FOR ALL THAT ARE CONFUSED: There is actually a purpose to all that has been going on…. Mostly. I needed Draco on the Quidditch field, so I just created some more drama for you in the process, lol.
The combined fears thing? Well, I just made it so the boggart fed on the fear it was nearest to. So… if the were all equal length – ed from the boggart (i.e. all standing say… 1 m away from it) the boggart would feed off all their fears, no?
The boggart stared at Draco, Harry and Hermione; Ginny feeling slightly relieved, yet annoyed at the same time, stood in the background.
What were they going to do?
It seemed all four of them were frozen.
Merely inches from the cupboard, a slim vertically challenged door opened. I hand stuck through it with a plate of food.
The image of the boggart wavered, turning into a sunset.
The hand was removed.
Draco's image in all his dementor might standing very high above ground returned.
Another hand was stuck in, so was another plate. Two plates lay side by side, carefully placed there for the inhabitants of the cell.
The boggart turned into a sunset again.
The hand was removed.
"Oh; come on!" Draco muttered. Seeing the sunset shift back to an image of himself.
The hand stuck in another plate of food, yet to be analysed.
"Someone's scared of a sunset?" Draco questioned, outraged. Hermione and Harry started giggling, soon followed by Ginny.
The hand was removed.
The boggart seemed fazed by the laughing of the immature and ever-so-easily amused Gryffindors, and concentrated on Draco's fear.
The hand inserted itself to deliver yet another plate of food, what would seem like the forth and last time, as there were only 4 of them in the room. And there was yet another sunset.
So the Gryffindors laughed on.
Draco, trying so hard to laugh, was failing miserably. They were trapped god knows where with no magic and no one could save them. How could he? Nothing could've possibly lightened his mood.
The hand was removed.
The boggart returned to feed off Draco's fear, again.
"C'mon Malfoy." Harry managed between what he would call laughing (the rest of the world believes the term is Hyperventilating) "Just… laugh."
"I can't, Potter." He replied through gritted teeth, trying to find some way of distracting himself away from his fears.
"Sure you can: think of something amusing!" Hermione encouraged.
"…"
"I'm scared of heights, isn't that… funny?" Hermione laughed even harder.
"I'm scared of dementors!" Harry joined her.
Ginny sighed.
"I'm scared of being ignored." She added with a grimace, also cracking up to something Draco completely missed.
Draco started to grin. He even let out a chuckle.
"You…what?" Draco asked, "Ignored? Your greatest fear? By Merlin, Weasley! That is pathetic." Laughing.
Overwhelmed by the laughter, the boggart started backing away. No one made any move to stop it, nor did they do anything for that matter but laugh dauntingly.
Until the boggart was touching the cupboard from which it came did Draco spring on it, trapping it back inside.
"Let me get this straight." Draco said, gasping between laughter.
"Yes; I am scared of being ignored. Shut it, Malfoy." Ginny confirmed icily, not wanting to take anymore ridicule.
Hermione froze at the attention Draco paid to Ginny. Harry, feeling the tension, sought to distract.
"Where's Eric?" Harry questioned, a little too loud.
"What?" Hermione asked absently, not taking her eyes off Draco pointing at Ginny, laughing indecently and Ginny giving death glares at him; the two had clearly forgotten the situation they were in at the moment.
"He was at the Quidditch pitch before we all blacked out." Ginny agreed, remembering what had occurred, and putting as much space between her and Malfoy as she could.
"And yet he isn't here." Draco agreed, unfazed and not caring that both the females in the room seem to dislike him very much.
"He could be the one behind this." Harry conspired.
"Well done." Draco clapped; congratulating Harry for stating the obvious.
"When I woke up before you all I heard some people talking, I'm not sure when; but they said that whatever… whoever bought us here was only supposed to bring four people." Harry ignored Malfoy's comment. "And the voice wasn't Eric's"
"So… the insider who's been helping everyone was Eric?" Ginny asked.
"It all makes sense; all the trouble started when he arrived in the beginning of the year, he's a dark wizard from Durmstrang…"
"But why?" Harry asked.
"We don't know." Draco answered slowly. "But we need to know, where are we and how do we get out without magic."
"It's got to be impossible." Hermione analysed. "But I have an idea."
"So do I." Harry and Draco's voice rand out in perfect timing.
Harry got out his bottle containing his Polyjuice potion and took it. Taking it as their cue, the other three followed in suit.
"…it might just work." Draco congratulated Harry. Hermione and Ginny nodded approvingly.
"Now, what about your idea?" Harry inquired of Draco.
Before Draco could share, their was a subtle noise all four picked up on. An opening the size of a normal door, where the food had been inserted, quickly appeared and Wormtail stepped through.
"Didn't touch the meal?" He laughed to himself in sad, sad way. "Hey! What are you doing here?" He pointed at Harry, immediately recognising him, scanning the rest of them.
"Wormtail." Draco addressed.
Wormtail took a step back.
"Impedimenta!" Draco's voice rang out, immobilising Wormtail.
"Malfoy." Was all Wormtail could manage through the spell.
Harry's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"How'd you know?" Harry asked. "We could've…"
"I didn't." Draco assured, stepping towards the door; motioning the three to follow. Ginny smiled weakly at Hermione.
"Hurry up, before the-" Draco called out to Harry as he turned around.
His eyes widened in shock, there was no-one… nothing there.
Lol. Cliffie for you to review, lol.