Bring Me To Life
~* Hey everyone, sorry I haven't gotten around to checking my reviews, and sorry that I haven't posted these chapters sooner, but I'm not allowed on the net until Sunday. Anyway, I'll get to writing the chapter. *~
Chapter 10 ~ Two Ingredients More
Hermione was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room on that Saturday afternoon, after a game of Quidditch, looking at the two Grindylows that were caged in the corner. Gryffindors had thought that Harry, Hermione and Ron had gotten the Grindylows for Defence Against The Dark Arts or something like that. Personally, Hermione thought that the less they knew the better. After all, one of them had to die before the end of the year. Just the thought was enough to make hairs on the back of Hermione's neck stand up.
She was thinking about the ingredients of the potion, by this time, Hermione had them memorised, naturally. . . She thought about which ones would be easiest to get, before they had to go out of Hogwarts to remote places all over the country to find these wacky ingredients.
Harry and Ron had been gone for a while. Harry had said that they wouldn't be long, but already, two hours had passed. Hermione wondered what they were doing. In the meantime, she mapped out the potion ingredients in her head (it wasn't safe to put it down on parchment). Hermione could see four ingredients that would be quite simple to receive; 1 Pure Golden Cauldron, 1 Armadillo Bile, 2 Wolfsbane Branches, and 1 drop of Blood from a True Gryffindor. The drop of blood from a true Gryffindor would have to wait of corse. There was no point in getting a drop of blood from someone and putting it in a jar or something, until the time came to use it.
Hermione knew very well that Professor Snape kept Pure Golden Cauldrons for his seventh year advanced Potion classes, as she was planning on taking advanced Potions herself in seventh year. She would simply borrow Harry's Invisibility Cloak, sneak into Snape's office, and borrow a Pure Golden Cauldron.
The Armadillo Bile would also be quite simple, as Snape kept them in his personal stores. Armadillo Biles were actually accessible by 6th years, so Hermione could sneak one out of a Potions lesson. The same went with the Wolfsbane Branches.
Hermione, quite pleased with herself, decided to get these ingredients in Potions on Monday.
It was at that very moment, that Hermione heard the Portrait of the Fat Lady swing open, and Ron and Harry burst in. they were both red faced, and looking quite out of breath. The two troublesome boys collapsed down into an armchair each. The Common Room was empty, except for Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lavender and Parvati, of whom were on the other side of the Common Room, and not at all interested in the other three Gryffindors.
Hermione got up from her seat, and sat down next to Harry, in the other arm chair that was near the Gryffindor Fireplace.
'You two sure took your time.' Hermione said impatiently.
'Sorry - Hermione,' Ron said between large breaths. Harry, who was used to running more so than Ron, had gotten his breath back.
'We were chased, by Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins.' Harry said simply. 'We had to hide, and when we thought the coast was clear, Malfoy pounced on us, and we only just got out of there in time.' Harry finished dramatically. Ron had gotten his breath back.
'But while we were out, we managed to find some valuable information on the Hairy MacBoons.' Ron said proudly.
'Hairy MacWhats?' Hermione asked shrilly. 'Oh, you mean Quintapeds? Would you use their formal name Ron? "Hairy MacBoon" is so improper.'
'Sorry your majesty.' Ron said.
'Anyway, what did you find out?' Hermione asked, changing the subject.
'They like to eat humans.' Ron said.
'They're small, round, and have five legs which each end in a clubfoot.' Harry said. 'They're also covered in thick, reddish-brown hair.'
'Interesting, I think I remember reading about the Quintapeds somewhere -' Hermione began, but was cut off by Ron.
'They live on the Isle of Drear.'
'We already knew that Ron.' Harry said rudely. Ron pouted, but fell silent all the same.
'Did you find out any other relevant information Harry?' Hermione asked.
'Well, I read that the Quintapeds have resisted every attempt by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures to capture them. Which means that we won't stand a chance.' Harry said promptly.
'Lovely.' Hermione said, a little sarcastically. 'However, we shouldn't worry about that for now, I say we focus on obtaining the Cauldron, Wolfsbane and Armadillo Bile.'
'Can't we just nab (A/N - take) them from a potions lesson?' Ron asked. Hermione glared at him.
'Yes Ron, that's why I've suggested that we get them first, you know, to get them out of the way so we are free to leave Hogwarts in search of these other ingredients.' Hermione scoffed.
'We have to leave Hogwarts?' Ron cried.
'Yes Ron, how else are we supposed to get Ancient Egyptian Scarab Shells, and a Chinese Fireball Egg, and a Hungarian Horntail Tooth, and all those other ghastly ingredients that we need.' Hermione said matter-of-factly.
'Good point, sorry.' Ron said sheepishly. Then he got an idea. 'Do I have to go with you? I mean, two people will be enough?' Ron said hopefully, very hopefully.
'You can't bail on us now, Ron.' Harry said.
'But I did the Spiders, and I did the Grindylows. Can't I take a rest?' He argued hopelessly, getting skeptical looks from both Hermione and Harry.
'No Ron. We're all in this together.' Hermione said finally, closing the debate.
~***~
The three Gryffindor's, Ron, Harry and Hermione, were sitting in their usual places in Potions, waiting desperately for the lesson to end. It was a double. Snape had taken no fewer than twenty points from Gryffindor in that one double lesson, and it was hell. Harry stirred his Clensing Potion cautiously, so as not to give Snape another reason to take points off Gryffindor.
After what seemed like three hours, the lesson was finally over. Hermione and Harry ducked under their desks, and Ron walked out of the classroom casually, as planned. They figured that Ron would have been more noticable if he hadn't left, because of his flaming red hair.
Harry pulled out his Invisibility Cloak and draped it over both himself and Hermione. They heard Snape's footsteps pacing around the classroom, quite obviously looking for students who had not left. He was very protective of his private stores ever since fourth year when a "student" had stolen some Gillyweed.
The pair noticed Snape's feet as he passed their desk, peering right at where Hary and Hermione were crouched. They stayed absolutely still. A few seconds passed, and Snape left the classroom, locking the sturdy, iron door from the inside.
Harry and Hermione watched the Marauder's Map until no one was near the Potion Dungeons, and only then, they dared to take the Invisibility Cloak off, and head into Snape's Office.
'Oh come on Harry, they've got to be in here somewhere.' Hermione called out impatiently to Harry from the door of Snape's Office. Harry had stayed hidden, crouched under the desk.
Harry grunted from under the desk.
'Harry!' Hermione called urgently. 'Come on! We have to find these ingredients!'
Harry let out a scream as his scar seared with pain. His hands flew to his forehead where he clutched his scar, now lying on the ground. Hermione rushed over to him.
'Harry? Harry!' She screamed frantically. 'What's happening?' She yelled.
'ARRRRHH!' Harry screamed. 'Get - the - ingredients - Hermione!' Without a second thought, Hermione dashed into Snape's Office, grabbed the Armadillo Bile, Wolfsbane Branches, and found a Golden Cauldron. She threw the ingredients into the cauldron, and, using a special spell she'd learnt, Hermione shrunk down the cauldron, ingredients and all.
~***~
Hermione had managed to get Harry up to the Hospital Wing, all the way, wondering why they had made the Hospital Wing up so high, and not on one of the lower floors.
Harry had been given a potion to make him go to sleep and not feel the pain of his scar.
Professor Dumbledore entered the Hospital Wing swiftly, and hurried straight over to the bed which Harry lay on.
'Miss Granger, would you mind leaving myself and Mister Potter alone for a while?' Dumbledore asked, leading Hermione out of the Hospital Wing.
'But Professor -' Hermione protested, although the old Professor silenced her with a raised hand. Hermione decided to leave, though muttering silently under her breath.
Professor Dumbledore walked over to Harry, and put a hand on his forehead.
'Poppy, is there a way for him to wake at this time?' Dumbledore asked, looking at the nurse.
'I'll just get the Potion, Headmaster.' Madam Pomfrey said, walking into her office to get the potion to wake up Harry.
She returned with a deep blue coloured potion in a clear vile, tilted Harry's head up and poured the potion down his throat. The reaction was almost immediate. Harry's eyes snapped open and he moaned in pain, his hand clutching his scar.
'Harry.' Professor Dumbledore said gently. Harry looked at Dumbledore, with a look of pain in his eyes.
'Yes Professor?' Harry winced in pain.
'I would like you to explain to me what happened right before your scar began to burn.' Professor Dumbledore said to Harry.
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~* I just had to leave it there, or else the chapter name would sort of not make sense, if you know what I mean? I'll write what happened to Harry in the next chapter! But until then, please review guys! Love you all! If you want, check out my other fic's, they're all on my Bio! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
~* Hey everyone, sorry I haven't gotten around to checking my reviews, and sorry that I haven't posted these chapters sooner, but I'm not allowed on the net until Sunday. Anyway, I'll get to writing the chapter. *~
Chapter 10 ~ Two Ingredients More
Hermione was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room on that Saturday afternoon, after a game of Quidditch, looking at the two Grindylows that were caged in the corner. Gryffindors had thought that Harry, Hermione and Ron had gotten the Grindylows for Defence Against The Dark Arts or something like that. Personally, Hermione thought that the less they knew the better. After all, one of them had to die before the end of the year. Just the thought was enough to make hairs on the back of Hermione's neck stand up.
She was thinking about the ingredients of the potion, by this time, Hermione had them memorised, naturally. . . She thought about which ones would be easiest to get, before they had to go out of Hogwarts to remote places all over the country to find these wacky ingredients.
Harry and Ron had been gone for a while. Harry had said that they wouldn't be long, but already, two hours had passed. Hermione wondered what they were doing. In the meantime, she mapped out the potion ingredients in her head (it wasn't safe to put it down on parchment). Hermione could see four ingredients that would be quite simple to receive; 1 Pure Golden Cauldron, 1 Armadillo Bile, 2 Wolfsbane Branches, and 1 drop of Blood from a True Gryffindor. The drop of blood from a true Gryffindor would have to wait of corse. There was no point in getting a drop of blood from someone and putting it in a jar or something, until the time came to use it.
Hermione knew very well that Professor Snape kept Pure Golden Cauldrons for his seventh year advanced Potion classes, as she was planning on taking advanced Potions herself in seventh year. She would simply borrow Harry's Invisibility Cloak, sneak into Snape's office, and borrow a Pure Golden Cauldron.
The Armadillo Bile would also be quite simple, as Snape kept them in his personal stores. Armadillo Biles were actually accessible by 6th years, so Hermione could sneak one out of a Potions lesson. The same went with the Wolfsbane Branches.
Hermione, quite pleased with herself, decided to get these ingredients in Potions on Monday.
It was at that very moment, that Hermione heard the Portrait of the Fat Lady swing open, and Ron and Harry burst in. they were both red faced, and looking quite out of breath. The two troublesome boys collapsed down into an armchair each. The Common Room was empty, except for Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lavender and Parvati, of whom were on the other side of the Common Room, and not at all interested in the other three Gryffindors.
Hermione got up from her seat, and sat down next to Harry, in the other arm chair that was near the Gryffindor Fireplace.
'You two sure took your time.' Hermione said impatiently.
'Sorry - Hermione,' Ron said between large breaths. Harry, who was used to running more so than Ron, had gotten his breath back.
'We were chased, by Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins.' Harry said simply. 'We had to hide, and when we thought the coast was clear, Malfoy pounced on us, and we only just got out of there in time.' Harry finished dramatically. Ron had gotten his breath back.
'But while we were out, we managed to find some valuable information on the Hairy MacBoons.' Ron said proudly.
'Hairy MacWhats?' Hermione asked shrilly. 'Oh, you mean Quintapeds? Would you use their formal name Ron? "Hairy MacBoon" is so improper.'
'Sorry your majesty.' Ron said.
'Anyway, what did you find out?' Hermione asked, changing the subject.
'They like to eat humans.' Ron said.
'They're small, round, and have five legs which each end in a clubfoot.' Harry said. 'They're also covered in thick, reddish-brown hair.'
'Interesting, I think I remember reading about the Quintapeds somewhere -' Hermione began, but was cut off by Ron.
'They live on the Isle of Drear.'
'We already knew that Ron.' Harry said rudely. Ron pouted, but fell silent all the same.
'Did you find out any other relevant information Harry?' Hermione asked.
'Well, I read that the Quintapeds have resisted every attempt by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures to capture them. Which means that we won't stand a chance.' Harry said promptly.
'Lovely.' Hermione said, a little sarcastically. 'However, we shouldn't worry about that for now, I say we focus on obtaining the Cauldron, Wolfsbane and Armadillo Bile.'
'Can't we just nab (A/N - take) them from a potions lesson?' Ron asked. Hermione glared at him.
'Yes Ron, that's why I've suggested that we get them first, you know, to get them out of the way so we are free to leave Hogwarts in search of these other ingredients.' Hermione scoffed.
'We have to leave Hogwarts?' Ron cried.
'Yes Ron, how else are we supposed to get Ancient Egyptian Scarab Shells, and a Chinese Fireball Egg, and a Hungarian Horntail Tooth, and all those other ghastly ingredients that we need.' Hermione said matter-of-factly.
'Good point, sorry.' Ron said sheepishly. Then he got an idea. 'Do I have to go with you? I mean, two people will be enough?' Ron said hopefully, very hopefully.
'You can't bail on us now, Ron.' Harry said.
'But I did the Spiders, and I did the Grindylows. Can't I take a rest?' He argued hopelessly, getting skeptical looks from both Hermione and Harry.
'No Ron. We're all in this together.' Hermione said finally, closing the debate.
~***~
The three Gryffindor's, Ron, Harry and Hermione, were sitting in their usual places in Potions, waiting desperately for the lesson to end. It was a double. Snape had taken no fewer than twenty points from Gryffindor in that one double lesson, and it was hell. Harry stirred his Clensing Potion cautiously, so as not to give Snape another reason to take points off Gryffindor.
After what seemed like three hours, the lesson was finally over. Hermione and Harry ducked under their desks, and Ron walked out of the classroom casually, as planned. They figured that Ron would have been more noticable if he hadn't left, because of his flaming red hair.
Harry pulled out his Invisibility Cloak and draped it over both himself and Hermione. They heard Snape's footsteps pacing around the classroom, quite obviously looking for students who had not left. He was very protective of his private stores ever since fourth year when a "student" had stolen some Gillyweed.
The pair noticed Snape's feet as he passed their desk, peering right at where Hary and Hermione were crouched. They stayed absolutely still. A few seconds passed, and Snape left the classroom, locking the sturdy, iron door from the inside.
Harry and Hermione watched the Marauder's Map until no one was near the Potion Dungeons, and only then, they dared to take the Invisibility Cloak off, and head into Snape's Office.
'Oh come on Harry, they've got to be in here somewhere.' Hermione called out impatiently to Harry from the door of Snape's Office. Harry had stayed hidden, crouched under the desk.
Harry grunted from under the desk.
'Harry!' Hermione called urgently. 'Come on! We have to find these ingredients!'
Harry let out a scream as his scar seared with pain. His hands flew to his forehead where he clutched his scar, now lying on the ground. Hermione rushed over to him.
'Harry? Harry!' She screamed frantically. 'What's happening?' She yelled.
'ARRRRHH!' Harry screamed. 'Get - the - ingredients - Hermione!' Without a second thought, Hermione dashed into Snape's Office, grabbed the Armadillo Bile, Wolfsbane Branches, and found a Golden Cauldron. She threw the ingredients into the cauldron, and, using a special spell she'd learnt, Hermione shrunk down the cauldron, ingredients and all.
~***~
Hermione had managed to get Harry up to the Hospital Wing, all the way, wondering why they had made the Hospital Wing up so high, and not on one of the lower floors.
Harry had been given a potion to make him go to sleep and not feel the pain of his scar.
Professor Dumbledore entered the Hospital Wing swiftly, and hurried straight over to the bed which Harry lay on.
'Miss Granger, would you mind leaving myself and Mister Potter alone for a while?' Dumbledore asked, leading Hermione out of the Hospital Wing.
'But Professor -' Hermione protested, although the old Professor silenced her with a raised hand. Hermione decided to leave, though muttering silently under her breath.
Professor Dumbledore walked over to Harry, and put a hand on his forehead.
'Poppy, is there a way for him to wake at this time?' Dumbledore asked, looking at the nurse.
'I'll just get the Potion, Headmaster.' Madam Pomfrey said, walking into her office to get the potion to wake up Harry.
She returned with a deep blue coloured potion in a clear vile, tilted Harry's head up and poured the potion down his throat. The reaction was almost immediate. Harry's eyes snapped open and he moaned in pain, his hand clutching his scar.
'Harry.' Professor Dumbledore said gently. Harry looked at Dumbledore, with a look of pain in his eyes.
'Yes Professor?' Harry winced in pain.
'I would like you to explain to me what happened right before your scar began to burn.' Professor Dumbledore said to Harry.
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~* I just had to leave it there, or else the chapter name would sort of not make sense, if you know what I mean? I'll write what happened to Harry in the next chapter! But until then, please review guys! Love you all! If you want, check out my other fic's, they're all on my Bio! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~