Chapter Three

Sounds Are The Key

Harry waited as he heard the faint noise of something flying fast in the air. He knew that sound well. It was fast, air hitting hardly against the object, and making a hard and loud noise. An object came into his view. This object was exactly what he was looking for.

The black broom like object that could fly. Silver was entangled through out the blackness. A grayish feather was tied around the handle and tightly secured. He grabbed it quickly, the sharp end of it scratching his fingers lightly, but he didn't care.

He brought his leg over the long wooden stick and set his foot hardly on the silver bar and pushed it back. He started at top speed, determined, to get to the Quidditch Pitch before something went wrong. He could see the pitch coming into view and two people standing in the middle. He heard shouts and he needed to get down there before anything else went wrong.

He pushed his way through the branches of trees that were fiercely whipping him as he flew through. He came directly above the Pitch and listened, he wanted to make sure that they weren't fighting, but he was wrong.

"Hermione, I'm sorry!" George pleaded.

"No George, I'm sorry I ever trusted you! I was supposed to meet Harry here, but I guess that was your little trick to get us together again." She snapped.

"I was supposed to meet Harry too Hermione!" George said enraged. "Don't call me a liar because it's true!" He wanted to make up with her, but she was so stubborn.

Harry watched them closely. He was out of breath and had things running through his mind. With a dazed expression upon his face, he watched everything that had happened in the last couple of days rerun again. The thing ran fast through his head, too fast to keep up, and gave up. They swam faster and faster and shook his head roughly and lost control. He lost everything, except the glimpse of the two fighting. He felt dizzy.

"STOP IT!" He was gritting his teeth. He had enough. He shouted above them. They both looked up. George was mad, and Hermione was crying.

"Harry." Hermione said breathlessly. "Thank god." She smiled and her cheeks were shiny with tears.

Harry hovered down quickly and landed his feet firmly on the ground. Hermione had run to him, cuddled her face into his robes, and said 'thank goodness' about a million times. Harry slung an arm around her back and sighed.

"It's alright Hermione." He said in a relaxed voice. The fighting had stopped and it was now quiet, so he felt better then before.

"Good thing you're here Harry." George said and breathed easier now.

"Yeah I understand… listen guys-" he was going to tell them his news about Draco, but he was cut off.

"What do you mean you're lucky?" Hermione asked furiously. "You are the one that is hurting people!" She spoke coldly.

"I told you Hermione… it wasn't me!" George yelled in protest.

"Listen, George is-" Harry was cut off again.

"IT WAS TOO!" Hermione screamed. "YOU WERE THE ONE THT TURNED AROUND, GRABBED ME, THEN BRUISED ME!" Hermione was yelling furiously and quite loudly.

"Hermione I told you IT WASN'T ME!" George yelled. "Someone made me do it!" He spoke dryly.

Harry didn't think it could get any worse. He couldn't speak with out being interrupted and he couldn't move without Hermione clinging to him. Harry was gaining a rather large headache from all the screaming, protesting, and madness. What really drove him mad, though, is Hermione and George felt the need to yell louder in protest… and ended up doing it at the same time.

"I TOLD YOU" George started

"YOU DID.." Hermione said while he spoke.

"I WAS UNDER…"

"HOW DARE YOU?"

"IF YOU CLEANED YOUR EARS…"

"YOU DID IT!"

"YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO HEAR ME!" George yelled and Harry breathed deeply.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTHES NOW!" Harry yelled angrily.

"But… but…" Hermione said tearfully.

"BUT NOTHING! BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP NOW AND LET ME FINISH WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY!" He said, breathing deeply with anger and annoyance.

"Harry I'm-" George started but Harry gave him a furious look.

"SILENCIO!" Harry yelled and both George and Hermione's facing were turning bright red with anger. They were speechless now, and mad.

"I know you're angry, but it was the only choice." Harry said relieved. "I love silence." He sighed gratefully.

Hermione and George looked at each other and then gave Harry a deep, loathing glare. Both Hermione and George were reddened in the face and fuming with utter most anger that seemed unimaginable. Hermione wanted to finish her fight, because she knew she was right about George. She took a step forward forcefully. Harry ascended his hand up quickly.

"Take one lunge at me Hermione and I'll put you in a bind." Harry threatened and Hermione backed away. Harry's eyes flashed.

Hermione had a face of anger and by looking at George you could tell that he was trying not to laugh. When Harry looked towards him, he gently took one step backwards and waited. Hermione's eyes were filled with fire and the desire to run at Harry and kill him right then and there.

"Alright, now I can finish." He spoke coldly as he gave a relaxing sigh. "Hermione, George…" he started by looking at each of them after he said their names. "When I give your voices back, you are to apologize to each other!" Harry demanded.

George first looked at Harry as if he was crazy, but then let out a low, soundless, breath and nodded lightly. Hermione, however, took a step backwards and shook her head furiously. She wasn't going to ever forgive him. She didn't want to, and she wasn't going to.

"Don't run!" Harry said fiercely as she turned. Hermione froze in step. "I know you don't want to apologize, but you'll hate yourself forever if you don't. I have over heard something, but I will not say anything until you two apologize." Harry said clearly.

Hermione sighed and was still angry. She lowered her head and listened to Harry's voice as he said the charm. She could speak, and she would give Harry a piece of her mind. If she just had the chance, she would lunge at him.

"Now, apologize!" Harry said warningly to Hermione. She took a low, deep, sigh of frustration and began mumbling.

"Sorry." She said stiffly and rudely.

"Sorry." George said and felt hurt for how Hermione spoke. Harry sighed.

"Hermione, you didn't have to be rude." Harry said vehemently. "George didn't do anything." George looked up, astonished, and Hermione looked at him with unbelief.

"You're taking his side… I knew it." She spoke death fully. "I knew it." She went to run, but froze.

"No, I am saying the truth." Harry said lowly.

"What?" Hermione and George said in unison.

"Harry, really… you don't have to lie. I'm not that stupid you know." Hermione said knowingly.

"Hermione, you should watch who you're calling a liar. Maybe a little bit more trick will even get George to destroy a city." Harry said clearly.

"Are you saying someone possessed George?" She asked, laughing. "What a load of bullock!" She laughed.

"Hermione watch your mouth." Harry said in a cold and mean voice.

"It's such a lie."

"It's not a lie!" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Then who was it then, your imaginary friend maybe?" Hermione laughed.

"He isn't exactly imaginary… I wish he was though." He mumbled the last part.

"You are such a liar Potter!" Hermione squealed and laughed. Why had she called him Potter?

"Hermione, are you feeling all right?" Harry asked and Hermione covered her mouth quickly.

Harry stepped forward, he knew what was happening. Hermione hadn't believed him because this person wasn't Hermione. Harry took a step backwards as Hermione took two in front of her, getting closer to Harry.

"What are you doing?" George asked, grabbing Hermione by the arm and twirling her around.

"What do you mean?" Her voice was loosing pitch.

"You just called Harry, Potter." George said with confusion in his voice.

"No I didn't." She said. Her voice was turning deeper, and quite familiar.

"Yes you did, and what's wrong with your voice?" George asked as she looked to him.

"Nothing." She spoke in a simple tone. Her voice was a clear man's voice and Harry stepped up, his wand at balance.

"What are you doing? Harry?" George asked in a scared tone.

Harry brought his wand to Hermione's neck as she gave a slight squeal and fell into George's arms. Harry let out a relieved sigh and helped her to the ground. She was lying on her back and George heaved an angry breath.

"What did you do to her?" He asked in a demanding tone.

"Nothing," Harry protested back.

"What's wrong with her?" George asked with a slight bit of fear in his voice.

"Malfoy is what's wrong with her." Harry said and George took a step back. "Hermione?" Harry asked as he gently shook her.

"What does Malfoy have to do with this?" He asked in a confused tone.

"He's possessed both of you, so at one point Hermione would some how show up dead." Harry said gently. George looked aghast.

"Where is he?" He said warningly.

"He's probably…." Harry stopped a minute. He could hear a faint laugh from the left side of the pitch.

The wind was blowing hardly and it made the voice even more clear. He could hear who it was; it was Malfoy and probably Pansy along side of him. He knew what was to happen now, he would have to take action… but he needed a-

"Diversion! George, scream something at me, now!" Harry whispered.

"What?" George asked.

"Anything, just scream!" He said.

"Uhh… ummm…" He was speechless.

"Come on…" Harry said impatiently.

"GO GET MADAME POMFREY!" He said loudly and Harry smiled.

"Good one." He whispered and he was off, leaving a confused George in his path.

George watched as Harry vanished from sight. He looked down at Hermione, waiting for the sweet sensation of her eyes to open. They wouldn't, but he stayed and waited. He was now missing Defense Against the Dark Arts, but didn't care. Surly his brother would help him out later.

"Hurry up Harry." George said under his breath. Harry said he would be right back, but where was he? Hermione lay on the ground, barely breathing and Harry was off probably snogging some girl in the hallway.

Harry was like that. Girls around every corner would fawn at him. They would plead for kisses and hugs. George wasn't even sure how long Harry would last without having a girl hang off of him.

"Snogging most likely... It's always Harry, and his girls." George shook his head while laughing. "Maybe he found one and is shagging." George laughed and then stopped quickly.

He stood. He could feel the laughter, the anger, and the madness in the wind. He could sense the danger and the elicited tense in the air. He looked around, peering into each and every seat of the stadium. George sniffed the air a little.

"I smell ferret." He said low, deep, and silently.

The deepened smell could be sensed. Malfoy was near, he was close, he was somewhere around with anger filling. He heard the faint shouts and then – CRUNCH. George quickly looked to the side.

"Malfoy." George breathed hardly.

Malfoy had fallen on his back, directly on top of Harry's broomstick. The broomstick was now snapped in half with a moaning Draco on it complaining that he broke his back and his neck.

"My back... my neck... my back... my neck." Draco said as he was sweating and tears were rolling down his cheeks.

"I only hope your back is broken." George said in a deep and icy cold tone.

"Weasley, I see you can't even afford to stay in school. You missed two classes... did they kick you out cause you're too poor?" Malfoy asked and George's face became reddened.

"Are you too rich to stay in school? Must be all the teachers hate you so much that you would be here... is that it? Are you mad and want to go home to you mommy because you don't have any friends?" George said as he crossed his arms.

"I have friends!" Draco yelled in protest.

"Yeah... imaginary." George laughed under his breath. "Now, where's Harry?" George asked demandingly.

"In the stadium… coughing up poison." Draco said with a smirk.

"What?" George asked, taken aback, as he stared from Hermione and back to Draco.

"IN. THE. STADIUM. COUGHING. UP. POISON." Draco said with a long pause between each word to make it clear. George's face became reddened.

"You liar!" He said and took a step backwards. "That's all you ever do, lie!" George said through gritted teeth.

"Right," Draco said with a convincing smile. "All I ever do is lie so I guess I'm lying now, but don't come crying to me when you find your friend dead." He said as he let out a moan of pain.

George stopped for a moment, and in that moment he had lost all thought. He looked around as a foggy substance started clearing the air. Rain was coming soon, he could sense it. George put an angry face on and stepped hardly upon Draco's mid section of his stomach. Draco let out a screech of pain.

"Tell me Malfoy! WHERE IS HARRY?" He said forcefully.

"I'll never tell!" Draco said, breathing deeply and feeling short of breath.

"TELL ME!" George said through gritted teeth as he scrunched his foot down further.

"Never!" Draco said and coughed.

"If I don't give you air, you'll die. So if I were you, I'd tell." George said.

There was an awkward moment of silence. The tense was high and Hermione still didn't move. Draco had begun coughing harder, blood dripped from the corner of his bluish lips. His face was beginning to look like a plump blueberry because of his lack of oxygen in his body. If George didn't let go, Draco would die.

"Top-" Draco coughed "Tower three-" cough "section two." He said as blood began to pour more from his lips.

George had removed his foot and Draco took a deep breath. His breath was so heavy and so deep. It was like he had never breathed before, the fresh breath of the upcoming rain. He looked to his side, seeing Hermione there, and let out a smirk. She was unconscious and he only hoped that she would be dead.

Death seemed to Draco as fun. So many wrong things were considered his ideal of a good life. Something struck George, maybe this was a diversion. If Harry was coughing up poison, then how could he have the strength to throw Draco down off the stands? The broken broomstick was laid under Draco's bruised back. Then it hit George, something was wrong, and something was happening. Draco wasn't telling the truth, but his senses could tell something else.

A great wave of feeling crashed through – out his veins rapidly. He could tell something was happening, the rain had started, and he could hear a sound. The sound was almost like a whimper, but different then a whimper. Could it be... No, never. What was the sound that rang through the pitch? The sound of gasping pain, and racing hearts, that's what it was. The sound that you would only, hear if... if you were choking someone.

Author's Note:

My apologies to each and every one of my reviewers: I feel terrible for not updating in so long, but I haven't been feeling that well. I just thought of this, and I hope you like it. It's not one of my favorites, but I found it rather interesting. Enjoy!

GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE!

Airalynn

To My Reviewers:

pyro the dark angel – Thank you for pointing out my mistake. It does start in September.

leena – I'm glad you liked it

WiDz – I'm glad you liked it, I love cliffies :P

queen-of-monkey-magic – Sorry, but I have to leave it on hold. I don't have time to write this every week along with my other two stories. lol

Annabelle Deveraux – I hate the character Draco, lol. But I'm glad you liked the Ron thing, I liked it too.

Lauren and Erica – George's eyes are blue, it even says it in the book. And Emma Watson doesn't have like golden colored eyes, but the character Hermione (in the book it specifies) she does.

FaErIexFaItH – What is xanga?

JewelBlossom – I realized that too, but it's supposed to be five minutes… sorry if it confused you.

Pprincess17 – I don't agree with you a hundred percent on liking this story, but I'm glad you do.

perfessionaldooropener – Are you sure you aren't the Gingerbread man? Lol

Flair Verona – Thanks, and good luck on your own stories. The one I read was awesome!

mm4ever2gether – Why would George hurt Hermione… that sounds nothing like a Weasley. Lol :p

That's it… I hope I didn't forget anyone, please tell me if I did. I hate the feeling when people get left out.

UPDATED: (SATURDAY) MAY 14, 2005