How could I just leave you hanging there? So sorry that everything's taking forever. I'm just getting lazy; reluctant to write a new chappie in vain hope of getting more reviews….
Mixed emotions concerning the previous chappie… makes me think… hmmm… I definitely MUST thank Duarch Luordfor your awesome awesome review and MissDitzyas well for your wicked wicked review!
The Quidditch field.
Hermione shouting at Draco and Ginny. (or Richard shouting at Hermione and Hope)
Eric just standing there confused, shuffling slightly. (being the useless sod he is)
Harry listened in confusion; what were they doing here? It's not sodding Quidditch season!
He recognised Hermione's words.
( - "What do you two think you're doing?"
"Say something, talking to me!"
"Don't look away like that!" - )
He realised the only people she could be speaking to like that were the people close to her; Ginny and Draco.
And Ron?
Eric was with Hermione, understandably as they were partners. Why was he so silent? What was Hermione so angry? Why wasn't Malfoy quipping back at her with his sarcastic remarks? Why wasn't Ginny opinionatedly retorting as well?
He could almost see them. Harry pondered for a while.
And then there was also the whole being bound up, not seeing anything subject.
Everything was black. A weird smooth yet cold texture enveloped him, like coils; like giant fingers.
The only difference was that in a few seconds, Harry would lose consciousness; along with everyone else occupying the stadium. (Hermione, Draco, Ginny and Eric)
"… I am most displeased."
"SSsssorry, Masster."
"When I said four I did not mean 5!"
"The other one wass jusst there…"
"Are you questioning me?"
"No, Masster."
Harry heard a pair of feet marched away, its noise slowly dieing; his breathe slowly returning to normal. Harry found that he could open his eyes and see again; no longer bound and blind-folded.
It wasn't much; it seemed he was in a cell-like room made of some sort of metal. Hermione lay on the far left, followed by Draco, then Ginny, then him.
Hermione's head was rested on Draco's chest, as Ginny's was rested on his.
Getting up, he moved Ginny's head so she could sleep further without holding him down; he also removed Hermione's head away from Draco as the sight still bothered him slightly. There was nothing he could do about their hands being intertwined, so he left them.
There were no windows, a gigantic bed, an antique looking closet in the corner and surprisingly no door. The walls seemed to reject being part of the room and Harry envisioned them trying to get away by growing taller and taller. The light had come from a luminous ball overheard, perching where the walls met unwillingly with the ceiling.
Harry squinted and raised his eyes upwards, the ball being too bright, he was unable to make out just what the resplendent ball of light was. If it really was something other than a ball.
Judging from the noises his fellow capturees were making and the look on their knocked out faces, they were about to transform back to their regular selves.
"Harry?" Hermione uttered as her eyes fluttered open.
"Potter." Draco grimaced, mere seconds behind Hermione.
"Where are we?" Hermione asked, snatching her hand away from Draco's. A looked of pure disgust filled her eyes as she looked over at Draco.
"How did we get here?" Draco asked, not moving.
Harry stared dumbly at the two questioning him at the ground.
How the buggering hell would he know?
"Don't know." Harry partially voiced his thoughts.
"There's no door." Hermione stated. Memories of what had happened previously rushed back to her. She glared accusingly at Draco and got up quickly away from him and Ginny.
"Deletrius!" Draco tried, whipping out his wand and shouting the spell in one graceful movement.
Nothing happened, and yet no-one was really shocked either. It was so typical that they would be locked in some sort of cage that didn't allow magic.
Draco looked around, analysing his surroundings. Harry was sure Draco didn't even touch her, Ginny stirred.
"Harry?" Ginny called out uncertainly as she saw him. "What are we doing here?" She pushed herself up, looking around. She saw Draco not looking at her. She saw Hermione not looking at her. "What's going on?"
"You tell me." Hermione jeered heatedly.
What was that about? Harry thought, confused.
Draco walked over slowly to the cupboard that lay suspiciously in the corner. He decided to open it.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Draco stepped back, as something jumped out at him, and pulled out his wand in instinct. In seconds it formed into a shape that made everyone but Draco gasp.
Draco was looking at a mirror of himself, floating inches above the floor. They were wearing the same clothes, the Malfoy signet ring, sleeves rolled up; their faces were mirrors of each other.
But it wasn't really Draco.
On it's left arm, there was a Dark mark; in his eyes an even colder gleam that had never been there before; on his face was an expression no one in the had seen on his face in a long time.
It's whole stance – from the hair to the way it stood – suggested that it wasn't like Draco at all. That it could and would inflict real damage at anyone and everyone. That it wouldn't give way to women and children; that it simply didn't care.
It had a familiar dominating aurora, only slightly deferring from Draco's. A familiar-ness that screamed out a name in Draco's head; Lucius Malfoy.
"Riddikulus!" Draco shouted, his wand held threateningly in front of him.
Nothing happened. Magic was restricted in the cell. It was when Draco showed a hint of emotion in his placid and controlled eyes; was it merely uncertainty, or fear? In the same time, as if sensing it, the thing – presumably a boggart – smiled a smile the real Draco would've only smiled if he had become his father. If Hermione, Harry and even that Merlin-forsaken-Weasley hadn't intervened in his life.
Looking at it, Draco wondered if he should feel grateful.
The three Gryffindors had just decided to come in and turn everything upside down. All his beliefs, morals, everything he was taught and the very laws of his existence. Questioning what he had become; did that make him exactly like the thing standing in front of him? Was his greatest fear himself?
He could feel his eyes enlarging, his legs stepping backwards; his body had gone on autopilot and he had no idea how to switch back. Utmost terror consumed him as the thing came closer and closer, as if the slightest contact would merge the two. Sweat beads formed on his face as –
Harry ran up to Draco and tackled him full on, clothes-lining him; putting Harry in the path between Draco and the Boggart.
Standing behind Harry, Draco finally regained control of himself and rolled his eyes at the 'Demetor' before him, in front of Harry. It didn't affect him the slightest, but Harry on the other hand…
Harry had thought he had gotten over it, that the fear was non-existent by now. That it wouldn't do this to him; not again.
Hermione and Ginny saw it happen, they looked at each other for a second and nodded at each other. No matter how much she absolutely detested and disappointed and angry and etc, etc, Hermione had to help, it was in her nature.
Draco and Ginny would pay, later.
It was all rather pathetic, really; if they get the time to ponder it later. They covered this 3-4 years ago in class; and yet there they were facing what would seem like all their greatest fears rolled jam-pack into one. As no magic could be used against it, how else were they supposed to solve this, how else were they supposed to shrug it away?
Forming a line around the boggart, so it wouldn't know which to choose, or what fear to play on; it turned into the most unlikely thing.
Draco, but not really Draco – Draco's fear –; wearing a Dementor's cape/robe – Harry's fear –; standing level with all four of them some hundred kilometres above the ground – Hermione's fear of heights – looking at Harry, Hermione and Draco, totally ignoring and forgetting Ginny – Ginny's greatest fear.
Wasn't the boggart supposed to mutate all their fears together in some funny way? Not some sadistic type of torture none of them seemed to break free from?
OOooOOoooo… how are they gonna get out of this one? Not to mention the whole so very confusing thingy with Ginny and Malfoy. Hmmm?
Venture a guess and don't forget to rate the chappie outta 100!