Turns of Time

Chapter23

Twists


disclaimer: see previous ones...


Some part of him felt disgusted. He knew that what he was doing was sick. Absolutely sick.

But he can't help himself. He had to quench his thirst. And the thing in his hands right now was giving off enough power to satisfy him... for now.


Ron struggled to keep awake all night. Oh, Harry had been back quite shortly after he politely excused himself out of the room. It was the behavior that, sort of terrified him.

He knew Harry well enough to sense that something is inside him again. Come to think of it, Harry hadn't bothered to talk to them about the strange box or the bloody kid.

Harry spent the rest of the night sitting on the center of his bed tinkering. He knew this for a fact because he could see his form through the curtain. But what scared him to bits was the silver blade poking out of the cloth Harry had brought in.


The young professor smiled absently as he sat down on the Great Hall for breakfast that morning. He looked pre-occupied. His dark blue eyes clouded over. He was mechanically shoving his spoon in his mouth. But what was interesting was the way his eyes kept sweeping the whole Gryffindor Table.

Minerva looked at the direction of his sweeping gaze, bewildered. The headmaster was also looking thoughtful, scarcely paying attention at the joke Professor Flitwick was jabbering about.


Hermione kept moving her food about her plate. Her heart performing Wonksi Feints--whatever that is--over and over again.

She kept sneeking glances at the open doors waiting for her two friends to arrive. Her heart divebombed to her diaphragm when Harry entered and floated upwards in an alarming rate to her brain when she saw Ron trailing behind him, yawning continously. She quickly stood up and started for them when she saw the look on Harry's face: stoic and grim.

Gulping, she sat back down. With some difficulty, she tore his eyes away from Harry and settled them on Ron, which turned out to be quite useless for he can't even meet her gaze. Harry was now a step away from her. She closed her eyes, waiting for the impact.

"Good morning." She blinked her eyes open and didn't move as Harry sat down beside her, Ron opposite them, as he pulled her towards him and placed a hard kiss on her cheeks.

Ron, as if sensing her gaze lifted his head for about a millisecond and shook his head. Hermione let out a sigh of relief and smiled weakly at Ron, who in turn gave her a disgusted look and and scooted off to talk to Ginny.


The mist swirled impatiently around the room. Edward was blinded with rage, he had already drove the girl to the edge.

It was time to act.

Trickling through a crack, she spilled out into the sunlit air in his office, out to the main classroom and into the same corridors she roamed a hundred years ago.

Draco was whistling softly as he leisurely took his time in going to the washroom. He was staring at his fingers as they grazed the large stone brick of the wall. Crack, brick, crack, brick... He dutifully murmured each word. Crack, brick, crack, brick, crack, blood, crack, brick, crack... back back back...He took steps back and touched the fresh warm blood splattered all over that single brick. The ones around itexceptionably clean.


The mist surveyed as the young man inspected her illusion. Gathering up the courage she penetrated his mind, sending images of her life. Help them. She whispered as she sent images of Harry, Hermione and Edward.


"There's a curse..." a female voice said. He was being unnerved by all this.

After the images he turned around and was about to rest the back of his head against the wall, when he saw a swirling blue smoke dive towards him. He felt hand like tendrills cup his face. He instinctively pulled back and crashed his head hard against the brick.


Madam Pince muttered under her breath as she bent over the dusty trunks in the storage room. A cloud of dust billowed out off one as she kicked it open. Coughing, she waved her hand in the air around her; cursing as she did so.

What did the headmaster want with ratty old student files, she didn't know. The storage room was located in one of the deeper caverns of the dungeons, and the constantly dripping water was giving her the willies. She shuddered as she looked around.

After hours of rummaging she emerged from the dungeons, covered with dust, muttering and grunting ceaselessly, and with a ratty old trunk wobbling in the air behind her.


Draco woke up an hour later, in his bed, with an iced bag stuck to his head. He stared up the ceiling dazedly trying to collect fragments of his mind, when a voice beside him spoke,"Happy now?". Still dazed, he turned his head slowly around and tried to hide his grin immediately by turning to the other side.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the response she got. Getting up from his bed, she stalked towards the door. Glancing over her shoulder, he held her gaze for a second, breaking the contact she continued on her way, trying to supress the grin and touching her lips as she fondly recalled the kiss she stole from him a while ago.


A/N: more nxt week...

feeling a bit down now. 'fraid my usual bubbly thing won't be up to the challenge..

having a crisis ryt now insyd the family... need support ... emotional...

oh well ...

ahem...

that should ve sweet the last part... anyway love you guys and well review!