A/N:YAY!!!! i finally figured out that if i save fanfics as rtf not txt then it doesn't delete indentations, itallics, bold lettering,centereing and paragraph breaks after quotations! So the story should be a LOT easier to read from now on!
Dumbledore,Dumbledore,Let Down your Long Beard:Part Five.
"WHAT!?"Hermiones jaw dropped. Draco gaped. "Let's get you inside. Dumbledore wants to see you."Mcgonnagle snapped, as though unaware of the immense danger she had proposed to the astonished sixth-years.
Numbly, they followed. One part frazzled ginger, one part sleek gold, one part paler than normal, one part flushed and red, one part slytherinn, one part gryffendor. They lagged slightly behind her, and both winced when the doors slammed ominously shut.
Without a word, the gryffendor headmistress led them through the labrynth-like corridors and windig, shifting staircases of Hogwarts. Her rigid back interupted the passing of skeptical portraits and glareing ones, of quarrleing portraits and dozing ones.
Hermione folded her arms across her chest, longeing to draw closer to Draco, to close some of the distance between them, to end the awful silence that fallen around them like a shadowy grey shroud. Draco, wanting much the same, either stoicly or stubburnly, studys the lichen-tinted stones as the drift past underneath, listening to the swishing of his robes, of Mcgonnagles, of Hermione's. Like a metronome, they each match one another's pace precisely, and the clunk of footprints beat on like a drum. A single sentance replays itself in Dracos mind, like a stuck tape:
voldemort is back....voldemort is back....voldemort is back.
Hermione exhales slowly. She's thinking the same thing.
But sudenly, she is jarred from her thoughts. Mcgonnagle stands before the door to the headmaster's office. Leaning forward till she is practicly kissing the keyhole, she mouthes the password.
A password neither are supposed to here.
But Hermione think's it sounds something like Ôrosequartz.' And Draco is sure he hears Ôchoice tarts'.
The door swings open obediantly, but not with out a chorus of creaking hinges.
Mcgonnagle lets them in, nodds curly, then takes her leave. "The headmaster will be with you shortly."she says, before the doors snap decisively shut.
They listen for her footsteps to retreat, and when the fade completely, Draco trys the door. "locked."he murmurs.
"Well, honestly! What did you expect?"Hermione exclaims irritably, but she trys the door herself, then sighs and confirms what they already know:"locked." She turns, then gasps:Draco is nowhere in sight!
She looks about her. The room is guised in burgandy and gold. The tapestried carpete depics an animated murrell of the story of how Hogwarts and the four houses came to be. One of the fingures, dressed in ravenclaw blue gives her a wink before turning to his yellow-clad companion and saying with much pompous grandear:"...and mine shall be brightest of them all!" Hermione chuckles softly at the antics of the two demensional founders, and waunders farther into the room, saying:"new rug." When her eyes light on a cage perched in the far corner of the room, next to a wall of scarlete drapes like theatre curtains, she forgets all about the disapearence of her companion. Inhaleing with delight, she races to the pheniox, and stands for a moment, envoloped in light, stareing, mesmerized into the flames licking across the elegant raptor.
The flames shift.
Hermione stares, squinting. The fire on Fox's left wing begins to take form.
a ghoulish face apears, it's eyes like rubys learing.
The face of the dark lord peered through the flames, sheilded his eyes against their glare.
"Soon...."he whispers hoarsely,"soon...." And then he vanishes.
And all that is left is the pheniox, looking regal and , for once, unknowing, envoloped in eternal flame.
Hermione blinked at the vision was gone. Had she imagined it all? but it left her fealing decidely unnerved, evan panicked, and she staggered blindly away from the bird, as though expecting it to try to peck her to death with it's golden beak.
A hand reached out of the scarlete drapes, extiguishing a strangled cry that never left her mouth.
She was pulled behind the curtains, and the darkness snuffed evan the seaping light of the fire bird.
Dumbledore,Dumbledore,Let Down your Long Beard:Part Five.
"WHAT!?"Hermiones jaw dropped. Draco gaped. "Let's get you inside. Dumbledore wants to see you."Mcgonnagle snapped, as though unaware of the immense danger she had proposed to the astonished sixth-years.
Numbly, they followed. One part frazzled ginger, one part sleek gold, one part paler than normal, one part flushed and red, one part slytherinn, one part gryffendor. They lagged slightly behind her, and both winced when the doors slammed ominously shut.
Without a word, the gryffendor headmistress led them through the labrynth-like corridors and windig, shifting staircases of Hogwarts. Her rigid back interupted the passing of skeptical portraits and glareing ones, of quarrleing portraits and dozing ones.
Hermione folded her arms across her chest, longeing to draw closer to Draco, to close some of the distance between them, to end the awful silence that fallen around them like a shadowy grey shroud. Draco, wanting much the same, either stoicly or stubburnly, studys the lichen-tinted stones as the drift past underneath, listening to the swishing of his robes, of Mcgonnagles, of Hermione's. Like a metronome, they each match one another's pace precisely, and the clunk of footprints beat on like a drum. A single sentance replays itself in Dracos mind, like a stuck tape:
voldemort is back....voldemort is back....voldemort is back.
Hermione exhales slowly. She's thinking the same thing.
But sudenly, she is jarred from her thoughts. Mcgonnagle stands before the door to the headmaster's office. Leaning forward till she is practicly kissing the keyhole, she mouthes the password.
A password neither are supposed to here.
But Hermione think's it sounds something like Ôrosequartz.' And Draco is sure he hears Ôchoice tarts'.
The door swings open obediantly, but not with out a chorus of creaking hinges.
Mcgonnagle lets them in, nodds curly, then takes her leave. "The headmaster will be with you shortly."she says, before the doors snap decisively shut.
They listen for her footsteps to retreat, and when the fade completely, Draco trys the door. "locked."he murmurs.
"Well, honestly! What did you expect?"Hermione exclaims irritably, but she trys the door herself, then sighs and confirms what they already know:"locked." She turns, then gasps:Draco is nowhere in sight!
She looks about her. The room is guised in burgandy and gold. The tapestried carpete depics an animated murrell of the story of how Hogwarts and the four houses came to be. One of the fingures, dressed in ravenclaw blue gives her a wink before turning to his yellow-clad companion and saying with much pompous grandear:"...and mine shall be brightest of them all!" Hermione chuckles softly at the antics of the two demensional founders, and waunders farther into the room, saying:"new rug." When her eyes light on a cage perched in the far corner of the room, next to a wall of scarlete drapes like theatre curtains, she forgets all about the disapearence of her companion. Inhaleing with delight, she races to the pheniox, and stands for a moment, envoloped in light, stareing, mesmerized into the flames licking across the elegant raptor.
The flames shift.
Hermione stares, squinting. The fire on Fox's left wing begins to take form.
a ghoulish face apears, it's eyes like rubys learing.
The face of the dark lord peered through the flames, sheilded his eyes against their glare.
"Soon...."he whispers hoarsely,"soon...." And then he vanishes.
And all that is left is the pheniox, looking regal and , for once, unknowing, envoloped in eternal flame.
Hermione blinked at the vision was gone. Had she imagined it all? but it left her fealing decidely unnerved, evan panicked, and she staggered blindly away from the bird, as though expecting it to try to peck her to death with it's golden beak.
A hand reached out of the scarlete drapes, extiguishing a strangled cry that never left her mouth.
She was pulled behind the curtains, and the darkness snuffed evan the seaping light of the fire bird.