Turns of time
Disclaimer: all belongs to J.K. Rowling...
Chapter 25
vengeance is sweet
Draco was lying in his bed. Twirling his wand around his fingers absently, he stared at the fireplace. Classes were starting right now and he was in no mood to attend them.
The room was in complete disarray, exactly mimicking the state of his mind right now. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, as well as books and a couple of plates with day old food on them. And to sum it all up the huge window was thrown open letting the cold wind in. The fire was flickering, struggling to stay alive.
It seems like his brain was pounding itself over and over against his skull. He kept on thinking about the images and the voice that accompanied them. It was female, there was no doubtt about it. But what it all meant was beyond him. He sighed and turned back to the fire. And to sum all the pandemonium up, Hermione was missing.
The fire was starting to flicker out and Draco was staring at it like he was in a trance. Then it happened. It happened too quickly that he almost didn't catch it. A wall of black flame shot out from the smoldering logs. Then followed by an illusion of a dungeon like room with a figure huddled in the shadows. After that the flames completely died out.
He closed his eyes and slammed his head back against the pillow. Bloody hallucinations.
Peeves was feeling restless. The whole school was searching for the Head Girl and he knew who took her. He soon found himself floating through a wall to the Entrance hall. Should he tell? But he quickly exited the place when he saw it emerge from the marble staircase.
The mist was scattering and regrouping itself randomly as it floated down the steps.
Kristine found herself sliding down the once familiar stone steps. She had to thank Edward for drawing her out of the pool, being a mist wasn't that bad.
"... so the Minister of Magic signed the treaty ending the great dung wars..."
Ron yawned and stretched his back. He looked around the entire room. Half of the students were already drowsing. The other half were either struggling to stay awake or doing entirely different things. Just like Harry, who was sitting beside him, who was also poring over the infamous Marauder's Map, folding and unfolding searching every nook and cranny.
Ron tiredly turned back to the teacher ghost.
"...it took a whole year to make the smell go away for good..."
Most of the dots were grouped inside the classrooms, but a few students were miling about and Harry did a double take when a certain dot named Kristine Jacobs vanished from the map, just opposite the kitchen.
It was already nearing lunch when Draco woke up again. The cold wind from outside had frozen his legs stiff. He struggled to stand up. He waved his wand and the windows closed and a roaring fire erupted from the logs. Able to moce more freely now, he trudged across the room and entered the bathroom.
Tentatively he twisted the other doorknob open and stepped into Hermione's room. Everything was pale and cold in here. The bed was already made and the room was immaculately clean. Slowly, he walked to the unoccupied bed and smiled; he flopped down into it and reveled in the smell.
Feeling tears prick his eyes. He sat on the edge of her and brushed the tears angrily. He looked about the room once more and tried to blink back his tears. His eyes landed on the windows and he stiffened, he recalled the way she threw him out one time. She wasn't herself back then. And so were half of the time he was with him. Quickly getting out of the room. He tore past the bathroom and pointed his wand into his fire. An image of Hermione flickered on and she was shouting.
It was the night when he found Hermione crying on the floor:
"Show yourself. Show yourself. I'm not taking this shit any longer." Her voice echoed loudly amidst the cackling fire. Her eyes were flaming red. Just like the time when she threw him out of the room, flaoting in mid-air.
She was obvoiusly talking to someone else, someone he couldn't see.
"Tell me, everything." his mind snapped back when he heard his voice.
"Look at what I'm about to do!" Her head was flung up to the ceiling, daring somebody else. Draco blushed as a new scene unfolded, hastily, he pointed his wand again at the fire and the images rewound itself. Every scene with her being strange and especially when she was collapsing and brought to the hospital wing was marked with walls of black flames.
Then freezing another scene: Hermione was floating above her bed. Red light blazing around her.
She was being possesed. Pointing his wand at the fire again it forwarded to the scene at the end of the line.
He watched intently. She was talking to Peeves and the D.A.D.A professor came. Pointing his wand at the fire, the image zoomed. The professor's form was shimmering and flickering lightly. A faint red line was outlining his entire form.
The conversation was a blur. He watched as Hermione stumbled into the professor's office and was knocked out cold, then her form started to shimmer and fade from the scene but the images continued flickering showing a series of corridors and finally grinding into a halt outside a stone wall with a rather huge crack on it.
The door burst unceremoniusly open and Edward Hay found himself thrown back and pinned to the wall. wand lay forgotten on the desk.
"Where is she?" The pale haired young man strode into his office.
Laughing, he stuggled to gasp out. "Never going to find her."
Draco shaking with unsurpressed rage, let out a hiss of swear word and shouted, "Crucio!"
Hay screamed in intense agony as he writhed on the wall. Draco's eyes blazed in anger. He released his hold as the man's body dropped to the floor twitching. Draco's eyes now deathly blank as he continued kicking the professor in every soft spot.
"I'm--going--to--find--her--" as Daco said this he was repeatedly bashing the head on the floor. Blood spattered out of the mouth staining his shoes. Finally wraping his arm around the head, he twisted it quite easily, dropping the body on the floor he calmly strode out of the room.
Hinder, Farah
Holly, Jameth
Johnson, Miriam
Kelsey, Trisha
Dumbledore shook his head and separated the roll. Three blank spaces in one rooster. Another one was missing from a younger batch.
The old man sighed and rubbed his temples he had found it. But what good was it?
A blue mist enveloped her body, it was oddly warm. Hermione opened her eyes and found a voice whispering in her ear.
"I should have known, I'm so sorry." The voice was female. It was clearly the same one she heard in her nightmares.
"Are-are you Kristine?"
"Yes...I'm so sorry." The voice was cracking. Hermione laid back her head and let the tears fall down. The warm mist hugging her tight.
A/N: Nothing much just tying up some loose enmds but...Yay! I'll be able to finish it before school starts! whooopeeee!
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i've been getting fewer and fewer review... sigh...
replies: (compiled them...)
slyswn
Awwww. you stuck to me through thick and thin! i love you! Thank you thankyou!
Kylala-san
Helo! yup! you sure haven't reviewed for a while... i missed you terribly::mwah: haha! thanks for the compliments, "i'm lovin it!"
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WarriorByNight
Hihihihi! thanks! simple, but i felt that it really came from the heart! Wheee! thank you again!
MysticalSpirits
OMG! OMG! you got it! yep yep he's the ultimate "Bad guy" or "Bandido" as we call it here...the one who controls time is an entirely different person...
Kitty the high in adrenalin?
(ate half of the fox candy can today while doing some crossstich. very delish)
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