Hi! I wanted to update now because this is the only story I haven't updated in a while. This is probably going to be the most important chapter in the entire story. But, it might be a little corny, because I stink at writing sappy moments, and I have to put one in thi8s chapter. In any case, here's chapter 7.
Harry stared at the stop where Jay had just sat. Professor Evodrom came in with Hermione. "What's going on?" she said scared.
"The shadow thing was hiding in the classroom, so after a little while, it attacked Jay and kidnapped him." Harry said walking toward her.
She gasped. She then regained her composure, and said, "I need to go tell the teachers. All of you had best report back to your dormitories now," she said before she walked out quickly.
The students looked at each other, and they obeyed her order, filing out of the room, and going to their common rooms.
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat on the couches in the Gryffindor common room.
"We have to find out why the shadow has taken them and only them." Harry said quietly.
"But how, I mean, the only way we could, would to look- no Harry, you can't," Hermione said in shock.
Ron looked at them very confused. "Hermione, we have to. We're going to look in the personal records," he said with a devious look in his eyes.
Ron raised his eyebrows as Hermione sighed. Harry then dashed upstairs and brought out his invisibility cloak.
"Ron and I will go, you stay here." Harry said to Hermione.
"No, if you guys get in trouble, I might as well too. I gave you the idea." She said standing up.
Ron and Harry looked at her with gaping eyes, and wide open mouths. "Who are you, and what have you done with Hermione?" Ron said amazed.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and gave him a light punch. They all got under the cloak. They walked out and into the hallway.
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They walked into the restricted area of the library where the records were kept. Once they were in the least seen area of the gloomy library, they whipped off the cloak, and went digging through the files. They went into the separate drawers, looking for Finch-Fletchley, Alexander, and Fredricks.
Ron first found Justin's. "Justin Anthony Finch-Fletchley. Born June 18th 1986. Parents are Eliza and Jeremie. Father's a muggle, while the mother's a witch. That's all it says," he said with a frown, and he placed the file back in the drawer.
Harry pulled out Jay's. "Jay Nathaniel Fredricks. Born on July 19th, 1987. His mother is Michaela and father is Reagan. Father's a wizard, mother's human." He said before he dropped it back in.
"I've got Genevieve's," Hermione said as she pulled it out and began to read it. "Her name is Genevieve Morgan Alexander. Birthday is January 16th 1987. Parents are Christina, and Trevor. Both of the parents are human-" Hermione dropped the folder, and a surprised look came on to her face. Her hands began to shake.
"I know why the shadow picked them." She said quietly.
Harry and Ron looked at her worried. "Why?" they said softly, hoping she'd come out of her crazy-like state.
She looked up at them, her eyes empty. "All of them. They all have at least one muggle parent. You do know what that means?" she said, angry now.
"Hermione, hold on, that doesn't mean anything." Ron said, trying to calm her down.
"And you know what else is a coincidence?" she said to them. "All of them are from every house- except Gryffindor, and, they're all in their 6th year. Let me ask you one thing. Who, from Gryffindor, is a muggle0born, and in their sixth year?" she said, practically screaming.
They wouldn't look at her. "Me," she said softly. She then buried her face in her hands, and began to cry.
"Hermione, you never know if there's another muggle-born in our grade in our house," Harry said as he began to dig through the files.
"I wonder if the birthdays have anything to do with it," Ron said. "I mean, they all begin with "j" and the numbers are almost consecutive."
"Here's another one. His name is Steven Drake. He's from Gryffindor. His birthday is July 17th 1987, and his mother's a muggle. Hermione, when's your birthday?"
She looked up at him. "May 7th," she said almost inaudibly.
"See, it can't be you. The months begin with "j" and the numbers are consecutive. Your birthday doesn't fit." Harry said as he picked up the cloak, and wrapped it around them again. They then headed back to the house, with confident faces, but with nervous minds.
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Ron and Harry sat on their beds the night before the big dance. Ron was going with Hermione, and Harry talked Fleur into going out with him. They then began talking to each other.
"Who is this Steven Drake dude, I've never heard of him," Ron said as he laid back against the pillows.
"Uh- I have a confession to make. I made him up. There is no Steven Drake. I just pulled out Neville's file, and made it up to clam Hermione down. But, there still might be another muggle." Harry said softly.
Ron looked at him with a worried look on his face before he turned out the light.
In Hermione's room, she sat on her bed with her legs pulled up close to her. "Oh, what am I going to do? I don't even want to think about what would happen if I told Harry and Ron that I lied about my birthday." She said scared.
That morning at lunch, everyone was so excited about the dance later that night. Everyone was talking about the special "ceremony" that Professor McGonagall let slip out one day. Supposedly, there was some award that the teachers were planning.
To someone, though, the award and the dance wasn't even in their thoughts. And that person was Hermione Granger. She nervously bit at her nails, as Ron and Harry stared at her very concerned.
"Hermione, you're sure you're okay?" Harry said with a troubled glance. Hermione stopped spacing out, and nodded.
She then stood up, muttered something about going to her room, and walked away.
"Something's wrong," Ron said. Harry quickly agreed. Ron then got up, and ran after her.
When he caught up to her, He grabbed her shoulder. "Hermione, what's wrong?" he said.
She turned around. "Nothing, why?" she lied.
"Hermione, I know you better than anyone. I know something's wrong," he said.
She took a deep breath. "Why is everyone making such a big deal about me just in a bad mood?" she said before she ran off to her room.
"You're not getting away that easy," Ron said as he ran after her again.
Hermione bolted up the stairs, but hid in her closet when she heard Ron coming toward the room. She began to catch her breath, as she heard Ron step into her room. She tried to be very quiet. She held her breath until she heard him leave.
She then let it out, and flopped onto her bed. She laid back, and looked at a picture on her nightstand.
Colin Creevy had taken it of her, Ron, and Harry three years ago, right after Sirius managed to escape the dementors on Buckbeak. They all looked so happy, unlike how she was feeling now. She blew her hair out of her face, and turned over.
"What am I going to do?" she thought to herself, before she ended up falling asleep.
When she finally woke up, it was 5:30, an hour before the dance begun. She sat up, and realized she needed to get dressed quickly.
About forty five minutes later, she walked down the stairs in her pale purple shimmery robes and toward the Great Hall. There were many other people going that way as well. When she arrived, the Hall was decorated magnificently. Glittery black streamers hung down in front of the doorway, and orange ones were hanging all around the room.
She stepped in, and saw that people were all ready there, including Harry and Ron. She was going to try to avoid them, because she didn't want them to see her. If they did, they go all overdramatic about her mood.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were looking for her. "Do you see her?" Harry said. Ron shook his head, then stopped.
"Yeah, she's trying to hide," he said as he saw her slumping down in a chair.
He walked over to her. "Nice try," he said softly.
She groaned, and stood up, and walked away quickly.
He followed close behind her. She turned around, and saw him following her, so she decided to try the one place he couldn't follow her into.
Ron cursed to himself as he saw her go into the girls' bathroom. He looked around, and after seeing no one around, he walked into the bathroom. Hermione was leaning against a sink. "What?" she said shortly.
"Hermione, you're being so…unsocial," he said, not wanting to make her even more upset.
"Why does it matter to you?" she said.
"Because, I'm your friend, and I really care about you," he said as he walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Ron, I'm-I'm losing my mind," she said softly.
He looked at her strangely. "Why?"
"I'm so scared. I-I lied to you and Harry," she said, not making eye contact with them.
"What?" Ron said as he moved his hand, and lifted her face up. "What did you lie about? I don't get what you're saying."
"My birthday isn't May 7th, it's July 17th. Everything fits." She said.
"How do you know? It's either you, or Steven Drake," Ron said, hoping she'd still buy it.
I don't care. Now, I'm going back to my room." She said, before she walked out.
"Why are you doing this? Why?" Ron asked her.
"Because, how would you feel if you knew that you are about to be kidnapped by a horrible shadow that only wants muggle-born?" she said.
"I would feel upset, but I wouldn't shut out my friends like you are," he said.
She turned to him. "Ron, this is hard enough for me, but I don't want you or Harry to get hurt. That's why I shut you out," she said sadly before she walked out. He followed her, and turned her around until she faced him.
"What?" she said before he placed a finger over her lips. He then brought her face toward his. Their lips then met.
Once they stopped, she looked at him with much happier eyes then she had before. He smiled. She took a step back.
She then froze. "Is-is it cold in here, or is it just me?" she asked.
Ron looked at her oddly. "No, it's fine in here," he said. She then stumbled backwards. He grabbed her before she fell over. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.
"I just started to feel cold, and tired." She said confused.
He looked at her concerned, but he stopped as soon as he saw something move behind her. "Stay here," he said. He then walked over to where in had been before. He looked back at Hermione, who had placed her hand on her head, and looked at him.
She looked very weak. Ron raised his eyebrows as soon as she fell to her knees. He ran over and grabbed her before she fully fell onto the ground.
"I-I don't know what's happening," she said.
Ron looked around the hall, and saw this "fog" darting around the room.
He gently placed her onto the ground, and stood up. He then saw it stop in corner. He walked toward it. He reached his hand into it. It quickly moved. He turned to where it had gone; right towards Hermione. He froze still.
She stood up, and saw it heading right for her. It was about to hit, when Ron shoved her out of the way. They both tumbled across the floor. They looked up and saw that it as still at it.
It took a longer part of it, and pushed Ron out of the way. He flew against a wall. When he looked up, he saw that it had encircled Hermione. He got up, and ran towards her. It began to pull her. He grabbed onto one of her hands, trying to get her out.
"Ron…don't leave me," she said weakly before her hand went limp in unconsciousness, and her head fell. Ron's grip was starting to weaken, and soon, she was gone. Ron stopped dead. He hadn't been able to protect her, and now, she was gone.
I'm going to stop right now. I hope you enjoyed it, because I enjoyed writing this chapter, which happens to be my longest chapter of this story. I thought the end was probably my best sappy ending in any of my stories, and yet, it was very dramatic. Anyways, I hope you liked it, and if you did, gimme some feedback. Push that little purple button about and send me a review (hopefully nice).