Invisible
Invisible
The girl flattened her invisible body even more to the wall sucking in her stomach.
She studied the features of on Draco Malfloy. Malfloy she knew that he was a deatheater but she had never expected to be stuck in dark hallway with him. He was coming towards her.
She couldn't move she knew that even the slightest noise would be echoed threw the cavern but she couldn't stay where she was or he would most certainly touch her.
She took in her surroundings she knew where he was going he was most certainly going threw the hidden door that she had been trying to get threw for the last hour.
You see after school ended Harry and Ron had decided to become Aurors. Hermione on the other hand decided to go for journalism. She wanted to tell the true story. After a year of school she missed her friends so much that she transferred over and did a quick study course to catch up to them. Her brains and wit had served her well in Auror school but at the end Harry went to America and Ron got a job in the ministry. Hermione really didn't want any of this. She went back to journalism. That was until she got the news that while on a mission Ron had been killed by the very wizard he had been searching for a year for.
The young man withdrew his wand from his robes and Hermione ducked to avoid being touched. He touched the wand to the wall and a portion of the floor turned also bringing Hermione with it.
The boy turned to put his back against the wall standing inches to Hermione's right. She could smell him. the smell wasn't appalling. She turned her head and looked straight up into her face. He had changed he shifted not holding himself so arrogantly. He had grown taller he was still lean and muscley ever the quidditch player she thought. His face was still the same as she remembered it hard, but other then that much like a china doll. It looked drawn tough gone was the childish sneering naive tendencies. He looked tired.
The wall stopped moving and the boy in turn did to. Right over a crouching Hermione.
He stumbled but gained his footing quickly enough within seconds the room was white including the girl. He had cast a detection spell she knew.
She stood and drew her own wand in one smooth motion.
No sooner then she had raised her wand then it had flown away and into the boys hand.
She raised her chin a little ready to face death. 'Is this how Ron died?' She thought fleetingly. 'Why isn't he killing me?'
She closed her eyes as he muttered words but nothing happened. When she opened her eyes again he was eyeing her.
"Take off your cloak." His voice was deep and strong.
'What is he playing at?' she thought warily but she really had no better option.
She pulled the mask of her face revealing a black ski mask then shed the rest, long sleeved top, gloves, pants and boots to reveal a tight black suit of the likeness. Face still covered in a dark ski mask.
As soon as she was finished he called all the invisibility cloths to him and locked them plus wand in a trunk.
He straitened up to her his wand still at the ready.
She stared icily into his dead eyes. Something flicked over them recognition.
He knew those eyes those eyes that had so often scorned him that had battled for superiority.
"Granger"
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Invisible
The girl flattened her invisible body even more to the wall sucking in her stomach.
She studied the features of on Draco Malfloy. Malfloy she knew that he was a deatheater but she had never expected to be stuck in dark hallway with him. He was coming towards her.
She couldn't move she knew that even the slightest noise would be echoed threw the cavern but she couldn't stay where she was or he would most certainly touch her.
She took in her surroundings she knew where he was going he was most certainly going threw the hidden door that she had been trying to get threw for the last hour.
You see after school ended Harry and Ron had decided to become Aurors. Hermione on the other hand decided to go for journalism. She wanted to tell the true story. After a year of school she missed her friends so much that she transferred over and did a quick study course to catch up to them. Her brains and wit had served her well in Auror school but at the end Harry went to America and Ron got a job in the ministry. Hermione really didn't want any of this. She went back to journalism. That was until she got the news that while on a mission Ron had been killed by the very wizard he had been searching for a year for.
The young man withdrew his wand from his robes and Hermione ducked to avoid being touched. He touched the wand to the wall and a portion of the floor turned also bringing Hermione with it.
The boy turned to put his back against the wall standing inches to Hermione's right. She could smell him. the smell wasn't appalling. She turned her head and looked straight up into her face. He had changed he shifted not holding himself so arrogantly. He had grown taller he was still lean and muscley ever the quidditch player she thought. His face was still the same as she remembered it hard, but other then that much like a china doll. It looked drawn tough gone was the childish sneering naive tendencies. He looked tired.
The wall stopped moving and the boy in turn did to. Right over a crouching Hermione.
He stumbled but gained his footing quickly enough within seconds the room was white including the girl. He had cast a detection spell she knew.
She stood and drew her own wand in one smooth motion.
No sooner then she had raised her wand then it had flown away and into the boys hand.
She raised her chin a little ready to face death. 'Is this how Ron died?' She thought fleetingly. 'Why isn't he killing me?'
She closed her eyes as he muttered words but nothing happened. When she opened her eyes again he was eyeing her.
"Take off your cloak." His voice was deep and strong.
'What is he playing at?' she thought warily but she really had no better option.
She pulled the mask of her face revealing a black ski mask then shed the rest, long sleeved top, gloves, pants and boots to reveal a tight black suit of the likeness. Face still covered in a dark ski mask.
As soon as she was finished he called all the invisibility cloths to him and locked them plus wand in a trunk.
He straitened up to her his wand still at the ready.
She stared icily into his dead eyes. Something flicked over them recognition.
He knew those eyes those eyes that had so often scorned him that had battled for superiority.
"Granger"
Hope you liked it! More coming soon!