Can we tell that I love cliffhangers?
Yes we can.
Sorry about that- I was gonna add more but my bro wanted the computer. You guys are lucky that I had another sno day; otherwise I woulda just left ya.
Enjoy!
Brit*Kit
Chapter 15
Transfiguration and Hermione's Weakness
"HERMIONE!!!!" Shouted Harry, rising to his feet, but Alena was already there, reaching into the sleeve of her robes. Sarah knelt beside her, holding one of Hermione's hands.
"She's cold as death, and much to pale. Someone get her to the hospital right away," said Sarah, rising. "Harry, Ron, d'you think you can carry her? Don't try a levitation spell- It may make whatever is affecting her worse."
"Alena, Sarah, look at this.." Liz was kneeling on Hermione's other side and was holding the necklace she had gotten this morning in the palm of her hand. The stone, which had glowed with a light like the sun was now dark and flickering. "Isn't that odd."
"What is the problem?" asked a curt voice. Snape stood over them again, glaring coolly at the pale girl lying on the floor. Miri looked ready to explode again but Sarah put a hand on her arm, watching Alena.
Alena had risen, and was staring strait ahead. Her face was very cool and collected and Harry began to wonder whether she ever got mad. "Very few things make me lose my temper, Professor. I can count them on one hand- People killing innocents for money or power, People hurting my Angels or friends, and People who go against their word."
"The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for traitors," spat Snape. A tight voice sprang from the doorway.
"You know NOTHING of Hell," Maya was standing there, eyes flashing. "You've never been there nor met anyone from there."
"And I suppose you have?"
Maya just looked at him. "I am Hell."
Deciding he had seen enough, Harry motioned to Ron, and Ron scooped Hermione up, bridal style. They slipped out the door unnoticed. Ron looked at him.
"That was way too weird. Whad'you think she meant?" Harry just shook his head, watching Hermione. It was odd- now that they were on the upper levels, color was returning to her cheeks and she looked much better. Finally they reached a hallway lined with windows. It was sunny out and as soon as they walked into a pool of sunlight, Hermione woke up.
"Wha- what happened? The last thing I remember is fainting."
"You did faint, Miss Granger. I am afraid that you will be unable to attend potions class for quite a while," All of them turned (Ron had put Hermione down) and looked to see their headmaster standing at the foot of the steps behind them. "You are vulnerable in dark places, particularly those without sunlight."
"Is it some sort of sickness?" Hermione wanted to know.
Dumbledore smiled. "No. it is the unfortunate side effect of a certain power you have. Now I suggest you go take a nice long walk on the grounds, don't bother with Transfiguration, I'll give Minerva your excuse." Hermione nodded and walked off, avoiding the darker side hallways. "Now you two, I think, seeing as potions is almost over, should just head directly to Transfiguration, understood? Don't speak of this to anyone." They nodded. "Very well. Good day to you both." And he left, silver hair and midnight blue robe flaring out behind him. Ron shook his head and wordlessly they left for McGonagall's class.
They met the Angels there, and grabbed seats after reassuring them that Hermione was fine. They chatted and told him and Ron that Snape had been so scared of Maya that not only did they not finish the potion, but they had no homework as well. Harry and Ron cheered at this and talked of quiddich until McGonagall came streaming in. "We will be doing a project this year- you will pair up and choose a topic. The topics are," The angels promptly commenced to doodling, reading, staring into space and putting their head down on the desk and, by all appearances, going to sleep. "Angels,"
Alena's head jolted up from her book to stare wide eyed at the teacher.
"Water nymphs,"
Sarah snapped a quill in half.
"Huntresses,"
Margie knocked a set of books to the floor and had to duck under her desk.
"Wood elves,"
Ela fell out of her chair, earning a glare from McGonagall.
"and Vampress's."
Maya, who had been drinking from a small vial, filled with a dark red liquid that to Harry looked like blood, although she called it cough medicine, promptly choked and spat it all over her desk. Harry jumped.
"Miss Ranatar!"
"Sorry, Professor! You just scared me is all! Did you say that we would be studying Vampress's this year, or did I hear you wrong?"
"You heard me quite right. We will be- does it bother you?" McGonagall eyed her shrilly, and Maya sank back into her chair as Liz cleaned up the 'cough medicine'.
"No.no, it's alright. Never mind." But as soon as McGonagall had turned away, Maya rounded to face Alena and Harry saw her mouth 'HELP!!'
The Angels were just about silent for the rest of the class, with exception of when McGonagall asked one of them a question.
Yes we can.
Sorry about that- I was gonna add more but my bro wanted the computer. You guys are lucky that I had another sno day; otherwise I woulda just left ya.
Enjoy!
Brit*Kit
Chapter 15
Transfiguration and Hermione's Weakness
"HERMIONE!!!!" Shouted Harry, rising to his feet, but Alena was already there, reaching into the sleeve of her robes. Sarah knelt beside her, holding one of Hermione's hands.
"She's cold as death, and much to pale. Someone get her to the hospital right away," said Sarah, rising. "Harry, Ron, d'you think you can carry her? Don't try a levitation spell- It may make whatever is affecting her worse."
"Alena, Sarah, look at this.." Liz was kneeling on Hermione's other side and was holding the necklace she had gotten this morning in the palm of her hand. The stone, which had glowed with a light like the sun was now dark and flickering. "Isn't that odd."
"What is the problem?" asked a curt voice. Snape stood over them again, glaring coolly at the pale girl lying on the floor. Miri looked ready to explode again but Sarah put a hand on her arm, watching Alena.
Alena had risen, and was staring strait ahead. Her face was very cool and collected and Harry began to wonder whether she ever got mad. "Very few things make me lose my temper, Professor. I can count them on one hand- People killing innocents for money or power, People hurting my Angels or friends, and People who go against their word."
"The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for traitors," spat Snape. A tight voice sprang from the doorway.
"You know NOTHING of Hell," Maya was standing there, eyes flashing. "You've never been there nor met anyone from there."
"And I suppose you have?"
Maya just looked at him. "I am Hell."
Deciding he had seen enough, Harry motioned to Ron, and Ron scooped Hermione up, bridal style. They slipped out the door unnoticed. Ron looked at him.
"That was way too weird. Whad'you think she meant?" Harry just shook his head, watching Hermione. It was odd- now that they were on the upper levels, color was returning to her cheeks and she looked much better. Finally they reached a hallway lined with windows. It was sunny out and as soon as they walked into a pool of sunlight, Hermione woke up.
"Wha- what happened? The last thing I remember is fainting."
"You did faint, Miss Granger. I am afraid that you will be unable to attend potions class for quite a while," All of them turned (Ron had put Hermione down) and looked to see their headmaster standing at the foot of the steps behind them. "You are vulnerable in dark places, particularly those without sunlight."
"Is it some sort of sickness?" Hermione wanted to know.
Dumbledore smiled. "No. it is the unfortunate side effect of a certain power you have. Now I suggest you go take a nice long walk on the grounds, don't bother with Transfiguration, I'll give Minerva your excuse." Hermione nodded and walked off, avoiding the darker side hallways. "Now you two, I think, seeing as potions is almost over, should just head directly to Transfiguration, understood? Don't speak of this to anyone." They nodded. "Very well. Good day to you both." And he left, silver hair and midnight blue robe flaring out behind him. Ron shook his head and wordlessly they left for McGonagall's class.
They met the Angels there, and grabbed seats after reassuring them that Hermione was fine. They chatted and told him and Ron that Snape had been so scared of Maya that not only did they not finish the potion, but they had no homework as well. Harry and Ron cheered at this and talked of quiddich until McGonagall came streaming in. "We will be doing a project this year- you will pair up and choose a topic. The topics are," The angels promptly commenced to doodling, reading, staring into space and putting their head down on the desk and, by all appearances, going to sleep. "Angels,"
Alena's head jolted up from her book to stare wide eyed at the teacher.
"Water nymphs,"
Sarah snapped a quill in half.
"Huntresses,"
Margie knocked a set of books to the floor and had to duck under her desk.
"Wood elves,"
Ela fell out of her chair, earning a glare from McGonagall.
"and Vampress's."
Maya, who had been drinking from a small vial, filled with a dark red liquid that to Harry looked like blood, although she called it cough medicine, promptly choked and spat it all over her desk. Harry jumped.
"Miss Ranatar!"
"Sorry, Professor! You just scared me is all! Did you say that we would be studying Vampress's this year, or did I hear you wrong?"
"You heard me quite right. We will be- does it bother you?" McGonagall eyed her shrilly, and Maya sank back into her chair as Liz cleaned up the 'cough medicine'.
"No.no, it's alright. Never mind." But as soon as McGonagall had turned away, Maya rounded to face Alena and Harry saw her mouth 'HELP!!'
The Angels were just about silent for the rest of the class, with exception of when McGonagall asked one of them a question.