Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters here except for my crazy
plot.
A/N: Well here I am again. Enjoy this chapter and please review and tell me what you think!
Chapter 3: mysterious appearance
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package.
"I don't remember that being here," said Hermione, frowning. "What is it?"
They all walked up and took off the brown paper. Inside was a box.
"Three-man tent," said Harry, reading off the box. "This is a three man tent! We don't have to build a stupid stick shelter now! We have a tent!"
When Ron realized the good news he began dancing around. He grabbed Hermione and waltzed her around. Or at least, tried to. She pushed away at once.
"Stop it, Ron!" she said, but her cheeks were flushing red. "How do we actually know that that is actually a tent?! It could be VOLDEMORT tricking us!!"
"Aww, Hermione!" said Ron. "You always have to find the negative side of everything. How can a tent hurt you?"
Once again Hermione didn't have an answer. She pursed her lips and looked down at the tent scornfully. "I don't think we should mess with it," was all she said.
"Well if you don't want to, fine!" said Ron, who started opening the package. "WE're going to put it up, with or without your help."
"Oh, all right!" she snapped, and they managed to come up with a tent which was lopsided and not very steady because of the sand. But there was a little dirt to hammer the stakes in, just not much. That night the next task was starting the fire. They just decided to use the dead branches they were originally going to use for the shelter, since they had no use for them anyway. They put them on a patch of dirt and stood there, deciding what to do.
"What we need are some matches," said Hermione.
"We could try the old fashioned way. Rubbing two sticks together," suggested Harry.
"That will take forever," said Hermione.
Ron was completely lost. "What are matches?" he said. "And how can you make a fire from rubbing sticks together?"
"Never mind, it just happens."
"Wait," said Ron. "Why do we even NEED a fire? There's no food! And it's so bloody hot."
"Well, what are we going to do for food?" said Hermione.
Once again, silence.
"Well, I guess you're right. We really don't need a fire," said Hermione with a sigh. "It's getting late anyway. Let's go to bed."
So they went into the tent and settled down for sleep. Of course, they didn't have any sleeping bags or anything. Just the slick floor of the tent.
"Shit!" fumed Harry. "This is so damn uncomfortable."
"Harry watch your language!" hissed Hermione through the darkness, who was right next to him.
"Oh for God's sake Hermione we're seventeen years old!" said Harry.
"No, you're 17. I'm still 16 years old," said Hermione.
"So, I think you're old enough to take language," said Harry, as he shifted to make himself comfortable. "Oh just go to bed!" Hermione snapped.
So, with great difficulty, they went to bed. And sometime in the middle of the night, (his watch said 3:00) he found a soft and plump pillow. He plumped it up a bit, and rested his head upon it and fell asleep once more.
He was violently woken by a high pitched scream. He continued laying there with his precious pillow, not wanting to get up.
He heard the scream again. And this time it was accompanied by a voice. "God, Harry! Would you please get off of my butt?!"
It was Hermione. He was laying on her butt! He immediately got up and looked around. There was Hermione, looking disgustedly at him. And Ron was laughing his head off.
"Sorry," mumbled Harry, his face rapidly turning a bright red.
So this next day everybody got up and did nothing, because there was nothing to do.
They were just sitting there when suddenly Hermione said, "I'm going to test the water." Just like that.
"What?!" said Ron, sarcastically. "Is this actually Hermione Granger, saying that she is going to take a sip of the water? Well bless my soul!"
"Shut up," she said, as she walked away. Ron and Harry jumped up to go with her. When they reached the little stream she bent down, cupped some water, and took a sip. Ron and Harry watched her anxiously.
Nothing happened.
"Well I guess there's nothing wrong with it!" said Hermione.
"THANK GOD!!!" cried Ron and he and Harry rushed foreward and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.
Then they walked back and sat there again, with nothing to do.
Hermione suddenly got up and said, "I'm going to wash in the river."
"What do you mean?" said Ron indignantly. "You're going to contaminate the water!!!"
"Oh Ron," she said. "Do you realize that there are also fish in there poopin' and peein'? It doesn't matter."
"Besides," said Ron. "You don't have any soap!"
"Yes I do," she said. "Right here." She pulled two small bottles. "And shampoo" (she puled out two larger bottles) "And of course conditioner."
Ron stared. So did Harry.
"Do you mean to say," said Harry. "That when you found out you were going to be stranded on an island the first thing that came to your mind was to pack some shampoo and conditioner and some soap?"
"Correction," said Hermione. "Shower gel and lotion. And yes, those things are essential. I am at least going to smell nice while I'm dying."
And she walked away towards the stream.
"Ok," said Harry. "Since when has Hermione come to be such a - girly girl?"
"I HEARD THAT!" called Hermione.
Ron and Harry shook their heads.
So they sat there with of course, nothing to do. Harry was getting quite bored. And not to mention hungry.
"I'm going to spear a fish," said Harry, out of nowhere.
Ron snorted. "Ok Tarzan. How exactly are you going to do that?"
"With this," said Harry.
Ron stared, with his mouth open. Harry was holding up a spear.
"Ok," said Ron. "Where the hell did you get that?"
"It was laying in the bushes," said Harry.
"Ok that is weird," said Ron. "But still, it's going to be pretty hard spearing a fish!"
"Says who?" said Harry as he walked away. "There's going to be a fish cookin' in five minutes!"
Five hours later.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"Harry calm down!" yelled Hermione. Her and Ron were sitting by the fire, while Harry was still trying to spear a fish. Harry still hadn't caught one. And it was getting quite late.
Hermione came back from her wash smelling very flowery like. Her smelled nice too. She only wished she had brought more clothes. She was still stuck wearing the t-shirt she got from France that one time and her jean shorts.
"Harry, why don't you just give it up," called Ron. "It's too dark to see anyway."
There was no answer.
"Harry?" shouted Ron.
"Harry!" yelled Hermione.
STILL no answer. Where was he?
Hermione and Ron exchanged nervous looks. They jumped up and peeked around the bushes, where Harry was supposed to be. And they met the most gruesome sight they had ever seen which was-
**************** A/N: sorry for leaving you right here but I have to go and if I don't finish it now it might never get up. But you can't get mad because this is an extra long chapter according to what I'm used to doing. I'll have the next chapter up soon!
A/N: Well here I am again. Enjoy this chapter and please review and tell me what you think!
Chapter 3: mysterious appearance
*****************************
package.
"I don't remember that being here," said Hermione, frowning. "What is it?"
They all walked up and took off the brown paper. Inside was a box.
"Three-man tent," said Harry, reading off the box. "This is a three man tent! We don't have to build a stupid stick shelter now! We have a tent!"
When Ron realized the good news he began dancing around. He grabbed Hermione and waltzed her around. Or at least, tried to. She pushed away at once.
"Stop it, Ron!" she said, but her cheeks were flushing red. "How do we actually know that that is actually a tent?! It could be VOLDEMORT tricking us!!"
"Aww, Hermione!" said Ron. "You always have to find the negative side of everything. How can a tent hurt you?"
Once again Hermione didn't have an answer. She pursed her lips and looked down at the tent scornfully. "I don't think we should mess with it," was all she said.
"Well if you don't want to, fine!" said Ron, who started opening the package. "WE're going to put it up, with or without your help."
"Oh, all right!" she snapped, and they managed to come up with a tent which was lopsided and not very steady because of the sand. But there was a little dirt to hammer the stakes in, just not much. That night the next task was starting the fire. They just decided to use the dead branches they were originally going to use for the shelter, since they had no use for them anyway. They put them on a patch of dirt and stood there, deciding what to do.
"What we need are some matches," said Hermione.
"We could try the old fashioned way. Rubbing two sticks together," suggested Harry.
"That will take forever," said Hermione.
Ron was completely lost. "What are matches?" he said. "And how can you make a fire from rubbing sticks together?"
"Never mind, it just happens."
"Wait," said Ron. "Why do we even NEED a fire? There's no food! And it's so bloody hot."
"Well, what are we going to do for food?" said Hermione.
Once again, silence.
"Well, I guess you're right. We really don't need a fire," said Hermione with a sigh. "It's getting late anyway. Let's go to bed."
So they went into the tent and settled down for sleep. Of course, they didn't have any sleeping bags or anything. Just the slick floor of the tent.
"Shit!" fumed Harry. "This is so damn uncomfortable."
"Harry watch your language!" hissed Hermione through the darkness, who was right next to him.
"Oh for God's sake Hermione we're seventeen years old!" said Harry.
"No, you're 17. I'm still 16 years old," said Hermione.
"So, I think you're old enough to take language," said Harry, as he shifted to make himself comfortable. "Oh just go to bed!" Hermione snapped.
So, with great difficulty, they went to bed. And sometime in the middle of the night, (his watch said 3:00) he found a soft and plump pillow. He plumped it up a bit, and rested his head upon it and fell asleep once more.
He was violently woken by a high pitched scream. He continued laying there with his precious pillow, not wanting to get up.
He heard the scream again. And this time it was accompanied by a voice. "God, Harry! Would you please get off of my butt?!"
It was Hermione. He was laying on her butt! He immediately got up and looked around. There was Hermione, looking disgustedly at him. And Ron was laughing his head off.
"Sorry," mumbled Harry, his face rapidly turning a bright red.
So this next day everybody got up and did nothing, because there was nothing to do.
They were just sitting there when suddenly Hermione said, "I'm going to test the water." Just like that.
"What?!" said Ron, sarcastically. "Is this actually Hermione Granger, saying that she is going to take a sip of the water? Well bless my soul!"
"Shut up," she said, as she walked away. Ron and Harry jumped up to go with her. When they reached the little stream she bent down, cupped some water, and took a sip. Ron and Harry watched her anxiously.
Nothing happened.
"Well I guess there's nothing wrong with it!" said Hermione.
"THANK GOD!!!" cried Ron and he and Harry rushed foreward and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.
Then they walked back and sat there again, with nothing to do.
Hermione suddenly got up and said, "I'm going to wash in the river."
"What do you mean?" said Ron indignantly. "You're going to contaminate the water!!!"
"Oh Ron," she said. "Do you realize that there are also fish in there poopin' and peein'? It doesn't matter."
"Besides," said Ron. "You don't have any soap!"
"Yes I do," she said. "Right here." She pulled two small bottles. "And shampoo" (she puled out two larger bottles) "And of course conditioner."
Ron stared. So did Harry.
"Do you mean to say," said Harry. "That when you found out you were going to be stranded on an island the first thing that came to your mind was to pack some shampoo and conditioner and some soap?"
"Correction," said Hermione. "Shower gel and lotion. And yes, those things are essential. I am at least going to smell nice while I'm dying."
And she walked away towards the stream.
"Ok," said Harry. "Since when has Hermione come to be such a - girly girl?"
"I HEARD THAT!" called Hermione.
Ron and Harry shook their heads.
So they sat there with of course, nothing to do. Harry was getting quite bored. And not to mention hungry.
"I'm going to spear a fish," said Harry, out of nowhere.
Ron snorted. "Ok Tarzan. How exactly are you going to do that?"
"With this," said Harry.
Ron stared, with his mouth open. Harry was holding up a spear.
"Ok," said Ron. "Where the hell did you get that?"
"It was laying in the bushes," said Harry.
"Ok that is weird," said Ron. "But still, it's going to be pretty hard spearing a fish!"
"Says who?" said Harry as he walked away. "There's going to be a fish cookin' in five minutes!"
Five hours later.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"Harry calm down!" yelled Hermione. Her and Ron were sitting by the fire, while Harry was still trying to spear a fish. Harry still hadn't caught one. And it was getting quite late.
Hermione came back from her wash smelling very flowery like. Her smelled nice too. She only wished she had brought more clothes. She was still stuck wearing the t-shirt she got from France that one time and her jean shorts.
"Harry, why don't you just give it up," called Ron. "It's too dark to see anyway."
There was no answer.
"Harry?" shouted Ron.
"Harry!" yelled Hermione.
STILL no answer. Where was he?
Hermione and Ron exchanged nervous looks. They jumped up and peeked around the bushes, where Harry was supposed to be. And they met the most gruesome sight they had ever seen which was-
**************** A/N: sorry for leaving you right here but I have to go and if I don't finish it now it might never get up. But you can't get mad because this is an extra long chapter according to what I'm used to doing. I'll have the next chapter up soon!