Harry Potter and the Golden Bell
Chapter 5
The Shrieking Shack
Harry and Ron talked the whole way to Hogsmeade. Harry had stopped worrying about Anna-Nicole and had his heart set on some joke wands from Zonko's. He was planning on giving one to Hermione in Charms and blaming it on Ron when it turns into a frog and hops onto Professor Flitwick's head.
Everything seemed so much more free (and quiet) without Hermione, though both Harry and Ron were sure that at that moment she was talking to Parvati and Padma about leaving them alone. She didn't do it often as she was afraid of what might happen if she did.
"What time is it, Ron?" Harry had been constantly asking this for the last half hour - since Ron mentioned Anna-Nicole - and it was starting to drive Ron nuts. And, every time Ron told him, Harry would moan like a dying hippogriff.
"Crikey, Harry. It's only quarter to eleven. Honestly, stop asking!" Harry moaned yet again.
"What, don't you want to see her?" asked Ron.
"Does this look like I want to see her?" Harry turned to Ron pointing at his face. He had the most distressed, nervous expression that Ron had ever seen on Harry.
"Calm down, Harry!" Ron laughed, "You're going to be fine."
"I'm not going to be fine. I'm nervous. I get nervous when I have to talk to girls. Very nervous." Harry was shaking and his palms were sweaty.
"You don't act like this around Hermione," said Ron. He sat on a bench outside of 'The Three Broomsticks'. Harry sat next to him.
"Well Hermione's..." Ron looked at him. "...Hermione." Ron smiled.
"Well, come on then. Let's go into 'The Three Broomsticks' for a firewhiskey."
"Ron, this isn't the time for firewhiskey!" said Harry a little louder. Ron just smiled wider.
"Oh, but it is."
Harry staggered out of the bar and tripped over his own feet onto the ground. Ron leaned against a post with his arms crossed smiling. Harry's words were slurred, but he managed to put together a few sentences.
"Ron...this wasn't a good idea," he said getting up. He balanced himself on the bench that they had sat on.
"And what makes it not a good idea?" asked Ron.
"I'm HALF DRUNK, that's why!" Harry said forcefully. "Anna-Nicole's going to think that I drink!" Ron just smiled. For some reason, this, to him, was amusing. "What are you smiling at?" asked Harry.
"Have you forgotten about Anna-Nicole?" asked Ron. There was a long pause where they just stood there looking at each other, Harry thinking.
"...Come on, Ron. Let's go to Honeyduke's," said Harry patting his friend on the back.
1:00 had seemed about 50 years away for Harry. When it was, in fact, 12:50, Hermione came to Honeydukes alone to meet Harry and Ron. They were both there sitting on a bench. Harry didn't look like he did before they left. He had a paler face and he was smiling. Just a little. At least, she thought he was.
"What happened to you?" she asked.
"Nothing, let's go," said Ron standing up. If Hermione found out that he got Harry drunk, he wouldn't hear the end of it.
"I asked Harry, Ronald," she said. She put her hands on her hips. Ron looked at her for a while then pulled Harry up. He wasn't drunk anymore, but he still didn't feel one hundred percent. He was about...thirty percent. Just enough to talk to Anna-Nicole, get back to Hogwarts and go straight to sleep.
"Come on, Harry," said Ron, completely ignoring Hermione, "Time to go." Hermione gave up and followed Harry and Ron to the Shrieking Shack. They weren't going to go IN it, of course. No one was supposed to go in there, and if they were, they wouldn't. So, they met outside of it by the fence. Hermione looked around to make sure no one was coming.
"Good luck, Harry," she said, "when you're done, meet us back at Honeyduke's. Allright?" Harry nodded.
"Good luck, Harry," said Ron. And with that, he and Hermione both left Harry alone. He stood there for a while. He had 5 minutes until she came, although he couldn't be sure that she'd come right at 1:00. He became bored just standing there. Until...to his left he saw someone in a cloak...a small figure. Most likely Anna-Nicole. She probably thought that Harry hadn't guessed who was going to come yet.
"What were you THINKING, Ronald?"
"It got his mind off of Anna-Nicole! And now I'm sure he's doing fine outside of the Shrieking Shack with her."
"Do you think she's come yet?"
"I don't know..." Ron and Hermione stood there in silence until Ron spoke up. "Do you want to...get a coffee?" He said it very awkwardly and he didn't think he had a chance getting a yes from Hermione. She sort of smiled.
"Yeah as long as you pay," she said.
At 1:30, Harry came down from the Shrieking Shack. He didn't look sad, nor did he look happy. His expression was neutral and from what Ron and Hermione were getting out of it, he didn't want to talk about what had happened. Hermione asked anyway.
"How did it go, Harry?" Harry sat on a bench in front of where Ron and Hermione were standing.
"I refused," he said.
"You refused?" asked Hermione, "But why..."
"Let the man talk, Hermione," said Ron.
"I told you...I'm not ready. I might go to see her in a few days and talk with her. After all, I barely know her and I didn't talk to her much. She...she came in a cloak. And then she put down her hood and talked to me..." Hermione looked at Ron and then back at Harry.
"Would you want me to talk with her? I've been friends with her for a while. She'll talk with me," said Hermione.
"Just explain to her why," said Harry, "Explain to her that I'm not having anything to do with girls until I figure out this dream."
"You're still on that golden bell thing, aren't you?" asked Ron. Harry nodded and stood up. He was glad that they had stopped talking about Anna- Nicole.
"Whoever was in that dream knew something about Voldemort. Whoever it was told me that he had risen again and to beware the golden bell," he said.
"Well, when we get back, we'll go to the library and look it up. I already checked in my Divination textbook. There's nothing about the golden bell in there," said Hermione.
"I wonder why," said Ron in thought.
"Yeah, I wonder why too. Maybe because it's a death omen and there are only 2 other death omens besides the grim in our curriculum. It might be 7th year stuff," said Hermione. "We leave at 2. Come on, let's find something to do," she said.
When Harry, Ron, and Hermione returned to the castle, they dropped off the things that they had bought in Hogsmeade in their dormitories and headed to the library.
Hermione slammed a book onto the table that Harry and Ron were sitting at. They both almost fell out of their chairs.
"I found something," said Hermione.
"No kidding," said Ron trying to calm himself down. Hermione opened the book and read.
"The Golden Bell is an omen normally found in burnt fennel leaves and water. This omen means death, but not just death, a tragic, bloody, and brutal death. The story of the golden bell traces as far back as the 1800's when a small boy was given a tiny golden bell by his parents. They told him to ring the bell if something should happen to him. That way, if the boy was in trouble, his parents could come to his aid quickly. One day, the boy set off into the woods and encountered a man in black robes. He grabbed the boy by his collar and told him to drop the bell and if he didn't, he would die. The boy refused and was killed. The man chopped off the boy's arm and took out a small knife. He wrote on the boy's arm: Beware the golden bell.
"No one is sure even if the story is true. The story of the little boy and the golden bell might have been a wisetale, passed on through the generations, until people came to believe their own story. But, the tale lives on and is still used in the reading of burnt fennel leaves. Turn to page 364 to learn about the reading of fennel." Hermione looked up from the book at Harry. He stared right back at Hermione, thinking. Harry knew that having this dream was not a good sign. Voldemort was back.
Ha. I liked this chapter. R/R. The next chapter's coming soon. I've got a few things planned. I know how this is going to end, too. be patient, it'll come. =oP
Chapter 5
The Shrieking Shack
Harry and Ron talked the whole way to Hogsmeade. Harry had stopped worrying about Anna-Nicole and had his heart set on some joke wands from Zonko's. He was planning on giving one to Hermione in Charms and blaming it on Ron when it turns into a frog and hops onto Professor Flitwick's head.
Everything seemed so much more free (and quiet) without Hermione, though both Harry and Ron were sure that at that moment she was talking to Parvati and Padma about leaving them alone. She didn't do it often as she was afraid of what might happen if she did.
"What time is it, Ron?" Harry had been constantly asking this for the last half hour - since Ron mentioned Anna-Nicole - and it was starting to drive Ron nuts. And, every time Ron told him, Harry would moan like a dying hippogriff.
"Crikey, Harry. It's only quarter to eleven. Honestly, stop asking!" Harry moaned yet again.
"What, don't you want to see her?" asked Ron.
"Does this look like I want to see her?" Harry turned to Ron pointing at his face. He had the most distressed, nervous expression that Ron had ever seen on Harry.
"Calm down, Harry!" Ron laughed, "You're going to be fine."
"I'm not going to be fine. I'm nervous. I get nervous when I have to talk to girls. Very nervous." Harry was shaking and his palms were sweaty.
"You don't act like this around Hermione," said Ron. He sat on a bench outside of 'The Three Broomsticks'. Harry sat next to him.
"Well Hermione's..." Ron looked at him. "...Hermione." Ron smiled.
"Well, come on then. Let's go into 'The Three Broomsticks' for a firewhiskey."
"Ron, this isn't the time for firewhiskey!" said Harry a little louder. Ron just smiled wider.
"Oh, but it is."
Harry staggered out of the bar and tripped over his own feet onto the ground. Ron leaned against a post with his arms crossed smiling. Harry's words were slurred, but he managed to put together a few sentences.
"Ron...this wasn't a good idea," he said getting up. He balanced himself on the bench that they had sat on.
"And what makes it not a good idea?" asked Ron.
"I'm HALF DRUNK, that's why!" Harry said forcefully. "Anna-Nicole's going to think that I drink!" Ron just smiled. For some reason, this, to him, was amusing. "What are you smiling at?" asked Harry.
"Have you forgotten about Anna-Nicole?" asked Ron. There was a long pause where they just stood there looking at each other, Harry thinking.
"...Come on, Ron. Let's go to Honeyduke's," said Harry patting his friend on the back.
1:00 had seemed about 50 years away for Harry. When it was, in fact, 12:50, Hermione came to Honeydukes alone to meet Harry and Ron. They were both there sitting on a bench. Harry didn't look like he did before they left. He had a paler face and he was smiling. Just a little. At least, she thought he was.
"What happened to you?" she asked.
"Nothing, let's go," said Ron standing up. If Hermione found out that he got Harry drunk, he wouldn't hear the end of it.
"I asked Harry, Ronald," she said. She put her hands on her hips. Ron looked at her for a while then pulled Harry up. He wasn't drunk anymore, but he still didn't feel one hundred percent. He was about...thirty percent. Just enough to talk to Anna-Nicole, get back to Hogwarts and go straight to sleep.
"Come on, Harry," said Ron, completely ignoring Hermione, "Time to go." Hermione gave up and followed Harry and Ron to the Shrieking Shack. They weren't going to go IN it, of course. No one was supposed to go in there, and if they were, they wouldn't. So, they met outside of it by the fence. Hermione looked around to make sure no one was coming.
"Good luck, Harry," she said, "when you're done, meet us back at Honeyduke's. Allright?" Harry nodded.
"Good luck, Harry," said Ron. And with that, he and Hermione both left Harry alone. He stood there for a while. He had 5 minutes until she came, although he couldn't be sure that she'd come right at 1:00. He became bored just standing there. Until...to his left he saw someone in a cloak...a small figure. Most likely Anna-Nicole. She probably thought that Harry hadn't guessed who was going to come yet.
"What were you THINKING, Ronald?"
"It got his mind off of Anna-Nicole! And now I'm sure he's doing fine outside of the Shrieking Shack with her."
"Do you think she's come yet?"
"I don't know..." Ron and Hermione stood there in silence until Ron spoke up. "Do you want to...get a coffee?" He said it very awkwardly and he didn't think he had a chance getting a yes from Hermione. She sort of smiled.
"Yeah as long as you pay," she said.
At 1:30, Harry came down from the Shrieking Shack. He didn't look sad, nor did he look happy. His expression was neutral and from what Ron and Hermione were getting out of it, he didn't want to talk about what had happened. Hermione asked anyway.
"How did it go, Harry?" Harry sat on a bench in front of where Ron and Hermione were standing.
"I refused," he said.
"You refused?" asked Hermione, "But why..."
"Let the man talk, Hermione," said Ron.
"I told you...I'm not ready. I might go to see her in a few days and talk with her. After all, I barely know her and I didn't talk to her much. She...she came in a cloak. And then she put down her hood and talked to me..." Hermione looked at Ron and then back at Harry.
"Would you want me to talk with her? I've been friends with her for a while. She'll talk with me," said Hermione.
"Just explain to her why," said Harry, "Explain to her that I'm not having anything to do with girls until I figure out this dream."
"You're still on that golden bell thing, aren't you?" asked Ron. Harry nodded and stood up. He was glad that they had stopped talking about Anna- Nicole.
"Whoever was in that dream knew something about Voldemort. Whoever it was told me that he had risen again and to beware the golden bell," he said.
"Well, when we get back, we'll go to the library and look it up. I already checked in my Divination textbook. There's nothing about the golden bell in there," said Hermione.
"I wonder why," said Ron in thought.
"Yeah, I wonder why too. Maybe because it's a death omen and there are only 2 other death omens besides the grim in our curriculum. It might be 7th year stuff," said Hermione. "We leave at 2. Come on, let's find something to do," she said.
When Harry, Ron, and Hermione returned to the castle, they dropped off the things that they had bought in Hogsmeade in their dormitories and headed to the library.
Hermione slammed a book onto the table that Harry and Ron were sitting at. They both almost fell out of their chairs.
"I found something," said Hermione.
"No kidding," said Ron trying to calm himself down. Hermione opened the book and read.
"The Golden Bell is an omen normally found in burnt fennel leaves and water. This omen means death, but not just death, a tragic, bloody, and brutal death. The story of the golden bell traces as far back as the 1800's when a small boy was given a tiny golden bell by his parents. They told him to ring the bell if something should happen to him. That way, if the boy was in trouble, his parents could come to his aid quickly. One day, the boy set off into the woods and encountered a man in black robes. He grabbed the boy by his collar and told him to drop the bell and if he didn't, he would die. The boy refused and was killed. The man chopped off the boy's arm and took out a small knife. He wrote on the boy's arm: Beware the golden bell.
"No one is sure even if the story is true. The story of the little boy and the golden bell might have been a wisetale, passed on through the generations, until people came to believe their own story. But, the tale lives on and is still used in the reading of burnt fennel leaves. Turn to page 364 to learn about the reading of fennel." Hermione looked up from the book at Harry. He stared right back at Hermione, thinking. Harry knew that having this dream was not a good sign. Voldemort was back.
Ha. I liked this chapter. R/R. The next chapter's coming soon. I've got a few things planned. I know how this is going to end, too. be patient, it'll come. =oP