Chapter 13: Continuus (Connected together)
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Hermione suddenly felt a shot of pain in her arm. She fell to her knees in the middle of the empty corridor, breathing heavily. The pain was unbearable. Sweat was dripping from her head. This wasn't good. 'ARGH!' she screamed out as another flash of pain shot through her. She looked at her hand. The 'I' was glowing weakly, it seemed as if Harry wanted to contact her, but she couldn't hear him. Quickly, she grabbed the chair standing outside a classroom in the corridor for support while standing up.
'Hermione!!' as he screamed for the third time, his echo sounded through the whole room. This was hopeless, somehow, she couldn't hear him. The 'I' on his hand was glowing. His scar hurted, though he had got used to the pain. It only occured to him now, that his scar had been hurting ever since he entered this place,.. 'Damnit! DAMNIT!!' he screamed while giving one of the mirrors a kick.
Hermione got up, pushed the chair in a corner, so she could enter the classroom. It was empty, just as she expected it to be. There was a huge window with view over the garden in front of the school and the path leading to the school. Were they alright? Had Harry recieved her warning? She had used a very diffucult spell to send them the messege 'Consto, Discedo'. But had they realised that the messege was from her? She couldn't know. The gate Harry had been talking about, she remembered it from one of her spellbooks. A gate stands for protection, a source field perhaps, but in her opinion, the school was being protected from visitors. Most of the time, yellow gates stood for 'sfinx' gates; gates that try to lure the visitor into a trap. When she had remembered this, she immediatly tried to contact Harry, but somehow it hadn't worked. So she sent a spell to the gate, which who let her send a messege no long that two words, in Latin, though she had a feeling it was already too late.
Harry walked around the mirror room. He was getting irritated, seeing himself in every way he looked. It was mind messing, the fact he couldn't get out. There was no way out... there was not even a single sign of the way in...
Ron didn't hestitate but dove into the water when Harry didn't answer him again. The water, which was once warm, was cold as ice. He gasped for breath. The cold entered his whole body, making it impossible to breath properly. Impossible to swim... Ron couldn't scream, he couldn't scream for help; his body was being pulled to the bottem of the lake by slimy things. Slowely, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. He didn't feel how his body was pulled through the layer of eyes, into a room...
Harry raised his wand again. He had to try a spell, a charm,.. anything. Anything that would work. Before he pointed it and shouted, a voice in the back of his head told him it wasn't good. Mirrors reflect. Mirrors don't break at magical encounters. He lowered his wand and looked puzzled at his own expression.
Hermione turned away from the window. Where could they be? Was it as she expected, was it indeed too late? Had they been lured into a trap? There was one way to find out. She had to find Luna. And fast.
Hermione suddenly felt a shot of pain in her arm. She fell to her knees in the middle of the empty corridor, breathing heavily. The pain was unbearable. Sweat was dripping from her head. This wasn't good. 'ARGH!' she screamed out as another flash of pain shot through her. She looked at her hand. The 'I' was glowing weakly, it seemed as if Harry wanted to contact her, but she couldn't hear him. Quickly, she grabbed the chair standing outside a classroom in the corridor for support while standing up.
'Hermione!!' as he screamed for the third time, his echo sounded through the whole room. This was hopeless, somehow, she couldn't hear him. The 'I' on his hand was glowing. His scar hurted, though he had got used to the pain. It only occured to him now, that his scar had been hurting ever since he entered this place,.. 'Damnit! DAMNIT!!' he screamed while giving one of the mirrors a kick.
Hermione got up, pushed the chair in a corner, so she could enter the classroom. It was empty, just as she expected it to be. There was a huge window with view over the garden in front of the school and the path leading to the school. Were they alright? Had Harry recieved her warning? She had used a very diffucult spell to send them the messege 'Consto, Discedo'. But had they realised that the messege was from her? She couldn't know. The gate Harry had been talking about, she remembered it from one of her spellbooks. A gate stands for protection, a source field perhaps, but in her opinion, the school was being protected from visitors. Most of the time, yellow gates stood for 'sfinx' gates; gates that try to lure the visitor into a trap. When she had remembered this, she immediatly tried to contact Harry, but somehow it hadn't worked. So she sent a spell to the gate, which who let her send a messege no long that two words, in Latin, though she had a feeling it was already too late.
Harry walked around the mirror room. He was getting irritated, seeing himself in every way he looked. It was mind messing, the fact he couldn't get out. There was no way out... there was not even a single sign of the way in...
Ron didn't hestitate but dove into the water when Harry didn't answer him again. The water, which was once warm, was cold as ice. He gasped for breath. The cold entered his whole body, making it impossible to breath properly. Impossible to swim... Ron couldn't scream, he couldn't scream for help; his body was being pulled to the bottem of the lake by slimy things. Slowely, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. He didn't feel how his body was pulled through the layer of eyes, into a room...
Harry raised his wand again. He had to try a spell, a charm,.. anything. Anything that would work. Before he pointed it and shouted, a voice in the back of his head told him it wasn't good. Mirrors reflect. Mirrors don't break at magical encounters. He lowered his wand and looked puzzled at his own expression.
Hermione turned away from the window. Where could they be? Was it as she expected, was it indeed too late? Had they been lured into a trap? There was one way to find out. She had to find Luna. And fast.