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I still don't own Harry Potter and I hope you enjoyed my Merry and Pippin action last chapter! Because here's another scene!
The Meeting of Elrond
Merry: Hey! We're coming too! And you'll have to put us in a sack to stop us!
Pippin: Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this mission.quest. thing!
Merry: Well I guess that rules you out Pip.
Elrond: Nine companions. So be it, you will be called the fellowship of the ring.
Pippin: Great! Where are we going?
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ (Yeah!!!) (Three days later.)
'I can't believe this,' Harry thought angrily as he worked in the library. 'Those two just can't be civil to one another!'
He was of course referring to Ron and Hermione. They were still not speaking to one another. It wasn't like they hadn't tried to make up. No, in fact they had both decided to forgive and forget when another argument arose.
*Flashback*
"Herm, you want to play chess?" Ron had asked.
Hermione looked up from the book she was reading and frowned, "I'm studying Ron. You should be too. O.W.L.s are coming up and you don't want to do badly."
"Oh, come off it Hermione." Ron had scoffed, "You've been studying all day, and O.W.L.s aren't for months. Besides if you aren't careful you're going to study your life away."
"I will not!" She had shrieked at him. (Obviously that last comment upset her!) "Just because I like to study doesn't mean I don't do anything else!"
"You always study!" Ron roared back, "You just let the world slip away while your nose is stuck in some book! I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot about Harry and I someday because we aren't in writing in some dusty old manuscript!"
He had hit a nerve. Hermione burst into tears and ran into the girls dormitories without a backwards glance. Ron looked down at his chess- board he had laid out and shut it angrily with a snap. He then went up to the boy's dormitory and brooded for quite some time.
*Present*
Harry's thoughts returned to his homework. He and Ron had to do a twelve- inch essay about their mirror sessions. Harry never really remembered much about his gazing sessions. He was going to make up some death prediction to please the Professor, but something kept on nagging at the back of his mind.
You know how you walk into a room to get something, but you forget what you were going to get as soon as you get there? Harry had been having that feeling in the back of his mind ever since he first looked into a mirror. It didn't make sense though, Harry had no gift for Divination, so he couldn't be forgetting something he saw in his mirror. Could he?
He let it go, however, and ended up writing about being drowned in the lake by the squid. After he finished he looked up to see Ron was not quite done yet so he decided to wait for his friend.
Ron always seemed preoccupied anymore. Well, ever since he and Hermione had had their little spat. Harry had hadn't seen that much of Hermione either and it was rather depressing. The girl on Harry's mind though walked into the library at that moment. She looked around and caught sight of Ron and Harry who was waving.
She waved back timidly and was about to make her way over to the table, but she looked at Ron and seemed to decide against the idea. The brunette went to her own table to work instead.
Ron had just finished his essay at this time and announced, "There that should do it!"
Harry wasn't watching him though so he followed his friend's gaze. He caught sight of the bushy hair and turned back quickly. Ron then busied himself with another assignment, and didn't even glance Hermione's direction when she looked over at him.
Harry was fuming. 'This has gone too far!' He thought heatedly. He abruptly stood up, throwing his things into his bag, and slinging it over his shoulder. Ron and Hermione looked up at him with shocked expressions on their faces as Harry stormed from the library. Both of them rushed after their friend after they had gathered their own things.
"Harry!" Hermione had cried anxiously as she and Ron raced to catch up with their livid friend. Harry was about an inch or so shorter than them both; so they had the advantage, and overtook their friends furious strides quickly. "What's wrong?"
Harry rounded on them both, "What's wrong! I'll tell you what's wrong! My two best friends are arguing about nothing! Whether it's about studying too much, or forgetting about some title they had earned!" Harry seemed to tower over both of his friends in his rage. "Oh, and to make matters worse, I'm supposed to be some anchor you both can cling to! Well I've had it! No more! I can't take being the middle- man! So if you two want to talk to me learn to talk to each other first! Until then I'm staying out of this!" Harry was glaring at both of his friends, after he finished his rant, as they hung their heads guiltily.
"Sorry," Ron murmured weakly not to Harry but to Hermione. "I've been real stupid lately. I shouldn't have said that about you studying."
"No," Hermione picked up quickly. "I was being dumb too. It was real immature of me to get offended over a stupid badge."
"I guess we were fighting about stupid things," Ron smiled a little looking up at Hermione. "It just took a wake- up call to get us to realize it."
Hermione nodded smiling back at Ron.
Harry watched the exchange quietly smiling to himself.
"Let's go up to the common room to celebrate," Ron suggested.
"Yes, a renewal off friendship!" Hermione nodded eagerly.
"That sounds good." Harry spoke for the first time after his lecture.
The three comrades started to go up the stairs when a thought hit Harry and he turned back the way they had come.
"What's up?" Ron asked curiously as his friend hurried back down the stairs.
"Forgot my divination essay," Harry blushed, completely embarrassed, as he turned to look at his friends. "Go on without me." He shooed them on, "Won't take me a minute."
"Okay," Hermione smiled. "But hurry back."
"Sure thing." Harry promised as he continued to make his way back to the library.
It took a little while for Harry to get back in the silent room. He had covered a lot of distance when he had stomped out of it in his rage. He rushed over to the table he had been sitting at and grabbed his homework. He scurried back out of the room just as quickly as he had entered and started to make his way back to Gryffindor Tower.
He was just in front of the Great Hall when he heard a voice.
"Which way?" it whispered. "Ah, yes, the tower."
'Who is that?' Harry panicked stopping in his tracks for a second.
"Master said to get to him by hurting those he cares for." The voice seemed to be pleased in a sick and twisted sort of way. "His weakness is his love of those he treasures. His friends."
Harry was about to whip out his wand and see if he could stun the voice, but he decided against that notion. The person who was speaking was obviously up to something and to make matters worse they had to be a death eater. Who else would be talking about "Master?" Harry reasoned that since he was alone, and only a student, he would be no match for this person if they decided to attack him. So, he continued on, not wanting the voice to know it had been heard yet still trying to follow it.
As he began to make his way up the marble staircase, he had been on only minutes before with Ron and Hermione; he realized someone was following him.
"What's he doing?" The voice of Draco Malfoy covered up the soft whispering of the Death Eater.
Harry whipped around to face the blonde. The other boy seemed a little caught off guard, he but quickly regained his composure.
"What?" he sneered at Harry.
Harry regarded the boy for a second, but turned quickly away. 'The voice!' He panicked. No telling what would happen if the person got away. Harry listened intently not even daring to breath.
"Up farther still," The voice murmured.
Harry sighed relaxing his muscles that had tensed up on instinct. 'Thought I had lost it' he thought as relief swept over him. He continued his slow procession up the stairs desperately trying to ignore his rival, who was still following him.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked scornfully.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Harry asked angrily not even bothering to turn around.
Draco said nothing and Harry thought that maybe he had left until he heard, "Smooth Draco. You're supposed to be asking for help not ticking him off."
Harry whirled around in astonishment. "What? What did you say?"
Draco looked affronted and took a step back. "I didn't say anything." The other boy managed to get out this statement. Then recovering his cool Draco snarled, "Hearing things Potter?"
Harry growled in frustration as he turned back to the other voice, "I don't have the time or patience for this."
"Oh boy." Harry heard Draco moan and it made him jump. "Now you've done it. You won't be able to get any help now."
Harry chose to ignore this, and tried to keep his thoughts on the other voice that was muttering about which curse would be the most fun to use.
Draco stayed silent for a long while until they were almost to the hall that lead to the Gryffindor common room. Then he asked a random question. "How do you ask someone who hates you for help?" The question was mournful.
Harry just couldn't take it any longer he flipped around and yelled, "Simple! You say can you help me!"
Draco stood where he was looking as though he had been petrified. "Wha- wha- what?" He stuttered.
"You asked I told you!" Harry answered angrily. He paused then asked, "Well?
Draco stood dumbstruck. "Well what?"
"Honestly," Harry sighed in exasperation, "do you want help or not?"
"You mean," Draco started in a disbelieving voice. "You'll help me even after all the things I've done to you and your friends?"
Harry regarded the boy a moment. He was right he had done some terrible things to him and his friends.but that look. It was one Harry knew well. It screamed I have no one to turn to you're my last hope. He himself had had the exact same look on his face many times before only he had been rejected. Also something stuck out in his mind. The other voice was near the common room maybe even inside it by now, and Harry knew what it was up to now. It was going to kill someone.
"Of course I'll help." Harry told Draco softly. "But on one condition."
Draco looked as though he had expected as much, but he waited for Harry to give his condition.
"Help me first." He whispered urgently as he dug in his bag. Harry hadn't known what had possessed him to carry his invisibility cloak to his classes today. Now, however, he was very glad he had had that crazy urge.
Draco watched him, a politely puzzled expression on his face, as Harry unfolded the liquidy- silver cloak. His mouth dropped open as he realized what it was. "That's a." Harry cut him off.
"Put this on. You have to come in our common room." Harry told him. "Some invisible guy is trying to kill somebody and we have to stop him." Draco complied and disappeared from view. It had been just in time too. Lavender rounded the corner greeting Harry cheerfully as she passed.
'If Lavender just left the common room then that invisible person could have slipped right in unnoticed!' Harry panicked.
"Come on." Harry murmured quietly in Draco's direction. He hurried towards the portrait hole hearing Draco come behind him.
"Casiponium." Harry told the Fat Lady before she had even asked him the password. The common room was rather empty.
'Which makes it a lot easier for an invisible person to get through unnoticed,' Harry realized. Just then, he saw the boy's dormitory door open by itself.
Harry bolted for the stairs ignoring greetings from Fred and George as he passed. He had just touched the door- knob when he heard someone give a muffled cry; a very familiar cry.
'Ron' Harry's thoughts screamed. The sight that greeted him made his stomach give and unpleasant jolt. There in the middle of the common room was an enormous pile of rocks, dirt, and sand.
"No," Harry moaned. "Ron." He feebly tried to dig out his friend.
Draco made his entrance then, still invisible. "What happened?" he asked.
Harry could not reply and was about to give up hope when he heard, "I can't breath!"
"RON!" Harry cried out desperately looking for the source of the noise.
"Help!" The cry was becoming feeble but Harry found the source. Whipping out his wand he cried, "Wingardium Leviosa!" The rubble around the area of the noise began to raise revealing flaming- red hair and Ron's hand that seemed to be covering his face.
Just then the twins burst in. "What's the commotion?" they asked together.
George caught sight of Ron's hair and swore loudly.
Fred saw the sight and for once took control of the situation. "Step aside Harry." He ordered. "I know a spell that will work faster." And with that he brandished his own wand muttering a spell that blasted rubble off the pile with incredible speed.
A thought struck Harry and he turned to George who was watching his brother. "Go get help!" Harry told him.
"Right." George nodded and took off at a sprint.
Harry took one last look at the spot where Fred was unearthing his brother and turned on his heel marching from the dormitory. He heard Draco follow him and thought quickly. "Stay here." He whispered to his invisible ally. "He'll come back this way to get out of the castle. We can't let him escape."
"Right," Draco murmured back.
Harry rushed to the fifth year girl's dormitory. If the Death Eater had targeted Ron then he was going to definitely go after Hermione.
His worse fears were confirmed as he heard a long scream come from the girl's room. Though it was Parvati who actually screamed, Harry strongly suspected Hermione was the one who had been hurt.
As Harry threw open the door he felt someone sweep past him muttering, "Success!" He snarled angrily grabbing at the space behind him. His hand connected with cloth and he yanked hard on it.
The invisible person yelped then cursed loudly, "Get off!"
"Not a chance!" Harry growled angrily. He held onto the cloth with all his might.
Draco must have caught on then because he yelled, "Stupefy!" from his position in front of the stairs.
Harry felt the struggling stop immediately and heard the thump of the person hitting the floor. Only after he was sure the menace was stunned, by kicking him hard, did he let go of the cloak. Harry then rushed into the dormitory.
Sure enough Hermione lay on the floor; hands clutched around her throat. She was gasping but did not seem to be able to get any air. Harry knelt down thinking wildly. 'What can I do? I don't know what happened!'
A slight sob from the nearest four- poster reminded Harry that he had heard Parvati scream.
"What happened?" Harry asked quickly. "Parvati did you see anything? Please tell me!"
The other girl gained control of herself and stuttered, "Some man came in an.and tried to drown her. I think.he used some sort of water charm."
"She's drowning!" Harry panicked. "What do you do when someone's drowning?"
Parvati jumped up, seeming to come out of her shock, and came over. "I take medical magic." She quickly offered, "here. Fresonium." She pointed her wand at Hermione's chest. "There. That charm clears the lungs."
Hermione stopped gasping and took a great shuddering breath. Her body seemed to relax since she could breath, but it did not stop her from passing out. Her hands had never left her throat and Harry could see something red and shiny coming through her fingers.
"Blood!" Harry cried out startling Parvati. He gently lifted Hermione's hands one at a time. A small gash on her throat was the source.
Parvati had scurried off as soon as Harry had mentioned blood. She came back now with some cloth that she pressed gently on Hermione's wound.
Just then Professor McGonagall burst into the dormitory. "What happened?" She cried out. She tripped slightly as she made her way into the room. Harry realized she must have tripped over the unconscious death eater.
"Professor someone tried to kill Ron and Hermione!" Harry answered her quickly.
"What?" the Professor seemed shocked. "Did anyone see who did it?" She asked.
"I did," Parvati spoke up.
"It doesn't matter Professor," Harry cut in. "He's right over here."
He walked past his stunned teacher to the door. He felt around with his foot a moment before he made contact with the still body.
"He's invisible." Harry told her quietly.
Professor McGonagall walked over to the spot brandishing her own wand. "Finite Incantum!" She cried.
As soon as she did this, the rigid body became visible. The figure was wearing a mask. Which is the telltale sign of a death eater.
The deputy head mistress then bent down and removed the face covering. "Macnair!" She gasped.
Harry regarded the prone figure darkly remembering Voldemort's promise. "I will give you better jobs Macnair." He clenched his fists in anger the nails biting into his palms.
McGonagall stood up quickly, conjured ropes around the former ministry worker, and went to where Parvati was leaning over Hermione. "Thank you for thinking so quickly Miss Patil. Miss Granger is very lucky you take medical magic." She then conjured a stretcher and magicking Hermione up onto it; she beckoned Harry to follow her. She levitated the soon to be convict as well. As soon as they were out in the hall she began to speak. "Mr. Weasley is already in the wing. He took a lot more damage than miss Granger I'm afraid. George told me what happened. If you hadn't been there I." She broke off as the wing came into view. She led Hermione in and asked Harry to please wait outside. Harry complied and leaned on the wall eventually sinking down on the floor across from the hospital wing.
He felt someone slip down beside him. Draco removed the cloak and handed it to Harry silently.
"Thanks," Harry murmured.
Draco didn't answer but looked away from Harry and said, "I don't deserve this kindness."
Harry sighed and turned to Draco, "Yes you do. Stop being a git. I owe you one for helping me back there."
Draco turned to look at Harry, a look of triumph on his face as he cried out. "I knew it!" only his lips didn't move.
Harry gaped a second stuttering, "Wha.wha- what?" before he fainted from shock.
**
Hee hee! Evilness is my specialty! What happened there? I think you can guess! Tell me what you think in a review!
I still don't own Harry Potter and I hope you enjoyed my Merry and Pippin action last chapter! Because here's another scene!
The Meeting of Elrond
Merry: Hey! We're coming too! And you'll have to put us in a sack to stop us!
Pippin: Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this mission.quest. thing!
Merry: Well I guess that rules you out Pip.
Elrond: Nine companions. So be it, you will be called the fellowship of the ring.
Pippin: Great! Where are we going?
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ (Yeah!!!) (Three days later.)
'I can't believe this,' Harry thought angrily as he worked in the library. 'Those two just can't be civil to one another!'
He was of course referring to Ron and Hermione. They were still not speaking to one another. It wasn't like they hadn't tried to make up. No, in fact they had both decided to forgive and forget when another argument arose.
*Flashback*
"Herm, you want to play chess?" Ron had asked.
Hermione looked up from the book she was reading and frowned, "I'm studying Ron. You should be too. O.W.L.s are coming up and you don't want to do badly."
"Oh, come off it Hermione." Ron had scoffed, "You've been studying all day, and O.W.L.s aren't for months. Besides if you aren't careful you're going to study your life away."
"I will not!" She had shrieked at him. (Obviously that last comment upset her!) "Just because I like to study doesn't mean I don't do anything else!"
"You always study!" Ron roared back, "You just let the world slip away while your nose is stuck in some book! I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot about Harry and I someday because we aren't in writing in some dusty old manuscript!"
He had hit a nerve. Hermione burst into tears and ran into the girls dormitories without a backwards glance. Ron looked down at his chess- board he had laid out and shut it angrily with a snap. He then went up to the boy's dormitory and brooded for quite some time.
*Present*
Harry's thoughts returned to his homework. He and Ron had to do a twelve- inch essay about their mirror sessions. Harry never really remembered much about his gazing sessions. He was going to make up some death prediction to please the Professor, but something kept on nagging at the back of his mind.
You know how you walk into a room to get something, but you forget what you were going to get as soon as you get there? Harry had been having that feeling in the back of his mind ever since he first looked into a mirror. It didn't make sense though, Harry had no gift for Divination, so he couldn't be forgetting something he saw in his mirror. Could he?
He let it go, however, and ended up writing about being drowned in the lake by the squid. After he finished he looked up to see Ron was not quite done yet so he decided to wait for his friend.
Ron always seemed preoccupied anymore. Well, ever since he and Hermione had had their little spat. Harry had hadn't seen that much of Hermione either and it was rather depressing. The girl on Harry's mind though walked into the library at that moment. She looked around and caught sight of Ron and Harry who was waving.
She waved back timidly and was about to make her way over to the table, but she looked at Ron and seemed to decide against the idea. The brunette went to her own table to work instead.
Ron had just finished his essay at this time and announced, "There that should do it!"
Harry wasn't watching him though so he followed his friend's gaze. He caught sight of the bushy hair and turned back quickly. Ron then busied himself with another assignment, and didn't even glance Hermione's direction when she looked over at him.
Harry was fuming. 'This has gone too far!' He thought heatedly. He abruptly stood up, throwing his things into his bag, and slinging it over his shoulder. Ron and Hermione looked up at him with shocked expressions on their faces as Harry stormed from the library. Both of them rushed after their friend after they had gathered their own things.
"Harry!" Hermione had cried anxiously as she and Ron raced to catch up with their livid friend. Harry was about an inch or so shorter than them both; so they had the advantage, and overtook their friends furious strides quickly. "What's wrong?"
Harry rounded on them both, "What's wrong! I'll tell you what's wrong! My two best friends are arguing about nothing! Whether it's about studying too much, or forgetting about some title they had earned!" Harry seemed to tower over both of his friends in his rage. "Oh, and to make matters worse, I'm supposed to be some anchor you both can cling to! Well I've had it! No more! I can't take being the middle- man! So if you two want to talk to me learn to talk to each other first! Until then I'm staying out of this!" Harry was glaring at both of his friends, after he finished his rant, as they hung their heads guiltily.
"Sorry," Ron murmured weakly not to Harry but to Hermione. "I've been real stupid lately. I shouldn't have said that about you studying."
"No," Hermione picked up quickly. "I was being dumb too. It was real immature of me to get offended over a stupid badge."
"I guess we were fighting about stupid things," Ron smiled a little looking up at Hermione. "It just took a wake- up call to get us to realize it."
Hermione nodded smiling back at Ron.
Harry watched the exchange quietly smiling to himself.
"Let's go up to the common room to celebrate," Ron suggested.
"Yes, a renewal off friendship!" Hermione nodded eagerly.
"That sounds good." Harry spoke for the first time after his lecture.
The three comrades started to go up the stairs when a thought hit Harry and he turned back the way they had come.
"What's up?" Ron asked curiously as his friend hurried back down the stairs.
"Forgot my divination essay," Harry blushed, completely embarrassed, as he turned to look at his friends. "Go on without me." He shooed them on, "Won't take me a minute."
"Okay," Hermione smiled. "But hurry back."
"Sure thing." Harry promised as he continued to make his way back to the library.
It took a little while for Harry to get back in the silent room. He had covered a lot of distance when he had stomped out of it in his rage. He rushed over to the table he had been sitting at and grabbed his homework. He scurried back out of the room just as quickly as he had entered and started to make his way back to Gryffindor Tower.
He was just in front of the Great Hall when he heard a voice.
"Which way?" it whispered. "Ah, yes, the tower."
'Who is that?' Harry panicked stopping in his tracks for a second.
"Master said to get to him by hurting those he cares for." The voice seemed to be pleased in a sick and twisted sort of way. "His weakness is his love of those he treasures. His friends."
Harry was about to whip out his wand and see if he could stun the voice, but he decided against that notion. The person who was speaking was obviously up to something and to make matters worse they had to be a death eater. Who else would be talking about "Master?" Harry reasoned that since he was alone, and only a student, he would be no match for this person if they decided to attack him. So, he continued on, not wanting the voice to know it had been heard yet still trying to follow it.
As he began to make his way up the marble staircase, he had been on only minutes before with Ron and Hermione; he realized someone was following him.
"What's he doing?" The voice of Draco Malfoy covered up the soft whispering of the Death Eater.
Harry whipped around to face the blonde. The other boy seemed a little caught off guard, he but quickly regained his composure.
"What?" he sneered at Harry.
Harry regarded the boy for a second, but turned quickly away. 'The voice!' He panicked. No telling what would happen if the person got away. Harry listened intently not even daring to breath.
"Up farther still," The voice murmured.
Harry sighed relaxing his muscles that had tensed up on instinct. 'Thought I had lost it' he thought as relief swept over him. He continued his slow procession up the stairs desperately trying to ignore his rival, who was still following him.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked scornfully.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Harry asked angrily not even bothering to turn around.
Draco said nothing and Harry thought that maybe he had left until he heard, "Smooth Draco. You're supposed to be asking for help not ticking him off."
Harry whirled around in astonishment. "What? What did you say?"
Draco looked affronted and took a step back. "I didn't say anything." The other boy managed to get out this statement. Then recovering his cool Draco snarled, "Hearing things Potter?"
Harry growled in frustration as he turned back to the other voice, "I don't have the time or patience for this."
"Oh boy." Harry heard Draco moan and it made him jump. "Now you've done it. You won't be able to get any help now."
Harry chose to ignore this, and tried to keep his thoughts on the other voice that was muttering about which curse would be the most fun to use.
Draco stayed silent for a long while until they were almost to the hall that lead to the Gryffindor common room. Then he asked a random question. "How do you ask someone who hates you for help?" The question was mournful.
Harry just couldn't take it any longer he flipped around and yelled, "Simple! You say can you help me!"
Draco stood where he was looking as though he had been petrified. "Wha- wha- what?" He stuttered.
"You asked I told you!" Harry answered angrily. He paused then asked, "Well?
Draco stood dumbstruck. "Well what?"
"Honestly," Harry sighed in exasperation, "do you want help or not?"
"You mean," Draco started in a disbelieving voice. "You'll help me even after all the things I've done to you and your friends?"
Harry regarded the boy a moment. He was right he had done some terrible things to him and his friends.but that look. It was one Harry knew well. It screamed I have no one to turn to you're my last hope. He himself had had the exact same look on his face many times before only he had been rejected. Also something stuck out in his mind. The other voice was near the common room maybe even inside it by now, and Harry knew what it was up to now. It was going to kill someone.
"Of course I'll help." Harry told Draco softly. "But on one condition."
Draco looked as though he had expected as much, but he waited for Harry to give his condition.
"Help me first." He whispered urgently as he dug in his bag. Harry hadn't known what had possessed him to carry his invisibility cloak to his classes today. Now, however, he was very glad he had had that crazy urge.
Draco watched him, a politely puzzled expression on his face, as Harry unfolded the liquidy- silver cloak. His mouth dropped open as he realized what it was. "That's a." Harry cut him off.
"Put this on. You have to come in our common room." Harry told him. "Some invisible guy is trying to kill somebody and we have to stop him." Draco complied and disappeared from view. It had been just in time too. Lavender rounded the corner greeting Harry cheerfully as she passed.
'If Lavender just left the common room then that invisible person could have slipped right in unnoticed!' Harry panicked.
"Come on." Harry murmured quietly in Draco's direction. He hurried towards the portrait hole hearing Draco come behind him.
"Casiponium." Harry told the Fat Lady before she had even asked him the password. The common room was rather empty.
'Which makes it a lot easier for an invisible person to get through unnoticed,' Harry realized. Just then, he saw the boy's dormitory door open by itself.
Harry bolted for the stairs ignoring greetings from Fred and George as he passed. He had just touched the door- knob when he heard someone give a muffled cry; a very familiar cry.
'Ron' Harry's thoughts screamed. The sight that greeted him made his stomach give and unpleasant jolt. There in the middle of the common room was an enormous pile of rocks, dirt, and sand.
"No," Harry moaned. "Ron." He feebly tried to dig out his friend.
Draco made his entrance then, still invisible. "What happened?" he asked.
Harry could not reply and was about to give up hope when he heard, "I can't breath!"
"RON!" Harry cried out desperately looking for the source of the noise.
"Help!" The cry was becoming feeble but Harry found the source. Whipping out his wand he cried, "Wingardium Leviosa!" The rubble around the area of the noise began to raise revealing flaming- red hair and Ron's hand that seemed to be covering his face.
Just then the twins burst in. "What's the commotion?" they asked together.
George caught sight of Ron's hair and swore loudly.
Fred saw the sight and for once took control of the situation. "Step aside Harry." He ordered. "I know a spell that will work faster." And with that he brandished his own wand muttering a spell that blasted rubble off the pile with incredible speed.
A thought struck Harry and he turned to George who was watching his brother. "Go get help!" Harry told him.
"Right." George nodded and took off at a sprint.
Harry took one last look at the spot where Fred was unearthing his brother and turned on his heel marching from the dormitory. He heard Draco follow him and thought quickly. "Stay here." He whispered to his invisible ally. "He'll come back this way to get out of the castle. We can't let him escape."
"Right," Draco murmured back.
Harry rushed to the fifth year girl's dormitory. If the Death Eater had targeted Ron then he was going to definitely go after Hermione.
His worse fears were confirmed as he heard a long scream come from the girl's room. Though it was Parvati who actually screamed, Harry strongly suspected Hermione was the one who had been hurt.
As Harry threw open the door he felt someone sweep past him muttering, "Success!" He snarled angrily grabbing at the space behind him. His hand connected with cloth and he yanked hard on it.
The invisible person yelped then cursed loudly, "Get off!"
"Not a chance!" Harry growled angrily. He held onto the cloth with all his might.
Draco must have caught on then because he yelled, "Stupefy!" from his position in front of the stairs.
Harry felt the struggling stop immediately and heard the thump of the person hitting the floor. Only after he was sure the menace was stunned, by kicking him hard, did he let go of the cloak. Harry then rushed into the dormitory.
Sure enough Hermione lay on the floor; hands clutched around her throat. She was gasping but did not seem to be able to get any air. Harry knelt down thinking wildly. 'What can I do? I don't know what happened!'
A slight sob from the nearest four- poster reminded Harry that he had heard Parvati scream.
"What happened?" Harry asked quickly. "Parvati did you see anything? Please tell me!"
The other girl gained control of herself and stuttered, "Some man came in an.and tried to drown her. I think.he used some sort of water charm."
"She's drowning!" Harry panicked. "What do you do when someone's drowning?"
Parvati jumped up, seeming to come out of her shock, and came over. "I take medical magic." She quickly offered, "here. Fresonium." She pointed her wand at Hermione's chest. "There. That charm clears the lungs."
Hermione stopped gasping and took a great shuddering breath. Her body seemed to relax since she could breath, but it did not stop her from passing out. Her hands had never left her throat and Harry could see something red and shiny coming through her fingers.
"Blood!" Harry cried out startling Parvati. He gently lifted Hermione's hands one at a time. A small gash on her throat was the source.
Parvati had scurried off as soon as Harry had mentioned blood. She came back now with some cloth that she pressed gently on Hermione's wound.
Just then Professor McGonagall burst into the dormitory. "What happened?" She cried out. She tripped slightly as she made her way into the room. Harry realized she must have tripped over the unconscious death eater.
"Professor someone tried to kill Ron and Hermione!" Harry answered her quickly.
"What?" the Professor seemed shocked. "Did anyone see who did it?" She asked.
"I did," Parvati spoke up.
"It doesn't matter Professor," Harry cut in. "He's right over here."
He walked past his stunned teacher to the door. He felt around with his foot a moment before he made contact with the still body.
"He's invisible." Harry told her quietly.
Professor McGonagall walked over to the spot brandishing her own wand. "Finite Incantum!" She cried.
As soon as she did this, the rigid body became visible. The figure was wearing a mask. Which is the telltale sign of a death eater.
The deputy head mistress then bent down and removed the face covering. "Macnair!" She gasped.
Harry regarded the prone figure darkly remembering Voldemort's promise. "I will give you better jobs Macnair." He clenched his fists in anger the nails biting into his palms.
McGonagall stood up quickly, conjured ropes around the former ministry worker, and went to where Parvati was leaning over Hermione. "Thank you for thinking so quickly Miss Patil. Miss Granger is very lucky you take medical magic." She then conjured a stretcher and magicking Hermione up onto it; she beckoned Harry to follow her. She levitated the soon to be convict as well. As soon as they were out in the hall she began to speak. "Mr. Weasley is already in the wing. He took a lot more damage than miss Granger I'm afraid. George told me what happened. If you hadn't been there I." She broke off as the wing came into view. She led Hermione in and asked Harry to please wait outside. Harry complied and leaned on the wall eventually sinking down on the floor across from the hospital wing.
He felt someone slip down beside him. Draco removed the cloak and handed it to Harry silently.
"Thanks," Harry murmured.
Draco didn't answer but looked away from Harry and said, "I don't deserve this kindness."
Harry sighed and turned to Draco, "Yes you do. Stop being a git. I owe you one for helping me back there."
Draco turned to look at Harry, a look of triumph on his face as he cried out. "I knew it!" only his lips didn't move.
Harry gaped a second stuttering, "Wha.wha- what?" before he fainted from shock.
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