Chapter 14: Dungeons Of Doom
Hermione woke up feeling ill. She looked around and found herself in a small cell, with a bed, toilet and chair. A huge steel door guarded the entrance and a narrow window provided the only light. Hermione tried to find her wand but a Death-Eater at the door was twirling it around his hand.
"Looking for this?" He sneered. Hermione said nothing. She sank down on her bed and started to think of the possible ways in which she could escape. The window was too narrow and the door was to thick. Her only hope was if Harry came to rescue her. As if her wished had been answered a voice she recognised cryed out,
"Impedmita"
The guard immediately fell asleep. There was a loud bang at the door,
"Is anyone in?" She heard Sirius ask.
"Sirius would you please stop joking about?" Lupin asked.
"I'm just trying to keep the morale up," Sirius answered, in a hurt voice.
"Hang on Hermione, I'll get you out," Harry shouted, "Alohomora". The door swung wide open and Harry came rushing in with his arms stretched wide. Hermione clung to him hard and whispered in his ear,
"Thank you my love, thank you."
*
At the same time as that was going on Ron was feeling on edge. He had orders from Voldemort to prepare a chamber so that He could finally kill Harry and take over the world. Ron was adding the last of the Stupefy Spells that would be triggered when Harry came in when Hunter ran up to him.
"How is it going?" Hunter asked.
"I've just finished," Ron answered, stepping back to admire his work.
"Well done cousin," Hunter said," We may make a Dark wizard out of you yet."
Ron made a small noise and walked to his room. "Weasley," A voice rang out," I have came for revenge." A jet of sparks flew at Ron. It hit him square in the chest and suspended him in mid-air. Harry stepped out from the shadows and pointed his wand at Ron, right between his eyes.
"I am going to do something I should have doone a long time ago," Harry growled,
"Avada-"
"Harry stop," Hermione shouted," You are going to far. You cannot kill Ron."
"Why not?" Harry said," He wanted to kill me."
"I know but that doesn't mean that you should kill him. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for me." Harry stared at her, her round face and rosey cheeks. Her bright blue eyes and long blondey-brown hair. He lowered his wand. Ron ran off into the chamber. Harry looked at Hermione and she nodded, Harry ran after him, into the chamber.
Hermione woke up feeling ill. She looked around and found herself in a small cell, with a bed, toilet and chair. A huge steel door guarded the entrance and a narrow window provided the only light. Hermione tried to find her wand but a Death-Eater at the door was twirling it around his hand.
"Looking for this?" He sneered. Hermione said nothing. She sank down on her bed and started to think of the possible ways in which she could escape. The window was too narrow and the door was to thick. Her only hope was if Harry came to rescue her. As if her wished had been answered a voice she recognised cryed out,
"Impedmita"
The guard immediately fell asleep. There was a loud bang at the door,
"Is anyone in?" She heard Sirius ask.
"Sirius would you please stop joking about?" Lupin asked.
"I'm just trying to keep the morale up," Sirius answered, in a hurt voice.
"Hang on Hermione, I'll get you out," Harry shouted, "Alohomora". The door swung wide open and Harry came rushing in with his arms stretched wide. Hermione clung to him hard and whispered in his ear,
"Thank you my love, thank you."
*
At the same time as that was going on Ron was feeling on edge. He had orders from Voldemort to prepare a chamber so that He could finally kill Harry and take over the world. Ron was adding the last of the Stupefy Spells that would be triggered when Harry came in when Hunter ran up to him.
"How is it going?" Hunter asked.
"I've just finished," Ron answered, stepping back to admire his work.
"Well done cousin," Hunter said," We may make a Dark wizard out of you yet."
Ron made a small noise and walked to his room. "Weasley," A voice rang out," I have came for revenge." A jet of sparks flew at Ron. It hit him square in the chest and suspended him in mid-air. Harry stepped out from the shadows and pointed his wand at Ron, right between his eyes.
"I am going to do something I should have doone a long time ago," Harry growled,
"Avada-"
"Harry stop," Hermione shouted," You are going to far. You cannot kill Ron."
"Why not?" Harry said," He wanted to kill me."
"I know but that doesn't mean that you should kill him. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for me." Harry stared at her, her round face and rosey cheeks. Her bright blue eyes and long blondey-brown hair. He lowered his wand. Ron ran off into the chamber. Harry looked at Hermione and she nodded, Harry ran after him, into the chamber.
