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Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Chapter 10: Back to Work
A jolly good fifteen minutes later, the four of us were seated in Dumbledore's office awaiting our punishment. Dumbledore looked at us, his eyes twinkling, "How are your projects going so far?"
Blaise sighed, as if on cue. Ginny spoke up, "We haven't found anything yet and we've looked all over the library Professor." Draco and I nodded our agreement.
"Ah, I see," said Professor Dumbledore, "Well. A few of the portraits have been talking about a portrait that keeps on repeating the same poem over and over again," he paused to look at each of us and then continued, "I have not visited the portrait yet, I can't seem to find it. You will have to ask the portraits and try to find it yourselves." He stood up, "You may go." As we were leaving he said, "Oh, and if you all need butterbeer, there is some in the kitchens."
Not saying another word, we all trooped out of Dumbledore's office and headed back to our separate rooms. Mutter good night to each other, we all parted ways and headed for our rooms to go to sleep.
After a fruitless hour of not being able to sleep, I got up. Putting on my robes and my lightest cloak, I grabbed my wand and walked out of my room. The disgruntled young witch in my portrait asked me suspiciously, "And just *who* are you going to meet?" When I didn't reply she continued, "Oh! I know who you're going to meet, and I must say he is quite handsome!" I still had no idea who she was talking about-even though it's either Draco or Blaise. Noticing the confused look on my face for the first time she explained, "The boy- I don't know his name- but I do know apart from the fact that he is handsome, he tends to say something after you're gone in the few times he has followed you. Now what was it?" she paused a moment and then, looking quite proud of herself replied, "Oh yes! He always says, 'Sleep well my lady.' and then disappears down thee hall."
Shock. At least I think that's what I was feeling. Turning, I ran blindly down the hallway, down one set of stairs and up another, until I was so hopelessly lost that the only thing to do was to keep going. All things must come to an end. My running only stopped because I had reached a dead end hallway. It was then that I realized that the hallway was pitch black. "Lumos," I said softly, and the hall was instantly lit. The next thing I noticed was a portrait was at the end of the hallway-and that the old wizard in the portrait was looking at me like I was an alien that just magically dropped out of the sky.
Giving the wizard a faint smile, I apologized, "Sorry I interrupted your sleep sir."
Shaking his head, he smiled, "No, no it's all right miss. I haven't seen anybody in years. They don't come up here anymore-they haven't in the longest time-as you can probably tell." It was pretty obvious-the floor and walls were covered in a thick dust that could only be accumulated over many, many years.
My curiosity getting the better of me, I asked, "Why not?"
He smiled at me sadly and shook his head, "Many reasons can be thought of as an answer to that question in four hundred years."
The realization that I was standing in four hundred years of dust struck me. Whipping out my wand, I said a very handy dusting charm, and almost instantly, the corridor was dust free. The old wizard beamed at me, "Thank you, dear child that was most kind of you."
Smiling I replied, "Anytime sir."
"Pray tell miss, what year are you? And what house?" he asked.
I answered his question quickly, "I am a seventh year Gryffindor."
"Ah," he said, "of the house of Lion. I see. Very interesting."
"What's so interesting?" I asked him, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Before he could reply his attention was drawn by something behind me. Whirling I gasped-for behind me was none other than the Slytherin Prince himself, Draco Malfoy. But what shocked me the most was the look of concern on his face, and unless I am mistaken-that would be concern for *me.*
The old wizard spoke up, "And just who might you be, lad?"
What shocked me nest was what Draco did. He bowed to the old wizard, "Draco Malfoy, sir, seventh year Slytherin."
The old wizard smiled, "Ah, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor! Do you two know each other?" I glanced at Draco and he nodded, "Do you get along?" Draco nodded again. "Interesting. If I remember, correct me if I am wrong, Slytherin and Gryffindor never used to get along."
Nodding I said, "Yes, that is true."
"Well then, forgive me if I am prying, but why is it that you two get along?" he asked.
Draco looked at me and smirked, obviously implying that I could answer this question. So I said, "I.I'm not sure."
Draco said, "Four of us have to work on a project for Professor Dumbledore. Hermione is partners with my friend Blaise, who is a Slytherin, and I am partners with her friend Ginny, who is a Gryffindor."
"I see," the old wizard replied, "What exactly is your project?"
Draco answered him, "To find something that disappeared about four hundred years ago."
The wizard made no reply. Curious as to his silence, I inquired, "What ever is the matter sir?"
He looked at us and replied slowly, "This thing you have to find.what is it?"
Draco glanced at me, and I nodded, and he said, "Phoenix House."
The old wizards eyes were.well, I couldn't tell. A shocked sort of look came over his face before he replied.
A/N: Oh, I'm soooooo evil! Cliffie! LOL. Well??!!! How did I do this chapter? Let me know! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Chapter 10: Back to Work
A jolly good fifteen minutes later, the four of us were seated in Dumbledore's office awaiting our punishment. Dumbledore looked at us, his eyes twinkling, "How are your projects going so far?"
Blaise sighed, as if on cue. Ginny spoke up, "We haven't found anything yet and we've looked all over the library Professor." Draco and I nodded our agreement.
"Ah, I see," said Professor Dumbledore, "Well. A few of the portraits have been talking about a portrait that keeps on repeating the same poem over and over again," he paused to look at each of us and then continued, "I have not visited the portrait yet, I can't seem to find it. You will have to ask the portraits and try to find it yourselves." He stood up, "You may go." As we were leaving he said, "Oh, and if you all need butterbeer, there is some in the kitchens."
Not saying another word, we all trooped out of Dumbledore's office and headed back to our separate rooms. Mutter good night to each other, we all parted ways and headed for our rooms to go to sleep.
After a fruitless hour of not being able to sleep, I got up. Putting on my robes and my lightest cloak, I grabbed my wand and walked out of my room. The disgruntled young witch in my portrait asked me suspiciously, "And just *who* are you going to meet?" When I didn't reply she continued, "Oh! I know who you're going to meet, and I must say he is quite handsome!" I still had no idea who she was talking about-even though it's either Draco or Blaise. Noticing the confused look on my face for the first time she explained, "The boy- I don't know his name- but I do know apart from the fact that he is handsome, he tends to say something after you're gone in the few times he has followed you. Now what was it?" she paused a moment and then, looking quite proud of herself replied, "Oh yes! He always says, 'Sleep well my lady.' and then disappears down thee hall."
Shock. At least I think that's what I was feeling. Turning, I ran blindly down the hallway, down one set of stairs and up another, until I was so hopelessly lost that the only thing to do was to keep going. All things must come to an end. My running only stopped because I had reached a dead end hallway. It was then that I realized that the hallway was pitch black. "Lumos," I said softly, and the hall was instantly lit. The next thing I noticed was a portrait was at the end of the hallway-and that the old wizard in the portrait was looking at me like I was an alien that just magically dropped out of the sky.
Giving the wizard a faint smile, I apologized, "Sorry I interrupted your sleep sir."
Shaking his head, he smiled, "No, no it's all right miss. I haven't seen anybody in years. They don't come up here anymore-they haven't in the longest time-as you can probably tell." It was pretty obvious-the floor and walls were covered in a thick dust that could only be accumulated over many, many years.
My curiosity getting the better of me, I asked, "Why not?"
He smiled at me sadly and shook his head, "Many reasons can be thought of as an answer to that question in four hundred years."
The realization that I was standing in four hundred years of dust struck me. Whipping out my wand, I said a very handy dusting charm, and almost instantly, the corridor was dust free. The old wizard beamed at me, "Thank you, dear child that was most kind of you."
Smiling I replied, "Anytime sir."
"Pray tell miss, what year are you? And what house?" he asked.
I answered his question quickly, "I am a seventh year Gryffindor."
"Ah," he said, "of the house of Lion. I see. Very interesting."
"What's so interesting?" I asked him, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Before he could reply his attention was drawn by something behind me. Whirling I gasped-for behind me was none other than the Slytherin Prince himself, Draco Malfoy. But what shocked me the most was the look of concern on his face, and unless I am mistaken-that would be concern for *me.*
The old wizard spoke up, "And just who might you be, lad?"
What shocked me nest was what Draco did. He bowed to the old wizard, "Draco Malfoy, sir, seventh year Slytherin."
The old wizard smiled, "Ah, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor! Do you two know each other?" I glanced at Draco and he nodded, "Do you get along?" Draco nodded again. "Interesting. If I remember, correct me if I am wrong, Slytherin and Gryffindor never used to get along."
Nodding I said, "Yes, that is true."
"Well then, forgive me if I am prying, but why is it that you two get along?" he asked.
Draco looked at me and smirked, obviously implying that I could answer this question. So I said, "I.I'm not sure."
Draco said, "Four of us have to work on a project for Professor Dumbledore. Hermione is partners with my friend Blaise, who is a Slytherin, and I am partners with her friend Ginny, who is a Gryffindor."
"I see," the old wizard replied, "What exactly is your project?"
Draco answered him, "To find something that disappeared about four hundred years ago."
The wizard made no reply. Curious as to his silence, I inquired, "What ever is the matter sir?"
He looked at us and replied slowly, "This thing you have to find.what is it?"
Draco glanced at me, and I nodded, and he said, "Phoenix House."
The old wizards eyes were.well, I couldn't tell. A shocked sort of look came over his face before he replied.
A/N: Oh, I'm soooooo evil! Cliffie! LOL. Well??!!! How did I do this chapter? Let me know! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!