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characters...THEY ARE JUST TOO GOOD!
Author's Note: Well people, here is Chapter Three!! Sorry about the repeat! Didn't think anyone would understand it! Oops! I GOT REVIEWS! YAY! I feel so wanted! Get ready! It took me a while to get this started so please be nice! If you want to, give me some ideas for future chapters!!
Chapter Three
Dangers of the Dark
Madam Pomfrey made Hermione stay in the Hospital Wing another two days. but those two days had been extremely boring so she pleaded with the nurse to let her go back to classes. She had already missed so much work! Reluctantly, Madam Pomfrey agreed and Hermione was let out. It was breakfast time, so she headed straight to the Great Hall where she saw Harry and Ron eating and talking.
"We can't tell her," Harry whispered. "I mean, if it is who we think it is, then there's no knowing what he'd do if he knew Hermione had found out."
"Yeah, I know, but with her brains, she's bound to figure it out anyway," Ron muttered in reply.
"Figure what out?" Hermione replied, sitting besides Ron with a questioning look.
Harry and Ron both looked up.
Erm...N-Nothing," Harry replied, taking a quick bite of an apple
Hermione looked at Ron, who just kept his gaze around from hers. His ears were red so something had to be wrong. The frown on Hermione's lips deepened. They were hiding something from her. Fine. If they wanted to be like that, then let them.
"Did you tell Professor McGonagall that I would be back today?" she said, sipping her glass of water.
Harry nodded, clearly relieved of the change of subject.
"Yes, she said to tell you that she is pleased with your essay and will you read it out loud?" he said. Hermione smiled proudly.
"Yes, I think I shall," she said. "You won't be able to keep your secret for long! I'm not the smartest witch in our year for nothing!" * After breakfast, the trio had potions, so gloomily made their way down to the dungeons.
"Who would've thought we would be still doing this crap subject for our N.E.W.Ts?" Ron groaned as they walked to their desk at the back,
"Ron!" Hermione snapped. "It's your fault that you wanted to be an Auror, and you knew that N.E.W.T standard would be required!"
"I know!" he moaned, leaning his head in his arms. "But it still doesn't make it feel any better that we have the slimy git for the next year."
Hermione tutted with a shake of her head.
Snape came into the dungeon in his usual slam of the door and a flick of his long cloak. His eyes gazed over the small class like an eagle, and landed on Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"I see Miss Granger has finally decided to grace us with her presence," he said silkily, eyes fixed with hers.
"Glad to be back, Professor," Hermione replied calmly.
After a second, Snape turned away and faced the blackboard.
"So Miss Granger, I suppose that you can tell the definition of the Antronus Poison," he said.
Hermione smiled.
"It is a poison where a witch or wizard is temporarily paralysed. It is also used for its effect combined with that of the Full-Body Bind," she replied within one breath.
A moment of silence echoed throughout the class.
"Why did I ask? Five points to Gryffindor," Snape muttered.
The small group of Gryffindors that had dared to take Potions gave silent cheers and smiles in Hermione's direction.
"Way to hit Snape, 'Mione," Ron grinned. Harry nodded.
"SILENCE! I would like to start my lesson some time this year," Snape said coldly. "Now I would like you to turn to page three hundred and ninety four in your 'Advanced Potions' books and read the next four pages to which I will be testing you with at the end of this lesson."
"What?" Ron muttered with a groan. "Only he can give us test right at he end... stupid git!"
"Just grit your teeth and bare it, mate," Harry sighed, opening his book.
The lesson went as slow as it could, and when it finally ended, the trio came out looking the worst for wear.
"That had to be the worst lesson in my entire life," Harry said, walking up the stairs to the Entrance Hall. "I swear that Snape had turned from bad to worse!"
Hermione sighed.
"I actually found it quite educational," she replied, heaving her heavy bag up her shoulder.
"That's only because you were the only one in the entire class who actually managed to answer every question Snape asked you correctly," Ron said.
"Here, give me your bag, you look like you're going to fall flat on your face any second now!"
Hermione tutted, handing her bag over to her boyfriend, annoyed but unable to keep a smile from forming.
"Oi Granger, you had to show us all up, didn't you?" snarled a voice. It was Malfoy and his bodyguards.
"Get lost, Malfoy!" Hermione said, continuing to walk forwards.
Malfoy grabbed her shoulder and swung her round.
"You know, it's rude to let someone talk to your back," he said. "But I'm not surprised when you've been going out with Weasel here."
Ron stepped forward, his wand grasped tightly in his hand, eyes narrowed. He grabbed Malfoy's robe and pulled him towards his face.
"If you ever touch my girlfriend like that again, you bastard, I swear you will wish that you had never crawled out that slime-pit you came from!" Ron spat.
He pushed Malfoy at Crabbe and Goyle and grabbed Hermione's hand.
"Come on," he said, headed into the Entrance Hall, leaving the group untangling themselves.
With a small look, Hermione glanced up at Ron. She had never seen him look so angry at Malfoy before. Yet there was something else written on his face. It seemed to be fear.
"T-Thank you," she replied.
Ron looked at her with a small smile.
"S'okay," he replied.
"Well, I have a free period, so I'll see you later," Hermione said, giving Ron a kiss on the cheek. "See you, Harry!"
"Okay," Harry replied.
Hermione headed in the direction of the library, but hid behind a corner, watching her two best friends quietly.
"Now let's see what these two are talking about," she muttered, and placed an earring on her ear. She had charmed a pair of her earrings and had placed one of them on Ron's collar.
"I don't know what to do, Harry, I feel so helpless," Ron said. "I'm worried that the one who is doing this could really hurt her if they had the chance."
Harry sighed.
"I'll get Dobby to watch her at night, okay?" he replied. "That way if anything does happens, she has some protection."
Ron nodded.
"Okay," he muttered and they headed out into the grounds.
Hermione took off the earring. So they were worried. Anyone would be worried after reading that message. The question now was who was it?
She headed to the library, knowing that at least this place would be able to calm her nerves. Hermione sat at her favourite tables and glanced around. Ginny was quietly reading a small, black book, Luna was gazing at an edition of the Quibbler with her usual dazed look and Neville seemed to rushing through an essay of some kind.
"I wonder if that book has come in yet," Hermione wondered, walking over to one the bookcases. "Quieten, Quibblio, Queve, Quentin!"
She pulled out a thick, red book and smiled. It was called 'A Thousand Ways to revise for your N.E.W.Ts'
As she turned to head back to the table, something whispered in her left ear. It was quiet, but its words was malevolent.
"You didn't heed my warning! Tut tut, Miss Granger, I see that I will have to 'notch' up my attempts...STUPEFY!"
The bookcase she was standing under began to tip forward and Hermione found that her legs was locked together. She watched as the bookcase headed towards her in slow motion.
"FREZIO!" shouted a voice, and the case froze in mid-air. Someone pushed out of the way and she fell to the ground with a small THUD! Shaking,
Hermione turned her rescuer. It was Neville. He had his wand in his hand and seemed to be gaping at the frozen bookcase.
"Neville? Did you stop that?" Hermione whispered in awe.
Neville nodded.
"I didn't think that it would work," he replied. "To be honest, I didn't think...I just cast the spell and pushed you out of the way."
"Thank you," Hermione said. "Hermione!" cried Ginny's voice. She looked over to see Ron's sister running towards her, a frightened expression upon her face. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Hermione explained, leaving only the sinister whisper out of it. When she finished, she noticed that Neville had disappeared back to his essay and that Ginny was looking at her, mouth wide open.
"It looks like someone is out to get you, doesn't it?" Ginny replied, helping her friend up.
Hermione nodded. It wouldn't be the first time. In her second year, a Basilisk set out by Lord Voldemort had targeted all the muggleborns, including her. She knew Ginny was thinking about that time also, for she had been possessed by him, and she still felt a slight guilt about Hermione and Colin being petrified because of her.
"It's okay, Gin," she replied, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "Just don't tell Ron about this. He's still 'flapping' about what happened a week ago, which for some strange reason, I can't remember."
Ginny gave a small giggle.
"I think you were the tester for Fred and George's Forget-Me-Please," she said.
A tut came from Hermione. She didn't actually want to be the tester, but Ron must've have done for a good reason.
"Oh well, I'd better get this book stamped out," she said with a smile, and headed towards Madam's Pince's desk.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yes, Madam Pince, I think I'll be fine," Hermione said.
Next time, you won't be so lucky!
(I'm no good with cliffies, but I am good with tension! How's dat then? Spooky? Dark? Or just plain rubbish? Rather not have any flames, but LOVE reviews! Keep em comin'!)
Author's Note: Well people, here is Chapter Three!! Sorry about the repeat! Didn't think anyone would understand it! Oops! I GOT REVIEWS! YAY! I feel so wanted! Get ready! It took me a while to get this started so please be nice! If you want to, give me some ideas for future chapters!!
Chapter Three
Dangers of the Dark
Madam Pomfrey made Hermione stay in the Hospital Wing another two days. but those two days had been extremely boring so she pleaded with the nurse to let her go back to classes. She had already missed so much work! Reluctantly, Madam Pomfrey agreed and Hermione was let out. It was breakfast time, so she headed straight to the Great Hall where she saw Harry and Ron eating and talking.
"We can't tell her," Harry whispered. "I mean, if it is who we think it is, then there's no knowing what he'd do if he knew Hermione had found out."
"Yeah, I know, but with her brains, she's bound to figure it out anyway," Ron muttered in reply.
"Figure what out?" Hermione replied, sitting besides Ron with a questioning look.
Harry and Ron both looked up.
Erm...N-Nothing," Harry replied, taking a quick bite of an apple
Hermione looked at Ron, who just kept his gaze around from hers. His ears were red so something had to be wrong. The frown on Hermione's lips deepened. They were hiding something from her. Fine. If they wanted to be like that, then let them.
"Did you tell Professor McGonagall that I would be back today?" she said, sipping her glass of water.
Harry nodded, clearly relieved of the change of subject.
"Yes, she said to tell you that she is pleased with your essay and will you read it out loud?" he said. Hermione smiled proudly.
"Yes, I think I shall," she said. "You won't be able to keep your secret for long! I'm not the smartest witch in our year for nothing!" * After breakfast, the trio had potions, so gloomily made their way down to the dungeons.
"Who would've thought we would be still doing this crap subject for our N.E.W.Ts?" Ron groaned as they walked to their desk at the back,
"Ron!" Hermione snapped. "It's your fault that you wanted to be an Auror, and you knew that N.E.W.T standard would be required!"
"I know!" he moaned, leaning his head in his arms. "But it still doesn't make it feel any better that we have the slimy git for the next year."
Hermione tutted with a shake of her head.
Snape came into the dungeon in his usual slam of the door and a flick of his long cloak. His eyes gazed over the small class like an eagle, and landed on Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"I see Miss Granger has finally decided to grace us with her presence," he said silkily, eyes fixed with hers.
"Glad to be back, Professor," Hermione replied calmly.
After a second, Snape turned away and faced the blackboard.
"So Miss Granger, I suppose that you can tell the definition of the Antronus Poison," he said.
Hermione smiled.
"It is a poison where a witch or wizard is temporarily paralysed. It is also used for its effect combined with that of the Full-Body Bind," she replied within one breath.
A moment of silence echoed throughout the class.
"Why did I ask? Five points to Gryffindor," Snape muttered.
The small group of Gryffindors that had dared to take Potions gave silent cheers and smiles in Hermione's direction.
"Way to hit Snape, 'Mione," Ron grinned. Harry nodded.
"SILENCE! I would like to start my lesson some time this year," Snape said coldly. "Now I would like you to turn to page three hundred and ninety four in your 'Advanced Potions' books and read the next four pages to which I will be testing you with at the end of this lesson."
"What?" Ron muttered with a groan. "Only he can give us test right at he end... stupid git!"
"Just grit your teeth and bare it, mate," Harry sighed, opening his book.
The lesson went as slow as it could, and when it finally ended, the trio came out looking the worst for wear.
"That had to be the worst lesson in my entire life," Harry said, walking up the stairs to the Entrance Hall. "I swear that Snape had turned from bad to worse!"
Hermione sighed.
"I actually found it quite educational," she replied, heaving her heavy bag up her shoulder.
"That's only because you were the only one in the entire class who actually managed to answer every question Snape asked you correctly," Ron said.
"Here, give me your bag, you look like you're going to fall flat on your face any second now!"
Hermione tutted, handing her bag over to her boyfriend, annoyed but unable to keep a smile from forming.
"Oi Granger, you had to show us all up, didn't you?" snarled a voice. It was Malfoy and his bodyguards.
"Get lost, Malfoy!" Hermione said, continuing to walk forwards.
Malfoy grabbed her shoulder and swung her round.
"You know, it's rude to let someone talk to your back," he said. "But I'm not surprised when you've been going out with Weasel here."
Ron stepped forward, his wand grasped tightly in his hand, eyes narrowed. He grabbed Malfoy's robe and pulled him towards his face.
"If you ever touch my girlfriend like that again, you bastard, I swear you will wish that you had never crawled out that slime-pit you came from!" Ron spat.
He pushed Malfoy at Crabbe and Goyle and grabbed Hermione's hand.
"Come on," he said, headed into the Entrance Hall, leaving the group untangling themselves.
With a small look, Hermione glanced up at Ron. She had never seen him look so angry at Malfoy before. Yet there was something else written on his face. It seemed to be fear.
"T-Thank you," she replied.
Ron looked at her with a small smile.
"S'okay," he replied.
"Well, I have a free period, so I'll see you later," Hermione said, giving Ron a kiss on the cheek. "See you, Harry!"
"Okay," Harry replied.
Hermione headed in the direction of the library, but hid behind a corner, watching her two best friends quietly.
"Now let's see what these two are talking about," she muttered, and placed an earring on her ear. She had charmed a pair of her earrings and had placed one of them on Ron's collar.
"I don't know what to do, Harry, I feel so helpless," Ron said. "I'm worried that the one who is doing this could really hurt her if they had the chance."
Harry sighed.
"I'll get Dobby to watch her at night, okay?" he replied. "That way if anything does happens, she has some protection."
Ron nodded.
"Okay," he muttered and they headed out into the grounds.
Hermione took off the earring. So they were worried. Anyone would be worried after reading that message. The question now was who was it?
She headed to the library, knowing that at least this place would be able to calm her nerves. Hermione sat at her favourite tables and glanced around. Ginny was quietly reading a small, black book, Luna was gazing at an edition of the Quibbler with her usual dazed look and Neville seemed to rushing through an essay of some kind.
"I wonder if that book has come in yet," Hermione wondered, walking over to one the bookcases. "Quieten, Quibblio, Queve, Quentin!"
She pulled out a thick, red book and smiled. It was called 'A Thousand Ways to revise for your N.E.W.Ts'
As she turned to head back to the table, something whispered in her left ear. It was quiet, but its words was malevolent.
"You didn't heed my warning! Tut tut, Miss Granger, I see that I will have to 'notch' up my attempts...STUPEFY!"
The bookcase she was standing under began to tip forward and Hermione found that her legs was locked together. She watched as the bookcase headed towards her in slow motion.
"FREZIO!" shouted a voice, and the case froze in mid-air. Someone pushed out of the way and she fell to the ground with a small THUD! Shaking,
Hermione turned her rescuer. It was Neville. He had his wand in his hand and seemed to be gaping at the frozen bookcase.
"Neville? Did you stop that?" Hermione whispered in awe.
Neville nodded.
"I didn't think that it would work," he replied. "To be honest, I didn't think...I just cast the spell and pushed you out of the way."
"Thank you," Hermione said. "Hermione!" cried Ginny's voice. She looked over to see Ron's sister running towards her, a frightened expression upon her face. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Hermione explained, leaving only the sinister whisper out of it. When she finished, she noticed that Neville had disappeared back to his essay and that Ginny was looking at her, mouth wide open.
"It looks like someone is out to get you, doesn't it?" Ginny replied, helping her friend up.
Hermione nodded. It wouldn't be the first time. In her second year, a Basilisk set out by Lord Voldemort had targeted all the muggleborns, including her. She knew Ginny was thinking about that time also, for she had been possessed by him, and she still felt a slight guilt about Hermione and Colin being petrified because of her.
"It's okay, Gin," she replied, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "Just don't tell Ron about this. He's still 'flapping' about what happened a week ago, which for some strange reason, I can't remember."
Ginny gave a small giggle.
"I think you were the tester for Fred and George's Forget-Me-Please," she said.
A tut came from Hermione. She didn't actually want to be the tester, but Ron must've have done for a good reason.
"Oh well, I'd better get this book stamped out," she said with a smile, and headed towards Madam's Pince's desk.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yes, Madam Pince, I think I'll be fine," Hermione said.
Next time, you won't be so lucky!
(I'm no good with cliffies, but I am good with tension! How's dat then? Spooky? Dark? Or just plain rubbish? Rather not have any flames, but LOVE reviews! Keep em comin'!)