Chapter 12: Incoho (Start)
Plz, keep reviewing! Oh sorry if I don't update everyday anymore, school's
wearing me out so I decided to update two chapters (this one and chapter
11) today. But I'm updating 3 times a week FOR SURE! And I'm making the
chapters more adventurous. If that is the right way to write it. Sorry for
my bad english sometimes.
Harry walked over to the lake, kneeling down in front of it. 'It's not cold,..' Harry stated after he put his hand in it. Ron shrugged. 'It doesn't matter, we still need to swim,..' Harry stood up. 'It's not that far,... and we can dry ourselves after it,..' He took a deep breath and dove into the water. Ron hestitated for a moment, but than dove in too.
The water was indeed warm. It was too warm for this season of the year. Both of them made it slowely through the water. Suddenly Harry realised he still had his wand in his pocket and that it might fall out. He grabbed for the pocket in his robe,... but it was empty. 'Ron! Ron I lost my wand in the water, you swim on, I'll dive for it, okay?' he shouted to Ron, who was a few feet in front of him. 'Okay, be quick!' Ron replied.
Harry looked over his shoulder to be sure his wand didn't float around somewhere. It didn't. Which was strange, because wood usually floated... he shook his head at the thought he was slowing down and dove down into the water. He opened his eyes under water, seeing the diamonds shine and glitter, almost blinding him. He looked around for his wand but before he could spot it, he ran out of breath and hurried up to the surface to take a deep breath. Once again he took a dive. This time, he had more succes; his wand was right beneath him, stuck between two rocks. He kicked with his feet to gain speed. He reached for his wand, he almost got it, he was nearly there,...
...Harry narrowed his eyes and almost gasped (but remembered himself he was under water) when he saw what the things he assumed as diamonds actually were,...
eyes.
The whole bottem of the lake was filled with eyes. Hundreds, maybe thousand of them. All deep blue and staring at him. Not blinking. Staring. Harry felt his stomach ache. He had to get out of here. Now. Immediatly. He closed his eyes to avoid the awefull sight and reached for his wand again. But instead, he grabbed something different, something slimy that wrapped around his arms. He opened his eyes in shock when he felt how the slimy thing pulled him to the ground. To the eyes. He could not breath. He needed air. He needed to get away. But he couldn't. Before he knew it, he was pulled through the bottem. Through the layer of eyes. He screamed, but he didn't hear it. There was nothing but silence.
And then he opened his eyes. He was alive. He looked around. He wasn't in the water anymore. he was in a room full of mirrors. There wasn't a wall that was without mirrors. Even the floor and the ceiling, which he had been pulled through, everything was covered with mirrors. In the mirror right across him, he could see he was holding his wand. He let out a sigh of relief, though he felt pretty lost. Ron wasn't around, he was still,.. one layer up. Harry got up, pointing his wand in front of him. He noticed there were only walls, ceiling and flour,.. not doors,.. no windows,..
'Harry!?' Ron stood on the edge of the path, looking over the water. 'HARRY!' he shouted. But there was no Harry. No one answered.
Harry panicked. No way out. No way out,... he rubbed his thumb three times over the 'I' on his hand. "please" he thought, "Please let Hermione help me,..."
Harry walked over to the lake, kneeling down in front of it. 'It's not cold,..' Harry stated after he put his hand in it. Ron shrugged. 'It doesn't matter, we still need to swim,..' Harry stood up. 'It's not that far,... and we can dry ourselves after it,..' He took a deep breath and dove into the water. Ron hestitated for a moment, but than dove in too.
The water was indeed warm. It was too warm for this season of the year. Both of them made it slowely through the water. Suddenly Harry realised he still had his wand in his pocket and that it might fall out. He grabbed for the pocket in his robe,... but it was empty. 'Ron! Ron I lost my wand in the water, you swim on, I'll dive for it, okay?' he shouted to Ron, who was a few feet in front of him. 'Okay, be quick!' Ron replied.
Harry looked over his shoulder to be sure his wand didn't float around somewhere. It didn't. Which was strange, because wood usually floated... he shook his head at the thought he was slowing down and dove down into the water. He opened his eyes under water, seeing the diamonds shine and glitter, almost blinding him. He looked around for his wand but before he could spot it, he ran out of breath and hurried up to the surface to take a deep breath. Once again he took a dive. This time, he had more succes; his wand was right beneath him, stuck between two rocks. He kicked with his feet to gain speed. He reached for his wand, he almost got it, he was nearly there,...
...Harry narrowed his eyes and almost gasped (but remembered himself he was under water) when he saw what the things he assumed as diamonds actually were,...
eyes.
The whole bottem of the lake was filled with eyes. Hundreds, maybe thousand of them. All deep blue and staring at him. Not blinking. Staring. Harry felt his stomach ache. He had to get out of here. Now. Immediatly. He closed his eyes to avoid the awefull sight and reached for his wand again. But instead, he grabbed something different, something slimy that wrapped around his arms. He opened his eyes in shock when he felt how the slimy thing pulled him to the ground. To the eyes. He could not breath. He needed air. He needed to get away. But he couldn't. Before he knew it, he was pulled through the bottem. Through the layer of eyes. He screamed, but he didn't hear it. There was nothing but silence.
And then he opened his eyes. He was alive. He looked around. He wasn't in the water anymore. he was in a room full of mirrors. There wasn't a wall that was without mirrors. Even the floor and the ceiling, which he had been pulled through, everything was covered with mirrors. In the mirror right across him, he could see he was holding his wand. He let out a sigh of relief, though he felt pretty lost. Ron wasn't around, he was still,.. one layer up. Harry got up, pointing his wand in front of him. He noticed there were only walls, ceiling and flour,.. not doors,.. no windows,..
'Harry!?' Ron stood on the edge of the path, looking over the water. 'HARRY!' he shouted. But there was no Harry. No one answered.
Harry panicked. No way out. No way out,... he rubbed his thumb three times over the 'I' on his hand. "please" he thought, "Please let Hermione help me,..."