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I used Floo powder and threw it in the fireplace. The roaring heated flames promptly turned green. I stepped a little closer to it, feeling the heat scorch my skin.
"Hogwarts!" I shouted and stepped into the flames. The ashes started choking me and I wheezed constantly. It was a wonder that I got to the right destination. I reappeared in the Gryffindor Common Room. How strange that I didn't appear in the Great Hall or something.
I scanned Common Room. How strange. Positively everyone was doing work. Not one person seemed to be at play. All of them were busily dipping their quills in ink and dabbing at the parchment or using books as a reference. Even the Marauders seemed to be doing work.
I scuttled over curiously to a girl whom I had met named Rachel.
"Hullo Rachel!" I greeted her, trying to sound normal. Rachel barely looked at me before ducking down again to finish whatever work she was finishing.
"Is something wrong?" I asked. Rachel groaned.
"Ugh, it's just that the teachers have piled tons and tons of homework on us. They're starting to get really antsy too. If someone gets in a duel, the first thing they ask is 'was it You-Know-Who?'"
"Why?"
"I don't know! No one knows! Sirius Black nearly got expelled last week because he set off a dungbomb in the girl's dormitories and everyone knows the Marauders set one off daily." All of a sudden, everyone 'shhhh'd Rachel, snapping at her like a pack of angry geese.
"Well, I better get back to this." Rachel quieted. I continued looking around. All of a sudden it clicked. I gave a gasp, which made everyone glare at me, but I didn't care. I rushed out of the Common Room, tripping as I climbed out of the hall. I rushed quickly to Dumbledore's office.
"F-Fizzing whizbees." I doubled over in front of the gargoyle gasping for breath. For some reason, I didn't feel so good. My insides seemed to have been writhing inside or something. The gargoyle did not move. I couldn't help it. My insides seemed to be on fire. I vomited puke splattering onto the gargoyle. Then, the gargoyle (wonder of wonders) gave a disgusted look and jumped out of the way hurriedly, probably so I wouldn't puke on it again. Well, something seemed to be going right now.
I hesitated in front of the mahogany door. What if he was sleeping? After all, it seemed to be like 4 in the morning. But then again, if Sesshoumaru-I mean he (I will not say his name. It hurts too much.) was telling the truth, Dumbledore was probably still up, making artificial worlds.
"Ugh." I groaned and stumbled in the door, clutching my stomach. Professor Dumbledore appeared to be in a deep trance. His eyes were wide open and glassy. In his old, gnarled hands, a blazing orb of fire glowed brightly in the dim room. I waited a while, knowing he wouldn't want to be disturbed. My stomach was killing me. What was the matter with it?
The pain seemed to be tripling every minute and soon I was gasping for breath. My stomach sickness seemed to be spreading. It was affecting all of my organs.
All I remember next is falling onto the wooden floor, my head colliding painfully against the edge of a wooden chair. Red exploded in front of my eyes, blinding me. Then, darkness washed over me and I surrendered.
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I opened my eyes, rubbing them blearily. Bright lights were hurting my eyes.
"Miss Higurashi, glad to see you up so soon!" A positively delighted voice broke the silence. I groaned in response, rubbing my eyes harder. Soon, my vision cleared and the smiling face of Dumbledore swam into my range of seeing.
My whole body felt so heavy…when had I gained three tons? The last I remembered, I weighed one hundred and eight pounds.
"What's going on?" I asked, my voice sounding as sleepy and thick as I was feeling.
"Well, I was brewing up a spell that was supposed to have made the process of making artificial worlds a lot faster but the side effect was that all raven-haired people would experience extreme stomach pains. I'm very sorry but you should be all better now." Dumbledore explained. But he wasn't explaining the right stuff.
"No, I mean," I paused here for I had to yawn. "Why are you building an artificial world?"
"So I may defeat Lord Voldemort." Dumbledore replied simply. I jumped out of bed (with extreme effort, mind you), pissed.
"This isn't going to work, professor! Please! Please, I beg of you! You do not understand! These demons, they are vicious and they will defeat Voldemort but once you put them in a fake world, they will find out what you have done. They'll kill everyone on a killing spree!" I shrieked. Dumbledore sat in a chair, calmly, waiting for his turn to speak.
"Ah, but you don't understand, Kagome!" He exclaimed. "For the pure complexity of it! The demons may find out that I have created a fake world but they will not be able to do anything for once they get captured, there's no way they can get out!" I stood stock-still. Ok, he had a point then. But then I thought of what I might have thought of it I was a demon.
"Sir, but this is also unethical." I argued. "Demons may not feel much emotion or do much meaningful in their life but they have a right to live! And in the right dimension as well! They don't deserve to be captured in a fake world."
Dumbledore suddenly stood up.
"I'm sorry Miss Higurashi but I am not changing my views. This will work and this plan is what may save us all from extinction!" With that, he strode out of the room. And I thought InuYasha was an idiot.
"Miss Higurashi!" A clear tone suddenly spoke, sounding very disappointed.
I whipped around. Madam Pomfrey stood behind, tut tuting, and wagging her finger at me, her other hand pointing at the cot which I had been in mere minutes ago.
"You must get into bed at once! I will not have my patients out of bed when they need rest!"
"I'm fine, Madam Pomfrey." I soothed her—or at least tried to. She would have none of it.
"I will have none of that! Now, get back in your bed and I shall bring my medicine to you immediately!"
I gave a small 'eep' and scuttled back under the covers.
"Good!" She gave a satisfied nod and turned to another young girl with raven hair who was still sleeping. I thought about what I could do to stop Dumbledore from carrying out his plans.
"Madam Pomfrey?" I called when she was back in her office. She strode out at once.
"Yes dear? What is it?" She asked.
"Are you helping Dumbledore with his plan?" I demanded. Madam Pomfrey turned pale and looked everywhere as though expecting to see the devil himself in a corner.
"What plan?" She asked, playing dumb. I saw through it.
"You know what plan I'm talking about Madam." I replied.
"Of fine, of course I am." She snapped, getting ready to retreat to her office where it was safe from Kagome Higurashi, nosy girl with stomach sickness.
"Wait, Madam Pomfrey! Let me ask you one more thing!" I pleaded.
"Oh all right! What is it?" She snapped at me again.
"Why are you helping him?" I asked.
"Because Dumbledore's plans never fail." She replied simply, walking away. This time I let her, deep in thought about her simple words. Why was it that everyone followed Dumbledore's orders without a second thought? What power did he hold over everyone? I pondered this for a while then shook myself out of it. I had much more important stuff to think about.
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Bad ending. So sue me.
PS CHOBITS IS THE COOLEST EVER! I JUST FINISHED
THE SERIES AND IT WAS SOO INCREDIBLY KEWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD