A/N: All HP characters, locales, and objects belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any money for writing this story. I, Queen of Alexandria, am writing this fan fiction for fun only.
Italics represent Hermione's thoughts. Bold represents Sirius' thoughts. Replies to reviewers are located at the end of the chapter.
I didn't originally plan to write a scene in which Sirius pranks Malfoy, but vixen519 asked for the prank in a review, and I eventually came up with the idea for the particular prank that I used in the story. Thanks to vixen 519 for the idea.
Because I haven't been able to update quite as often, I have made this chapter longer than the rest.
Unspeakable
Chapter Six: The Unexpected
Sirius was initially surprised at how different his old friend looked. Remus was older now, and the past thirteen years had not been kind to him. The lines around his eyes had deepened, and his hair was almost entirely gray.
Remus appeared astounded at seeing Sirius, or possibly someone who could imitate him so well, standing in the hallway of Hermione's house. However, in a matter of seconds, Remus' confusion turned to anger.
Remus entered the house and drew his wand. "I don't know who you are or how you managed to make yourself the exact image of Sirius Black, but I won't let you harm Hermione. She has been caused enough grief at the hands of the Death Eaters, and it ends now," Remus threatened, his wand aimed at Sirius.
"Moony, it's me. I've come back, and the last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt Hermione," Sirius said truthfully.
Remus' glare wavered. The supposed imposter looked and behaved so like Sirius that it was uncanny. Most imposters could achieve the appearance of a person, but few could manage to acquire the details of the person's demeanor. The man standing at wand point with his back pressed against the wall had managed the same facial expressions that often used to appear on Sirius' countenance, and hardly anyone else referred to Remus as Moony.
Remus was still prepared to hex the man in front of him, but he was also becoming indecisive at this point.
In the living room, Hermione was getting worried. It can't possibly take that long to answer the door…unless he's gotten into trouble of some sort. He always did have a knack for trouble. She rose from her seat on the couch and crossed the house to the front hallway as hastily as she could manage.
When Hermione arrived in the hallway, she was confronted with an unexpected sight. Remus had apparently finished with his mission for the Order ahead of schedule and decided to pay her a visit. He must have thought that Sirius was an intruder in disguise, as he now held his old friend at wand point.
"Remus, stop!" Hermione called out from across the hall as she made her way toward her visitor.
Remus seemed further confused by the fact that Hermione knew and would defend the man who looked identical to the deceased Sirius Black, but he lowered his wand.
Perfect timing, Hermione. Sirius was very relieved that she had prevented Moony from hexing him, as Remus knew very many unpleasant hexes.
"What's going on, Hermione?" Remus questioned.
"I brought Sirius back from the veil. The veil is my first assignment as an Unspeakable, and I discovered that it is a portal that traps anything or anyone that falls through it and doesn't allow the person or object to pass back through to the living. Sirius remained alive after both Bellatrix's curse and the fall, so I used the Traicio spell and Accio to summon him," Hermione explained for what felt like the millionth time.
Remus was a logical wizard, so he remained a bit skeptical. Hermione realized that she could not blame him, as the idea seemed ridiculous and borderline fictitious when voiced aloud.
It was evident to Sirius that Remus was still under the impression that he was a Death Eater determined to trick Hermione and then hurt her. How can I prove that I'm really me, though? What would only the real Sirius Black know or say or do? Sirius concentrated for a few moments before forming a plan.
"Moony, I can prove that I'm Sirius. Watch," Sirius declared.
With that said, Sirius took out his wand and began to conjure a Patronus. No two looked alike, and no one but the real Sirius could conjure one that took such a form. He knew that it would take much more effort without a dementor or a boggart, but it was the only way to settle the matter. He focused on the last time he had seen Lily and James, when he had discovered that they had never hated him for all that had happened, that they had never blamed him. "Expecto Patronum!" Sirius yelled, and a silver dog that resembled his animagus form emerged and ran the length of the corridor before vanishing.
Both Hermione and Sirius could tell that Remus was convinced. After a moment he said, " I guess I'm not the last Marauder after all. Welcome back, Sirius."
The three of them left the hall and walked to the living room, where Hermione promptly took up her seat on the couch. Her leg had been aching again, and she was grateful for the rest.
"How've you been?" Sirius inquired.
"The last few years have been difficult for the Order; Hermione's already told you, I'd bet. Last year, though, Kingsley approved a law that helped those like me get jobs. Since then, I've been a substitute professor for several different schools. I love it, but I'm still looking for a job as a full-time professor," Remus responded.
"I'm happy for you," Sirius congratulated. He had always thought that the discrimination his friend faced was unfair. Such prejudice only made the narrow-minded ignorance of many people painfully evident. Sirius knew how much teaching meant to Remus, and he was glad to hear of the new law.
Remus seemed to be pondering something when he suddenly commented, "You look young. You haven't changed since that night in the Department of Mysteries."
"One perk of falling through the veil was that I didn't age for thirteen years. It's convenient but really strange," Sirius said. Sirius was aware that he was now in a generation of his own. He was thirteen years younger than his old classmates, including Remus, and only eleven years older than Harry and Hermione. It was rather hard to adjust to.
Remus stayed for about an hour more before departing for his house, and Hermione soon became lost in thought. The drastic change that had occurred in her life seemed to astound Hermione each and every time she thought about it. She had wished for three years that someone would help her piece the broken shards of her life back together, and that wish was slowly, gradually becoming a reality. Since Sirius had come back, things had been looking up, and Hermione had allowed herself to hope that life would be once again enjoyable.
Hermione retired to her room early that night and was once again fortunate to get a good night's rest, free of the nightmares that had often plagued her. When she woke, she prepared to leave for work and went downstairs to the kitchen, where she found Sirius in his usual early morning, comatose state.
"Today's the Order meeting. You can meet me in the corridor outside the Department of Mysteries at around 6:00; I have to work late. Grace will be coming with us. She's joining the Order," Hermione announced after eating a granola bar for breakfast.
"I'll be there. It's good to hear that Grace is joining. I think she'll be a great Order member," Sirius said, his voice still hoarse from sleep.
Hermione's day at work was decent. The case regarding the veil was still unsolved, but the odds of a breakthrough seemed to be improving. Hermione spent part of the day talking to Grace and Shane. They really were fun to talk to because they were so outgoing and sometimes comical.
Sirius decided to arrive early. It had been years since he had had the opportunity to explore the Ministry building, and things had changed so much in the past few years. He also planned to pull a prank while there. After gathering the necessities of mischief making, Sirius apparated to the visitor's entrance, and entered the building at about 4:30.
Sirius did not yet want to reveal his identity to anyone when it could be avoided, so he slipped inconspicuously past the security checkpoint in the Atrium. After successfully spending three years on the run, such a deed hardly seemed challenging.
Sirius took the lift to level nine, which contained the Department of Mysteries. He knew that in order for his plan to prank Malfoy to work, he would need help, and Hermione's friend Grace seemed to be a good candidate for an accomplice.
Luckily, Sirius remembered which door led to the Department's main office, and he was granted passage to his destination. Once inside, he tried to remain unnoticed. Sirius strode purposely through the corridors and offices, as thought he were an Unspeakable on a mission. No one seemed to realize that he did not belong on the premises.
He observed Hermione seated at a desk and focused entirely on the various yellowed pieces of parchment in front of her. Sirius did not think she would see him. Soon he found Grace; she was passing by him in the hallway.
"Grace," he hissed quietly. After a moment, she looked in his direction, and he pulled her toward the side of the corridor.
"Sirius, what are you doing here?" Grace asked.
"I'm here for a prank, but I'll need help. Are you interested?"
"Maybe; it depends on the prank."
"Do you know Lucius Malfoy?"
"I've never met him, but he once tried to use his influence with some of the Ministry higher-ups to get me fired. Why do you ask?"
"Since he won't recognize you, this will work perfectly. I need you to contact him, and tell him that the Ministry requires his presence in level two, office 291. It's really a vacant office, but he doesn't know that. When Malfoy arrives, you'll lead him to the office, and then you'll leave. After that, the prank will begin."
Grace thought for only a split second before agreeing to the plan. She couldn't stand the arrogant pain in the arse and thought that he deserved what he would get. The thrill of pranking was also highly irresistible.
Grace used an empty fireplace connected to the Floo Network to contact Malfoy Manner while Sirius waited just outside the door. He could only catch bits and pieces of the conversation, but Sirius could tell by Grace's devious grin when she emerged that things were going as planned.
Sirius went into the room that was to be used to execute the prank and took out the can of invisible magical super glue. A chair sat in front of a desk that was littered with old scraps of parchment that had been abandoned when the former occupants of the office had left. Sirius carefully glued the chair to the floor before liberally coating the seat, back, and arms of the chair with the extremely sticky substance.
Sirius then concealed himself in a side corridor near the vacant office to watch and wait. Sirius anxiously observed the corridor for a few minutes before he heard footsteps approaching. However, he knew that the new arrival couldn't be part of the plan because there was only one person rather than two. Sirius remained still and hoped the intruder would go away soon.
His hopes were dashed, though, when Hermione suddenly entered the room and came to stand in front of him, hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face. She looked very much like a younger version of McGonagall in Sirius' opinion.
"Sirius Black, what are you doing here?" Hermione questioned accusingly. "Are those dung bombs?" she added in a wary voice upon noticing the objects on the table beside him.
"Um…yes, they are, Hermione." He knew he had been caught, and Hermione was too intelligent to fall for a typical Marauder lie or excuse. Besides, she probably wouldn't mind once he had explained everything.
"You can't just gallivant around the Ministry building pranking whomever you want to. There are rules against that sort of thing," Hermione admonished, her voice rising with each word.
Sirius winced. "Keep your voice down," he warned. "You shouldn't be so uptight. Besides, Malfoy deserves it. I'm not doing anything wrong."
"I suppose you're right, but I'm going to get back to work. If you're caught, they might think that I helped you." Hermione's reply was typical; she had always been a stickler for rules.
Sirius smirked. "Who said anything about getting caught? Care to join me?" he invited.
Hermione seemed to be deliberating the issue when Sirius heard Grace leading Malfoy down the corridor. "You can wait in the office just down the hall. Have a seat, and the Minister will be with you shortly. If you'll just follow me…"
"Too late now. You'll have to stay." With that said Sirius grabbed Hermione by the arm and pulled her into the room with him. If she walked back down the corridor, the plan could be ruined.
On Grace's instruction, Malfoy entered the office and took a seat in the chair. After Grace had left the room and joined Sirius and a reluctant Hermione, Sirius took out his wand and whispered a charm. Hermione was not surprised that Grace had allied with Sirius, but Grace seemed startled to find Hermione in on the prank.
Within a matter of seconds, a fake flame had appeared in the corner of the room. The flame was harmless, but it seemed very real, and heat waves emanated from it. The fire began to spread rapidly, and Malfoy began to panic. He hastily tried to move from the chair only to find that he could not.
After considerable effort on Malfoy's part, the chair broke free from the floor, and Malfoy almost entirely disengaged himself from the aforementioned seat. His expensive, luxurious robes were torn in many places, but the chair was still attached firmly to his left arm.
Malfoy seemed terrified at the prospect of being burned alive, but much to his unexpected relief, the blaze merely passed over him, leaving him completely unharmed. Hermione found herself laughing along with Sirius and Grace at the priceless look on his face.
As a parting gift of sorts, Sirius tossed two dung bombs into the room, allowing the three troublemakers to run. After hiding around a corner, they were able to observe the once dignified Lucius Malfoy storming out of the Ministry building, dragging the heavy, antique chair that refused to detach itself from his arm.
Hermione once again joined her two friends in peals of laughter. That wasn't so bad. I can see why Sirius likes to prank people. I just don't think I'll tell him that.
Once she had fully recovered her sense of reason, Hermione looked at her watch. "We have to go now or we'll be late for the Order meeting," she declared as she started to hurry towards the supply closet that served as the façade for the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.
Within moments, Hermione entered the Order's domain and walked to the large room in the center of headquarters that was known as the meeting room. Almost everyone was already assembled in the dimly lit room, sitting in heavy, old, wooden chairs around an enormous, round table.
As Hermione was normally one of the first to arrive, it was unusual that she was late. However, the greatest surprise was yet to come.
Sirius followed Hermione into the room, and a shocked silence settled over the Order. Many, including Hestia Jones, Emmeline Vance, and Elphias Dodge seemed frozen in place, unable to react. Dumbledore was, as always, calm and composed, but something about his manner seemed different. "I shouldn'ta had that much rum," Mundungus Fletcher muttered to himself with a slight hiccup, as though seeing a mirage.
Tonks was the first to move. "Sirius!" she shouted, joyously running across the room to fling her arms around her long lost cousin.
Once the Order had been filled in on the story of Sirius' return, Hermione introduced Grace as the new recruit for the Order. Several people had already met her through work at the Ministry, and everyone present found her to be a very agreeable person.
Things are going so smoothly. I don't remember an Order meeting in the last two years that hasn't involved perpetual arguing. Hmm…where's Snape?
Just as Hermione began to wonder about the absence of the bad-tempered Potions Master, the door swung open and slammed into the wall with a loud bang. The occupants of the room turned to see Severus Snape stride into the room. Upon noticing Sirius, he looked like a child who had just been told that Christmas was cancelled; no doubt he had received a very unpleasant surprise. However, he reigned in whatever outburst he was tempted to make and continued to walk toward Professor Dumbledore.
When he reached the leader of the Order, he said in a hushed voice, as though trying to avoid excess attention, "I must speak with you immediately, sir, and I think it would be best if the others did not overhear."
Dumbledore promptly led Snape to his office, leaving the other members of the Order in silent speculation. After only a few moments, the two returned, and Dumbledore began to give commands.
"Two unexpected missions have arisen, and we must take action immediately. Molly, Arthur, Emmeline, Elphias, Hestia, Harry, and Charlie, please follow Severus to the outer office. I request that the rest of you join me in the dueling chamber. Ms. Granger, please remain here. I must have a word with you after the groups are given their missions."
Hermione sighed lightly and tried to control her frustration. Why bother getting my hopes up? I'll always be the one left behind. They don't need me anymore. Hermione felt useless and a bit jealous of those who were allowed to take part in the missions.
As the others departed to receive their assignments, Hermione sat still in her chair. She had thought that she would eventually become accustomed to staying behind, but lately she had grown restless. After a few minutes of deliberation, she moved toward the dueling chamber. She knew there were two missions about to take place, and she randomly chose one to gain knowledge of by stealth.
Over the past three years, Hermione had remained inactive, had stayed alone at headquarters during missions, but she had never excluded herself from the details of the missions. She had designed and implemented the anti-eavesdropping wards around each and every room in the Order headquarters, and she knew the few flaws in the system. She had discovered the glitches before her injury, and she had begun to research ways to fix them, but after the Order had begun to exclude her, she allowed the flaws to secretly remain, so she could overhear the information that they withheld from her.
Once she was standing outside the wall of the dueling chamber, Hermione whispered a spell. Because her mistake was so minor, even she was only able to catch strains of the discussion beyond the wall. After her eavesdropping was finished, Hermione was able to gather that a fairly large group of Death Eaters had attacked a small village called Darnayshire that consisted mainly of Muggles and Muggleborns. They most likely planned to kill all inhabitants of the village and would succeed if the Order did not stop them.
Hermione's impatience and anger had reached a breaking point. Insulting those who were like her, calling them rude names was hardly worth retaliation, but this time the dark wizards had gone too far. While the majority of magical society would be outraged at such a deed, only another Muggleborn, such as Hermione, could feel as strongly as she did at the moment.
Hermione was not an impetuous person, but for once she allowed impulsiveness to govern her actions. Hermione focused and apparated to Darnayshire to a point that was secluded from everyone else in the village, both enemy and comrade. This is one mission I'll not be left out of.
When Hermione reappeared, she was standing upon a hill, concealed by a grove of large trees overlooking the village. She steeled herself for battle, drew her wand, and began to walk down the hillside, staying carefully hidden in the shadows cast by the trees. It was now dusk, and Hermione was aware that the dark conditions gave her the advantage of stealth that compensated for her injury.
Halfway down the steep descent, Hermione discerned movement in the foliage ahead. She was aware that she was not alone and decided to creep closer and identify the person near her before hexing whomever it was. Hermione called upon her Auror training to draw steadily nearer without making a sound.
From her vantage point behind a large poplar, she recognized her opponent as Walden MacNair. Hermione perceived that he was alone and quietly sent a stunning spell in his direction. MacNair was caught unaware, and the spell struck him in the chest. With a groan, he slumped to the ground in a heap. Hermione moved forward, and without coming out into the open of the clearing, she conjured cords that bound his wrists and ankles tightly, as well as a gag to prevent him from calling out to any of his comrades.
After pocketing MacNair's wand, Hermione continued to travel toward the heart of Darnayshire. She would return for her prisoner once the battle was over. From that point on the cover provided by the trees became less dense, and Hermione resolved be even more attentive to her surroundings as she progressed toward the battle.
Hermione had walked approximately the distance of a Quidditch field and was not far from the end of the sloping forest when a jet of green light that closely resembled Avada Kedavra caused an explosion on the ground near her feet. Hermione quickly sought better cover behind a nearby oak and turned to glance at her attacker. Through the shadows, she glimpsed the sneering face of Mulciber.
At the same time Hermione cast Expelliarmus, Mulciber cast some curse that she did not recognize. Because the spells had been cast simultaneously, the two beams of light, one blue and one locked together briefly in midair before both of the wands were sent flying into the darkness. Now that the two adversaries were unarmed, Mulciber obviously had the advantage. Hermione was much smaller, as well as being paralyzed in one leg.
Hermione had a feeling that her friends would need her in the battle, as it was a ferocious one, and she had no intention of letting them risk their lives without helping at all. She also knew that it was very unwise to head into combat unarmed, so she could not disapparate to a more safe location until she located her missing wand. However, it was also potentially lethal to remain in the clearing and search for it, as Mulciber was still near her.
As she hesitated, Mulciber disapparated and apparated behind her, roughly grabbing her by the throat. Hermione gritted her teeth and tried to resist. She knew that she was not yet at the point of submission, but Hermione feigned a collapse and lay still on the ground when her opponent dropped her seemingly unconscious body. She slowed her breathing as much as possible to give the illusion of death, which was a challenge because she had just nearly been strangled.
Her deception worked, as Mulciber soon bent over her to check for a pulse, to make sure that she really was dead. As he touched her left wrist, Hermione's right hand tightened almost imperceptibly on her cane, and she quickly thrust the end of the cane at Mulciber's face in a short, powerful jab.
It came into contact with his right eye, and he immediately toppled over backwards, clutching his eye and howling in pain. Hermione used this opportunity to hasten over to the area where her wand had fallen and drop to her knees on the rough earth to feel for her wand. Luckily she found it after only a minute or so and turned to fire a stunning spell at Mulciber, who was approaching with a look of murderous rage on his face.
After he had fallen into unconsciousness, she proceeded to tie him up and retrieve his wand from the ground near the spot where she had located hers. Hermione moved forward quickly because she was afraid that Mulciber's cries of pain at the wound to his eye would attract others to the area.
Hermione traveled onward and stopped on another hill overlooking the battle, once again hidden in the dense trees. The Order members, Sirius among them, seemed outnumbered two to one, and although they fought well, several had already sustained injuries. The air seemed charged with the energy of various spells and curses. Hermione decided that she could assist most from the hill by using the element of surprise.
She cast two more stunning spells in rapid succession and rendered two of the Death Eaters unconscious. Everyone involved in the battle turned to gaze at the hill and wonder whom the mysterious ally of the Order of the Phoenix was.
As she had predicted the battle resumed in a matter of seconds, with several dark curses being fired in her direction. Her guess that a small group of the Death Eaters would break away and charge up the hill toward her was also correct. While they were still at a reasonable distance she disapparated and materialized on the far side of the large, old, four-story house that stood near the battle. Fortunately, the sounds of the fight masked the loud crack that accompanied an apparition.
Hermione soon observed Ron bursting from the front door of the house. "They're not here! This house isn't the one!" he called to Remus, who led the small squadron of Order members, as Dumbledore had gone with the other group on the second mission.
Hermione took this to mean that some hostages still remained in Darnayshire. She realized that although the other members of the order were making a great comeback in the battle, they were still far too preoccupied to search for the captives; that was a task that she must now take upon herself.
Hoping that the next house on the winding road that led through the countryside would be the correct one, Hermione set off towards it. She couldn't risk any more apparitions, so the journey on foot took longer than she liked.
Upon arriving, Hermione cautiously entered the house through the cellar and made her way up a flight of narrow, wooden stairs. Layers of dust covered the apparently derelict house and caused her eyes and throat to sting.
During the next thirty minutes, Hermione thoroughly searched the first, second, and third floors of the decrepit wreck of a home and discovered nothing. She proceeded up a spiral staircase to a locked door that marked the entrance to the fourth floor. Hermione used magic to unlock the door and found herself standing in a wide hallway that led to the attic.
She was very aware of the precarious position that she was now in. Most of the floor had rotted away from many years of neglect and harsh conditions, exposing the unstable beams of the building's framework. Hermione was reminded of a grotesque skeleton lying in wait to claim its victims.
Gingerly, she leaped from one beam to the next until she reached another door at the opposite end of the hall. This was quite a feat, as she had to use the cane to push herself off from one beam to jump to the next, and she almost fell to her death on several instances. Hermione used magic to unlock this door, when she entered the room that lay beyond it, she discovered the Muggles and Muggleborns that had been taken prisoner.
They seemed terrified of her, despite the fact that she was not wearing the black, hooded robes of a Death Eater. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to help you get to safety," Hermione reassured. After a slight hesitation, the captives seemed to believe that she was being truthful with them.
There were only five remaining hostages: an elderly man, two middle-aged women, a teenage boy, and a young girl who looked to be about three years old. "We have to leave quickly. Follow me," Hermione instructed.
The captives allowed Hermione to lead them across the attic to the doorway that led into the hall, but they stopped short in fear at the sight of the disintegrated floorboards of the corridor that they needed to cross.
"I can get you across. You'll just have to trust me," Hermione announced. Surprisingly, the small child was the first to step forward.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Hermione said, and the girl was levitated into the air and guided across the perilous passageway. Once all had been safely transported to the other side, Hermione braced herself to make her own way back across the hall. She was relieved that all of the prisoners were from families containing a Muggleborn witch or wizard; things were so much simpler when no memories had to be Obliviated.
However, before Hermione could leap, another Avada Kedavra curse whistled past her head, narrowly missing her. "Go! Run!" she yelled to the others as she turned to face Rodolphus Lestrange.
"Your noble actions won't save you now, Mudblood," he hissed savagely. "Rather than kill you now, I think I'll allow you to watch the death of your friend before you die," Lestrange added with cruel amusement.
With that said, he walked to a narrow stairway that Hermione had not noticed before, and began to ascend to the sloping roof of the house. Without a thought for her own safety, Hermione followed.
When she emerged, she was standing near the edge of the roof struggling to maintain her balance. Upon glancing to her left, Hermione saw Lestrange pointing his wand threateningly at the barely conscious form of Ron Weasley, who had fallen and now lay in a heap on the rough shingles of the old house. Oh Ron, you may never know how sorry I am about that fight we had. I've missed you since then, and I can't stand the thought of losing you. I'll find a way to make things right again; I just need time. I need to get us off this rooftop and away from Lestrange. Please be okay. Please be okay…
Hermione raised her wand defiantly in an attempt to save her friend. Lestrange seemed surprised that she would show so much bravado in the face of defeat and trained his wand upon her instead of Ron, much to her relief.
However, Hermione hadn't realized that her exhaustion from the day's ordeal had begun to catch up with her when she attempted to cast a spell; unfortunately, Lestrange was too fast for her.
Hermione was only mildly surprised when he cast Expelliarmus. He and Dolohov shared the same flaw, a certain pleasure in torturing their victims before they killed. Her wand flew toward Lestrange, but he could not reach it and keep his balance on the somewhat slanted rooftop at the same time. The wand now lay only a few feet from Ron, who weakly watched the terrifying scene unfold, unable to be of immediate help to Hermione.
The vengeful Death Eater cast Crucio on Hermione, who then fell over. As she writhed in pain, she came closer and closer to the edge of the roof.
Ron tried to ignore the pain of his wounds as he inched nearer to Hermione's forgotten wand, hand outstretched. Finally, after what seemed like an hour to him, he grasped the wand.
"Stop or I'll kill you," he threatened Lestrange in a low, dangerous voice that seemed uncharacteristic of Ron.
Lestrange, recognizing the seriousness of his predicament, said, "Finite Incantatem," and ended Hermione's agony. Upon feeling the burn of the Dark Mark upon his left forearm a few seconds later, he turned and fled before either Ron or Hermione, who was now lying extremely close to the edge of the rooftop, could react.
Within the next moment, Ron's vision became cloudy, he finally passed out. Because Hermione was unused to such action, her right leg began to throb painfully again, just as it had that day in front of her house. It seemed as though her leg was being stabbed repeatedly with a sharp dagger. She grimaced and involuntarily moved to the right.
Hermione screamed as she plunged over the edge of the roof. She experienced a free fall for only a few seconds before grasping the ledge of the rooftop with her fingers. The force seemed strong enough to rip her arms from their sockets, and she knew that she would not be able to hold on for long. I'm going to die here. The fall will surely kill me. Ron's unconscious, and there's no one else around to help me. It will take a miracle to save me now.
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