Chapter 4
Hermione woke up with a start. She took a deep breath in and opened her eyes. "O M G," she breathed. Inches from her face was Ron's. She looked at his lips and relaxed a little. He was just so handsome. The way his lips were upturned how could he not be. He was having a good dream. "Damnit," she whispered. How could he do this to her! What time was it... she slowly turned onto her back. She didn't want to disturb him. "Shit!" it was 6:45 am and people were going to start coming down any minute. But you don't want to leave his arms do you She really didn't. She Lay there for a moment, listening to Ron's breath, feeling his warmth. Then she heard a footstep. She jumped off the couch and onto the ground, "ow!, she let out a cry of pain as she collapsed on the floor. Her ankle. "Crap." She looked up at the stairs to see Harry emerge. He rushed over to her and sat down.
"What happened. Is your ankle ok?," he looked up into her face, and saw her looking behind him. He looked and saw Ron sitting up with a horrified look on his face. Harry looked from Hermione to Ron, over and over. Finally he spoke. "...er....what happened," a smile broke out on his face. "What are you smiling about Harry, nothing happened." She was starting to get mad. Ron just sat there staring, his mouth hanging open. As Harry got up she noticed that he was in his Quidditch Robes. "I've got Quidditch this morning...Ill see you guys later," he said as he reached the portrait hole. "I almost forgot," he smiled and pulled what looked like powder out of his pocket. Hermione gasped. "Harry, that's tri....." her words were cut short as Harry picked up his hand and blew the dust into her and Ron's eyes. Her head swirled as things went pink then purple then red and finally black...
Rons head was swimming. What had Harry just blown at him? His vision had gone all blurry and he had seen all the colors of the rainbow before blacking out. He opened his eyes. "Blimey!," the bright sunlight temporarily blinded him. He covered his eyes and flipped over onto his stomach. He was on the grass. Once his eyes had adjusted he examined his surroundings. He was on top of a grass hill, and the sun was beating down on him. To one side was a vast lake, shining, and to the other a forest. Was he somewhere on the Hogwarts grounds? He didn't think so. He couldn't see the Castle anywhere. As he sat and looked around he saw something floating in the water. He ran down the hill and waded into the water. What... "HERMIONE!" he swam farther into the water to the body. "HERMIONE!" he reached her and turned her over. Her lips were blue, and she was pale. Her limp body lay on top of the water. He felt her head. It was as cold as ice. "'Mione.."his voice broke. He remembered how she used to hate it when he called her that. She stroked her cheek and broke into tears. He carefully brought her to shore and laid her down. Then his world disolved as red, then blue, then green, then yellow , and finally black clouded his vision....
Hermione's head was pounding. She was in a dark ,damp room somewhere. How could Harry do that! Where had he gotten it besides.... Tirellmpilea was illegal. If she could only remember what it did.....It teleports you, yes, but what else.. She sighed. Her head hurt too bad to think about it. She stood up and looked around. It looked like she was in a jail cell. She gasped. She WAS in a jail cell! One small window on the wall provided all the light for the cell. The walls were grimy and wet, as if they were under or near water. What if...no, that couldn't be. She suddenly got cold. A sweeping black figure glided past her cell. Every happy thought shed ever felt left her, and her worst memories came flooding in. And all in an instant it was gone. One by one the her mind put together the puzzle. That was a dementor. And she was in Azkaban. "O my god". She started to cry. How did she get here. How would she get back! Just then yells erupted from outside her cell. "RON!," she screamed as a figure ran up to the bars of her cell and stuck his arms and hands through. She ran to the bars. "'Mione, I love you! I love you, always know that" Black figures were closing in around them as Ron grasped her hand. She could see the fear in his eyes. "Ron what's happening. What is going on!" She held his hand tight as the dementers closed in. The pain and suffering she felt was almost unbearable. Her hand slipped from Ron's as one of the dementers glided forward. Ron started to scream. Not a typical scream, a scream of death. "RON!!!" she yelled. The dementer lifted his hood and revealed the most hideous face. Scabby and grey, with a pair of lips in the center. It leaned down and executed the dementors kiss on Ron. "NOOOOOOOO!!," she screamed as Ron fell limp on the floor. She reached her hand through the bars. "Ron,"she whimpered as tears and sobs erupted. And all in in instant she was again traveling, in a whir of colors, ending in black.
Ron was now in a pitch black field. The only thing he could see was the stars up above. There was no moon. The thoughts from his last experience came to him in a rush as he once again relived the horrible experience. "This is not real," he said to himself. But all the same, he couldn't help the feelings that were coming over him. He DID love Hermione. He had to tell her. Somehow he had to tell her. He had to get home. How could Harry do this to him! He turned in a circle looking around for some sign of life. What the... he broke out into a run. The light he was running towards got larger and larger until he could make out what it was. He let out a gasp of relief as he saw a large burning fire.....
Hermione found her self in a pitch black field, with only the stars for light. She started to cry. The memories from her last experience were now slowly creeping back. She had never felt that lonely, sad, and terrified as she had then. "Its all fake. Tiremmpilea makes you live out your worst fears. Her worst fear was Ron dying. Of losing him. She loved him. "I've got to find him, I've got to find him." She still felt the immeasurable cold of the dementors. Using her wand, she lighted a fire and slowly started to warm up.....
Hermione woke up with a start. She took a deep breath in and opened her eyes. "O M G," she breathed. Inches from her face was Ron's. She looked at his lips and relaxed a little. He was just so handsome. The way his lips were upturned how could he not be. He was having a good dream. "Damnit," she whispered. How could he do this to her! What time was it... she slowly turned onto her back. She didn't want to disturb him. "Shit!" it was 6:45 am and people were going to start coming down any minute. But you don't want to leave his arms do you She really didn't. She Lay there for a moment, listening to Ron's breath, feeling his warmth. Then she heard a footstep. She jumped off the couch and onto the ground, "ow!, she let out a cry of pain as she collapsed on the floor. Her ankle. "Crap." She looked up at the stairs to see Harry emerge. He rushed over to her and sat down.
"What happened. Is your ankle ok?," he looked up into her face, and saw her looking behind him. He looked and saw Ron sitting up with a horrified look on his face. Harry looked from Hermione to Ron, over and over. Finally he spoke. "...er....what happened," a smile broke out on his face. "What are you smiling about Harry, nothing happened." She was starting to get mad. Ron just sat there staring, his mouth hanging open. As Harry got up she noticed that he was in his Quidditch Robes. "I've got Quidditch this morning...Ill see you guys later," he said as he reached the portrait hole. "I almost forgot," he smiled and pulled what looked like powder out of his pocket. Hermione gasped. "Harry, that's tri....." her words were cut short as Harry picked up his hand and blew the dust into her and Ron's eyes. Her head swirled as things went pink then purple then red and finally black...
Rons head was swimming. What had Harry just blown at him? His vision had gone all blurry and he had seen all the colors of the rainbow before blacking out. He opened his eyes. "Blimey!," the bright sunlight temporarily blinded him. He covered his eyes and flipped over onto his stomach. He was on the grass. Once his eyes had adjusted he examined his surroundings. He was on top of a grass hill, and the sun was beating down on him. To one side was a vast lake, shining, and to the other a forest. Was he somewhere on the Hogwarts grounds? He didn't think so. He couldn't see the Castle anywhere. As he sat and looked around he saw something floating in the water. He ran down the hill and waded into the water. What... "HERMIONE!" he swam farther into the water to the body. "HERMIONE!" he reached her and turned her over. Her lips were blue, and she was pale. Her limp body lay on top of the water. He felt her head. It was as cold as ice. "'Mione.."his voice broke. He remembered how she used to hate it when he called her that. She stroked her cheek and broke into tears. He carefully brought her to shore and laid her down. Then his world disolved as red, then blue, then green, then yellow , and finally black clouded his vision....
Hermione's head was pounding. She was in a dark ,damp room somewhere. How could Harry do that! Where had he gotten it besides.... Tirellmpilea was illegal. If she could only remember what it did.....It teleports you, yes, but what else.. She sighed. Her head hurt too bad to think about it. She stood up and looked around. It looked like she was in a jail cell. She gasped. She WAS in a jail cell! One small window on the wall provided all the light for the cell. The walls were grimy and wet, as if they were under or near water. What if...no, that couldn't be. She suddenly got cold. A sweeping black figure glided past her cell. Every happy thought shed ever felt left her, and her worst memories came flooding in. And all in an instant it was gone. One by one the her mind put together the puzzle. That was a dementor. And she was in Azkaban. "O my god". She started to cry. How did she get here. How would she get back! Just then yells erupted from outside her cell. "RON!," she screamed as a figure ran up to the bars of her cell and stuck his arms and hands through. She ran to the bars. "'Mione, I love you! I love you, always know that" Black figures were closing in around them as Ron grasped her hand. She could see the fear in his eyes. "Ron what's happening. What is going on!" She held his hand tight as the dementers closed in. The pain and suffering she felt was almost unbearable. Her hand slipped from Ron's as one of the dementers glided forward. Ron started to scream. Not a typical scream, a scream of death. "RON!!!" she yelled. The dementer lifted his hood and revealed the most hideous face. Scabby and grey, with a pair of lips in the center. It leaned down and executed the dementors kiss on Ron. "NOOOOOOOO!!," she screamed as Ron fell limp on the floor. She reached her hand through the bars. "Ron,"she whimpered as tears and sobs erupted. And all in in instant she was again traveling, in a whir of colors, ending in black.
Ron was now in a pitch black field. The only thing he could see was the stars up above. There was no moon. The thoughts from his last experience came to him in a rush as he once again relived the horrible experience. "This is not real," he said to himself. But all the same, he couldn't help the feelings that were coming over him. He DID love Hermione. He had to tell her. Somehow he had to tell her. He had to get home. How could Harry do this to him! He turned in a circle looking around for some sign of life. What the... he broke out into a run. The light he was running towards got larger and larger until he could make out what it was. He let out a gasp of relief as he saw a large burning fire.....
Hermione found her self in a pitch black field, with only the stars for light. She started to cry. The memories from her last experience were now slowly creeping back. She had never felt that lonely, sad, and terrified as she had then. "Its all fake. Tiremmpilea makes you live out your worst fears. Her worst fear was Ron dying. Of losing him. She loved him. "I've got to find him, I've got to find him." She still felt the immeasurable cold of the dementors. Using her wand, she lighted a fire and slowly started to warm up.....