b As always, the usual warnings and such… These aren't my characters, they are creations of JK Rowling, et cetera.

On to the story… /b

HR

Ron gasped. I trembled. Both of us stood rooted to the ground, wide-eyed, with no idea of what to do. The world as we had known it had shifted dramatically in a few simple moments. It was I who took the first quivering step towards to the doorway where Snape and Harry had walked through only seconds before. The door was still left ajar, and I stepped through the entrance, expecting to find scenery much like what I had just come through; dark stone walls lit by flickering torches on the walls. Instead, it could not even be called a corridor. The tunnel was plain dirt, and it was roughly dug, spiraling upwards.

Ron gulped. "We have to go, Ron," I said less than confidently. We both breathed deeply, and stepped inside the muddy trail. It was very dim inside, lit by a magical blue lighting, seeming to come from nowhere. Foot and handholds were etched in the dirt, leading upwards. I could not see where the tunnel led, only that it went up.

When my body had gone numb, and Ron was panting beside me, we reached a platform in the tunnel. A door stood beside the tunnel. "Ron?" It was the first time either of us had spoken in a long time. "Harry hasn't really gone to the dark side, has he?" It was a rhetorical question, but one that needed to be voiced.

Slowly, I creaked the door open, to find out where we were. "Bloody hell," Ron whispered. We were right outside the house of Draco Malfoy. The door we had come from disappeared as we closed it, but I could still feel it once I lost sight of it. This was amazing. A spell allowing a tunnel to go directly to a certain place. It was better than portkeys, almost.

Snape and Harry's forms were disappearing in the distance, so Ron and I followed at a distance, trying to overhear the conversation. Unfortunately, they were walking towards the house, over a wide exposed field. However, Ron and I tried our best, and eavesdropped as best we could. "Do you have the money?" Harry was saying to Snape.

"Just wait until we get to the house, boy. Don't be so impatient," Snape answered. Neither Snape, nor Harry spoke for several moments, leaving just enough time for Ron to tread on my foot, causing me to yell out.

Naturally, both Snape and Harry turned, focusing their attention on Ron and I, and they began to run.

"I'm sorry, mate," Ron panted, as we began following as fast as we could. Even with the speed charm I had placed on Ron and I, it did no good compared to Snape's charming ability. Both Ron and I were locked out of the house.

Each of the windows on the house were charmed against people peering in, and so Ron and I eventually had to accept defeat. We walked back to the doorway in the middle of the field, only to find that it had completely locked itself against us.

b I have come to the conclusion that I really don't like this story very much. I may or may not finish it, because I need to actually spend some time on the story and whatnot. So, maybe with a better plot and some thinking time/editing, I might be able to produce something worthwhile… /b