It is exactly 1:45 a.m. I am sitting at my friend's house, writing this, while she sits next to me, reading other people's fanfics on her dad's laptop.
I know you care.
But just for the record, chappy 5 was 19 pages long on Word. I seriously think that a tiny gnome has been sneaking into my house while I sleep and writing pages for me. This gnome lives in the cornfields and is trying to take over the earth with a screwdriver.
Yeah.
Let's just hope he comes back for Chapter 6…
Chapter 6
Wait! I almost forgot! Okay I was watching the third Harry Potter movie today, cause I was at my friend's house and we were bored and I had never seen it before blah blah blah. (Well, we were more talking about how emotionally disturbed the characters are than watching, but that's okay.) So as I was watching, I noticed that all of the adult males in Harry Potter were ugly. That meant that they were probably ugly in their youth. And as we all know, their youth is what I am writing about. So even though I sound like the girliest girl in the world (I'm not! ask anyone: laxgoalie, aquarius25, etc. etc.), I just want you all to know, 'my' (haha) characters aren't ugly. Except Peter. He's still short and fat. Though he looks better in his younger days than in the movie, I've decided for this fic. He's pretty creepy in the movie. So now that I've gotten that out of the way, I present to you…
The real, honest-to-God Chapter 6
Okay, so I lied. I just want to warn you: don't read this chapter. I'm totally serious. This chapter is so boring, it's funny. But not funny enough to read. See, nothing happens in this chapter. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. This chapter really will suck the life out of you. I'm not even exaggerating. So if you're still reading, STOP. This chapter is really boring. If you scroll down to the very very very end, I'll just give you a synopsis. OK? OK.
Now here's Chapter 6. Again I ask you not to read. I'm kind of embarrassed, this chapter is so pointless and empty. But I don't feel like writing a whole new chapter. Thank you for your consideration. And remember, to prevent your own death, scroll down and read the synopsis. (Psycho theme begins to play in the background) Remember, drugs kill. So does this chapter.
Nothing.
Utter silence.
Devoid of light, sound, touch, everything.
Nothing.
"Hello? Anybody?" Remus tried for the fifth time. He felt around in the darkness for a while, but couldn't feel anything. Where are my friends? he wondered in alarm. Where am I? Where's anyone? He tried again. "Hey! Guys! Are you there? Hello!"
Suddenly, thankfully, he heard a voice. "Remus, is that you? Where are you?"
"Of course it is. Who else would it be?"
"Well, it could be Liz, Christian, James, Allison, Sirius, or Peter, I suppose," the voice said thoughtfully.
"That was a rhetorical question—never mind. Where are you?" Because of the person's vague and somewhat daft answer, Remus could now be certain that it was Mary to whom he was speaking.
"Over here," Mary said from off to his left. He began to walk that way as she began to walk to her right, and they collided. Remus managed to get a hold of Mary's shoulder before she flew off in another direction.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, you?"
"I'm fine. Do you have any idea where we are?"
"You're asking me."
"Yeah, I guess you have a point."
As they continued this conversation, the other six students were wandering around aimlessly, calling out and feeling around themselves. Liz was especially having a hard time of it. She was miserable. Stumbling around blindly in the dark, she was thinking about how it had been she who had told the students to run into the arch. Now she was alone, and she saw no means of ever getting out of this mess. Suddenly she ran into something soft. "AAH!" she shrieked. She attempted to recoil, but couldn't, seeing as how whatever she had run into was holding her arms. Liz struggled for a moment, but whatever was holding her was too strong. So she did the last thing that she could think of: kicked as hard as she possibly could.
When her foot made contact with something, whatever had been holding her arms let go and said, "OOOOOOOOWWWWWW! BLOODY HELL! THAT SMARTS!" in a very high and unnatural-sounding voice.
Liz realized who it was and had just enough time to say, "Aidan?!" before he toppled over—directly on top of her.
And exactly at that moment, an ethereal, unearthly, and almost blinding white light flooded the area.
At the moment that the lights came on, nobody noticed the surroundings. However, I will tell you that what they were in was all white. There was no color, no shadows, nothing. Everything was white. There wasn't even a distinction between the ground and the walls, or the sky, if either of those things actually existed. It was all white. (Okay, it was kind of like that white place in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.) The whiteness extended in every direction as far as any eye could see. However, even after staggering around in the dark, the students were actually fairly close to each other, and so everyone was too busy staring at Liz underneath Aidan to really notice anything. Liz looked around as best she could with a hot guy on top of her, then realized what everyone was staring at. "Er… um… it's not what it looks like!" Liz shouted in vain.
Christian burst out laughing and began to emit a lengthy stream of meaningless babble. Mary offered to translate. "I'm not really sure," she said, "but I think that what she's saying is, 'You… you… you… ahahahaha!" She paused. "The next part is, 'Oh my god, Liz, haha. I can't haha believe you haha I believe you but I can't believe you haha haha. You're a moron.'"
Liz, who was still pinned underneath Aidan, gave her a dirty look.
"It's always the messenger that gets it!" said Mary, throwing up her arms.
"Errr," Liz growled menacingly. She really wasn't able to do anything but grunt, because of course Aidan was directly on top of her.
"You know, if you wanted some time alone, you should have just told us," Christian chortled when she finally got her breath back.
Liz finally gathered up enough breath to say, "GAAH! Would you stop making fun of me and help me get this kid off me?" Aidan hadn't budged, largely due to the fact that he had passed out. Only as Liz began struggling again did he wake up. Apparently, Liz had kicked him pretty hard, because when he woke up, he said, "Ow! Careful around the tender spot!"
"You're sick," Liz said nastily.
"No, not sick, but definitely injured," Aidan remarked bemusedly as he got off Liz and stood up. He offered her a hand and she took it and got up. "Please accept my most sincere apologies. I'm terribly sorry that I landed on you after… never mind. I'm sorry."
Liz felt bad, looked at her feet and said, "You're sorry! I'm the one who kicked you so hard that you passed out!"
Aidan's eyes sparkled as he replied, "No, no, it's quite all right. It will heal… in a few years…" Liz blushed. "I will be fine," he continued. "Thank you." Liz suddenly realized that they were still holding hands. So did Aidan, and always the gentleman, he kissed her hand, then looked into her eyes. Liz smiled, then blushed again, a deep crimson red. She dropped his hand and muttered something incoherently just as Christian ran up and said gleefully, "Um, hi, I'm Christian," just to be polite. Then she whispered to Liz, "Ooh, tall, dark, and handsome, Liz, how nice." Liz blushed even more deeply— if that was possible— and didn't say anything.
Unfortunately, Sirius was standing nearby, and he overheard Christian's comment. "Why, thank you, Christian. I never knew you felt that way about me. Who are you going to the dance with?"
At this, Christian got a pained look on her face, probably from thinking about the dance and Lucius. Liz was simply annoyed by Sirius' habit of getting into everyone else's business. Allison was mad for obvious reasons. So at the exact same moment, Christian, Liz, and Allison all walked over to Sirius and slapped him as hard as they could.
"Ow!" Sirius said. "What was that for?"
Liz and Allison just rolled their eyes, and I'm sure Christian would have if she'd had eyes.
James was snickering in the background until Sirius went over and snapped, "Yeah, well, you can't tell me it hasn't happened to you."
James continued laughing and said, "Yeah, but three at once? Come on, that's gotta be a new record."
Sirius glared at him (though he couldn't quite reach the evil death glare that all of the girls were so good at), but was prevented from killing James by a streak of gold light that flew past him about two inches from his head.
"AAH! What was that?!" Sirius shouted in alarm.
James started to laugh at him, but quickly stopped when the same thing happened to him. "Bloody Merlin! It's trying to kill me!"
"Too bad it didn't work," Christian laughed. Sirius was pretty sure she was being sarcastic.
Even as she was saying this, more and more golden beams of light started to fly around the white space that they were in. It was at this moment that everyone began to notice where they were. The number of beams of light was steadily increasing, and in a short amount of time, there were so many that it was a wonder none of the students had gotten hit by one. But the beams seemed to have a life of their own. Whenever they came near the students, they would veer off in another direction at the last second. Mary reached out to touch one, and just let it hit against the palm of her hand. It gathered itself into a little sphere of light and just sat there for a second, then exploded in a little puff of light and harmless smoke that drifted away in swirling tendrils. Mary smiled.
As many more beams swirled around the nine teens, Allison slowly asked Aidan, "So, what exactly are you doing here? Have you been watching us this entire time?"
Aidan lowered his eyes and muttered, "Yes."
"So you just followed us up to the trophy room," Allison said disgustedly.
"Yes," Aidan said inarticulately, still avoiding eye contact. A beam flew past his head, but he didn't flinch.
"Why?"
"Why do you think?" Aidan said defensively. "I wanted to know what you eight were up to. You had all been acting very strangely. I did not even think that you Ear— ahem, sorry, that you Brits could act so oddly. I had an idea of your behavior and your customs, and you just did not seem to be… well, none of you seemed to be normal," he finished, almost apologetically.
Sirius thought about this for a moment, then smiled and said, "Well, that's what we were aiming for, mate. Even our own classmates don't consider us norm—" But he was cut off by Allison's hand pushing him out of the way. "Hey! Ow! That—"
"Shut up," she said, never turning away from Aidan, even when a beam of light flew directly in front of her eyes. (This wasn't because she liked him; she just wanted to psych him out and get him kind of nervous. I'm sure you understand that she was pretty p.o.ed at him at the moment.)
"Anyway, Aidan," Allison continued. Her voice rose angrily with every syllable. "What were you saying? Oh yes. We were acting 'oddly.'" She smirked. "And that was why you decided to follow us up to the trophy room— you weren't even asked to go— we don't even know who you are— we STILL DON'T— then you couldn't even HIDE FORM BLOODY FILCH for a few seconds— you just HAD TO FOLLOW US IN HERE and get into even MORE of the business that wasn't bloody yours—!" She took a deep breath and bellowed, "ARE YOU QUITE MAD?!"
"Hey, I think she finally hates someone more than me!" Sirius said in the background, happy to have figured this out.
Aidan drew very close to Allison's face and got a very cold, angry look on his face. "I think," he said, his nose an inch away from Allison's, "you will find that it is very much my business. And if it's not now, it will be very soon."
Allison glared right back at him. With the scowl and the glare Aidan was giving her right now, she wasn't quite up to 'evil death glare' standards, but she did well enough, considering the circumstances.
"Oh really?" she asked sardonically. "And why would that be?!" She was nearly in hysterics now. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" she screamed. She said 'PROBLEM' as if it had three syllables, like 'PERR-AHB-LUM.'
Everyone else was staring at the two fighting like little children. Liz decided thay it was necessary for them to be aware of this fact.
"Hey," Liz said. "You two are fighting like little kids."
"I was not—" Aidan began hotly. However, at the moment in which he started his sentence, one of the golden beams of light that had been flying lazily around them came straight down on his head. "Ouch!" he said angrily, trying to brush the beam off his head. It had already disappeared, much in the same matter as the one that had touched Mary's hand.
James, with a rare burst of understanding, blurted out, "Hey! They're all doing that, now!" What he meant by this statement was that all of the beams of light were falling straight down now. Each individual beam would stop suddenly in midair, hang in the air for a second, and then drop straight down, like a missile.
Naturally, one of the worst things that could have happened at that moment was that the 'lights' would have 'gone out', as they had been when the nine students had entered this strange emptiness. So of course that's exactly what happened next.
"Oh, crap," came Liz's voice. One thing that was better this time of darkness than last, though, was the fact that the golden beams of light were still plummeting downwards. However, now, instead of 'plummeting,' they were sort of slowly drifting. These beams, which were becoming less frequent, gave off a softly glowing light, so the students were able to see each other whenever a beam drifted past one of them.
"Look, I can actually hold this one!" Mary said, and everyone looked at her.
Her face was softly glowing from the light of the small sphere she held cupped in her hands. It did nothing, just floated a few millimeters above her palms, pulsating gently.
"Mary, is it?" Aidan asked suddenly; everyone jumped, as everything had been completely silent, and also quite peaceful, what with golden beams falling like snow. She had introduced herself to him, but that had been quite a while ago, or so it seemed. "Yes, well, try to… try to throw that light. See what it does. Maybe you'll be able to… you know… form a door… a portal, I suppose… like you did before…" His voice trailed off. It was very easy to become drowsy in this place…
Mary lifted up her arm (slowly, I might add, as she was as drowsy as everyone else), and threw the little ball of light. It seemed to take an eternity to travel slowly through the dark space, and during that eternity, each of the nine students sat down… but suddenly the sphere of light seemed to hit against something and spread out slowly. The nine students waited, although all were dangerously close to falling asleep… The place where the sphere of light had hit formed itself into an arch shape, not unlike the one that had appeared in the trophy room…
A gold beam drifted down and touched Liz on the forehead. It faded out of sight instead of exploding like all the other ones had done earlier… Liz snapped to attention. She seemed to be the only one able to do so; Sirius was snoring, and that was the only sound she could hear from her fellow companions, except for the occasional rustle of movement. She moved over to the arch and inspected it. Just as the old one had been, it was ornately decorated. However, this one was made of a material that seemed like gold, although was a bit rough. Also, it was really only decorated on the top and very bottom. Like in the other arch, there was a curtain, but this one was long, white, and gauzy. Again, this curtain was blowing with an unseen and unfelt (at least by Liz) wind. Meanwhile, there were even fewer beams of light. It was almost totally dark again.
Liz peered into the depths of the arch, tried to see what lay beyond. Needless to say, she was unsuccessful. However, as she didn't see any other way of getting out of that endless dark void that they were in, she sighed, and decided that she would have to get her friends through. She supposed she would just drag each one over, throw them though, and follow when everyone else was through. She got up, sighed again, then felt around until she found someone. She began shaking them, to try and wake whomever it was up. The person did not stir.
"Oh Merlin," Liz said out loud to herself, mostly to calm her own nerves. "What if they're dead?" She began frantically shaking the person, and they gave a loud snort and turned over. It was James.
Liz exhaled loudly in frustration. Then, completely unexpectedly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped, whirled around and from the light of a passing beam of light, saw that it was Aidan.
"Oh, it's only you," she said with great relief.
"I'm happy to see you too," he said sarcastically, but with a smile on his face.
"Oh— I'm sorry— I didn't mean it like that," she finished lamely.
"I know," he said, still smiling. "I suppose you want help dragging your friends out of here?"
"Oh— yes— but— how did you know?" she asked, surprised.
His only answer was a very ominous, "I always know."
"Wha—"
"But your plan won't work. You don't know where that arch might spit them out. You could end up galaxies, universes, dimensions away."
"Oh— well— what should we do?" Liz asked, more than a little flustered. She was glad it was mostly dark, so that Aidan couldn't see the blush that had crept up her neck and across her face.
"Take then all though together, naturally," Aidan replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Take them all— what? How?"
"Elizabeth."
"Ye— Yes."
"You're a witch."
"What? Hey!"
Aidan sighed. "You have attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for almost six full years," he said, almost amusedly. "Surely you can think of something to do?"
"Of— of course I can!"
"Right then. I suggest you get to it."
Liz pulled out her wand— miraculously, it had remained in her pocket the whole time. How she had been so lucky, she had no idea… "All right then— Wingardium Leviosa!" she said, levitating all of the others. (They had learned how to levitate more than one object in the end of their sixth year.) She levitated the seen students through the portal, with herself and Aidan following closely behind.
I told you not to read it! Well, if you did, yeah, I know you were disappointed, but that's okay. Obviously something is going to happen next chapter, they just went through the portal, so duh. Give me ideas on where they should go. What are we on now? Chapter 7? Well, we'll soon find out… Oh well, at least I had fun picking on Liz while I wrote this chapter… (cackle).
SYNOPSIS! Okay here's the promised summary. They find out that Aidan had followed them. They're in this place where it's alternately completely white or completely (or mostly) dark. I made it really obvious during this chapter that Liz and Aidan… yeah. Ever hear the song 'Sk8er Boi' by Avril Lavigne? Well there ya go. There are all these little beams of light. Allison and Aidan have a fight. Aidan starts to call the students, "Ear—" but catches himself and calls them Brits. Mary catches a beam of light, throws it, and it becomes another arch. Everyone except Liz and Aidan fall asleep, so the levitate everyone else through the arch and follow them. The End. Dun Dun Dun. Rejoice. Well, at least you didn't have to read the whole chapter. That should be something to rejoice about. The End for real this time. Well, of this chapter.
