Shrine to Dreamtime
Disclaimer: *in old-woman-from-the-old-mother-country voice* I spit on plagiarism.kaput! You know that woman.J.K. Rowling. She is not me. She is not old woman from the old mother country. I spit on those to try to be her.kaput! (Classic Tyla line - Angel should identify with this disclaimer) *********************
Chapter 3: A Rush of Blood to the Head
"Ron, d-did you kill him?"
Nervous and slightly shaken, Hermione stepped passed a thoroughly shocked Ron to the still body of Draco Malfoy. She bent down and placed two fingers on the side of his neck feeling for a pulse. Sighing in relief as she felt the faint throb below the skin, Hermione rose and looked over at Ron.
"Oh great job, Ron! Haven't I told you that fighting never solves anything?"
Ron spluttered and she noticed that familiar disbelief and rage bubbling to the surface. "B-but I.I was defending..you."
"I am quite capable of defending myself, Ronald Weasley. Now close your mouth, you look like a fish, and help me get Malfoy into an empty compartment," she snapped.
"What?! I'm not picking up Ferret-Boy! He can just lie there! He deserves it anyhow."
But Hermione was not one to be argued with. "Ron. Pick him up." She said firmly accompanied by a glare reminiscent of Mrs. Weasley.
Grumbling to himself, Ron bent over and gathered the surprisingly lightweight boy in his arms.
"He better not get blood on my robes," he muttered and followed Hermione in search for an empty compartment.
At last, upon finding a deserted compartment at the very back of the train, Ron's arms were relieved of the silver-haired boy's weight. Hermione took out a handkerchief and starting dabbing at the vicious looking cut upon his forehead, and then forced Ron to sit opposite Malfoy and wait for him to wake up. Ron rolled his eyes but sat down anyway.
"You really did quite a number on him, Ron."
"Oh yeah," said Ron rolling his eyes, "Well, that's what I get for trying to help you. Blame the hero!" He paused. "The fact that he is our worst enemy and never refuses any opportunity to completely insult us counts for absolutely nothing, doesn't it?"
Hermione just responded in a glare and took out a book she had been carrying in her shoulder bag settling down for a long read while the train slowly began to move out of Platform 9¾, gather speed, and head for the rolling emerald hillsides of Britain. Ron stared at Draco for a while then gasped suddenly and dropped his head into his hands.
"Mione," he said softly, "where's Harry?"
Hermione sat there for a moment staring at her book, eyes unperceiving, before the realization of the situation hit her like a slap to the face.
"Oh my gosh. We totally forgot about Harry! Did you see him on the Platform at all?" Anxiety filled her voice.
"We looked in all the compartments, Mione. I didn't see him at all. Oh God! What if he got left behind? What if the barrier closed on him again or those stupid Muggles locked him up in his room again." Ron's voice echoed panic.
"Ok," breathed Hermione, "Let's think logically about what to do. I think the best thing would be to write to Dumbledore and tell him that Harry's not on the train. We can't do anything else right now. I just hope that Voldemort hasn't got hold of him or any thing of the sort." She was close to tears and frantic with worry.
"Don't say that." Ron said firmly, "and don't say the name," he hissed after.
Hermione took out a piece of parchment and a quill from her bag and began to write a note to the famous Headmaster. Ron prepared Pigwidgeon, all the while glaring darkly at the silver-haired boy, who was unfortunately still breathing regularly. He was most likely the cause of all their troubles.
Pig was thrust out the window and he bobbed up and down a few times in the slipstream of the train before taking off. Ron, who could not stand to look at Malfoy anymore, went off in search for food and the other fifth-year Gryffindor boys.
Hermione, however, ever the forgiving and dutiful one, sat across from Malfoy waiting for him to wake up perusing her brand new book, Muggles and Ancient Runes. She thought for a moment about Harry and the past summer. He had seemed all right on the train home from school; still strong and confident as ever; surprisingly strong considering all that he had been through. But Harry, although he had the tendency to wear his emotions on his face, had always been strong. So, what happened then? Why is he not here on the train enjoying Malfoy's humiliating situation? What force overpowered his strength and deprived him of the one thing he enjoyed the most: travelling back to Hogwarts, his home.
She hated to admit it, but it was true. Amidst the new discoveries and exciting times with the Weasleys, they had forgotten, no, she had forgotten about Harry. Hermione bit her lip fighting back tears of what they could have caused in their moments of forgetfulness. They had rarely written to Harry during the summer and he had rarely written back. What ever happened to loyalty and friendship? She sniffed and tilted her head back willing the tears to seep slowly back into her head.
Then a sudden movement caught her watery eye and Hermione glanced down just in time to see Draco Malfoy begin to thrash around violently as if in immense pain beyond his control. His mouth opened in a silent scream and his unseeing eyes sprang open as he fell off the compartment seat.
************************* Short chapter. Just wanna say thanks to all who reviewed and that tons more is still to come. So very sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, but I had to wait until my muse remembered that I existed. I spent all yesterday night and this evening writing up the next chapter, which will be much longer and will bring in more characters..I don't think I will post it for a little while yet as I want to see the reaction this chapter gets.
To Angel: See what I sacrificed for fanfiction! I should have been doing my Matrix reflection, but nooooooooo I decided to grace Angel with another chapter and the knowledge that I know the plot and she doesn't. So in fair retaliation, I am telling everybody to go and read Angel's story! It is called Firefly Darkness and her name is Saturnine! It's bloody good, despite everything she says, so go read! I promise if you don't like it, you can leave a review in my review box about how I should stop giving out advice. hehehe
By the way, I'm not a fan of adding new characters to the HP Crew, but I'm thinking of adding someone just for the sake of seeing Angel's reaction. Please tell me what you think, although you may be able to give me a more accurate opinion after you read the next chapter.
I lubba you all!
Disclaimer: *in old-woman-from-the-old-mother-country voice* I spit on plagiarism.kaput! You know that woman.J.K. Rowling. She is not me. She is not old woman from the old mother country. I spit on those to try to be her.kaput! (Classic Tyla line - Angel should identify with this disclaimer) *********************
Chapter 3: A Rush of Blood to the Head
"Ron, d-did you kill him?"
Nervous and slightly shaken, Hermione stepped passed a thoroughly shocked Ron to the still body of Draco Malfoy. She bent down and placed two fingers on the side of his neck feeling for a pulse. Sighing in relief as she felt the faint throb below the skin, Hermione rose and looked over at Ron.
"Oh great job, Ron! Haven't I told you that fighting never solves anything?"
Ron spluttered and she noticed that familiar disbelief and rage bubbling to the surface. "B-but I.I was defending..you."
"I am quite capable of defending myself, Ronald Weasley. Now close your mouth, you look like a fish, and help me get Malfoy into an empty compartment," she snapped.
"What?! I'm not picking up Ferret-Boy! He can just lie there! He deserves it anyhow."
But Hermione was not one to be argued with. "Ron. Pick him up." She said firmly accompanied by a glare reminiscent of Mrs. Weasley.
Grumbling to himself, Ron bent over and gathered the surprisingly lightweight boy in his arms.
"He better not get blood on my robes," he muttered and followed Hermione in search for an empty compartment.
At last, upon finding a deserted compartment at the very back of the train, Ron's arms were relieved of the silver-haired boy's weight. Hermione took out a handkerchief and starting dabbing at the vicious looking cut upon his forehead, and then forced Ron to sit opposite Malfoy and wait for him to wake up. Ron rolled his eyes but sat down anyway.
"You really did quite a number on him, Ron."
"Oh yeah," said Ron rolling his eyes, "Well, that's what I get for trying to help you. Blame the hero!" He paused. "The fact that he is our worst enemy and never refuses any opportunity to completely insult us counts for absolutely nothing, doesn't it?"
Hermione just responded in a glare and took out a book she had been carrying in her shoulder bag settling down for a long read while the train slowly began to move out of Platform 9¾, gather speed, and head for the rolling emerald hillsides of Britain. Ron stared at Draco for a while then gasped suddenly and dropped his head into his hands.
"Mione," he said softly, "where's Harry?"
Hermione sat there for a moment staring at her book, eyes unperceiving, before the realization of the situation hit her like a slap to the face.
"Oh my gosh. We totally forgot about Harry! Did you see him on the Platform at all?" Anxiety filled her voice.
"We looked in all the compartments, Mione. I didn't see him at all. Oh God! What if he got left behind? What if the barrier closed on him again or those stupid Muggles locked him up in his room again." Ron's voice echoed panic.
"Ok," breathed Hermione, "Let's think logically about what to do. I think the best thing would be to write to Dumbledore and tell him that Harry's not on the train. We can't do anything else right now. I just hope that Voldemort hasn't got hold of him or any thing of the sort." She was close to tears and frantic with worry.
"Don't say that." Ron said firmly, "and don't say the name," he hissed after.
Hermione took out a piece of parchment and a quill from her bag and began to write a note to the famous Headmaster. Ron prepared Pigwidgeon, all the while glaring darkly at the silver-haired boy, who was unfortunately still breathing regularly. He was most likely the cause of all their troubles.
Pig was thrust out the window and he bobbed up and down a few times in the slipstream of the train before taking off. Ron, who could not stand to look at Malfoy anymore, went off in search for food and the other fifth-year Gryffindor boys.
Hermione, however, ever the forgiving and dutiful one, sat across from Malfoy waiting for him to wake up perusing her brand new book, Muggles and Ancient Runes. She thought for a moment about Harry and the past summer. He had seemed all right on the train home from school; still strong and confident as ever; surprisingly strong considering all that he had been through. But Harry, although he had the tendency to wear his emotions on his face, had always been strong. So, what happened then? Why is he not here on the train enjoying Malfoy's humiliating situation? What force overpowered his strength and deprived him of the one thing he enjoyed the most: travelling back to Hogwarts, his home.
She hated to admit it, but it was true. Amidst the new discoveries and exciting times with the Weasleys, they had forgotten, no, she had forgotten about Harry. Hermione bit her lip fighting back tears of what they could have caused in their moments of forgetfulness. They had rarely written to Harry during the summer and he had rarely written back. What ever happened to loyalty and friendship? She sniffed and tilted her head back willing the tears to seep slowly back into her head.
Then a sudden movement caught her watery eye and Hermione glanced down just in time to see Draco Malfoy begin to thrash around violently as if in immense pain beyond his control. His mouth opened in a silent scream and his unseeing eyes sprang open as he fell off the compartment seat.
************************* Short chapter. Just wanna say thanks to all who reviewed and that tons more is still to come. So very sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, but I had to wait until my muse remembered that I existed. I spent all yesterday night and this evening writing up the next chapter, which will be much longer and will bring in more characters..I don't think I will post it for a little while yet as I want to see the reaction this chapter gets.
To Angel: See what I sacrificed for fanfiction! I should have been doing my Matrix reflection, but nooooooooo I decided to grace Angel with another chapter and the knowledge that I know the plot and she doesn't. So in fair retaliation, I am telling everybody to go and read Angel's story! It is called Firefly Darkness and her name is Saturnine! It's bloody good, despite everything she says, so go read! I promise if you don't like it, you can leave a review in my review box about how I should stop giving out advice. hehehe
By the way, I'm not a fan of adding new characters to the HP Crew, but I'm thinking of adding someone just for the sake of seeing Angel's reaction. Please tell me what you think, although you may be able to give me a more accurate opinion after you read the next chapter.
I lubba you all!