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Chapter 17 (yay); Journey to Hogsmead. Or not.
Harry headed towards the one eyed witch, thinking that a bar of Honeydukes chocolate would cheer him up no end. He tapped the witch and said the word, and the humped statue moved. Harry smiled to himself, he didn't particularly care about his personal safety, but he was definitely going to tell the teachers about this corridor when he got back. He slid down the stone slope, landed with a thump at the bottom and pulled out his wand. He was just about to mutter 'lumos' when he heard a noise. Days, even weeks after, he didn't know what made him stop still. He wasn't even sure he had heard the noise. But he stopped and listened, feeling his skin begin to crawl in the damp. He pulled his the hood from his Hogwarts cloak up and over his head and shivered in the dark, listening intently. Far away in the gloom there was a patch of light, someone was holding their wand aloft and walking toward him, but they could not yet see him, as their was a slight bend in the tunnel. Harry hoped fervently that it was a student, but whispered the disillusionment spell any way, shivering even more as the creeping spell covered him.
He could hear footsteps now, and pressed himself back against the wall. The figure was fully visible now, black hooded and robed, stalking towards him warily. Harry clamped a hand over his mouth and stopped breathing. The figure passed with a whisper of air and Harry felt the cloak brush his feet.
He watched, blinking his watering eyes as the figure paused at the bottom of the stone slide, he saw a hand reach for something on the wall, and to his amazement, there was an echoing click and the slide turned into steps. Harry tried to stop making a noise, and clapped his hand over his mouth again. The figure climbed the stairs steadily, unaware he had a silent follower. Harry concentrated hard and held his cloak out of the way so as not to trip on the steps. The figure reached the top, whispered the password and Harry readied himself for a quick jump. The figure stepped out of the hole behind the witch and looked around warily. Harry dived low and fast, and hit the paved corridor a second before the witch slid back into place.
The figure stalked off towards the great hall and Harry followed silently, still with no clue as to the figures identity. He was fairly sure that whoever it was wasn't a teacher, because the walk was a quite distinctive gait. He wondered about the order then, it might be Kingsley, but Harry had only seen him once, and had not noticed is walk as anything unusual. Harry heard laughter echoing down the hall, and the figure sped up, Harry lengthening his stride to keep up.
Pansy Parkinson and one of her friends were giggling about something in the hall. They both looked up in amazement as the figure strode towards them,
"Who are-?" Pansy didn't finish. The black figure (AN: I'm getting tired of writing that!) had pulled out his wand and was pointing at her. He said something in a low. Deep voice that Harry couldn't catch. A bright green light careened out of the wand, and slammed into Pansy. Her friend screamed as she fell, and the figure (AN;!!) then did the same to her. Harry stared at the two unconscious girls, and felt his blood beginning to boil. Pansy might be a spoiled snit, have an annoying laugh, and Slytherin (AN: Spelling???), but she was a Hogwart's student, and that was enough for Harry. He was just about to step forward when the figure whirled around and pointed his wand straight at him. Harry froze, hoping against hope that the figure couldn't see him. "I know that there's someone there, I can smell your fear and anger." The voice hissed out from under the hood. Harry felt his skin crawl, he didn't recognise the voice, but it was evil to the core. The figure chuckled, "follow me all you want but you want get far."
Harry's blood began to boil, 'we'll see about that' he thought acidly, and stepped back wards a couple of paces, knowing the intruder would head back to the one eyed witch. He waited with baited breath, knowing the intruder would return to the exit ver, very soon.
He was right, the figure strolled down the corridor with two magical stretchers floating in front of him. Harry readied himself for yet another jump, and as soon as the witch slid sideways he leaped, and rolled, and rolled, and rolled and rolled until...
THUD!!!!
"Ow." He whispered, gripping his poor head, and scrambled to his feet, and ducked into a crack in the wall so that the two stretchers could pass without hitting him. He had enough bangs and knocks today.
It took about an hour to go through the tunnel, because the figure was moving so slowly and quietly. Harry got quite sick of walking quietly and his muscles were aching by the time the tunnel slopped upwards, and he knew that they were almost at the village of Hogsmead.
The figures went out the trap door ahead of him, and harry had to dive for it so that he could get through, and he actually almost hit one of the stretchers with the girls on them. There everything ended. He wasn't in Hogsmead. He was somewhere totally different. It was a great big field full of grass and flowers. And he stared around him in wonder. This was not the place he would expect a Death Eater to go, Death Eaters belonged in dungeons and holes, like Azkaban.
"Expeliarmus!!" the wizard knew he was there and his wand went flying out of his hand, and the figure caught it easily. The dark robed figure then waved his wand one more time and Harry felt a burning heat slam into his chest and send him flying. His last thought as his eyes closed was. 'How dumb can I get?'
AN; wat did u think? Did I spell Expeliarmus right? Tell me! I don't know whether anyone else noticed it, but Harry and Ron come back from Quidditch practice, talk to Hermione, and then Angelina calls them that they have more practice...maybe I shouldn't have said anything...ah shaddupa ya face ya silly neonlights.. (me) ^_^....
Chapter 17 (yay); Journey to Hogsmead. Or not.
Harry headed towards the one eyed witch, thinking that a bar of Honeydukes chocolate would cheer him up no end. He tapped the witch and said the word, and the humped statue moved. Harry smiled to himself, he didn't particularly care about his personal safety, but he was definitely going to tell the teachers about this corridor when he got back. He slid down the stone slope, landed with a thump at the bottom and pulled out his wand. He was just about to mutter 'lumos' when he heard a noise. Days, even weeks after, he didn't know what made him stop still. He wasn't even sure he had heard the noise. But he stopped and listened, feeling his skin begin to crawl in the damp. He pulled his the hood from his Hogwarts cloak up and over his head and shivered in the dark, listening intently. Far away in the gloom there was a patch of light, someone was holding their wand aloft and walking toward him, but they could not yet see him, as their was a slight bend in the tunnel. Harry hoped fervently that it was a student, but whispered the disillusionment spell any way, shivering even more as the creeping spell covered him.
He could hear footsteps now, and pressed himself back against the wall. The figure was fully visible now, black hooded and robed, stalking towards him warily. Harry clamped a hand over his mouth and stopped breathing. The figure passed with a whisper of air and Harry felt the cloak brush his feet.
He watched, blinking his watering eyes as the figure paused at the bottom of the stone slide, he saw a hand reach for something on the wall, and to his amazement, there was an echoing click and the slide turned into steps. Harry tried to stop making a noise, and clapped his hand over his mouth again. The figure climbed the stairs steadily, unaware he had a silent follower. Harry concentrated hard and held his cloak out of the way so as not to trip on the steps. The figure reached the top, whispered the password and Harry readied himself for a quick jump. The figure stepped out of the hole behind the witch and looked around warily. Harry dived low and fast, and hit the paved corridor a second before the witch slid back into place.
The figure stalked off towards the great hall and Harry followed silently, still with no clue as to the figures identity. He was fairly sure that whoever it was wasn't a teacher, because the walk was a quite distinctive gait. He wondered about the order then, it might be Kingsley, but Harry had only seen him once, and had not noticed is walk as anything unusual. Harry heard laughter echoing down the hall, and the figure sped up, Harry lengthening his stride to keep up.
Pansy Parkinson and one of her friends were giggling about something in the hall. They both looked up in amazement as the figure strode towards them,
"Who are-?" Pansy didn't finish. The black figure (AN: I'm getting tired of writing that!) had pulled out his wand and was pointing at her. He said something in a low. Deep voice that Harry couldn't catch. A bright green light careened out of the wand, and slammed into Pansy. Her friend screamed as she fell, and the figure (AN;!!) then did the same to her. Harry stared at the two unconscious girls, and felt his blood beginning to boil. Pansy might be a spoiled snit, have an annoying laugh, and Slytherin (AN: Spelling???), but she was a Hogwart's student, and that was enough for Harry. He was just about to step forward when the figure whirled around and pointed his wand straight at him. Harry froze, hoping against hope that the figure couldn't see him. "I know that there's someone there, I can smell your fear and anger." The voice hissed out from under the hood. Harry felt his skin crawl, he didn't recognise the voice, but it was evil to the core. The figure chuckled, "follow me all you want but you want get far."
Harry's blood began to boil, 'we'll see about that' he thought acidly, and stepped back wards a couple of paces, knowing the intruder would head back to the one eyed witch. He waited with baited breath, knowing the intruder would return to the exit ver, very soon.
He was right, the figure strolled down the corridor with two magical stretchers floating in front of him. Harry readied himself for yet another jump, and as soon as the witch slid sideways he leaped, and rolled, and rolled, and rolled and rolled until...
THUD!!!!
"Ow." He whispered, gripping his poor head, and scrambled to his feet, and ducked into a crack in the wall so that the two stretchers could pass without hitting him. He had enough bangs and knocks today.
It took about an hour to go through the tunnel, because the figure was moving so slowly and quietly. Harry got quite sick of walking quietly and his muscles were aching by the time the tunnel slopped upwards, and he knew that they were almost at the village of Hogsmead.
The figures went out the trap door ahead of him, and harry had to dive for it so that he could get through, and he actually almost hit one of the stretchers with the girls on them. There everything ended. He wasn't in Hogsmead. He was somewhere totally different. It was a great big field full of grass and flowers. And he stared around him in wonder. This was not the place he would expect a Death Eater to go, Death Eaters belonged in dungeons and holes, like Azkaban.
"Expeliarmus!!" the wizard knew he was there and his wand went flying out of his hand, and the figure caught it easily. The dark robed figure then waved his wand one more time and Harry felt a burning heat slam into his chest and send him flying. His last thought as his eyes closed was. 'How dumb can I get?'
AN; wat did u think? Did I spell Expeliarmus right? Tell me! I don't know whether anyone else noticed it, but Harry and Ron come back from Quidditch practice, talk to Hermione, and then Angelina calls them that they have more practice...maybe I shouldn't have said anything...ah shaddupa ya face ya silly neonlights.. (me) ^_^....