Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- Chapter 21
Harry, Ron and Hermione shared a carriage with Dean and Neville as they left for Hogsmeade. Dean was sick with the 'flu so had to stay in the Infirmary. Hermione was staring out the window at the stormy sky, Ron was studying the floor and Harry was boring a hole into the spot to the left of Neville's ear. Neville and Seamus were talking about what they were going to get from Zonko's, they exams they had just finished and Quidditch. The two fell silent as they realised that Ron, Harry and Hermione weren't in the mood to talk.
They arrived at Hogsmeade soon after. Harry felt he wasn't actually living the trip. He was floating, on a cloud, in a sort of dream. His own world. He couldn't seem to land. There was nothing real about the trip. Ron was vaguely talking about some recipe book his mum had been asking for and Hermione was absently checking the price tag of a misty globe that apparently showed favourite past memories of the owner. Harry couldn't seem to focus. Not after what had happened last night. He knew that's why his friends were being so quiet as well. They had found him about to leave the Gryffindor Tower again. He had been halfway out of the hole, following the orb, when Ron and Hermione caught him. They hadn't seen the orb. I had disappeared the minute Harry had snapped out of his reverie.
Harry suddenly crashed down to earth when the second scream echoed off the walls of Zonko's. He blinked twice and his world came crashing down around him and was replaced by his regular world. Reality was at hand.
There was another scream, then another and another. Cries and screams filled the air. Harry saw people running in all directions. They were all frantically trying to get away from something. Most people had their wands drawn. Harry saw students milling around everywhere. He scanned the outside perimeter of the shop and noticed a group of black things up the street. Harry's stomach sank and he whirled around. People were pushing past him to get out of the store. Harry desperately hunted for Ron and Hermione, but couldn't see them anywhere. He called their names, but his hoarse voice, dimmed by fear and desperation, was lost in the sea of voices. Harry felt someone push him roughly to the side and Harry fell to the ground. He had lost Remus and Sirius too, who had been there as guardians for Harry.
Harry quickly rolled out of the way of the feet and heard a noise. He pushed himself to his feet and pressed up against the store window, scanning the crowed. He saw Seamus, his face pale and drawn, frantically trying to get through. Harry lunged into the crowed, trying to get to Seamus. He grabbed his arm and pulled the nervous boy to the side.
"Seamus, what's going on?" Harry panted. Seamus looked relieved to see that it was Harry who had grabbed him.
"Death Eaters, Harry. Death Eaters and Dementors. We have to get away, come on!" Seamus pulled Harry's arm but Harry pulled back and told Seamus to get away from danger. Seamus hesitated a moment, but a sudden flash of light in the air made him turn and follow the group of people. Harry looked to the right, then to the left. He couldn't see Remus, Snuffles, or Ron and Hermione anywhere. He felt sick. A voice in the back of his head told him that Remus had probably taken his friends to safety, but something else told him to make sure. Harry heard someone call his name. Turning hopefully he was disappointed and panicked to see Professor McGonagall running over to him to get him away. Harry hesitated only a second before launching himself into the crowd again. This time, though, he headed towards the danger.
"Harry! Harry Potter!" He could hear McGonagall screaming his name and knew he only had a few minutes before she got the other supervisors and came after him. If it wasn't too late. The whole time Harry pushed through the thinning crowd to the danger, his mind was telling him that it was a mistake; that Ron and Hermione were safe; that he was being stupid; that he was unnecessarily putting himself in danger; that he was letting those who were trying to protect him, down. But still he pushed on. He was dimly aware that he had drawn his wand at some point, but where he couldn't remember. His only thought was on his best friends.
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Yeah, yeah short chapter. But it's not like anyone is actually reading it. I guess I'm only continuing this story because I've started it and I can't not continue. I also have this feeling that I must finish it before the fifth book comes out, (of course) and that I have to actually finish it, I can't just leave it unfinished or delete it. sigh. why I bother, I don't know.
Harry, Ron and Hermione shared a carriage with Dean and Neville as they left for Hogsmeade. Dean was sick with the 'flu so had to stay in the Infirmary. Hermione was staring out the window at the stormy sky, Ron was studying the floor and Harry was boring a hole into the spot to the left of Neville's ear. Neville and Seamus were talking about what they were going to get from Zonko's, they exams they had just finished and Quidditch. The two fell silent as they realised that Ron, Harry and Hermione weren't in the mood to talk.
They arrived at Hogsmeade soon after. Harry felt he wasn't actually living the trip. He was floating, on a cloud, in a sort of dream. His own world. He couldn't seem to land. There was nothing real about the trip. Ron was vaguely talking about some recipe book his mum had been asking for and Hermione was absently checking the price tag of a misty globe that apparently showed favourite past memories of the owner. Harry couldn't seem to focus. Not after what had happened last night. He knew that's why his friends were being so quiet as well. They had found him about to leave the Gryffindor Tower again. He had been halfway out of the hole, following the orb, when Ron and Hermione caught him. They hadn't seen the orb. I had disappeared the minute Harry had snapped out of his reverie.
Harry suddenly crashed down to earth when the second scream echoed off the walls of Zonko's. He blinked twice and his world came crashing down around him and was replaced by his regular world. Reality was at hand.
There was another scream, then another and another. Cries and screams filled the air. Harry saw people running in all directions. They were all frantically trying to get away from something. Most people had their wands drawn. Harry saw students milling around everywhere. He scanned the outside perimeter of the shop and noticed a group of black things up the street. Harry's stomach sank and he whirled around. People were pushing past him to get out of the store. Harry desperately hunted for Ron and Hermione, but couldn't see them anywhere. He called their names, but his hoarse voice, dimmed by fear and desperation, was lost in the sea of voices. Harry felt someone push him roughly to the side and Harry fell to the ground. He had lost Remus and Sirius too, who had been there as guardians for Harry.
Harry quickly rolled out of the way of the feet and heard a noise. He pushed himself to his feet and pressed up against the store window, scanning the crowed. He saw Seamus, his face pale and drawn, frantically trying to get through. Harry lunged into the crowed, trying to get to Seamus. He grabbed his arm and pulled the nervous boy to the side.
"Seamus, what's going on?" Harry panted. Seamus looked relieved to see that it was Harry who had grabbed him.
"Death Eaters, Harry. Death Eaters and Dementors. We have to get away, come on!" Seamus pulled Harry's arm but Harry pulled back and told Seamus to get away from danger. Seamus hesitated a moment, but a sudden flash of light in the air made him turn and follow the group of people. Harry looked to the right, then to the left. He couldn't see Remus, Snuffles, or Ron and Hermione anywhere. He felt sick. A voice in the back of his head told him that Remus had probably taken his friends to safety, but something else told him to make sure. Harry heard someone call his name. Turning hopefully he was disappointed and panicked to see Professor McGonagall running over to him to get him away. Harry hesitated only a second before launching himself into the crowd again. This time, though, he headed towards the danger.
"Harry! Harry Potter!" He could hear McGonagall screaming his name and knew he only had a few minutes before she got the other supervisors and came after him. If it wasn't too late. The whole time Harry pushed through the thinning crowd to the danger, his mind was telling him that it was a mistake; that Ron and Hermione were safe; that he was being stupid; that he was unnecessarily putting himself in danger; that he was letting those who were trying to protect him, down. But still he pushed on. He was dimly aware that he had drawn his wand at some point, but where he couldn't remember. His only thought was on his best friends.
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Yeah, yeah short chapter. But it's not like anyone is actually reading it. I guess I'm only continuing this story because I've started it and I can't not continue. I also have this feeling that I must finish it before the fifth book comes out, (of course) and that I have to actually finish it, I can't just leave it unfinished or delete it. sigh. why I bother, I don't know.