DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters or the plots for the original books.
A/N: I am new to fanfiction and would really appreciate if you would R&R. This is my first ever fanfic, so tell me what you think! Happy Reading!
Amber
Chapter 2
I sat through the sorting, not hearing a word of it. My mind was on
Harry. Where could he be? Where would we look? Was he alright? I didn't eat
anything at the feast. I took a plate of food and picked at it. Hermione didn't
seem to be eating either, but Ron and Neville were eating as if it was their
last meal, perhaps because it was, in a way. We would only be able to snitch so
much food.
"Are ya alright, Ginny?" Seamus Finnigan asked me noticing me picking at
my food. "Do you feel well? You look ill"
"I'm just fine," I told him, unconvincingly.
He went back to his food for a while. Ron. Hermione, Neville, and I
were all silent.
Seamus looked up and again and said, "My, you lot are quiet today.
Where's Harry? Is he on holiday?"
"No," said Ron, shaking his head sadly, "He's¬ –"
"We don't know where he is," I interrupted, not wanting Ron to let
anything slip, "He might have gone on Holiday."
"Strange," said Seamus, frowning and going back to his roast beef.
It was half past eleven, and I was lying on my bed, still dressed,
staring off into space. Hermione came into the dormitory carrying a large, cloth
sack and her school trunk, which she had enchanted to float along behind her,
weightlessly
"Come on, Ginny," She whispered, not wanting to wake any of the other
girls "Ron and Neville, and I just nicked some food from the kitchens. Are you
ready to go? Do you want me to bewitch your trunk for you?"
"Yes, please do," I said in a low whisper
She pointed her wand at my trunk, sitting beside my bed "Wingaurdium
Leviosa," she whispered and the trunk hovered in the air effortlessly. "There,
that should keep it in the air by itself, but if it gives you any trouble let me
know," she added.
I agreed and we made our way to the common room on tip-toe. Ron and
Neville were already waiting for us there. We greeted one another quietly and
set out for the entrance hall..
"Who's there?" cried the fat lady. "Ron? Neville? Ginny? And you,
Hermione?" she spluttered. She pronounced Hermione's name as if it was the name
of a despicable traitor. " Two prefects out after hours? Tsk, tsk. You should be
ashamed of yourselves!" We ignored her, hurrying down the corridor. "Oh that's
right! Just ignore me! After all I'm just a portrait!" she hollered after us
"Blast," I heard Ron mutter under his breath, "Filtch will hear her . .
. carrying on like that!"
We made it to the spiral staircase without more complication. We were
nearly all the way down it when Neville cried out in pain. I looked down in
horror. Neville had forgotten to skip the false step. Ron, Hermione, and I
looked at each other, knowing it unwise to speak, for fear that Filch or Peeves,
the Poultergeist, would hear us.
We were trying to get him out of the step when Luna came in through a
door on the other side of the hall. Coming over to us, she realized what had
happened. She gave a small sigh and started to help us pull him out of the step.
Little by little we got him out, first his knees, then his calves. We nearly had
him out when peeves swooped down on us.
"Oh my, my, my, what have we here? The wee students out of bed again?
Harry Potter the rotter's friends? Oh I see's? I see's, alright?" he screeched
loudly enough to wake the whole castle, "Harry Potter is a rotter . . .," he
chanted under his breath and cackled maniaclly
"Go away, peeves!" I snarled loudly, without worrying about Filch
hearing. I guessed he had already heard Peeves's screeching and was on his way,
his trusty cat, Mrs. Noris in tow.
"Shhhhh! Ginny!" Hermione whispered, frantically pressing a finger to
her lips. "Fil –"
She never got the chance to finish because that's when we all heard it
"Students out of bed at this hour. . . " growled the voice of Argus
Filtch. He wasn't far off. Maybe just around the corner. We all tugged at
Neville frantically.
Ron grunted as Neville came free and toppled over on him. Filtch's
mutterings were louder now. "Little rule breakers… We'll get 'em, We will, Mrs.
Noris, my pretty." Ron and Neville untangled themselves as Luna Hermione, and I
ran for the doors. Ron and Neville ran after us. We closed the door just as
Filtch rounded the bend into the entrance hall. We were not sticking around. Our
trunks floating behind us, we ran until we reached the Forbidden Forest.
By the time we got there my heart was pounding and everyone was out of
breath. We sat in silence for a while catching our breath and realizing the full
magnitude of the thing we had just done.
I could not comprehend it. I had snuck out of the castle in the middle
of the night. I was going to look for Harry Potter, you-know-who's greatest
enemy. It would be dangerous, yet I was no stranger to danger. I had, after all,
helped him battle you-know-who twice before, but I knew this would not be like
the other times. This was not one day of horrible fighting. This would be many
days – weeks, months even – of running and looking. I had to admit to myself if
things did not go well – or even if they went well – we might meet death eaters
– or even you-know-who himself -- along the way
I looked up at the others and broke the silence. "So, what now?"
A/N: So that's it for chapter two. Hope you enjoyed it. I, personally,
thought chapter one was better, but if you want to hear more please review!
Thanks!