A few weeks down the road of life, Hermione seems to be working even harder
then even the first year of hogwarts, if that can happen.
She bumps into Ron and ends up dropping everything from her arms.
"Damn It." she mumbles and they both bend down to pick up her things, " thanks Ron."
"it's nothing Herm. So what have you been ^ 2 these past few weeks?"
"Oh you know, homework, schoolwork, extra work, classes, and things like that. What about you Ron?"
"Nothing much. Pretty much the same as always."
(Meanwhile where ever Harry is)
Harry slips into the Girl's bathroom, on the second floor.
He looks around; making sure NO ONE is in there. After making sure no one is in his or her Harry pulls out a...
Harry pulls out a small knife. He takes the cool hard metal and places it against his left under wrist
(a/n: is that even a word? under wrist? oh well, it is now.)
Just then the door gets shoved open.
"We know you are in here Harry," A slightly angry(SP?) voice says, "We have looked ever where else, you have to be in here. Just come out, we only want to talk."
'I can't. They wouldn't understand. They can never find out again...'
Harry slips on his CLOKE (SP?).
'It's now or never Harry James Potter.' Harry thinks as Hermione shoves open the door.
"I guess he isn't in here after all Ron."
"Where should we check now then?"
"Lets recheck the common room."
Just as Ron opens the door, it feels like something or someone runs past him, and out the door.
'Could it have been Harry? I must be losing it.' He thinks as Hermione and him walk off towards the Gryffindor common room again, to recheck for Harry.
Later that night, one Gryffindor lays awake, for some reason, not being able to sleep very well for the last few weeks.
Harry rolls over from his back, sighs and looks at the drawer near his bed. He opens it and pulls out the knife that he keeps on him at all times, or at the very lest, near him.
As he lefts up the knife, some light from the full moon happens to bounce off of it and makes it shine.
The whole knife shines, well the whole knife but one spot.
The one spot on the knife that doesn't shine seems to be covered in something, but just from the moonlight no one could really tell what it is.
Harry slips it back into the drawer and turns over, trying his best to sleep.
She bumps into Ron and ends up dropping everything from her arms.
"Damn It." she mumbles and they both bend down to pick up her things, " thanks Ron."
"it's nothing Herm. So what have you been ^ 2 these past few weeks?"
"Oh you know, homework, schoolwork, extra work, classes, and things like that. What about you Ron?"
"Nothing much. Pretty much the same as always."
(Meanwhile where ever Harry is)
Harry slips into the Girl's bathroom, on the second floor.
He looks around; making sure NO ONE is in there. After making sure no one is in his or her Harry pulls out a...
Harry pulls out a small knife. He takes the cool hard metal and places it against his left under wrist
(a/n: is that even a word? under wrist? oh well, it is now.)
Just then the door gets shoved open.
"We know you are in here Harry," A slightly angry(SP?) voice says, "We have looked ever where else, you have to be in here. Just come out, we only want to talk."
'I can't. They wouldn't understand. They can never find out again...'
Harry slips on his CLOKE (SP?).
'It's now or never Harry James Potter.' Harry thinks as Hermione shoves open the door.
"I guess he isn't in here after all Ron."
"Where should we check now then?"
"Lets recheck the common room."
Just as Ron opens the door, it feels like something or someone runs past him, and out the door.
'Could it have been Harry? I must be losing it.' He thinks as Hermione and him walk off towards the Gryffindor common room again, to recheck for Harry.
Later that night, one Gryffindor lays awake, for some reason, not being able to sleep very well for the last few weeks.
Harry rolls over from his back, sighs and looks at the drawer near his bed. He opens it and pulls out the knife that he keeps on him at all times, or at the very lest, near him.
As he lefts up the knife, some light from the full moon happens to bounce off of it and makes it shine.
The whole knife shines, well the whole knife but one spot.
The one spot on the knife that doesn't shine seems to be covered in something, but just from the moonlight no one could really tell what it is.
Harry slips it back into the drawer and turns over, trying his best to sleep.