Chapter II: Cold and dark...
Author: Culf
AN: Ok, from now on, I writing because people told me to, and because I felt like it. I didn't write this to win the Nobel litterateur prize, and if anyone expects quality, then go read something else. This hasn't even been beta-read. I just wrote it after school one day, and sent it trough a spell-check. I've re-read the chapter once, and then I didn't change it. Sorry guys. I might work harder on it if I got some reviews.
Harry was dead. Ron had lost his best friend, and his other friend was at the hospital, petrified. He was all alone.
Alone. Ron, with all his brothers and his sister, had never really felt alone before. Well, at times, he may have, but this was different. This time, he was lonely, and that was a horrible feeling. What was he going to do?
"Ron? Ron? It was the basilisk. The poison killed him. Oh Ron. I didn't mean to. I didn't. But it still is my fault. Ron, what am I gonna do? What are we gonna do?" Ginny rambled, tears pouring down her face. She was still holding Harry.
Harry. They were going to get him out of there. They were all going to get out of there.
"Come on, Ginny. We got to get out. You need to get the hospital wing, and mom and dad are worried sick about you. If they find out I went down here too..." he didn't finish.
Mom and dad were here? She couldn't face them. Not after what had happened down here. But Harry had to get out. He couldn't stay in this cold, dark place.
"How are we gonna get Harry with us?" She said, to make sure Ron wasn't planning on leaving him there.
"I'll carry him. I'll manage." Ron would manage to carry Harry. He had been small for his age, and skinny too, and Ron was tall, but he wouldn't have left him if he was the size of Hagrid.
Ginny slowly picked up Harry's wand. She had been planning on leaving the book behind, but she would have to explain why she had done the things she had. Then she saw two other items as well. The sorting hat and.. a sword? A sword smothered in blood. Basilisk blood. So that was how Harry had defeated that great snake! She wiped it clean on her robe, and brought it too... Harry should be buried with it, like the heroes of old. Or at least she thought so.
Ron picked Harry up. He was heavier then he had reckoned. Just skin and bones, but still heavy . And still warm. He made for the exit, trying not to step on rat-sculls and other bones he did not recognize, and he did not want to speculate in whom they might have belonged to. Ginny trailed him in the dark corridor, looking paler then ever. He suddenly felt an urge to put an arm around her and tell her everything would be all right. But how could it?
He walked without paying attention to the hallways around him, and he had stopped paying attention to what he was stepping on. The only thing he noticed was Ginny's sobs, and how the heat rushed from Harry's body, the same way blood rushed from his face. His lips were blue now, and his face was deadly pale. What would Hermione say when she woke up? Merlin, Hermione. At least she might wake.
Lockhart was sitting on the floor, drawing a pattern in the filth, looking as an innocent little child. But this was no place to be a child, was it? This was no place to be...
Lockhart glared at Ron when he stepped on his pattern, his beautiful pattern. Then he noticed Harry.
"Is he sleeping? Odd time to sleep, isn't it. Too early. Besides, he should.." But Ron never waited to find out what Harry should. He cut Lockhart off with a cold glare and a question.
"Did you find another exit, as I told you to?" He had reckoned that Salazar Slyterin, who, in his mind, looked like Snape, would look ridicules climbing that passage, so it had to be a stair or something nearby.
"Well, yes, I did." Lockhart sounded a bit hurt over not being allowed to tell exactly what he thought that boy should. He had, after all, always gotten the attention he wanted when he opened his mouth, and a simple thing like loosing his memory wouldn't stop him from liking the sound of his own voice. "Actually, it's right over there." He pointed at a hall covered in darkness.
"Professor, I think it's time to get out of here. Yes, that's you." Ron said annoyed as Lockhart walked behind Ginny. They made an odd group, the four of them, as they walked that spiral staircase. There really was no need for walking, as it had been enchanted so the steps of it moved upwards, but it was quicker that way, and he wanted out desperately. He had heard of muggle devices that worked like this, but he found it hard to believe that something like this could be made without magic.
He could hear Ginny sniffing, right behind him, but when he turned to look, he could not see it. It was too dark. The stairs ended abruptly, and Ron frowned to find nothing but a wall on the top of it. Why did they have to build a wall right there? How were they going to get out now? He kicked at the wall, mad at life itself, but his foot did not connect with anything. It went right trough! He kicked again. Nothing. Then he tried to step trough it, and it worked. It was like platform 9 ¾, but when he touched the wall from outside, it was as solid as ever. Seconds later, Ginny and Lockhart emitted from the wall as well, and Ron noticed for the first time that Ginny was holding a sword, but he did not bother to think of it.
There was a noise. Ron couldn't make it out at first, cause it was so wrong. Someone giggled.
"Harry died? That's great! Now he can share my toilet."
"No Myrtle, he can't" Ron answered angrily. Myrtles comment had made Ginny break into another fit of sobs. "He didn't return as a goste, like you did. He's gone forever." How could she be so insensitive? With a disappointed sniff she dived into the toilet, probably to ponder about death in the u- bend. Then Ron remembered what he had said. He didn't return as a goast! Why? He could have couldn't he? Why did he leave him here, all alone, when he could have returned, more or less? His mourning turned to anger. Why did he leave him and Hermione?
Skinny as Harry was, he still was heavy to drag around, and even if Ron would rather die than admit it, his arms were aching. He walked like zombie, his eyes glazed and red-brimmed. He could still hear random sobs from Ginny. Lockhart had finally gotten the mind to stay quiet. For the moment he was looking at all the pictures he past. Normally, these hallways would have been filled with students, but not now. Everybody was in their common rooms.
Well, nearly everybody.
AN: Not too great, I know, but I warned you. Please review, and I'll be forever grateful!!!TBC...
Author: Culf
AN: Ok, from now on, I writing because people told me to, and because I felt like it. I didn't write this to win the Nobel litterateur prize, and if anyone expects quality, then go read something else. This hasn't even been beta-read. I just wrote it after school one day, and sent it trough a spell-check. I've re-read the chapter once, and then I didn't change it. Sorry guys. I might work harder on it if I got some reviews.
Harry was dead. Ron had lost his best friend, and his other friend was at the hospital, petrified. He was all alone.
Alone. Ron, with all his brothers and his sister, had never really felt alone before. Well, at times, he may have, but this was different. This time, he was lonely, and that was a horrible feeling. What was he going to do?
"Ron? Ron? It was the basilisk. The poison killed him. Oh Ron. I didn't mean to. I didn't. But it still is my fault. Ron, what am I gonna do? What are we gonna do?" Ginny rambled, tears pouring down her face. She was still holding Harry.
Harry. They were going to get him out of there. They were all going to get out of there.
"Come on, Ginny. We got to get out. You need to get the hospital wing, and mom and dad are worried sick about you. If they find out I went down here too..." he didn't finish.
Mom and dad were here? She couldn't face them. Not after what had happened down here. But Harry had to get out. He couldn't stay in this cold, dark place.
"How are we gonna get Harry with us?" She said, to make sure Ron wasn't planning on leaving him there.
"I'll carry him. I'll manage." Ron would manage to carry Harry. He had been small for his age, and skinny too, and Ron was tall, but he wouldn't have left him if he was the size of Hagrid.
Ginny slowly picked up Harry's wand. She had been planning on leaving the book behind, but she would have to explain why she had done the things she had. Then she saw two other items as well. The sorting hat and.. a sword? A sword smothered in blood. Basilisk blood. So that was how Harry had defeated that great snake! She wiped it clean on her robe, and brought it too... Harry should be buried with it, like the heroes of old. Or at least she thought so.
Ron picked Harry up. He was heavier then he had reckoned. Just skin and bones, but still heavy . And still warm. He made for the exit, trying not to step on rat-sculls and other bones he did not recognize, and he did not want to speculate in whom they might have belonged to. Ginny trailed him in the dark corridor, looking paler then ever. He suddenly felt an urge to put an arm around her and tell her everything would be all right. But how could it?
He walked without paying attention to the hallways around him, and he had stopped paying attention to what he was stepping on. The only thing he noticed was Ginny's sobs, and how the heat rushed from Harry's body, the same way blood rushed from his face. His lips were blue now, and his face was deadly pale. What would Hermione say when she woke up? Merlin, Hermione. At least she might wake.
Lockhart was sitting on the floor, drawing a pattern in the filth, looking as an innocent little child. But this was no place to be a child, was it? This was no place to be...
Lockhart glared at Ron when he stepped on his pattern, his beautiful pattern. Then he noticed Harry.
"Is he sleeping? Odd time to sleep, isn't it. Too early. Besides, he should.." But Ron never waited to find out what Harry should. He cut Lockhart off with a cold glare and a question.
"Did you find another exit, as I told you to?" He had reckoned that Salazar Slyterin, who, in his mind, looked like Snape, would look ridicules climbing that passage, so it had to be a stair or something nearby.
"Well, yes, I did." Lockhart sounded a bit hurt over not being allowed to tell exactly what he thought that boy should. He had, after all, always gotten the attention he wanted when he opened his mouth, and a simple thing like loosing his memory wouldn't stop him from liking the sound of his own voice. "Actually, it's right over there." He pointed at a hall covered in darkness.
"Professor, I think it's time to get out of here. Yes, that's you." Ron said annoyed as Lockhart walked behind Ginny. They made an odd group, the four of them, as they walked that spiral staircase. There really was no need for walking, as it had been enchanted so the steps of it moved upwards, but it was quicker that way, and he wanted out desperately. He had heard of muggle devices that worked like this, but he found it hard to believe that something like this could be made without magic.
He could hear Ginny sniffing, right behind him, but when he turned to look, he could not see it. It was too dark. The stairs ended abruptly, and Ron frowned to find nothing but a wall on the top of it. Why did they have to build a wall right there? How were they going to get out now? He kicked at the wall, mad at life itself, but his foot did not connect with anything. It went right trough! He kicked again. Nothing. Then he tried to step trough it, and it worked. It was like platform 9 ¾, but when he touched the wall from outside, it was as solid as ever. Seconds later, Ginny and Lockhart emitted from the wall as well, and Ron noticed for the first time that Ginny was holding a sword, but he did not bother to think of it.
There was a noise. Ron couldn't make it out at first, cause it was so wrong. Someone giggled.
"Harry died? That's great! Now he can share my toilet."
"No Myrtle, he can't" Ron answered angrily. Myrtles comment had made Ginny break into another fit of sobs. "He didn't return as a goste, like you did. He's gone forever." How could she be so insensitive? With a disappointed sniff she dived into the toilet, probably to ponder about death in the u- bend. Then Ron remembered what he had said. He didn't return as a goast! Why? He could have couldn't he? Why did he leave him here, all alone, when he could have returned, more or less? His mourning turned to anger. Why did he leave him and Hermione?
Skinny as Harry was, he still was heavy to drag around, and even if Ron would rather die than admit it, his arms were aching. He walked like zombie, his eyes glazed and red-brimmed. He could still hear random sobs from Ginny. Lockhart had finally gotten the mind to stay quiet. For the moment he was looking at all the pictures he past. Normally, these hallways would have been filled with students, but not now. Everybody was in their common rooms.
Well, nearly everybody.
AN: Not too great, I know, but I warned you. Please review, and I'll be forever grateful!!!TBC...