Chapter Four:
Ron hurry up! Today is the day the Titanic is supposed to sink!" Hermione said almost too loudly.
"Shhhh!" Ron said as he opened the door. "What if any muggles heard you?"
"I'm sorry! I'm too much in a hurry. Just come on." Hermione hustled out into the room and the hallways, where they went up on deck. "This is going to be hard." Hermione said, biting her lip.
"Maybe we should split up. Then we can search both sections of the ship for him." Ron suggested, not thinking into it that much.
"That's a good idea. You go that way, I'll go this way." Then she hurried away before either of them could say anything. Ron slumped, and grunted as he walked to the other side of the ship. The one time he realized how he felt about Hermione, they were too busy on an adventure. The first time he actually wanted to tell her how he felt, she was off running to find Tom Riddle.
"I'm gonna blast him to bits when I find him." Ron muttered as he grasped his wand.
True, Ron was extremely worried and nervous about what he was thinking about Hermione, and would probably back out at the last minute, he suddenly felt an urge to tell Hermione as she ran away. Now he had to keep his mind off Hermione and do his job.
But he couldn't.
He walked aimlessly around the ship, lost in thought, while nothing interesting happened at all. He didn't even know what he was supposed to look for, besides someone that looked like Tom Riddle. The wizard didn't know what Tom was going to do either, or when.
Hermione pushed out into the crowd, glancing left and right for her enemy. Time was running out, and they had to hurry. If Tom Riddle succeeded, he'd move to the next moment in Muggle History, whether it was American or not.
"Oh, this is so complicated!" she wailed silently. Her head still ached from when Tom tried to erase it. She was so relieved that Ron came and saved her, but she wasn't sure why he did. He had been sick in bed.... Was he worried about her? Did he just want to spend time with her? Did he get some kind of warning? She wasn't sure.
The Potters were having a normal life. Lily was cooking by magic, and James was entertaining young Harry with his own magic. The older Harry sat at their table, head in his hands, watching intently. His parents got along so well together. Harry wondered about when he saw Snape's Worst Memory in 5th year. Lily seemed to hate him so much.
Harry was suddenly reminded of Ron and Hermione. They fought a lot, yet quite differently from what he had seen of his father and mother. Harry thought about if they would be just like his parents if his too best friends got married. He was, however quickly distracted when his parents sat down to eat dinner.
[longer chapters coming again soon!]
Ron hurry up! Today is the day the Titanic is supposed to sink!" Hermione said almost too loudly.
"Shhhh!" Ron said as he opened the door. "What if any muggles heard you?"
"I'm sorry! I'm too much in a hurry. Just come on." Hermione hustled out into the room and the hallways, where they went up on deck. "This is going to be hard." Hermione said, biting her lip.
"Maybe we should split up. Then we can search both sections of the ship for him." Ron suggested, not thinking into it that much.
"That's a good idea. You go that way, I'll go this way." Then she hurried away before either of them could say anything. Ron slumped, and grunted as he walked to the other side of the ship. The one time he realized how he felt about Hermione, they were too busy on an adventure. The first time he actually wanted to tell her how he felt, she was off running to find Tom Riddle.
"I'm gonna blast him to bits when I find him." Ron muttered as he grasped his wand.
True, Ron was extremely worried and nervous about what he was thinking about Hermione, and would probably back out at the last minute, he suddenly felt an urge to tell Hermione as she ran away. Now he had to keep his mind off Hermione and do his job.
But he couldn't.
He walked aimlessly around the ship, lost in thought, while nothing interesting happened at all. He didn't even know what he was supposed to look for, besides someone that looked like Tom Riddle. The wizard didn't know what Tom was going to do either, or when.
Hermione pushed out into the crowd, glancing left and right for her enemy. Time was running out, and they had to hurry. If Tom Riddle succeeded, he'd move to the next moment in Muggle History, whether it was American or not.
"Oh, this is so complicated!" she wailed silently. Her head still ached from when Tom tried to erase it. She was so relieved that Ron came and saved her, but she wasn't sure why he did. He had been sick in bed.... Was he worried about her? Did he just want to spend time with her? Did he get some kind of warning? She wasn't sure.
The Potters were having a normal life. Lily was cooking by magic, and James was entertaining young Harry with his own magic. The older Harry sat at their table, head in his hands, watching intently. His parents got along so well together. Harry wondered about when he saw Snape's Worst Memory in 5th year. Lily seemed to hate him so much.
Harry was suddenly reminded of Ron and Hermione. They fought a lot, yet quite differently from what he had seen of his father and mother. Harry thought about if they would be just like his parents if his too best friends got married. He was, however quickly distracted when his parents sat down to eat dinner.
[longer chapters coming again soon!]