Chapter 13-Voldemorts in the Closet
By Marmalade Fever
"This is it," Hermione said, pausing on their way down the stairs from the Owlery.
"What?" Harry asked, looking around.
Hermione gave him a pleading look. "Think for a second."
Harry thought, but shook his head, perplexed.
Hermione sighed. "This is where we first kissed."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, come on! This is the step where you suddenly turned on me and gave me that smooch."
"I know that, but what's this first kiss nonsense?"
"Okay, let me be more specific. Our first kiss on the lips!"
"Er, Hermione... You kissed me that same morning a few hours prior, don't you remember?"
"I did not! I didn't even see you until lunch!" Hermione's livid expression suddenly went into a look of horror. "Oh no! You're not telling me that Betty took over my shape and tricked you into kissing her?"
"Shoot!" was all Harry could say as he rubbed at his mouth. "I kissed the same person as Malfoy? Gross!"
"Okay, now this is getting personal!" Hermione said, looking enraged. "How could you have thought that she was me, anyway? Didn't the Hufflepuff robes give it away?"
"You, er, she said that you, she had to go change because someone spilled on them. They were a bit too short, but there wasn't a crest on those robes anywhere!"
"I am going to kill that little imposter!" Hermione said, looking lethal. The portraits on the walls were now all staring at them, transfixed. "Come on!" Hermione said, dragging Harry by the arm down the stairs, still cursing the girl. A few flights down, Harry had to stop her.
"Did you hear something?" he asked.
"Only the sound of that brat smooching people all over the place!"
"No, listen!" Harry hissed. Shuffling noises were emanating from behind a door to their right. "Do you know whose class that is?"
"I think it's just an extra," Hermione said, listening. Harry got out his wand and walked up to it. He tried the knob, but it was locked.
"Alohomora," he hissed. Nothing happened. "Why is my knife always broken at times like this?"
"Come on, we'll figure it out later," Hermione said. "I'm starving."
"Well, you can go on without me, I want to get to the bottom of this."
"It's probably nothing," Hermione said, though she didn't sound convinced by her own words.
"I'm going to force this door in," Harry said, firmly.
"Fine," Hermione said, "but then we've really got to eat dinner, okay?"
"I make no promises," Harry said, laughing. He held his wand up and aimed. A second later the door was lying flat on the ground. The inside of the room was pitch-black. "Lumos." Hermione screamed. Inside there were a half dozen creatures that looked like humans gone dreadfully wrong. Harry's scar prickled horribly. The men all had a distinct resemblance to Voldemort. They seemed to be incredibly dull-witted, running into one another as they fought to get to the door. Harry and Hermione both raised their wands and yelled "Stupify!" The nearest few wobbled over onto the ones behind them, which roared madly. When they were at last all stunned Harry and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Looking further into the room they saw cages and cages of small animals.
"Still want to eat dinner?" Harry asked, shakily.
"I think I've lost my appetite," Hermione said, peering at a creature nearest her, which was so close to the real thing that she could have fainted on the spot.
"Looks like Betty's been a bad girl," Harry muttered, stepping over an arm to get a better view. "What do you think she's up to?"
"Trying to resurrect the Dark Lord," came a voice from behind them. Harry and Hermione whipped around. There, with the door back up and bolted behind them, was Betty. Wand raised, she aimed at Hermione and, before they had time to react, she was transfigured into a turtle.
Without thinking, Harry grabbed his girlfriend and stuffed her into his pocket. "You!" he shouted. "Or should I say, Mary?"
"Not even close!" The face of Betty had started to change. The pigtails were slowly retreating into the girl's head and were turning dark brown, nearly black. Her skin subtly became even paler than before. Her body was lengthening and soon Harry saw before him a girl of about his own age. "My name is Mildred Ana Cartwright."
A.N.: I'm sorry; I couldn't resist leaving you with a cliffhanger! Thank you to everyone who has been so faithfully reading and reviewing! You guys rock! All will be revealed soon! (And, to make Professor Trelawney happy, I will not be leaving you with only 13 chapters.)
By Marmalade Fever
"This is it," Hermione said, pausing on their way down the stairs from the Owlery.
"What?" Harry asked, looking around.
Hermione gave him a pleading look. "Think for a second."
Harry thought, but shook his head, perplexed.
Hermione sighed. "This is where we first kissed."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, come on! This is the step where you suddenly turned on me and gave me that smooch."
"I know that, but what's this first kiss nonsense?"
"Okay, let me be more specific. Our first kiss on the lips!"
"Er, Hermione... You kissed me that same morning a few hours prior, don't you remember?"
"I did not! I didn't even see you until lunch!" Hermione's livid expression suddenly went into a look of horror. "Oh no! You're not telling me that Betty took over my shape and tricked you into kissing her?"
"Shoot!" was all Harry could say as he rubbed at his mouth. "I kissed the same person as Malfoy? Gross!"
"Okay, now this is getting personal!" Hermione said, looking enraged. "How could you have thought that she was me, anyway? Didn't the Hufflepuff robes give it away?"
"You, er, she said that you, she had to go change because someone spilled on them. They were a bit too short, but there wasn't a crest on those robes anywhere!"
"I am going to kill that little imposter!" Hermione said, looking lethal. The portraits on the walls were now all staring at them, transfixed. "Come on!" Hermione said, dragging Harry by the arm down the stairs, still cursing the girl. A few flights down, Harry had to stop her.
"Did you hear something?" he asked.
"Only the sound of that brat smooching people all over the place!"
"No, listen!" Harry hissed. Shuffling noises were emanating from behind a door to their right. "Do you know whose class that is?"
"I think it's just an extra," Hermione said, listening. Harry got out his wand and walked up to it. He tried the knob, but it was locked.
"Alohomora," he hissed. Nothing happened. "Why is my knife always broken at times like this?"
"Come on, we'll figure it out later," Hermione said. "I'm starving."
"Well, you can go on without me, I want to get to the bottom of this."
"It's probably nothing," Hermione said, though she didn't sound convinced by her own words.
"I'm going to force this door in," Harry said, firmly.
"Fine," Hermione said, "but then we've really got to eat dinner, okay?"
"I make no promises," Harry said, laughing. He held his wand up and aimed. A second later the door was lying flat on the ground. The inside of the room was pitch-black. "Lumos." Hermione screamed. Inside there were a half dozen creatures that looked like humans gone dreadfully wrong. Harry's scar prickled horribly. The men all had a distinct resemblance to Voldemort. They seemed to be incredibly dull-witted, running into one another as they fought to get to the door. Harry and Hermione both raised their wands and yelled "Stupify!" The nearest few wobbled over onto the ones behind them, which roared madly. When they were at last all stunned Harry and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Looking further into the room they saw cages and cages of small animals.
"Still want to eat dinner?" Harry asked, shakily.
"I think I've lost my appetite," Hermione said, peering at a creature nearest her, which was so close to the real thing that she could have fainted on the spot.
"Looks like Betty's been a bad girl," Harry muttered, stepping over an arm to get a better view. "What do you think she's up to?"
"Trying to resurrect the Dark Lord," came a voice from behind them. Harry and Hermione whipped around. There, with the door back up and bolted behind them, was Betty. Wand raised, she aimed at Hermione and, before they had time to react, she was transfigured into a turtle.
Without thinking, Harry grabbed his girlfriend and stuffed her into his pocket. "You!" he shouted. "Or should I say, Mary?"
"Not even close!" The face of Betty had started to change. The pigtails were slowly retreating into the girl's head and were turning dark brown, nearly black. Her skin subtly became even paler than before. Her body was lengthening and soon Harry saw before him a girl of about his own age. "My name is Mildred Ana Cartwright."
A.N.: I'm sorry; I couldn't resist leaving you with a cliffhanger! Thank you to everyone who has been so faithfully reading and reviewing! You guys rock! All will be revealed soon! (And, to make Professor Trelawney happy, I will not be leaving you with only 13 chapters.)