Back in the cave Ron put the knife in his pocket. He got his wand out and
muttered a spell. Hermione was now her cream nightgown. He picked her up
and placed her in a dark corner. Then he got his knife out and picked up a
rock on the ground. After he sat down on a boulder and started sharpening
his knife, for later.
10 minutes or so later Hermione woke up and saw Ron. Luckily he was facing her with his back. She quickly searched for an exit. She saw one but she would have to get by him first. She crawled to the other end of the cave. She was one crawl away from the exit when she stubbed her toe on a rock and yelped in pain. Ron looked up and saw her; she quickly got up and ran. She was running for what seamed like hours when she reached a forest. She hesitantly ran through it. Hermione had no idea where she was or what may lurk in this forest but it was better than being anywhere with Ron. It started to get dark and she was getting tired and hungry. She stopped to catch her breath. She was afraid, hurt and confused. She didn't know where she was or how she got here all she remembered was Ron coming up to her in the shower. She fell on the ground crying. It was cold and frightening she just wanted to wake up. She was just lying there crying when she heard faint footsteps. Her pulse shot up and she started to panic. She got up and started running again. She finally reached the end.
There was a lake. There were tall trees and tall grass growing freely. There was a lighthearted atmosphere in the air. It was fairy like and magical. There were wild flowers growing everywhere and butterflies dancing in the air. She was almost relaxed when she remembered that a psycho as not to far away out to kill her. It was a dead end. There were no other exits. There were only mountains. She heard his yelling. She quickly ran up to a wall and started climbing. It was hard because there wasn't always enough rocks to grab hold of. Her hands were weak and aching. She stopped climbing and turned around. She didn't she him. Then she looked down and saw him coming after her. She was scared to death. She hastily started climbing again. She was almost at the top when she was being pulled down. She tried to kick him but he pulled her down. She came falling down hard into the lake. She looked like a fallen angel. Her brown curls and cream nightgown made her seem angelic while she fell.
She tried to swim to the surface but her foot was caught. She tried to free herself but no avail. She struggled as she ran out of air. Then she heard a splash and saw Ron. She started to panic. She tried to break free but she just ended up getting more confusing. She was having hard time breathing. He had his knife with him he came up to her and took a swing at her but she blocked it and he cut the seaweed for her. She started to swim up to the surface. She took big long breaths. She was about to get out when he pulled her down again. He was chasing her. She was swimming away as fast as she could then he grabbed her wrist she started to struggle to get lose. She tried to break free of his strong grip but he was too strong. She was running out of air and soon was suffocating. He took a knife and cut her leg. She kicked him and swam to the surface. She got out and started climbing back up the wall. It was hard, with her injured leg and she was barely breathing. But the thought of Ron coming after her kept her strong; she needed to be for her own safety. She got to the top, but when she saw that she was on the top of a mountain she was terrified. There was no exit. Then a thought came to mind. She could jump off. She would die yes but at least she wouldn't die a slow painful death. Death; a simple 5-letter word that sent chills up any person's spine. Death. She looked down and took a deep breath. She advanced up to the very edge and prayed it would be worth it.
Meanwhile at Hogwarts the teachers were worrying with dread. Some were busy trying to figure out where they were and others were trying to figure out who helped them.
"Minerva how are we going to find out what hooligans helped Mr. Weasly?"
"Simple either he got help from a teacher or an A+ student in dark arts and he stole the ingredients."
"Wait Severus has the supplies and he's always wanted to be a dark arts teacher so he must be good at it. And he hates Ms. Granger."
"Now Dormiens (made up. First name of Pr Binns) we can't go jumping to conclusions. I'm sure Severus wouldn't do anything to hurt miss Granger."
"Did somebody say my name?"
"Yes Severus I was just explaining how you didn't help anyone with any difficult spell or give out any restricted ingredients that may concern miss Granger's disappearance."
"Well actually I did help Mr. Goyle with a few difficult spell and give him some materials but only because he was failing potions and defense against the dark arts."
"You did what?"
"Well he is in my House and I am his teacher."
"But you are in position to give him out restricted substances to students and are especially under no position to teach defense against the dark arts when you obviously aren't a dark arts teacher Severus."
"I was simply helping a student Minerva, and I should have gotten the position of the dark arts teacher."
"You put a student in danger."
"Are you suggesting that Mr. Goyle helped Mr. Weasly?"
"Yes."
"That's preposterous they hate each other."
"But they both hate Ms. Granger."
10 minutes or so later Hermione woke up and saw Ron. Luckily he was facing her with his back. She quickly searched for an exit. She saw one but she would have to get by him first. She crawled to the other end of the cave. She was one crawl away from the exit when she stubbed her toe on a rock and yelped in pain. Ron looked up and saw her; she quickly got up and ran. She was running for what seamed like hours when she reached a forest. She hesitantly ran through it. Hermione had no idea where she was or what may lurk in this forest but it was better than being anywhere with Ron. It started to get dark and she was getting tired and hungry. She stopped to catch her breath. She was afraid, hurt and confused. She didn't know where she was or how she got here all she remembered was Ron coming up to her in the shower. She fell on the ground crying. It was cold and frightening she just wanted to wake up. She was just lying there crying when she heard faint footsteps. Her pulse shot up and she started to panic. She got up and started running again. She finally reached the end.
There was a lake. There were tall trees and tall grass growing freely. There was a lighthearted atmosphere in the air. It was fairy like and magical. There were wild flowers growing everywhere and butterflies dancing in the air. She was almost relaxed when she remembered that a psycho as not to far away out to kill her. It was a dead end. There were no other exits. There were only mountains. She heard his yelling. She quickly ran up to a wall and started climbing. It was hard because there wasn't always enough rocks to grab hold of. Her hands were weak and aching. She stopped climbing and turned around. She didn't she him. Then she looked down and saw him coming after her. She was scared to death. She hastily started climbing again. She was almost at the top when she was being pulled down. She tried to kick him but he pulled her down. She came falling down hard into the lake. She looked like a fallen angel. Her brown curls and cream nightgown made her seem angelic while she fell.
She tried to swim to the surface but her foot was caught. She tried to free herself but no avail. She struggled as she ran out of air. Then she heard a splash and saw Ron. She started to panic. She tried to break free but she just ended up getting more confusing. She was having hard time breathing. He had his knife with him he came up to her and took a swing at her but she blocked it and he cut the seaweed for her. She started to swim up to the surface. She took big long breaths. She was about to get out when he pulled her down again. He was chasing her. She was swimming away as fast as she could then he grabbed her wrist she started to struggle to get lose. She tried to break free of his strong grip but he was too strong. She was running out of air and soon was suffocating. He took a knife and cut her leg. She kicked him and swam to the surface. She got out and started climbing back up the wall. It was hard, with her injured leg and she was barely breathing. But the thought of Ron coming after her kept her strong; she needed to be for her own safety. She got to the top, but when she saw that she was on the top of a mountain she was terrified. There was no exit. Then a thought came to mind. She could jump off. She would die yes but at least she wouldn't die a slow painful death. Death; a simple 5-letter word that sent chills up any person's spine. Death. She looked down and took a deep breath. She advanced up to the very edge and prayed it would be worth it.
Meanwhile at Hogwarts the teachers were worrying with dread. Some were busy trying to figure out where they were and others were trying to figure out who helped them.
"Minerva how are we going to find out what hooligans helped Mr. Weasly?"
"Simple either he got help from a teacher or an A+ student in dark arts and he stole the ingredients."
"Wait Severus has the supplies and he's always wanted to be a dark arts teacher so he must be good at it. And he hates Ms. Granger."
"Now Dormiens (made up. First name of Pr Binns) we can't go jumping to conclusions. I'm sure Severus wouldn't do anything to hurt miss Granger."
"Did somebody say my name?"
"Yes Severus I was just explaining how you didn't help anyone with any difficult spell or give out any restricted ingredients that may concern miss Granger's disappearance."
"Well actually I did help Mr. Goyle with a few difficult spell and give him some materials but only because he was failing potions and defense against the dark arts."
"You did what?"
"Well he is in my House and I am his teacher."
"But you are in position to give him out restricted substances to students and are especially under no position to teach defense against the dark arts when you obviously aren't a dark arts teacher Severus."
"I was simply helping a student Minerva, and I should have gotten the position of the dark arts teacher."
"You put a student in danger."
"Are you suggesting that Mr. Goyle helped Mr. Weasly?"
"Yes."
"That's preposterous they hate each other."
"But they both hate Ms. Granger."