a/n:Thanks for the reviews, Lilykins. And this story will be about all four of them. (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Miles) I'm trying to best to give each and every one of them a major part in the story. Here's chapter four, read, review and enjoy!
Chapter # 4:The Great Gig in the Sky
Miles gripped Norbert's neck ashe took off into the air. At once he did a barrel roll to show off to the children below. Lying on his back, Norbert glided just feet above the water, Miles held on to Norbert's neck like a leech on a blood filled body. But they couldn't stay dry for long. Norbert shot up into the sky and then dived back down like a bomb. He shot into the water like a bullet and then came back up again, soaking his rider. "C'mon, Norbert," Miles said. "Let's go back." Norbert swung around like a boomerang and headed back towards the grounds. He went higher and higher above the water as well. Falling off would and hitting the water from this height would surely give a good delivery of pain. As he flew toward the trees, everyone stared at him riding Norbert. He thought of a move to show off, he decided to do another barrel roll then a backflip to land. Miles grabbed Norbert's wing joints and threw him to the left, he rolled over onto his back, they were still over the water and Miles felt as if he were to fall off. Finally they reached the trees where Norbert did not only a backflip, but with the combination of a barrel roll. Everyone started to cheer and hollar at the team the boy and the dragon made.
Norbert made a clean landing and knelt down to let Miles off. "Went for a swim, did ye?" Hagrid chucked. "Ah, don't worry, he loves doin' 'at. You're pretty good, Mile'. Should look into trainin' 'em in Romania." Miles grabbed his books and stood silently, letting the water drip from his face and on to the thirsty ground below. Miles aimed his wand at his body and muttered some words. The wand lit up and he was completely dry. "Now, the firs' rule when flying dragons is steering. They ain't like Buckbeak or other hippogriffs. You 'ave to let 'em know who's boss!"
"Hagrid, dragons are carnivorous!" Hermione exclaimed, "Are you sure they'll listen to you rather than eat you?" Her tone of voice was in the worried state.
"Oh Hermione," Hagrid said, "If you treat them right, then they'll be harmless to you as a puppy in a picnic basket." he laughed. Hermione gave a sigh of relief and stared at the full grown Norbert, then she turned to Miles who stood there, dreamy eyed. Miles who was from North America seemed to be quite fond of the wizarding world after what he had learned. "Now, dragons love meat. As Hermione said befer', they're carniviorous. If you wan' 'em to show yeh trus', then you gotta coax 'em with food!" Hagrid reached in his vest pocket and brought a large slab of meat. He threw it to Norbert who devoured it immediately. He licked his lips and put his head on the grass. "Who can tell me what the largest type of dragon can be found?" Miles raised his hand immediately. "Miles!"
Miles sighed and raised his voice more than his regular quiet one. "The Hungarian Horntail." he said.
"Yes!" Hagrid bellowed. "Ten points ter Gryffindor! What do dragons fear?" was his next question. "Hermione!"
"Dragons fear only the ones that have trained them." she said proudly. Hagrid smiled.
"Good job, Hermione!" Hagrid bellowed.
Class ended shortly after Miles' ride, which left them with their next class with professor Flitwick. And I'm sure all of you know what he teaches, that is, if you're a loyal Harry Potter fan. As everyone took their seat in the large Charms room, the short Professor Flitwick raised his wand, standing on several books that were resting on his chair. "Today we will be learning the 'Volume Charm'. This charm has the ability to raise or lower the pitch of specific noises. Now repeat after me, 'Volusi Extendum'."
"Volusi Extendum." the class repeated.
"Volusi Extendum is the spell that can create a higher pitch that the noise originally forms. Now for the second half of the spell, 'Volusi Detractum'." Flitwick said. He raised his hands and everyone repeated exactly what he had told them. "Who would like to try the charm first?" Very few people raised their hands. Hermione did of course, Miles as well. Harry did but Ron had declined the proposition.
"Ah yes, Ron!" Professor Flitwick said, pointing to Ron with his own wand. Ron sighed and rose his wand arm length's away from him. "Volusi Extendum!" he shouted. Unfortunate for Professor Flitwick, Ron was aiming at him, causing his voice to create a squeaking noise which was hardly understandable. Everyone started laughing at Professor Flitwick's annoyingly high-pitched voice. Hermione aimed her's at Professor Flitwick and returned his voice to normal.
"Sorry Professor Flitwick!" Ron said immediately.
"That's quite alright," Flitwick said, messaging his tonsils. "Why don't we just give everyone something to practice on instead?" he said nervously. Ron nodded just as nervously as Flitwick spoke. The Professor grabbed a heavy box and slammed it on his desk, inside were several different creatures that made high or low noises. He walked along side the tables passing one out to each student in the room. Harry got a frog which gave long, deep croaks. Ron got a rat, similar to "Scabbers". Hermione got an old harmonica which was most likely donate to Professor Flitwick from the Muggle Studies class. And at the end of the table was Miles, who got a toad. Professor Flitwick walked up the small staircase to the row behind them and started passing out their experiments. Hermione had already done her project very well. It had become more of a "bass harmonica". Harry's frog sounded like a canari, and Ron's rat was too busy hissing at him. He fell down in his chair and hit it with a flipendo spell.
"Volusi Extendum." Miles murmered. The toad gave a loud, but low cry and hopped off the table.
Apart from Miles, just showing up at Hogwarts, Hermione noticed something odd. She hadn't seen Neville at the Ceremony or in any of the classes. Turning toward Miles, she stalled. She blinked and turned back to her bass harmonica. "Neville's at Beauxbatons in France." he said, catching the toad just as it hopped off the desk. "We signed for a student exchange and now I'm here and he's in France." he explained.
"You're French?" Hermione said excitedly.
"No, but that's where I live. In France." he smiled.
"That explains everything! So what's your heritage?" Hermione said.
''Irish, French, Canadian and Italian." he said quickly. He then muttered the words again and the toad's vocal sound became an earshattering note. Everyone in the room covered their ears while Miles tried to reverse the toad's note. Luckily he was able to turn its croak back to normal. Flitwick turned to him with a frown on his face and Miles only smiled. "Sorry, Professor." Flitwick sighed and continued passing out the experiments.
"Keep it up and we'll loose the points we just earned." Harry muttered to Ron.
"Hey, it's not my fault. The only one in my family good with charms is Percy, who's good with all magic..." Ron said, holding the rat up by its tail. "I mean, he's always doing something my parents are proud of. It's almost like he never shares them. It's driving me mad!"
"Well is it his job your parents are so proud of?" Harry suggested, setting his frog on top of his spellbooks for the next classes. "You can always tell him change the subject you know, just like I do when Dudley talks about food, or beating up children."
"Yeah, it's his job. But whenever I try and talk about something else he always goes back to the same stupid conversation. "Ministry this, Ministry that" it's getting very annoying!"
"Yeah I'll bet it is, why don't you give him a taste of his own medicine? Talk about something that would seem like there's no end to. Like pudding or something." Harry chuckled. Ron fell silent. "Or talk about something he just hates!" His fro hopped off the table and onto Flitwick's desk. Harry leapt for the slimy amphibian and wrapped his hands around it, it gave four quick croaks and Harry raised an eyebrow. It almost sounded like it was trying to tell him something. Harry gave a short laugh and set the frog back on the table.
"Now that everyone has something to experiment on, I will give you to the end of the class period to study this charm. You have fifteen minutes." Flitwick said, taking his seat. He opened one of the spell books for charms. His tiny eyes moved down the pages very quickly.
"Well, I''ve had enough experience with this charm for a day." Ron said, kicking his feet up onto the table. He leaned back on the back legs of his chair, his hands behind his red hair. Harry shook his head at Ron's comment and sat with his head down on his side of the table. He faced the window. But he quickly put his head back up as he saw something flying overhead a great distance away from the castle. It was above the lake, it was a dark black and it was carrying something on its back. Harry nudged Ron in the ribs and pointed toward the window. Ron dropped the chair down on all four of its legs and it made a pounding noise. His mouth dropped open and he walked around Harry to see the object. It was flying straight toward them, but when it was just meters away it bomb dived downward. "That was a dragon!" Ron hissed.
It started to rain and they could see the dragon again, someone was on its back, cloaked in a dark robe. A sword on the person's back. Its face was hidden behind the darkness the robe made, the dragon was looking at the ground as if it were looking for someone. "Who do you suppose that is?" Harry asked, pressing a hand to the window. It was chilled from the cold rain which was now pelting the roof and glass of the castle.
"Probably someone from the Ministry. You know how they said somin' about an escaped convict? I think they got the dragons going again." Ron explained.
"Again?" Harry said, confused. "What do you mean by 'again'?"
"The last time they had to use the dragons, soemone had escaped the Dementors before they even got him to Azkaban. The Ministry reckons he's still out there. Finding some way to get revenge on all of us. But don't worry, the dragons have never failed on a scavenger hunt!" Ron said, laughing. He went back to sit down, they had a minute and a half left before they were excused from class. Lucky for Gryffindor, the students of Slytherin weren't their classmates today. As I've told you before, they were classmates with Hufflepuff for the day. But the next class they had was Potions with the most strict of teachers. Professor Serverus Snape. He was always looking for a reason to deduct points from any of the competing houses, but his main target was Gryffindor.
At dinner, Seamus had finally made a successful transformation with the water he had been trying to transform into rum since the first year. Everyone had congratulated him even Miles who hardly knew him. Hermione had been sitting with Miles, who had gotten to know her pretty well since their second period. "You've never had a flying lesson?" Hermione asked Miles, sitting directly across from him.
"Nope." Miles said, scribbling a note on a piece of paper next to his many books. One read "Standard Book of Spells Year Seven". Hermione's eyes widened as he grabbed it and started reading, he was halfway through.
"You've read the other six, have you?" Hermione said, leaning toward him.
"Uh, yeah. Good read, you haven't have you?" he said, flipping the page. The chapter read "Glacius, A Chilling Spell". The book was about ten times thicker than the first standard book of spells book which was loaded with about 2000 pages or more.
"I haven't sadly, I'm still in my fifth year you know."
"Doesn't take a genius to figure that out." Miles joked, slamming the book shut. Hermione grabbed it from him and opened it up to his current chapter, she gave him a "Puh-lease!" look and shoved it back at him.
"That's third-year wizardry. I learned that spell two years ago in the Standard Book of Spells, Year Three." she said proudly.
"Congratulations." he said quietly as he opened the book to its table of contents.
"You really should take flying lessons you know. Or try out for the Quidditch team." Hermione suggested. She stood up and left the table, leaving the friendless Miles behind.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, oh an when I saw "Meanwhile back at the ranch, it really means 'meanwhile Harry and Ron were...' and so forth. It doesn't really mean at some ranch on a farm, just to let you know. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Harry and Ron were continuing their plan to get back at Draco for the hell they went through those four previous years. They would be putting the plan into action as soon as they could, to embarass the crap out of him in front of everyone.
"I don't understand," Ron said, taking a bite of his roast beef. "Shoudln't we have thought of something right about now? Draco could be thinking of some way to get us right now! He could always be one step ahead of us! I.....I think I'm cracking up!"
"No, you're just paranoid." Harry said, reaching out to grab Hermione by the shoulder. He turned her around, "Hey where were you?" he asked his female friend.
"I was sitting with Miles." she said, sitting down next to them.
"Miles? Almay? No offense but that kid's kind of a weirdo." Ron said, "I mean, he seems like a wuss." Ron said, taking another bite of his roast beef.
"Well he's a lot more interesting than you. And he's sure a lot braver than you are." Hermione frowned, "He reads the Standard Book of Spells, Year Seven. He finished the other six, he's an excellent flyer, even though he's never had a lesson in his life, he's smart, funny, nice and I think he's just looking for a friend." And with that, Hermione stalked off toward the Grand Staircase.
"What's her predicament?" Ron said, swallowing the meat. Harry shrugged his shoulders and then took a swig of his marmalade. His eyes widened and he dropped his glass on the table.
"Ron?" he said, quietly.
"Yeah?" Ron said, in a "You talkin' to me?" sort of voice.
"I've got the plan all up here." he said, tapping the side of his head.
Miles finished his supper and gathered his books which he would carry up the Grand Staircase. He walked passed the Slytherin Table where Malfoy gave him a dirty look. He ignored the pale boy and headed for the stairs. He made it to the fourth floor when the staircases started to change. He looked up to see Hermione just entering Gryffindor Tower. Gryffindor Tower was on the seventh floor and was the highest point in the Hogwarts castle. Or I should say the highest tower.
When the staircase was returned to normal he petrified it so it wouldn't move at all. He reached Gryffindor Tower several minutes later, returning the staircase to normal. He walked through the corridor and muttered the word "Hinkypunk" to the Fat Lady. She happily let him in where He found Hermione, laying bare-foot on the couch reading a spellbook with her wand at hand. She was dressed in her everyday white shirt and black dress, her tie, undone and hanging from her shoulders. She turned to look at him as the portrait closed up.
"Hello."
And chapter 4 is complete! Yes, it does seem like there will be some bond between Miles and Hermione but I can't make any promises. RR and Keep reading!
Chapter # 4:The Great Gig in the Sky
Miles gripped Norbert's neck ashe took off into the air. At once he did a barrel roll to show off to the children below. Lying on his back, Norbert glided just feet above the water, Miles held on to Norbert's neck like a leech on a blood filled body. But they couldn't stay dry for long. Norbert shot up into the sky and then dived back down like a bomb. He shot into the water like a bullet and then came back up again, soaking his rider. "C'mon, Norbert," Miles said. "Let's go back." Norbert swung around like a boomerang and headed back towards the grounds. He went higher and higher above the water as well. Falling off would and hitting the water from this height would surely give a good delivery of pain. As he flew toward the trees, everyone stared at him riding Norbert. He thought of a move to show off, he decided to do another barrel roll then a backflip to land. Miles grabbed Norbert's wing joints and threw him to the left, he rolled over onto his back, they were still over the water and Miles felt as if he were to fall off. Finally they reached the trees where Norbert did not only a backflip, but with the combination of a barrel roll. Everyone started to cheer and hollar at the team the boy and the dragon made.
Norbert made a clean landing and knelt down to let Miles off. "Went for a swim, did ye?" Hagrid chucked. "Ah, don't worry, he loves doin' 'at. You're pretty good, Mile'. Should look into trainin' 'em in Romania." Miles grabbed his books and stood silently, letting the water drip from his face and on to the thirsty ground below. Miles aimed his wand at his body and muttered some words. The wand lit up and he was completely dry. "Now, the firs' rule when flying dragons is steering. They ain't like Buckbeak or other hippogriffs. You 'ave to let 'em know who's boss!"
"Hagrid, dragons are carnivorous!" Hermione exclaimed, "Are you sure they'll listen to you rather than eat you?" Her tone of voice was in the worried state.
"Oh Hermione," Hagrid said, "If you treat them right, then they'll be harmless to you as a puppy in a picnic basket." he laughed. Hermione gave a sigh of relief and stared at the full grown Norbert, then she turned to Miles who stood there, dreamy eyed. Miles who was from North America seemed to be quite fond of the wizarding world after what he had learned. "Now, dragons love meat. As Hermione said befer', they're carniviorous. If you wan' 'em to show yeh trus', then you gotta coax 'em with food!" Hagrid reached in his vest pocket and brought a large slab of meat. He threw it to Norbert who devoured it immediately. He licked his lips and put his head on the grass. "Who can tell me what the largest type of dragon can be found?" Miles raised his hand immediately. "Miles!"
Miles sighed and raised his voice more than his regular quiet one. "The Hungarian Horntail." he said.
"Yes!" Hagrid bellowed. "Ten points ter Gryffindor! What do dragons fear?" was his next question. "Hermione!"
"Dragons fear only the ones that have trained them." she said proudly. Hagrid smiled.
"Good job, Hermione!" Hagrid bellowed.
Class ended shortly after Miles' ride, which left them with their next class with professor Flitwick. And I'm sure all of you know what he teaches, that is, if you're a loyal Harry Potter fan. As everyone took their seat in the large Charms room, the short Professor Flitwick raised his wand, standing on several books that were resting on his chair. "Today we will be learning the 'Volume Charm'. This charm has the ability to raise or lower the pitch of specific noises. Now repeat after me, 'Volusi Extendum'."
"Volusi Extendum." the class repeated.
"Volusi Extendum is the spell that can create a higher pitch that the noise originally forms. Now for the second half of the spell, 'Volusi Detractum'." Flitwick said. He raised his hands and everyone repeated exactly what he had told them. "Who would like to try the charm first?" Very few people raised their hands. Hermione did of course, Miles as well. Harry did but Ron had declined the proposition.
"Ah yes, Ron!" Professor Flitwick said, pointing to Ron with his own wand. Ron sighed and rose his wand arm length's away from him. "Volusi Extendum!" he shouted. Unfortunate for Professor Flitwick, Ron was aiming at him, causing his voice to create a squeaking noise which was hardly understandable. Everyone started laughing at Professor Flitwick's annoyingly high-pitched voice. Hermione aimed her's at Professor Flitwick and returned his voice to normal.
"Sorry Professor Flitwick!" Ron said immediately.
"That's quite alright," Flitwick said, messaging his tonsils. "Why don't we just give everyone something to practice on instead?" he said nervously. Ron nodded just as nervously as Flitwick spoke. The Professor grabbed a heavy box and slammed it on his desk, inside were several different creatures that made high or low noises. He walked along side the tables passing one out to each student in the room. Harry got a frog which gave long, deep croaks. Ron got a rat, similar to "Scabbers". Hermione got an old harmonica which was most likely donate to Professor Flitwick from the Muggle Studies class. And at the end of the table was Miles, who got a toad. Professor Flitwick walked up the small staircase to the row behind them and started passing out their experiments. Hermione had already done her project very well. It had become more of a "bass harmonica". Harry's frog sounded like a canari, and Ron's rat was too busy hissing at him. He fell down in his chair and hit it with a flipendo spell.
"Volusi Extendum." Miles murmered. The toad gave a loud, but low cry and hopped off the table.
Apart from Miles, just showing up at Hogwarts, Hermione noticed something odd. She hadn't seen Neville at the Ceremony or in any of the classes. Turning toward Miles, she stalled. She blinked and turned back to her bass harmonica. "Neville's at Beauxbatons in France." he said, catching the toad just as it hopped off the desk. "We signed for a student exchange and now I'm here and he's in France." he explained.
"You're French?" Hermione said excitedly.
"No, but that's where I live. In France." he smiled.
"That explains everything! So what's your heritage?" Hermione said.
''Irish, French, Canadian and Italian." he said quickly. He then muttered the words again and the toad's vocal sound became an earshattering note. Everyone in the room covered their ears while Miles tried to reverse the toad's note. Luckily he was able to turn its croak back to normal. Flitwick turned to him with a frown on his face and Miles only smiled. "Sorry, Professor." Flitwick sighed and continued passing out the experiments.
"Keep it up and we'll loose the points we just earned." Harry muttered to Ron.
"Hey, it's not my fault. The only one in my family good with charms is Percy, who's good with all magic..." Ron said, holding the rat up by its tail. "I mean, he's always doing something my parents are proud of. It's almost like he never shares them. It's driving me mad!"
"Well is it his job your parents are so proud of?" Harry suggested, setting his frog on top of his spellbooks for the next classes. "You can always tell him change the subject you know, just like I do when Dudley talks about food, or beating up children."
"Yeah, it's his job. But whenever I try and talk about something else he always goes back to the same stupid conversation. "Ministry this, Ministry that" it's getting very annoying!"
"Yeah I'll bet it is, why don't you give him a taste of his own medicine? Talk about something that would seem like there's no end to. Like pudding or something." Harry chuckled. Ron fell silent. "Or talk about something he just hates!" His fro hopped off the table and onto Flitwick's desk. Harry leapt for the slimy amphibian and wrapped his hands around it, it gave four quick croaks and Harry raised an eyebrow. It almost sounded like it was trying to tell him something. Harry gave a short laugh and set the frog back on the table.
"Now that everyone has something to experiment on, I will give you to the end of the class period to study this charm. You have fifteen minutes." Flitwick said, taking his seat. He opened one of the spell books for charms. His tiny eyes moved down the pages very quickly.
"Well, I''ve had enough experience with this charm for a day." Ron said, kicking his feet up onto the table. He leaned back on the back legs of his chair, his hands behind his red hair. Harry shook his head at Ron's comment and sat with his head down on his side of the table. He faced the window. But he quickly put his head back up as he saw something flying overhead a great distance away from the castle. It was above the lake, it was a dark black and it was carrying something on its back. Harry nudged Ron in the ribs and pointed toward the window. Ron dropped the chair down on all four of its legs and it made a pounding noise. His mouth dropped open and he walked around Harry to see the object. It was flying straight toward them, but when it was just meters away it bomb dived downward. "That was a dragon!" Ron hissed.
It started to rain and they could see the dragon again, someone was on its back, cloaked in a dark robe. A sword on the person's back. Its face was hidden behind the darkness the robe made, the dragon was looking at the ground as if it were looking for someone. "Who do you suppose that is?" Harry asked, pressing a hand to the window. It was chilled from the cold rain which was now pelting the roof and glass of the castle.
"Probably someone from the Ministry. You know how they said somin' about an escaped convict? I think they got the dragons going again." Ron explained.
"Again?" Harry said, confused. "What do you mean by 'again'?"
"The last time they had to use the dragons, soemone had escaped the Dementors before they even got him to Azkaban. The Ministry reckons he's still out there. Finding some way to get revenge on all of us. But don't worry, the dragons have never failed on a scavenger hunt!" Ron said, laughing. He went back to sit down, they had a minute and a half left before they were excused from class. Lucky for Gryffindor, the students of Slytherin weren't their classmates today. As I've told you before, they were classmates with Hufflepuff for the day. But the next class they had was Potions with the most strict of teachers. Professor Serverus Snape. He was always looking for a reason to deduct points from any of the competing houses, but his main target was Gryffindor.
At dinner, Seamus had finally made a successful transformation with the water he had been trying to transform into rum since the first year. Everyone had congratulated him even Miles who hardly knew him. Hermione had been sitting with Miles, who had gotten to know her pretty well since their second period. "You've never had a flying lesson?" Hermione asked Miles, sitting directly across from him.
"Nope." Miles said, scribbling a note on a piece of paper next to his many books. One read "Standard Book of Spells Year Seven". Hermione's eyes widened as he grabbed it and started reading, he was halfway through.
"You've read the other six, have you?" Hermione said, leaning toward him.
"Uh, yeah. Good read, you haven't have you?" he said, flipping the page. The chapter read "Glacius, A Chilling Spell". The book was about ten times thicker than the first standard book of spells book which was loaded with about 2000 pages or more.
"I haven't sadly, I'm still in my fifth year you know."
"Doesn't take a genius to figure that out." Miles joked, slamming the book shut. Hermione grabbed it from him and opened it up to his current chapter, she gave him a "Puh-lease!" look and shoved it back at him.
"That's third-year wizardry. I learned that spell two years ago in the Standard Book of Spells, Year Three." she said proudly.
"Congratulations." he said quietly as he opened the book to its table of contents.
"You really should take flying lessons you know. Or try out for the Quidditch team." Hermione suggested. She stood up and left the table, leaving the friendless Miles behind.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, oh an when I saw "Meanwhile back at the ranch, it really means 'meanwhile Harry and Ron were...' and so forth. It doesn't really mean at some ranch on a farm, just to let you know. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Harry and Ron were continuing their plan to get back at Draco for the hell they went through those four previous years. They would be putting the plan into action as soon as they could, to embarass the crap out of him in front of everyone.
"I don't understand," Ron said, taking a bite of his roast beef. "Shoudln't we have thought of something right about now? Draco could be thinking of some way to get us right now! He could always be one step ahead of us! I.....I think I'm cracking up!"
"No, you're just paranoid." Harry said, reaching out to grab Hermione by the shoulder. He turned her around, "Hey where were you?" he asked his female friend.
"I was sitting with Miles." she said, sitting down next to them.
"Miles? Almay? No offense but that kid's kind of a weirdo." Ron said, "I mean, he seems like a wuss." Ron said, taking another bite of his roast beef.
"Well he's a lot more interesting than you. And he's sure a lot braver than you are." Hermione frowned, "He reads the Standard Book of Spells, Year Seven. He finished the other six, he's an excellent flyer, even though he's never had a lesson in his life, he's smart, funny, nice and I think he's just looking for a friend." And with that, Hermione stalked off toward the Grand Staircase.
"What's her predicament?" Ron said, swallowing the meat. Harry shrugged his shoulders and then took a swig of his marmalade. His eyes widened and he dropped his glass on the table.
"Ron?" he said, quietly.
"Yeah?" Ron said, in a "You talkin' to me?" sort of voice.
"I've got the plan all up here." he said, tapping the side of his head.
Miles finished his supper and gathered his books which he would carry up the Grand Staircase. He walked passed the Slytherin Table where Malfoy gave him a dirty look. He ignored the pale boy and headed for the stairs. He made it to the fourth floor when the staircases started to change. He looked up to see Hermione just entering Gryffindor Tower. Gryffindor Tower was on the seventh floor and was the highest point in the Hogwarts castle. Or I should say the highest tower.
When the staircase was returned to normal he petrified it so it wouldn't move at all. He reached Gryffindor Tower several minutes later, returning the staircase to normal. He walked through the corridor and muttered the word "Hinkypunk" to the Fat Lady. She happily let him in where He found Hermione, laying bare-foot on the couch reading a spellbook with her wand at hand. She was dressed in her everyday white shirt and black dress, her tie, undone and hanging from her shoulders. She turned to look at him as the portrait closed up.
"Hello."
And chapter 4 is complete! Yes, it does seem like there will be some bond between Miles and Hermione but I can't make any promises. RR and Keep reading!