Trapped
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While Draco was commiserating himself over his rotten luck, Ron was wondering why on earth someone was shining a light in his face. Surely it wasn't time to get up yet?
"Weasley, wake up," said a rather grouchy voice, that neither belonged to his mother nor any of his roommates, but seemed to belong to the foot that was kicking him in the side.
"Snape?!?" Ron opened his eyes in horror, only to discover that he wasn't actually in bed, and that, yes, the voice and foot bother belonged to his potions master.
"That's *Professor* to you, Weasley. Learn some respect or you will be in even more trouble than you already are. If that's possible."
"Trouble?" Ron swallowed hard, and wondered what on earth he could have done this time. It took him quite awhile, which was rather sad considering the fact that he was currently lying on the floor of the caved in dungeon.
"Oh," he said after awhile. "That."
"Yes," the Professor hissed. "*That*. We are trapped, Weasley. TRAPPED in this dungeon, all because of your childish behaviour. There is no way out, and there is no way in. We are all stuck here together until someone comes to rescue us. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Er. . . oops."
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There was a screech from a few feet away from where Ron was lying and Hermione sat up, a look of disgust upon her face.
"Harry! You were *touching* me!"
"Er, was I?"
"Just because the whole, FREAKING castle has collapsed - thanks to you, I might add - and we are all probably going to DIE down here, that gives you NO right to *touch* me."
"It wasn't my fault! It was Ron's piece of Grindylow spleen!"
"Hey!" said Ron, realising that Harry was right, but not wanting to cop the blame. "You started it!"
"I did not!"
"You did too - and it was Hermione's fault for not warning us about Snape."
"*I'm* warning you *now*, Weasley."
"ME!?!" Hermione shrieked. "There's no way you can pin this on me, Ron. It was entirely Harry and your fault this time."
"Well, maybe Neville should have been paying more attention to what was going in his cauldron," said Harry, scowling at the still unconscious boy.
"You can't blame this on Neville! It's Snape's fault for sneaking up on us!"
"SILENCE!" the potions master yelled. He grabbed Ron by the neck of his robes and pulled him up so their faces were only inches apart. "I have had enough of this disrespect, Weasley. 200 points from Gryffindor and be glad you haven't been expelled. . . yet. As for who's fault it is, it is *everyone's* fault," he paused. "Except mine. And don't even consider accusing me again, Weasley or you will wish you were never born."
Ron gulped as Snape threw him back down on the ground.
"Uh, Professor?" said a slimy voice from across the room. "It wasn't *my* fault. I was on the other side of the room -"
"As you are not *me*, Malfoy, it *was* your fault. Don't contradict me. Ever."
Understandably, Professor Snape was in a rather foul mood - after all, the rest of the Hogwarts castle had just crushed his beautiful dungeons, and it would probably be days before they were found - if ever. The fact that he might possibly die in the same room (if it could be called so now that the roof was considerably closer to the floor, there was rubble and dust and massive chunks of rock sprawled across the room, and there was no way out) as Potter and his little fan club was more than Snape could bear, and he scowled menacingly.
Harry, Ron and Hermione all saw this look on his face and decided that perhaps they shouldn't say anything else, and instead sat huddled in the corner farthest away from the angry man. Malfoy didn't see the scowl, but was still sulking after being blamed by his favourite teacher for something he hadn't done. He sniffed quietly and wondered what on earth he had done to deserve this.
And so the five people sat in silence, with only Professor Snapes wand shedding light on the bleak situation. Longbottom, who had been hit by the full force of the explosion, was still out cold.
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A/N: Another short chapter, huh? Do forgive me :P Chocolate frogs to all you wonderful people who have reviewed. I've also updated "So that's what they call it now" if any of you were following that. I accidentally deleted it last night, and have lost all my reviews :'( but it's back up again with the latest chapter.
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While Draco was commiserating himself over his rotten luck, Ron was wondering why on earth someone was shining a light in his face. Surely it wasn't time to get up yet?
"Weasley, wake up," said a rather grouchy voice, that neither belonged to his mother nor any of his roommates, but seemed to belong to the foot that was kicking him in the side.
"Snape?!?" Ron opened his eyes in horror, only to discover that he wasn't actually in bed, and that, yes, the voice and foot bother belonged to his potions master.
"That's *Professor* to you, Weasley. Learn some respect or you will be in even more trouble than you already are. If that's possible."
"Trouble?" Ron swallowed hard, and wondered what on earth he could have done this time. It took him quite awhile, which was rather sad considering the fact that he was currently lying on the floor of the caved in dungeon.
"Oh," he said after awhile. "That."
"Yes," the Professor hissed. "*That*. We are trapped, Weasley. TRAPPED in this dungeon, all because of your childish behaviour. There is no way out, and there is no way in. We are all stuck here together until someone comes to rescue us. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Er. . . oops."
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There was a screech from a few feet away from where Ron was lying and Hermione sat up, a look of disgust upon her face.
"Harry! You were *touching* me!"
"Er, was I?"
"Just because the whole, FREAKING castle has collapsed - thanks to you, I might add - and we are all probably going to DIE down here, that gives you NO right to *touch* me."
"It wasn't my fault! It was Ron's piece of Grindylow spleen!"
"Hey!" said Ron, realising that Harry was right, but not wanting to cop the blame. "You started it!"
"I did not!"
"You did too - and it was Hermione's fault for not warning us about Snape."
"*I'm* warning you *now*, Weasley."
"ME!?!" Hermione shrieked. "There's no way you can pin this on me, Ron. It was entirely Harry and your fault this time."
"Well, maybe Neville should have been paying more attention to what was going in his cauldron," said Harry, scowling at the still unconscious boy.
"You can't blame this on Neville! It's Snape's fault for sneaking up on us!"
"SILENCE!" the potions master yelled. He grabbed Ron by the neck of his robes and pulled him up so their faces were only inches apart. "I have had enough of this disrespect, Weasley. 200 points from Gryffindor and be glad you haven't been expelled. . . yet. As for who's fault it is, it is *everyone's* fault," he paused. "Except mine. And don't even consider accusing me again, Weasley or you will wish you were never born."
Ron gulped as Snape threw him back down on the ground.
"Uh, Professor?" said a slimy voice from across the room. "It wasn't *my* fault. I was on the other side of the room -"
"As you are not *me*, Malfoy, it *was* your fault. Don't contradict me. Ever."
Understandably, Professor Snape was in a rather foul mood - after all, the rest of the Hogwarts castle had just crushed his beautiful dungeons, and it would probably be days before they were found - if ever. The fact that he might possibly die in the same room (if it could be called so now that the roof was considerably closer to the floor, there was rubble and dust and massive chunks of rock sprawled across the room, and there was no way out) as Potter and his little fan club was more than Snape could bear, and he scowled menacingly.
Harry, Ron and Hermione all saw this look on his face and decided that perhaps they shouldn't say anything else, and instead sat huddled in the corner farthest away from the angry man. Malfoy didn't see the scowl, but was still sulking after being blamed by his favourite teacher for something he hadn't done. He sniffed quietly and wondered what on earth he had done to deserve this.
And so the five people sat in silence, with only Professor Snapes wand shedding light on the bleak situation. Longbottom, who had been hit by the full force of the explosion, was still out cold.
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A/N: Another short chapter, huh? Do forgive me :P Chocolate frogs to all you wonderful people who have reviewed. I've also updated "So that's what they call it now" if any of you were following that. I accidentally deleted it last night, and have lost all my reviews :'( but it's back up again with the latest chapter.