Chapter 15: Gertrude's Pleas
Professor Gertrude was sitting in her office, a quill in her hand. After she heard Luna say "Lord" in front of Harry and Hermione she knew she needed help. They now knew way too much. She was desperate for help. Any one would do. She couldn't keep up with Potter and Granger. As if he was expecting Gertrude to fail eventually. He already had a substitute, or as she herself galled it, help. He thought since a girl couldn't contain Potter that perhaps a male could. But he was no ordinary guy. This person was none other than Lucius Malfoy.
Dear Master
I have some very unfortunate news to tell you. Luna Lovegood has been given a remedy. And just now she told that Potter and Granger kids that I was writing to you. She did not say it in those exact words. But she did mention Lord. And after seeing the look on their faces, I think they know it is you I write to. Master, I need help. I can not keep those nosey kids from finding out more information about your plan. If I could have someone follow them all the time, I could do what it is you want me to do. I could study Potter when he is not aware allot better. Master, please don't be angry with me. I'm doing the best I can.
Yours faithfully in service,
Greta Gertrude
She looked over her letter and sighed. I hope he sends some help soon. I can't handle them. I've never been patient. Not even with my younger sister. She thinks to herself. She gets up and heads to her fire place. She starts a red fire with her wand and troughs the letter into it. As it touches the flames, it does not burn. Sparks come from the letter and it merely disappears as the flames consume it.
At a creepy, worn down, old house, Voldemort sees his fireplace turn bright red. She has something to say to me. A failure of hers no doubt. He thinks as the letter fly's toward him. He opens it to find he was right all along. After skimming it over only once he rips it up and trough's it in the fire. He watches as it burns into nothing.
"How can he escape everyone and manage to still find out my plan every time. I have mad sure he has had trouble, a lot of it. His friends are dying slowly, one by one. And yet he still found out about me." His anger was growing deeper and deeper.
Back at Hogwarts Harry felt a sharp pain across his scar. Voldemort must be upset about something. He thought as he still looked at Luna and Ron in the Hospital Wing.
"Wormtail! Get Lucius for me. Tell him I have a job for him. Now!" Voldemort yelled at a quivering Wormtail.
After a few days of classes and visiting Ron and Luna in the Hospital Wing, Harry and Hermione had been getting less sleep. They were very tired. Harry spent restless nights sitting in a chair beside Ron. Hermione too was restless at nights, but her reason was not as dark and as burdening as Harry's. She kept dreaming of herself giving a present. At first she always thought it was a dress robe. But every time Ron opened it, it turned into a vine, and would begin strangling him. Harry on the other hand, the cold voice kept telling him to just give up. That Ron was going to die, and he could do nothing. But strangely he could still not identify who this voice belonged to. It was as if the voice itself was preventing him from finding out.
"Who are you? You can't be me; I would never give up on Ron. Never" He said to the voice one night.
"I am you; you just do not realize it yet. But you will, you will. Don't you worry about that!" It said as it disappeared.
Professor Gertrude was sitting at her desk grading papers when a letter flew towards her. It was a black envelop that held a piece of parchment. She looked at it and knew it was from her master. She opened it eagerly, hoping he would send her some help.
Gertrude
I'm very disappointed in you. It seems you can not handle a 16 year old boy. I have thought about it, and I have decided that I will give you one more chance to do something right. This is your last chance Greta. Don't disappoint me again. I will not give you some one to help you. You got yourself into this mess, and you, and you alone can fix it. And you had better fix it. One week that is all I give you. If by then you have still failed miserably, I will then decide what to do with you. Maybe if you're lucky I will spare you. But ONLY if you are lucky, and my mood is right.
I'm warning you!
Gertrude crumpled up the paper and threw it into the fire. She stared at her desk, how was she going to make things right in one week. How was she to kill Luna, Ron and Harry and his little friend, Granger? She stood up and began to pace in her room, thinking of all the things she could do. But every one she thought of was as useless as the last. She either couldn't do it with out some one hearing her do it, or Dumbledore would find out and he would stop her. Just then a brilliant idea came into her mind. She would sneak up on them at night, and stun Harry and Hermione. Then she would kill Ron and Luna first. Then she would do the same to Harry and Hermione. They could see and know what she would do, but would be powerless to stop her.
A few nights she tried to watch Harry and Hermione but every time she went to the Hospital wing there was someone there. The first night after she received the letter from her master, Madame was there. The next Ginny was there and she would not leave. Harry and Hermione tried to convince her to go to bed and get good nights sleep, but it was no use. She had made up her mind and there was no changing it. Then Dumbledore came in and wanted to talk to them about how Luna and Ron were. She knew she could not stay there; Dumbledore was good at knowing if a person was there. Even if they were hidden.
The next night she made sure to go past the Hospital wing and check and see when they went to bed. Then she would head back to her office and prepare for the following night.
She slipped into her invisibility cloak and headed to the hospital wing. As she slipped into the room the door squeaked noisily. Harry looked up and searched the room. Who could have made that noise? It definitely was no one else in here; they were all either asleep or out cold. Harry thought to himself.
Gertrude stood still as Harry looked right through her. She was just by the door, and hoped Harry would look away soon so she could watch him. Harry went back to bed when he was certain that no one was there. But unfortunately for him, he was no Mad Eye Moody. He could not see through anything. He could not see if anyone was running down the hall away from them or if someone was standing outside the door, watching.
Gertrude sighed lightly as Harry fell fast asleep again. She sat down in an empty chair beside Luna a watched. After about half an hour of nothing, she was beginning to get tired. Sleep slowly crept upon her. She could no longer keep her eyes open. But she had to; she had to see what Potter did when he was there. This was vital for her plan to work.
Harry woke up when it was barely light out. He heard a great big grunt, as though someone had snored. But once again he could see nothing. As he returned to his sleep, Gertrude woke up. She had fallen asleep. She looked around and saw nothing. This was a waste of the sleep. She thought as she got up. She was beginning to get hot under the cloak. She headed out the door and up to bed.
The next day Harry told Hermione what he had heard.
"Harry, maybe you were just so tired you heard things. It happens." Hermione replied.
"Well maybe you're right. I have been very tired lately." Harry replied back.
"I know, I can tell. You don't look so good at all. Sleeping well?" Hermione asked.
"No! I keep dreaming of the voice. He keeps telling me Ron's going to die and to give up!" He replies yawning.
Hermione looks at the floor. What he had just said, hit her badly.
"I'm sorry Hermione. I don't believe it and neither should you." Harry reassured her.
"Alright." She said.
"You don't look to good yourself either Hermione. You have a bad sleep too?" Harry asked her.
"No! I keep dreaming I'm giving Ron the dress robe, but it ends up being a vine and strangling him Harry. It's horrible." Hermione says sadly.
"It's not your fault Hermione. It's hers!' he said hinting at Gertrude. 'You mustn't blame yourself." Harry stated.
"I know, but..." Hermione began as Harry cut her off.
"No, it's not your fault." He said again.
"Right!" she said.
That night she crept into the Hospital wing again. She was covered by the invisibility cloak yet again. She couldn't wait ill she was done and could get it off.
As she pulled out her wand and began to take in a breath to stun Harry and Hermione, she gasped as she saw that Harry and Hermione were not there alone. Ginny, Fred, George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there. She cursed under her breath. They were there to visit Ron and Luna. She crept slowly and quietly out of the wing and headed back up to her office. She could not believe her luck.
"How could it always happen? I should have gotten rid of them when I had the chance a few nights ago." She hissed to herself in anger.
Back in Gertrude's office she was beginning to write another note to her master. She failed, again. But before she could finish it, a black envelope flew to her and landed on her desk. She shook as she opened it. She read aloud to herself, but quietly so no one could over hear.
Gertrude,
You have failed, again! Yes I know. I always know. And for your stupidity, I have decided to send Lucius Malfoy to help you. You will listen to the ideas he has. He has a son there and can be of great value. This is you're last chance. Don't disappoint me again. You can thank Lucius for you're life. I was going to kill you. But he insisted that I should keep you. That he could use you. The next time, some one can beg for you're life, but I will not listen. I'm warning you Greta.
Don't do it again.
At Voldemort's hide out Lucius stood before him. He looked at his master with pleasure.
"Lucius, I did not break you out of prison to disappoint me. It took great planning to get you out unnoticed. You will do as she says. But you will report to me everything she has you do. If you feel you should be doing something more productive. Or for example her plan is useless; you may do as you wish. I would eventually have you replace her, but not at this moment. You still need her. Now go. And tell you're son that I look forward to having him help you, help me in my cause." Voldemort said.
Before disappearing from Voldemort's view Lucius replies "Yes master. I will not be as foolish as her. I promise you. I have business with Potter. I will not let him get away with sending me to prison."
Professor Gertrude was sitting in her office, a quill in her hand. After she heard Luna say "Lord" in front of Harry and Hermione she knew she needed help. They now knew way too much. She was desperate for help. Any one would do. She couldn't keep up with Potter and Granger. As if he was expecting Gertrude to fail eventually. He already had a substitute, or as she herself galled it, help. He thought since a girl couldn't contain Potter that perhaps a male could. But he was no ordinary guy. This person was none other than Lucius Malfoy.
Dear Master
I have some very unfortunate news to tell you. Luna Lovegood has been given a remedy. And just now she told that Potter and Granger kids that I was writing to you. She did not say it in those exact words. But she did mention Lord. And after seeing the look on their faces, I think they know it is you I write to. Master, I need help. I can not keep those nosey kids from finding out more information about your plan. If I could have someone follow them all the time, I could do what it is you want me to do. I could study Potter when he is not aware allot better. Master, please don't be angry with me. I'm doing the best I can.
Yours faithfully in service,
Greta Gertrude
She looked over her letter and sighed. I hope he sends some help soon. I can't handle them. I've never been patient. Not even with my younger sister. She thinks to herself. She gets up and heads to her fire place. She starts a red fire with her wand and troughs the letter into it. As it touches the flames, it does not burn. Sparks come from the letter and it merely disappears as the flames consume it.
At a creepy, worn down, old house, Voldemort sees his fireplace turn bright red. She has something to say to me. A failure of hers no doubt. He thinks as the letter fly's toward him. He opens it to find he was right all along. After skimming it over only once he rips it up and trough's it in the fire. He watches as it burns into nothing.
"How can he escape everyone and manage to still find out my plan every time. I have mad sure he has had trouble, a lot of it. His friends are dying slowly, one by one. And yet he still found out about me." His anger was growing deeper and deeper.
Back at Hogwarts Harry felt a sharp pain across his scar. Voldemort must be upset about something. He thought as he still looked at Luna and Ron in the Hospital Wing.
"Wormtail! Get Lucius for me. Tell him I have a job for him. Now!" Voldemort yelled at a quivering Wormtail.
After a few days of classes and visiting Ron and Luna in the Hospital Wing, Harry and Hermione had been getting less sleep. They were very tired. Harry spent restless nights sitting in a chair beside Ron. Hermione too was restless at nights, but her reason was not as dark and as burdening as Harry's. She kept dreaming of herself giving a present. At first she always thought it was a dress robe. But every time Ron opened it, it turned into a vine, and would begin strangling him. Harry on the other hand, the cold voice kept telling him to just give up. That Ron was going to die, and he could do nothing. But strangely he could still not identify who this voice belonged to. It was as if the voice itself was preventing him from finding out.
"Who are you? You can't be me; I would never give up on Ron. Never" He said to the voice one night.
"I am you; you just do not realize it yet. But you will, you will. Don't you worry about that!" It said as it disappeared.
Professor Gertrude was sitting at her desk grading papers when a letter flew towards her. It was a black envelop that held a piece of parchment. She looked at it and knew it was from her master. She opened it eagerly, hoping he would send her some help.
Gertrude
I'm very disappointed in you. It seems you can not handle a 16 year old boy. I have thought about it, and I have decided that I will give you one more chance to do something right. This is your last chance Greta. Don't disappoint me again. I will not give you some one to help you. You got yourself into this mess, and you, and you alone can fix it. And you had better fix it. One week that is all I give you. If by then you have still failed miserably, I will then decide what to do with you. Maybe if you're lucky I will spare you. But ONLY if you are lucky, and my mood is right.
I'm warning you!
Gertrude crumpled up the paper and threw it into the fire. She stared at her desk, how was she going to make things right in one week. How was she to kill Luna, Ron and Harry and his little friend, Granger? She stood up and began to pace in her room, thinking of all the things she could do. But every one she thought of was as useless as the last. She either couldn't do it with out some one hearing her do it, or Dumbledore would find out and he would stop her. Just then a brilliant idea came into her mind. She would sneak up on them at night, and stun Harry and Hermione. Then she would kill Ron and Luna first. Then she would do the same to Harry and Hermione. They could see and know what she would do, but would be powerless to stop her.
A few nights she tried to watch Harry and Hermione but every time she went to the Hospital wing there was someone there. The first night after she received the letter from her master, Madame was there. The next Ginny was there and she would not leave. Harry and Hermione tried to convince her to go to bed and get good nights sleep, but it was no use. She had made up her mind and there was no changing it. Then Dumbledore came in and wanted to talk to them about how Luna and Ron were. She knew she could not stay there; Dumbledore was good at knowing if a person was there. Even if they were hidden.
The next night she made sure to go past the Hospital wing and check and see when they went to bed. Then she would head back to her office and prepare for the following night.
She slipped into her invisibility cloak and headed to the hospital wing. As she slipped into the room the door squeaked noisily. Harry looked up and searched the room. Who could have made that noise? It definitely was no one else in here; they were all either asleep or out cold. Harry thought to himself.
Gertrude stood still as Harry looked right through her. She was just by the door, and hoped Harry would look away soon so she could watch him. Harry went back to bed when he was certain that no one was there. But unfortunately for him, he was no Mad Eye Moody. He could not see through anything. He could not see if anyone was running down the hall away from them or if someone was standing outside the door, watching.
Gertrude sighed lightly as Harry fell fast asleep again. She sat down in an empty chair beside Luna a watched. After about half an hour of nothing, she was beginning to get tired. Sleep slowly crept upon her. She could no longer keep her eyes open. But she had to; she had to see what Potter did when he was there. This was vital for her plan to work.
Harry woke up when it was barely light out. He heard a great big grunt, as though someone had snored. But once again he could see nothing. As he returned to his sleep, Gertrude woke up. She had fallen asleep. She looked around and saw nothing. This was a waste of the sleep. She thought as she got up. She was beginning to get hot under the cloak. She headed out the door and up to bed.
The next day Harry told Hermione what he had heard.
"Harry, maybe you were just so tired you heard things. It happens." Hermione replied.
"Well maybe you're right. I have been very tired lately." Harry replied back.
"I know, I can tell. You don't look so good at all. Sleeping well?" Hermione asked.
"No! I keep dreaming of the voice. He keeps telling me Ron's going to die and to give up!" He replies yawning.
Hermione looks at the floor. What he had just said, hit her badly.
"I'm sorry Hermione. I don't believe it and neither should you." Harry reassured her.
"Alright." She said.
"You don't look to good yourself either Hermione. You have a bad sleep too?" Harry asked her.
"No! I keep dreaming I'm giving Ron the dress robe, but it ends up being a vine and strangling him Harry. It's horrible." Hermione says sadly.
"It's not your fault Hermione. It's hers!' he said hinting at Gertrude. 'You mustn't blame yourself." Harry stated.
"I know, but..." Hermione began as Harry cut her off.
"No, it's not your fault." He said again.
"Right!" she said.
That night she crept into the Hospital wing again. She was covered by the invisibility cloak yet again. She couldn't wait ill she was done and could get it off.
As she pulled out her wand and began to take in a breath to stun Harry and Hermione, she gasped as she saw that Harry and Hermione were not there alone. Ginny, Fred, George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there. She cursed under her breath. They were there to visit Ron and Luna. She crept slowly and quietly out of the wing and headed back up to her office. She could not believe her luck.
"How could it always happen? I should have gotten rid of them when I had the chance a few nights ago." She hissed to herself in anger.
Back in Gertrude's office she was beginning to write another note to her master. She failed, again. But before she could finish it, a black envelope flew to her and landed on her desk. She shook as she opened it. She read aloud to herself, but quietly so no one could over hear.
Gertrude,
You have failed, again! Yes I know. I always know. And for your stupidity, I have decided to send Lucius Malfoy to help you. You will listen to the ideas he has. He has a son there and can be of great value. This is you're last chance. Don't disappoint me again. You can thank Lucius for you're life. I was going to kill you. But he insisted that I should keep you. That he could use you. The next time, some one can beg for you're life, but I will not listen. I'm warning you Greta.
Don't do it again.
At Voldemort's hide out Lucius stood before him. He looked at his master with pleasure.
"Lucius, I did not break you out of prison to disappoint me. It took great planning to get you out unnoticed. You will do as she says. But you will report to me everything she has you do. If you feel you should be doing something more productive. Or for example her plan is useless; you may do as you wish. I would eventually have you replace her, but not at this moment. You still need her. Now go. And tell you're son that I look forward to having him help you, help me in my cause." Voldemort said.
Before disappearing from Voldemort's view Lucius replies "Yes master. I will not be as foolish as her. I promise you. I have business with Potter. I will not let him get away with sending me to prison."