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A/N Sorry this one is going to be short. Thanks for all the reviews I have gotten so far, it really helps a lot, so keep reading.

Chapter Seven: RIDIKKULUS

"INCORRECT" the words echoed around the hall menacingly, "YOU MAY NOT PROCEED TO THE NEXT GATE CHOOOSE A DIFFERENT MORE DANGEROUS

PATH!"

The three exchanged looks as the lights grew dark they were forced to cast Lumos again and the dog turned back into the statue the rumbling of its howl slowly dieing away.

"Well," Ron said with a nervous grin, "that was unexpected," he chuckled lightly, "right," the glares of his companions silenced him.

"Now whata we do?" Harry snapped annoyed yet again.

"Choose another path…I think," Hermione said, "The Snake or the cat thing,"

The trio hesitated, "well…." Ron said lifting his wand and walking forward, "The Snake Path has a fork in the road, The Cat Path just goes straight, and should we take that?"

"But, remember," Hermione interrupted, "this is Gryfindor it is confusion remember? It could only be straight and then get real confusing; I think we should go down the Snake Path,"

"I agree with 'Mione, Ron?"

"Whatever," Harry almost laughed at his innocence.

"Let's go," Harry led the way wand high in the air glowing with Lumos Maxima.

They marched down the path with a sheer determination Ron updating them every half an hour with the time.

"2 hours left," Ron said as they reached the fork in the road.

Shining the light down each path they found one stopped dead. No more turns on the right so they turned to the left and began marching again.

This path went straight for another half an hours, "1 and a half hours left,"

A soft rumbling interrupted their movement and then steadily and steadily it grew until the sound was so tremendous they were forced to drop there wands and clamp there hands over there ears and then it stopped.

….….…….….

Thump….thump, thump………….thump…..thump, thump….

Is sounded like a base drum's gentle rumble. Harry slowly bent down to retrieve there wands and then they lit them again and froze. Just inches away from their feet there was a cliff and slowly it was eating away….very, very, slowly but fast enough to make them step back in inch every few minutes. Hermione bravely extended her upper body and arm and shone the light. The other ledge they could still see across the way. It was about 7 feet.

"It's too far to jump," Hermione said, "but maybe…."

"What?" Ron asked looked confused then taking another step back as the ledge dropped away again with a large thump. This explained the noise earlier.

"We could build a light bridge and walk across on that, it's a complicated spell but I think we could handle it, advance six year charm."

"How does it work?"

"Well, all three of us would have to cast and it may take a lot of concentration. It will build a solid bridge out of light across the way of we direct it there. The incantation is Litarium."

"On the count of three then?" Ron asked wound out and ready, "but wait, won't it go dark because we have to stop Lumos?"

"Yes, but I think we could handle it, on the count of three, one…two….three…."

"LITARIUM!" the light sputter but was soon replaced by a newer, more brilliant red light. Slowly it extended across the way and it grew thicker and then stopped and in a blink of and went out.

"DAMN!" Harry cursed loudly, "again…one….two….three,"

"LITARIUM!" Again the red light slithered out of there wands and again it extended and thickened and then, went out, Harry was red in the face and getting more frustrated by the minute.

"WHAT THE HELL, again, one…two…three,"

"LITARIUM," the third time did the trick. The bridge was wide enough for the three of them to walk in a single file line, "don't loose concentration and whatever you do don't look down or we will loose the bridge," Hermione warned as the three tentively walked out along the bridge, unsure still about its steadiness..

Making sure they stayed concentrated on the spell at the same time watching there steps they carefully inched there way across the light bridge...and made it.

"Who else never wants to do that again?" Ron joked lightly. Many times they had to extend the bridge an inch or so when it broke away more.

Hermione and Harry didn't answer, to set on their destination, "oooooo…kay, 1 hour," Ron said realizing they were not in the mood to talk.

Relighting all of their wands they continued to walk forward, huddling close together, and eyes searching around every corner and in every shadow for something that might be lurking there.

"30 minutes," Ron said, they were still walking in a straight line. No curves, no twists...thump….thump….thump…..thump.

"Oiy, not again," Ron said, but this thumping was much more steady and calm, almost like a heart beat, "I don't like the sound of that,"

Lights blared and torches lit, they were standing in the narrow passage still, but ahead of them was a door, it looked much like the door from the beginning, except much newer as if it wasn't used much.

"It's the end!" Harry exclaimed, "We made it finally," rushing forward without another thought, pocketing his wand on the way, he flung the door open only to be met by something much worse… a dementor.

Chills ran up and down their spines, "EXPECTO PRATUNUM!" Harry bellowed without a thought. The stag raced forward causing the Dementor to stumble back and to Harry's much discomfort the display reminded him an awful lot of the Triwizard Tournament, "RIDIKKULUS!"

The Dementor disappeared and Ron stepped forward as a spider appeared, "RIDIKKULUS!" and then it was gone just like that and the door slammed shut.

"Well," Hermione said with a raised eyebrow, "that was interesting."

End Chapter Seven

Not really sure if I spell Ridikkulus right I am sorry I am wrong, but I went on a whim. Again I am really sorry for the shortness, I am having a major writers block so any ideas would be appreciated, I have an idea of where this is going, but I am not quite sure oh and the riddle last time…

Along the treacherous road alone

It follows behind

Its presence unknown

Unseen to the eye

But known to the mind

It is always waiting for the right time

Lurking silently

As it always does

Unseen and unheard

It will never be called

I had many good guesses and some would have fit, but the answer was Misfortune, it was a weird thing I wrote in fifth grade so don't kill me if to you it doesn't fit, but anyway, please review if you have any ideas for this story I would appreciate it.

Tata.