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A Turn for the Worst
By blah gurl
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Hermione felt a breeze on the back of her neck and rolled over. Harry was gently blowing on her neck and it made the hair on it stand up.
"So, Mr. Potter." Hermione tired to sound serious, but her facial expression gave her away. "You proved yourself worthy."
"Why thank you, Mrs. Potter." He smiled and placed his lips over hers for a quick morning kiss. "You aren't still mad at me, are you?"
"No, of course not. Well, yes I am mad, but not so much anymore. That was in the past, we should focus more on the future. our future." She smiled. "We've missed breakfast. Lucky today is Saturday or I would sure be fire for not showing up for class." Hermione rolled out of bed and walked into her bathroom. Harry could hear the faint sound of the water running.
Assuming she had gotten into the shower, Harry got up and got dressed. He tried to flatten his hair, but it was no use. Having never changed, the messy black locks went in all directions. Harry knocked on the bathroom door. "Hermione? I'll be in the front room." He heard a muffled voice saying "okay" and left the bedroom.
Ten minutes later, Hermione came down into the front room. "Do you have to dress up on non-class days too?" Harry questioned once he saw her. She was wearing a blue sweater and a long blue jean skirt.
"No, I just like to." She walked to the coat rack and put on her long, dark purple robes. Harry already had on his long dark green robes, so the two headed out for the Great Hall. They pushed through the heavy portrait hiding the professors' quarters and stopped dead in their tracks.
"What the-" Harry stepped towards the young girl standing near the window. Her eyes were glossy and she appeared not to be breathing, or moving. Harry placed his hand on her shoulder; it felt rock solid and icy cold. Hermione moved closer to her.
"Rebecca Bloomfield. One of Adianna's friends." Hermione turned her head and looked down the hall. "Oh my god, Harry, look." She pointed to another figure just a few feet away. A fifth year, frozen in the process of walking.
"They've all been petrified. C'mon, Hermione. We have to find Dumbledore." As the two continued down the corridor, they passed several more students and professors frozen in the process of walking, standing, or even running. They followed the hall until they reached the eagle statue that would take them to Professor Dumbledore.
"Sherbet Lemon." Hermione spoke softly. She and Harry advanced onto the stairs and climbed to the large door at the top. They opened it and walked into the office.
"Ah, I see that I'm not the only one who has not been petrified." Dumbledore looked up from his desk and starred at the two adults walking towards the desk.
"What happened?" Hermione asked.
"Well, it seems that everyone has been petrified. The dance had just finished and everyone was heading back to his or her dormitories. I was up here, and you two apparently were somewhere besides the halls." He gazed at them through his half-moon spectacles. "Someone of very powerful dark magic cast a spell at the entrance to the school, which spread through all the halls, hitting everyone in its path. If you were in a room with a closed door, you weren't affected."
"Yes, we were in my room having-" Hermione stopped. "-talking. We were talking. So, we are the only three that haven't been affected, correct?"
"That is correct, Professor. Except for Hagrid, but I haven't heard from him. Assuming he hasn't come into the castle yet today, he must all right."
"What do we do? I mean, we can't very well leave them like this, can we?" Harry spoke up.
"No, but a suggestion would be to find every student and record their name down."
"Why?"
"So we can know who is a counted for. Take this piece of parchment with every student's name on it and put a check next to it when you have found them." He handed Hermione a long roll of parchment and gestured for them to go work. "Oh, and Harry." Dumbledore spoke after Hermione had left already. "The ministry has requested that you stay here to keep an eye on things, since you are working for the Department of Mysteries."
"All right, I can do that."
"One more thing, Harry. Be careful of that one." He pointed to the door, meaning Hermione. "She's a tough cookie." He smiled as Harry blushed.
"Thank you, Professor." Harry closed the door behind him and caught up with Hermione, who had already checked off several names on the list.
"What took you?" she asked, not looking up.
"Well, my department at the ministry has requested that I stay here to keep an eye on things." He said, walking to a group of students. "Ravenclaws. Do you know all of their names, 'cause I sure don't?"
"Pretty much. I do teach all of them, Harry."
Twenty minutes and fifty students later, they turned a corner to discover that it was empty. "Well, no one was in this corridor at the time of the curse."
"Wait a minute.what is that?"
"Where?"
"There are two students sitting on that window sill over there." Hermione pointed to the black lump in the window and started walking towards them.
"Well, at least they're stuck in a comfortable place." Harry said once they stopped in front of them.
"Harry! That was not nice. These are your children. Adianna and Nick. And look, they're kissing. How pleasant. Now we have to stare at them kissing until this thing is resolved." It was true. The two students had their lips locked in what appeared to be a passionate kiss.
"Great. Just great. You don't suppose that there is a way to pull them apart?" Harry and Hermione each grabbed an arm of the two and tried to pull them apart.
"Apparently not. Well, we'll just have to avoid this hallway. C'mon. There are plenty more students to identify." Harry and Hermione walked slowly away, trying hard not to look back at Adianna and Nick.
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"Have you located all of the students and staff?"
"Yes we have, Professor." Hermione and Harry took a seat in front of Dumbledore's desk. "Only two students are missing."
"Who? What houses are they in?" Dumbledore's face was full of worry.
"Well, a second year in Gryffindor by the name of Ginger Weasley."
"Ah, Ronald's daughter. Lovely girl, have you met her?" the two shook their heads. "Well, who else?"
"And a sixth year in Slytherin by the name of. Addison Malfoy." Harry and Hermione exchanged glances once she read the name.
"Excuse Professor, don't mean to be rude, but is that Draco Malfoy's son?" Harry asked.
"Why, yes it is, Harry. A bit young to have a child back then, wasn't he?" he peered over his glasses. He obviously was trying to prove a point to them. Hermione looked down at the floor, and Harry suddenly became interested at the bookcases.
"So, what do we do to locate these two?" Hermione asked, changing the subject.
"I suggest to look in their common rooms for them. Here is a map to find them. The password for Gryffindor is You-Know-Who, and Slytherin's is mudblood." Hermione flinched at the sound of the word. Harry grabbed the map and pulled Hermione out of the office and down the stairs.
"He knows about us, Hermione."
"Only because you brought up that damn question!" she shouted quite louder then she meant.
"Me! It was your idea! You only wanted to because you were the only seventh year that was still a virgin! You didn't appreciate me, nor do you now. Just to make yourself "normal" you had to take that risk of getting pregnant! And guess what? You did!"
"Shut up!" she screamed so loud, her face turned bright red and tears streamed from her eyes.
"Oh, Hermione, I'm sorry." Harry walked towards her and enveloped her in his strong arms.
"I thought-sniff-we got through-sniff-this last night-sniff-? Why do we keep ending up here? This topic seems to be the only thing we can talk about." She buried her face deeper in his shoulder and tightened her grip on him.
"Is anything the matter down here?" Dumbledore appeared from behind the statue that hid his office.
"No, Professor. Hermione just stubbed her toe on the wall. She'll be okay."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at Harry, as if he knew the real truth. "You're sure then?" Harry nodded. "I'll just continue on my way." He held up a rolled up parchment. "It seems we need a few more Aurors here to help this," he pointed to a petrified student standing near by. Followed by his flowing robes, the headmaster continued down the silent corridor.
"Harry, we should go find Ron's and Malfoy's children, don't you think? It might take our minds off our own problems." Harry nodded and took a hold of Hermione's hand. They followed the map, first to the Slytherin common room.
~~To Be Continued~~
A/N: well, someone told me that I needed more of a plot then just Hermione and Harry's problem. So I added this in to shake things up a bit.stupid? Please tell me when you review (hint hint). Thanks k bye blah gurl
Hermione felt a breeze on the back of her neck and rolled over. Harry was gently blowing on her neck and it made the hair on it stand up.
"So, Mr. Potter." Hermione tired to sound serious, but her facial expression gave her away. "You proved yourself worthy."
"Why thank you, Mrs. Potter." He smiled and placed his lips over hers for a quick morning kiss. "You aren't still mad at me, are you?"
"No, of course not. Well, yes I am mad, but not so much anymore. That was in the past, we should focus more on the future. our future." She smiled. "We've missed breakfast. Lucky today is Saturday or I would sure be fire for not showing up for class." Hermione rolled out of bed and walked into her bathroom. Harry could hear the faint sound of the water running.
Assuming she had gotten into the shower, Harry got up and got dressed. He tried to flatten his hair, but it was no use. Having never changed, the messy black locks went in all directions. Harry knocked on the bathroom door. "Hermione? I'll be in the front room." He heard a muffled voice saying "okay" and left the bedroom.
Ten minutes later, Hermione came down into the front room. "Do you have to dress up on non-class days too?" Harry questioned once he saw her. She was wearing a blue sweater and a long blue jean skirt.
"No, I just like to." She walked to the coat rack and put on her long, dark purple robes. Harry already had on his long dark green robes, so the two headed out for the Great Hall. They pushed through the heavy portrait hiding the professors' quarters and stopped dead in their tracks.
"What the-" Harry stepped towards the young girl standing near the window. Her eyes were glossy and she appeared not to be breathing, or moving. Harry placed his hand on her shoulder; it felt rock solid and icy cold. Hermione moved closer to her.
"Rebecca Bloomfield. One of Adianna's friends." Hermione turned her head and looked down the hall. "Oh my god, Harry, look." She pointed to another figure just a few feet away. A fifth year, frozen in the process of walking.
"They've all been petrified. C'mon, Hermione. We have to find Dumbledore." As the two continued down the corridor, they passed several more students and professors frozen in the process of walking, standing, or even running. They followed the hall until they reached the eagle statue that would take them to Professor Dumbledore.
"Sherbet Lemon." Hermione spoke softly. She and Harry advanced onto the stairs and climbed to the large door at the top. They opened it and walked into the office.
"Ah, I see that I'm not the only one who has not been petrified." Dumbledore looked up from his desk and starred at the two adults walking towards the desk.
"What happened?" Hermione asked.
"Well, it seems that everyone has been petrified. The dance had just finished and everyone was heading back to his or her dormitories. I was up here, and you two apparently were somewhere besides the halls." He gazed at them through his half-moon spectacles. "Someone of very powerful dark magic cast a spell at the entrance to the school, which spread through all the halls, hitting everyone in its path. If you were in a room with a closed door, you weren't affected."
"Yes, we were in my room having-" Hermione stopped. "-talking. We were talking. So, we are the only three that haven't been affected, correct?"
"That is correct, Professor. Except for Hagrid, but I haven't heard from him. Assuming he hasn't come into the castle yet today, he must all right."
"What do we do? I mean, we can't very well leave them like this, can we?" Harry spoke up.
"No, but a suggestion would be to find every student and record their name down."
"Why?"
"So we can know who is a counted for. Take this piece of parchment with every student's name on it and put a check next to it when you have found them." He handed Hermione a long roll of parchment and gestured for them to go work. "Oh, and Harry." Dumbledore spoke after Hermione had left already. "The ministry has requested that you stay here to keep an eye on things, since you are working for the Department of Mysteries."
"All right, I can do that."
"One more thing, Harry. Be careful of that one." He pointed to the door, meaning Hermione. "She's a tough cookie." He smiled as Harry blushed.
"Thank you, Professor." Harry closed the door behind him and caught up with Hermione, who had already checked off several names on the list.
"What took you?" she asked, not looking up.
"Well, my department at the ministry has requested that I stay here to keep an eye on things." He said, walking to a group of students. "Ravenclaws. Do you know all of their names, 'cause I sure don't?"
"Pretty much. I do teach all of them, Harry."
Twenty minutes and fifty students later, they turned a corner to discover that it was empty. "Well, no one was in this corridor at the time of the curse."
"Wait a minute.what is that?"
"Where?"
"There are two students sitting on that window sill over there." Hermione pointed to the black lump in the window and started walking towards them.
"Well, at least they're stuck in a comfortable place." Harry said once they stopped in front of them.
"Harry! That was not nice. These are your children. Adianna and Nick. And look, they're kissing. How pleasant. Now we have to stare at them kissing until this thing is resolved." It was true. The two students had their lips locked in what appeared to be a passionate kiss.
"Great. Just great. You don't suppose that there is a way to pull them apart?" Harry and Hermione each grabbed an arm of the two and tried to pull them apart.
"Apparently not. Well, we'll just have to avoid this hallway. C'mon. There are plenty more students to identify." Harry and Hermione walked slowly away, trying hard not to look back at Adianna and Nick.
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"Have you located all of the students and staff?"
"Yes we have, Professor." Hermione and Harry took a seat in front of Dumbledore's desk. "Only two students are missing."
"Who? What houses are they in?" Dumbledore's face was full of worry.
"Well, a second year in Gryffindor by the name of Ginger Weasley."
"Ah, Ronald's daughter. Lovely girl, have you met her?" the two shook their heads. "Well, who else?"
"And a sixth year in Slytherin by the name of. Addison Malfoy." Harry and Hermione exchanged glances once she read the name.
"Excuse Professor, don't mean to be rude, but is that Draco Malfoy's son?" Harry asked.
"Why, yes it is, Harry. A bit young to have a child back then, wasn't he?" he peered over his glasses. He obviously was trying to prove a point to them. Hermione looked down at the floor, and Harry suddenly became interested at the bookcases.
"So, what do we do to locate these two?" Hermione asked, changing the subject.
"I suggest to look in their common rooms for them. Here is a map to find them. The password for Gryffindor is You-Know-Who, and Slytherin's is mudblood." Hermione flinched at the sound of the word. Harry grabbed the map and pulled Hermione out of the office and down the stairs.
"He knows about us, Hermione."
"Only because you brought up that damn question!" she shouted quite louder then she meant.
"Me! It was your idea! You only wanted to because you were the only seventh year that was still a virgin! You didn't appreciate me, nor do you now. Just to make yourself "normal" you had to take that risk of getting pregnant! And guess what? You did!"
"Shut up!" she screamed so loud, her face turned bright red and tears streamed from her eyes.
"Oh, Hermione, I'm sorry." Harry walked towards her and enveloped her in his strong arms.
"I thought-sniff-we got through-sniff-this last night-sniff-? Why do we keep ending up here? This topic seems to be the only thing we can talk about." She buried her face deeper in his shoulder and tightened her grip on him.
"Is anything the matter down here?" Dumbledore appeared from behind the statue that hid his office.
"No, Professor. Hermione just stubbed her toe on the wall. She'll be okay."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at Harry, as if he knew the real truth. "You're sure then?" Harry nodded. "I'll just continue on my way." He held up a rolled up parchment. "It seems we need a few more Aurors here to help this," he pointed to a petrified student standing near by. Followed by his flowing robes, the headmaster continued down the silent corridor.
"Harry, we should go find Ron's and Malfoy's children, don't you think? It might take our minds off our own problems." Harry nodded and took a hold of Hermione's hand. They followed the map, first to the Slytherin common room.
~~To Be Continued~~
A/N: well, someone told me that I needed more of a plot then just Hermione and Harry's problem. So I added this in to shake things up a bit.stupid? Please tell me when you review (hint hint). Thanks k bye blah gurl