laughed softly)
"Wonderful, I just can't wait till they find her! It's going to be great! I hope my sister is the first to know! That filthy trader!"
By that time the two had walked off and Ron missed the rest of the conversation. As he walked he started thinking, his mind off somewhere else he walked right into a puddle. He had no idea where he was since he wasn't watching where he was going and looked down to a red puddle.
"EW!" he screeched, backing up.
But is seemed the substance was everywhere. It seemed cold and unwelcoming where he was. The walls seemed closer together and more enclosed.
"Harry?" Ron's voice rang out through the empty halls. Silence scared him; it was the quiet that got to him, like it does most people. He stood there, standing, alone, not knowing what to do next.
He looked down at the red liquid below him. A puddle of red, think liquid. He didn't want to guess what it was, though in the back of his mind he knew it was had to be blood. He started walking down the hall. The only sound was his shoes echoing off the walls. The hall was long and narrow and along floor he saw to rows of red puddles.
That's when he remembered what Angel had said: "wonderful, I just can't wait till they find her! It's going to be great! I hope my sister is the first to know! That filthy trader!"
That's when he started to get worried, and his pace quickened. The hallways never seemed to end but the puddles started getting larger and more abundant. Then he heard it. A loud and breathless scream, then a silence. He started to run, and everything blurred in front of him. His books dropped from his sweaty hands and landed in a puddle of blood, splashing on his pant leg. He couldn't feel it, that cold feeling against his leg. His mind was fixed on finding it, the source of the scream. Time was a blur, he didn't know wow long it had been since he had hear the scream, which kept replying in his mind, and he just kept running. Then it stopped. It all just stopped. He lost sense of everything, and staggered toward the wall, where he slipped down onto the floor into a lifeless puddle, just like the still puddles surrounding him.
They were the firsts down in the lonely dungeons that afternoon, for the exception of Ellie. No one knew where she had gotten off too, but no one really noticed as they were too anxious about the new potions teacher. Ron sat down next to Harry.
"I bet its Lupin...or I hope it is" Harry nodded.
The door opened and Malfoy entered, tagging behind him was a very happy Angel. Her smile gave Ron an uneasy feeling, but he ignored it. She whispered something to Malfoy that made him laugh, and she smiled. Her smile made Ron cringe, so he decided to look over at Hermione, who was sitting next to him.
"Who do you think it is...Mioney?" Hermione was looking through her notebooks frantically.
"I...I..." She had a terrified look on her face as if someone had died.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Ron looked at her worriedly, something had to have gone wrong, but he had been with her all day and noticed nothing.
Harry looked over, realizing something was wrong as well.
"I...I can't find my potions essay!" Hermione said, grabbing her potions parchment and searching through it.
Ron glared at her, "I thought something terribly wrong had happened!!"
Hermione sent back the same glare, "you don't think this is terrible!"
He laughed and pulled out her essay from his book. "I was um....checking it over...."
He smiled fakely and she grabbed it from him. "RONALD WEAS-"
Just then the door swung open and all eyes landed quickly moved toward it.
A tall red haired girl stood in the doorway. "Sorry I'm late professor....or not?"
She smiled and moved toward Ron and Hermione laughing with each step. Hermione stood, looking up at the girl, her blue eyes shown. "Hi...you must be...?" Hermione staggered.
"I'm Alex!" Alex said, looked down at her. "Your Hermione right? Ellie has told me all about ya'll!" She laughed and looked down at the rest of them.
"You must be Ron...she said you had red hair like me...its always good to know there someone like me...she said you were tall to, but not compared to me." She laughed again and Ron noticed how tall she really was.
"Nice to meet you Alex." He watched her nod and move to Harry.
"Oh! And of course the famous Harry potter!" she laughed as she said it and shook his hand.
The rest of the room seemed disappointed and returned to their original conversations. Moments passed and the four enjoyed a nice conversation when the door opened again, all eyes moved towards the door once more hoping for an answer to whom the teacher was, and the eyes widened when they saw who was at the door.
Dumbledore stood at the door and Ron looked over at Malfoy. It had become a habit of his, but as his glance moved over to Malfoy his stare landed on Angel who was smiling uncontrollably. He shook his head and returned his glance to Dumbledore, who was looking rather out of breath.
"All of u please report to your dorms, classes for the afternoon have been cancelled."
There was a groan from the class and a shuffle of books.
"That's strange?" Ron said, looking again at Angel, who was still smiling.
"Just a bit" Hermione said, looking at Angel as well.
They walked up the stairs to the hall; Ron could hear malfoy and angel talking:
"Angel my darling how are you?" (Ron laughed softly)
"Wonderful, I just can't wait till they find her! It's going to be great! I hope my sister is the first to know! That filthy trader!"
By that time the two had walked off and Ron missed the rest of the conversation. As he walked he started thinking, his mind off somewhere else he walked right into a puddle. He had no idea where he was since he wasn't watching where he was going and looked down to a red puddle.
"EW!" he screeched, backing up.
But is seemed the substance was everywhere. It seemed cold and unwelcoming where he was. The walls seemed closer together and more enclosed.
"Harry?" Ron's voice rang out through the empty halls. Silence scared him; it was the quiet that got to him, like it does most people. He stood there, standing, alone, not knowing what to do next.
He looked down at the red liquid below him. A puddle of red, think liquid. He didn't want to guess what it was, though in the back of his mind he knew it was had to be blood. He started walking down the hall. The only sound was his shoes echoing off the walls. The hall was long and narrow and along floor he saw to rows of red puddles.
That's when he remembered what Angel had said: "wonderful, I just can't wait till they find her! It's going to be great! I hope my sister is the first to know! That filthy trader!"
That's when he started to get worried, and his pace quickened. The hallways never seemed to end but the puddles started getting larger and more abundant. Then he heard it. A loud and breathless scream, then a silence. He started to run, and everything blurred in front of him. His books dropped from his sweaty hands and landed in a puddle of blood, splashing on his pant leg. He couldn't feel it, that cold feeling against his leg. His mind was fixed on finding it, the source of the scream. Time was a blur, he didn't know wow long it had been since he had hear the scream, which kept replying in his mind, and he just kept running. Then it stopped. It all just stopped. He lost sense of everything, and staggered toward the wall, where he slipped down onto the floor into a lifeless puddle, just like the still puddles surrounding him.