Chapter 10
A/N thank you for reviewing Jon! Lol. I love it when people put me on their favorite authors list. Hint hint to others. :D
To the story!
Hermione once again woke up with a headache. The pain from Voldemort was still coursed through her body. She was still in the room she'd been in before, she could see the couch. But she was on the floor. She made a move to stand up and fell back down. She was chained to the wall. The metal handcuffs were tight around her wrists, and were chained to a bracket to her left and right. Her feet thankfully remained unbound. She took a deep breath and started to clear her mind. How was she supposed to get out of this situation. She had no wand, no hands, and no light. It was hopeless. She thought about Ron and Harry. Did they care she was gone? What were they doing right now. She missed Ron so much. What if she never got to tell her she loved him again. Her stomach spasmed. DONT THINK THAT!
Professor Trewlaney shuffled into the room, dramaticly throwing her arms around and moaning. Ron, Harry, Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore all looked up. "I have found her, I have seen it!" She plopped down into a chair and fanned herself. Ron's heart jumped. They had found her! She wasn't dead! "Where is she!" he burst out.
"She is at He Who Must Not Be Named's house!" Proffesor mMcgonagall gasped. "Surely you are mistaken. Hermione Granger is...there?"
"I do not make mistake," Trewlaney said huffily sitting up straighter.
Ron had to go get her. He didn't care if she was at the bottom of the ocean, or the top of a mountain, he was going to save her, being in Voldemort's house made no difference to him. As if Dumbledore had sensed Ron and Harry's thoughts(Ron isn't the only one who cares about Ron! She has a best friend you know!) he jumped in. "Now you two, don't be getting any ideas. It is totally out of the question. After we have a formulated plan, I will go and rescue her."
"AND WHEN WILL THAT BE!" Ron jumped out of his chair, his temper flaring. "HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE! HE COULD BE TORTURING HER FOR ALL WE KNOW! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" the whole room was silent. None of them care, Ron thought.
"Ron, he's right, we couldn't possibly take him on." Harry spoke softly and slowly, as if he was resisting.
His temper had reached its climax "YOU OF ALL PEOPLE HARRY, SHOULD UNDERSTAND THIS!" With a final huff he ran out of Dumbledore's office and up to his dormitory. "ALOHOMORA!" he unlocked Harry's trunk and without another thought he had taken Harry's Firebolt, and flown out the window.
Hermione Whimpered as Voldemort paced the room. Could he not decide what to do with her? What was he waiting for! In a quick flash Voldemort spun around "CRUCIO!" Immense pain engulfed her body. Every inch of her flesh, and bone were being stabbed by burning knives. As the spell faded the pain got less and less painful, leaving her with a dull pain. "The love of your life isn't coming to save you is he." Voldemorts cold voice was full of mock. "He is leaving you here to die. All alone. He doesn't care about you. He would have come by now if he had, wouldn't he have."
Just block him out. Hermione's temper was once again rising. Don't listen to him, he's lying to you. Voldemort knew what she was doing and entered her mind. "AH," Hermione let out a cry of pain. "He's not coming. Your going to die, alone, in this room," her mind whispered, "This is your last chance to join me. You will never have to do this again." In a swift motion he left her thoughts and she once more had control. Hermione fell onto her knees and tried to regain her breathing. She looked up into his eyes and met an icy glare.
"He will come."
Ron sped through air. His face and hands were numb from the cold winter air that he was flying into. Its all for Hermione, he thought. Just the thought of her kept him riding. She would be ok. Once he got there, he knew she would be ok. She had to be. Ron gulped. She would be. He spotted the vast Riddle Mansion before he knew that it was. Sprawling the grounds, it looked like a picture from a book. He wondered what it would be like to live there. Instead of the burrow.... He looked down at his map and saw that behind the house was a grassy knoll he could land on. He steered the supreme broom left and around the house. Almost as reflex he made sure he had his wand, and dismounted. He'd just leave the broom right here.. He propped the broom up against the side of the house and stared at the moss covered door. He was about to do the unthinkable.
Should I make you wait?
Huh
Huh?
Till the next chapter?
Huh?
Huh?
Ponders
Nah... =P
Ron whispered Alohomora and the door swung open. You'd think That Voldemort would have put more protection on it. He tip-toed through the dark house to the sound of voices. "Wormtail, fetch some water, this chicken is awfully dry." Ron shivered. The snakelike voice continued. "Quick Wormtail! We haven't got all night. We must decide what to do with the girl." Rons heart rose. Hermione! She was alive! A voice in the back of his head whispered, they might be talking about her body. No, he thought firmly, she is alive. Now what to do. The voices were coming from a dining room across the hall. Surely Hermione would be somewhere near the top. Ron quietly walked into the hallway. "OWW," he cried out in pain as his leg broke.
A/N thank you for reviewing Jon! Lol. I love it when people put me on their favorite authors list. Hint hint to others. :D
To the story!
Hermione once again woke up with a headache. The pain from Voldemort was still coursed through her body. She was still in the room she'd been in before, she could see the couch. But she was on the floor. She made a move to stand up and fell back down. She was chained to the wall. The metal handcuffs were tight around her wrists, and were chained to a bracket to her left and right. Her feet thankfully remained unbound. She took a deep breath and started to clear her mind. How was she supposed to get out of this situation. She had no wand, no hands, and no light. It was hopeless. She thought about Ron and Harry. Did they care she was gone? What were they doing right now. She missed Ron so much. What if she never got to tell her she loved him again. Her stomach spasmed. DONT THINK THAT!
Professor Trewlaney shuffled into the room, dramaticly throwing her arms around and moaning. Ron, Harry, Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore all looked up. "I have found her, I have seen it!" She plopped down into a chair and fanned herself. Ron's heart jumped. They had found her! She wasn't dead! "Where is she!" he burst out.
"She is at He Who Must Not Be Named's house!" Proffesor mMcgonagall gasped. "Surely you are mistaken. Hermione Granger is...there?"
"I do not make mistake," Trewlaney said huffily sitting up straighter.
Ron had to go get her. He didn't care if she was at the bottom of the ocean, or the top of a mountain, he was going to save her, being in Voldemort's house made no difference to him. As if Dumbledore had sensed Ron and Harry's thoughts(Ron isn't the only one who cares about Ron! She has a best friend you know!) he jumped in. "Now you two, don't be getting any ideas. It is totally out of the question. After we have a formulated plan, I will go and rescue her."
"AND WHEN WILL THAT BE!" Ron jumped out of his chair, his temper flaring. "HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE! HE COULD BE TORTURING HER FOR ALL WE KNOW! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" the whole room was silent. None of them care, Ron thought.
"Ron, he's right, we couldn't possibly take him on." Harry spoke softly and slowly, as if he was resisting.
His temper had reached its climax "YOU OF ALL PEOPLE HARRY, SHOULD UNDERSTAND THIS!" With a final huff he ran out of Dumbledore's office and up to his dormitory. "ALOHOMORA!" he unlocked Harry's trunk and without another thought he had taken Harry's Firebolt, and flown out the window.
Hermione Whimpered as Voldemort paced the room. Could he not decide what to do with her? What was he waiting for! In a quick flash Voldemort spun around "CRUCIO!" Immense pain engulfed her body. Every inch of her flesh, and bone were being stabbed by burning knives. As the spell faded the pain got less and less painful, leaving her with a dull pain. "The love of your life isn't coming to save you is he." Voldemorts cold voice was full of mock. "He is leaving you here to die. All alone. He doesn't care about you. He would have come by now if he had, wouldn't he have."
Just block him out. Hermione's temper was once again rising. Don't listen to him, he's lying to you. Voldemort knew what she was doing and entered her mind. "AH," Hermione let out a cry of pain. "He's not coming. Your going to die, alone, in this room," her mind whispered, "This is your last chance to join me. You will never have to do this again." In a swift motion he left her thoughts and she once more had control. Hermione fell onto her knees and tried to regain her breathing. She looked up into his eyes and met an icy glare.
"He will come."
Ron sped through air. His face and hands were numb from the cold winter air that he was flying into. Its all for Hermione, he thought. Just the thought of her kept him riding. She would be ok. Once he got there, he knew she would be ok. She had to be. Ron gulped. She would be. He spotted the vast Riddle Mansion before he knew that it was. Sprawling the grounds, it looked like a picture from a book. He wondered what it would be like to live there. Instead of the burrow.... He looked down at his map and saw that behind the house was a grassy knoll he could land on. He steered the supreme broom left and around the house. Almost as reflex he made sure he had his wand, and dismounted. He'd just leave the broom right here.. He propped the broom up against the side of the house and stared at the moss covered door. He was about to do the unthinkable.
Should I make you wait?
Huh
Huh?
Till the next chapter?
Huh?
Huh?
Ponders
Nah... =P
Ron whispered Alohomora and the door swung open. You'd think That Voldemort would have put more protection on it. He tip-toed through the dark house to the sound of voices. "Wormtail, fetch some water, this chicken is awfully dry." Ron shivered. The snakelike voice continued. "Quick Wormtail! We haven't got all night. We must decide what to do with the girl." Rons heart rose. Hermione! She was alive! A voice in the back of his head whispered, they might be talking about her body. No, he thought firmly, she is alive. Now what to do. The voices were coming from a dining room across the hall. Surely Hermione would be somewhere near the top. Ron quietly walked into the hallway. "OWW," he cried out in pain as his leg broke.