Hey peoples! Here's the second chapter. It was going to be the third, but I changed my mind. Anyway, sorry this hasn't been posted sooner, but a mixture of events has kept me from writing (against my will of course!) My friend, Lizzy 101, told me to take the story by myself from here on out. So tell me what you think of this chapter! Thanks for all of the reviews!
So long and thanks for all the fish! (If you don't get that, you suck! JJK)
Flyingthoroughbred
Chapter 2 While Hermione and Ron were walking down to Hagrid's hut, Harry was finishing his essay for Snape."Stupid Snape! Making us write five bloody rolls of parchment!" Harry grumbled under his breath as he bent over his parchment, copying down the information he had just read in Wolfbane: a History.
"Mr. Potter! There will be no swearing in my library! If you are going to speak profanities, go write your essay somewhere else!" Madam Pince lashed at him.
"Sorry, Madame Pince," Harry humbly whispered back to her.
He continued writing his essay in silence. Then the vision hit.
Hermione and Ron were standing outside having and argument with Malfoy. Dementors were heading towards them, yet they were oblivious to it. He tried to yell at them to run, but he couldn't open his mouth. It was like somebody else was controlling his body. In fact, the perspective was a little off. As the dementors came closer, he looked down and saw that he had no feet. He was slithering along the ground. He was in a snake's body! He looked up just in time to see the dementors carry Ron and Hermione off.
The vision cut off and Harry came out of his trance-like state. Before he could do anything, another one came.
Hermione and Ron were sprawled out on a damp, torch-lit dungeon floor panting. (They were fully clothed, you mind-in-the-gutter people) "Are you willing to tell me now who the other boy is who may destroy me?" a hiss said out of the darkness. Harry mentally shook himself. He knew that voice. It was the one voice in the entire world that could make him quake in fear and fill him with a righteous fury all at the same time. It was the voice of Voldemort,. Hermione and Ron glared at Voldemort, but they never said a word. "Fine," the voiced hissed at them, "I guess you need a bit more persuading before you will tell me." Voldemort pointed his wand at first Hermione and then Ron somewhere from Harry's right. "Crucio!" he spat. They twitched and jerked around on the floor, unable to control their bodies through such horrendous pain.
And as quickly as it had come, the vision stopped. Dazed and horrified by the events he had witnessed, Harry sat in front of the messy table, spread with all of his research,waiting for another vision to come. When no other came, he quickly shook himself out of his bewildered state and gathered up all of his books. He then ran out of the library, leaving a very disgruntled Madame Pince whisper-yelling at him not to run in her library.
Sorry if this is too short! I know this has got to be better than the first chapter! So long and thanks for all the fish!