Disclaimer: as in first chapter.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! DD, hurry up with chapter 4. Katie, you too!! You may be glad that we got you addicted now, but when you're on it ALL of the time, you'll want to kill us! I'm on chapter 9 peeps!! Arrggh!
Chapter 9 The Wake-Up Call.
The screaming had stopped. Silence returned, wrapping itself around her. She could move now, but she didn't want to. She wasn't moving, wasn't breathing…she wasn't living. She was existing.
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Malfoy didn't know why he was crying. He hadn't even liked her. She was a muggle, a mudblood for heaven sake! She was know-it-all-little-miss-perfect- Granger. And she was dead.
Dumbledore walked over to her and placed his wand on her forehead. He mumbled a few words and moved his wand down to her mouth.
"Proff. Snape, please give me a second opinion."
Snape did the same thing to her and looked up at Dumbledore.
"She's alive." He said simply.
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She felt warmth gathering around her. It started in her head and spread down through her body, sending sparks from her fingers. She heard voices…mumbling things that she couldn't understand. They began to annoy her, why wouldn't they go away?
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"The only thing we can do now is keep talking to her." Said Dumbledore to Malfoy and Proff. Snape.
"She's in a very cold and dark place, she won't be able to get out herself. Well, not without reason anyway."
Malfoy threw a puzzled look towards Dumbledore. "What do you mean?"
"What he means is," began Snape.
"That she's in 'The Dark Place.' (A/N Corny I know but I couldn't think of anything else to call it!!) She will be kept their until she wants to get out for one reason or another." Finished Dumbledore.
"Reason? What kind of reason?" asked a still clueless Malfoy.
"No one knows Mr. Malfoy. This curse has only been performed three times by Fr-" Dumbledore seemed to catch himself before he said anymore. "It has only been performed three times, each time, the person didn't have a good enough reason to want to and be able to get out. They stay there forever."
Malfoy was about to ask Dumbledore what name he was going to say when, seeming to sense what Malfoy was thinking, Snape suggested that he go tell Potter and Weasley.
"I think, considering the circumstances and past experience, it would be best if you go, Proff. Snape."
Snape simply nodded and left.
Ten minutes later, two extremely worried looking faces appeared in the doorway. They must have run all the way here to arrive so quickly, thought Malfoy absentmindedly. All of his attention was on Hermione. That was until he suddenly couldn't breath. Ron had his hands wrapped around Malfoys' neck and was proceeding to strangle the life out of him.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!" he screamed "I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU, YOU-" Ron could say no more because he was flying through the air. He landed on a seat a few feet away from Hermiones' bed.
"Mr. Weasley! I don't think this is he time or the place for any such actions.!"
Malfoy, who was gathering his breath, looked at Proff. Dumbledore. He had expected him to tell Weasley to get out, or to al least give him detention, but all he did was, literally, to 'kill' him somewhere else. He caught Dumbledores' eye, and what he saw there scared him. He saw intense dislike, not hate, but not being liked by the head teacher was not a good think. At all.
Snape chose that moment to walk in.
"I disarmed them of their wands Professor. Didn't want anything to happen.
Dumbledore stared at Snape for a moment.
"Thank you Professor, but in future, you will not disarm any of the students, that is unless they are in the act of breaking a rule."
Snape began to stutter something along the lines of 'but what if they attacked him? Blamed him?'
Harry walked over to Hermiones' bedside. He looked down at her. Hermione wasn't a small girl, she was quite tall for her age, but lying in the bed, pale, with her brown hair fanned out around the pillow, she looked just like a porcelain doll. Tiny and fragile. Harry loved Hermione. He didn't love her in the same way that Ron did, this was more of a best friend sisterly love. She was the person that everyone went to if they didn't understand their homework. She was Ron's chess partner and secret crush. She was Ginny's shoulder to cry on. She was his best friend.
Harry turned to Malfoy. Dumbledore, Ron and Snape had been in a discussion about whether or not Ron should get his wand back. Harry didn't know how, but Snape had found out about Ron's attack on Malfoy.
The air in the room became thicker, it was suddenly hard to breathe. The trio turned to Malfoy and Harry, sensing that something was going to happen. Harry had no intention of doing anything to Malfoy. Well, not yet anyway.
Malfoy stared at Harry.
Harry stared at Malfoy.
Harry broke the painful silence.
"If Hermione dies," he said half-whispering, "I'll kill you."
Draco was about to come up with a sarcastic comment when his eyes locked with Harry's'. The look in them scared him more than the look he used to get off his father when he had done something wrong. At that moment, Malfoy believed him.
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The warmth started to go away. It was getting colder. She could still hear noises, like voices. She wanted to hear what they were saying, but the more she strained, the further away they seemed to go. She finally gave up.
Why am I here. It's so cold. Why can't I get out. What's happened.
These questions rolled around her mind for a while. She couldn't answer them.
She let herself drift. She let herself go.
As she did this, the voices became clearer. What she heard scared her.
She's dead
The Dark Place
Stay there forever
I'm going to kill you
I disarmed them
If Hermione dies, I'll kill you
These voices came from all areas of the black silence that she was in. She was dying. She didn't want to die. Who was going to kill whom? Who tried to kill her?
The voices died down, but she could still hear them, they were still flying around inside of her head.
She's dead
I'm not! I'm alive!
The Dark Place.
It's so cold…so quiet.
Stay there forever
I want to get out!
I'm going to kill you
Kill who?!
I disarmed them.
Disarmed who? What's going on?
Stay there forever
I want to get out. Get me out.
If Hermione dies, I'll kill you.
I don't want to die. Help me!
Stay there forever
No!!
Stay there forever
Let me out!!
Stay there forever
LET ME OUT!!
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"LET ME OUT!!"
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Everyone turned to look at Hermione. She had been twisting and turning about for the past few minutes. Dumbledore has called for Madame Pompfy to find something to calm her down.
She was sitting bolt upright, staring at…nothing. Harry and Ron moved closer. Malfoy was already as close as he could get.
"Hermione…Hermione…are you ok?" asked a pale faced Ron.
She seemed to come out of her trance for a few moments. She looked at all of the faces gathered around her.
"Help me." She whispered, and fell back down onto the bed. She began to shudder, lightly at first, then harder and harder until the bed was shaking with her.
"Somebody do something!!" screamed Ron, tears flowing down his face freely.
"There is nothing we can do Mr. Weasley. We can only hope-" Dumbledore was cut off.
"Forcica expelorous fresin aris!!" a new voice boomed.
Malfoy turned to the doorway where the voice had come from. Miss Clarke was standing there with her wand out.
A gasp from Harry brought his attention back to Hermione. She was awake. She looked up at them with her chocolate brown eyes.
"I'm cold."
A/N soz about the weird ending. Gotta go…schools over!!!
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! DD, hurry up with chapter 4. Katie, you too!! You may be glad that we got you addicted now, but when you're on it ALL of the time, you'll want to kill us! I'm on chapter 9 peeps!! Arrggh!
Chapter 9 The Wake-Up Call.
The screaming had stopped. Silence returned, wrapping itself around her. She could move now, but she didn't want to. She wasn't moving, wasn't breathing…she wasn't living. She was existing.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Malfoy didn't know why he was crying. He hadn't even liked her. She was a muggle, a mudblood for heaven sake! She was know-it-all-little-miss-perfect- Granger. And she was dead.
Dumbledore walked over to her and placed his wand on her forehead. He mumbled a few words and moved his wand down to her mouth.
"Proff. Snape, please give me a second opinion."
Snape did the same thing to her and looked up at Dumbledore.
"She's alive." He said simply.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
She felt warmth gathering around her. It started in her head and spread down through her body, sending sparks from her fingers. She heard voices…mumbling things that she couldn't understand. They began to annoy her, why wouldn't they go away?
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"The only thing we can do now is keep talking to her." Said Dumbledore to Malfoy and Proff. Snape.
"She's in a very cold and dark place, she won't be able to get out herself. Well, not without reason anyway."
Malfoy threw a puzzled look towards Dumbledore. "What do you mean?"
"What he means is," began Snape.
"That she's in 'The Dark Place.' (A/N Corny I know but I couldn't think of anything else to call it!!) She will be kept their until she wants to get out for one reason or another." Finished Dumbledore.
"Reason? What kind of reason?" asked a still clueless Malfoy.
"No one knows Mr. Malfoy. This curse has only been performed three times by Fr-" Dumbledore seemed to catch himself before he said anymore. "It has only been performed three times, each time, the person didn't have a good enough reason to want to and be able to get out. They stay there forever."
Malfoy was about to ask Dumbledore what name he was going to say when, seeming to sense what Malfoy was thinking, Snape suggested that he go tell Potter and Weasley.
"I think, considering the circumstances and past experience, it would be best if you go, Proff. Snape."
Snape simply nodded and left.
Ten minutes later, two extremely worried looking faces appeared in the doorway. They must have run all the way here to arrive so quickly, thought Malfoy absentmindedly. All of his attention was on Hermione. That was until he suddenly couldn't breath. Ron had his hands wrapped around Malfoys' neck and was proceeding to strangle the life out of him.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!" he screamed "I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU, YOU-" Ron could say no more because he was flying through the air. He landed on a seat a few feet away from Hermiones' bed.
"Mr. Weasley! I don't think this is he time or the place for any such actions.!"
Malfoy, who was gathering his breath, looked at Proff. Dumbledore. He had expected him to tell Weasley to get out, or to al least give him detention, but all he did was, literally, to 'kill' him somewhere else. He caught Dumbledores' eye, and what he saw there scared him. He saw intense dislike, not hate, but not being liked by the head teacher was not a good think. At all.
Snape chose that moment to walk in.
"I disarmed them of their wands Professor. Didn't want anything to happen.
Dumbledore stared at Snape for a moment.
"Thank you Professor, but in future, you will not disarm any of the students, that is unless they are in the act of breaking a rule."
Snape began to stutter something along the lines of 'but what if they attacked him? Blamed him?'
Harry walked over to Hermiones' bedside. He looked down at her. Hermione wasn't a small girl, she was quite tall for her age, but lying in the bed, pale, with her brown hair fanned out around the pillow, she looked just like a porcelain doll. Tiny and fragile. Harry loved Hermione. He didn't love her in the same way that Ron did, this was more of a best friend sisterly love. She was the person that everyone went to if they didn't understand their homework. She was Ron's chess partner and secret crush. She was Ginny's shoulder to cry on. She was his best friend.
Harry turned to Malfoy. Dumbledore, Ron and Snape had been in a discussion about whether or not Ron should get his wand back. Harry didn't know how, but Snape had found out about Ron's attack on Malfoy.
The air in the room became thicker, it was suddenly hard to breathe. The trio turned to Malfoy and Harry, sensing that something was going to happen. Harry had no intention of doing anything to Malfoy. Well, not yet anyway.
Malfoy stared at Harry.
Harry stared at Malfoy.
Harry broke the painful silence.
"If Hermione dies," he said half-whispering, "I'll kill you."
Draco was about to come up with a sarcastic comment when his eyes locked with Harry's'. The look in them scared him more than the look he used to get off his father when he had done something wrong. At that moment, Malfoy believed him.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The warmth started to go away. It was getting colder. She could still hear noises, like voices. She wanted to hear what they were saying, but the more she strained, the further away they seemed to go. She finally gave up.
Why am I here. It's so cold. Why can't I get out. What's happened.
These questions rolled around her mind for a while. She couldn't answer them.
She let herself drift. She let herself go.
As she did this, the voices became clearer. What she heard scared her.
She's dead
The Dark Place
Stay there forever
I'm going to kill you
I disarmed them
If Hermione dies, I'll kill you
These voices came from all areas of the black silence that she was in. She was dying. She didn't want to die. Who was going to kill whom? Who tried to kill her?
The voices died down, but she could still hear them, they were still flying around inside of her head.
She's dead
I'm not! I'm alive!
The Dark Place.
It's so cold…so quiet.
Stay there forever
I want to get out!
I'm going to kill you
Kill who?!
I disarmed them.
Disarmed who? What's going on?
Stay there forever
I want to get out. Get me out.
If Hermione dies, I'll kill you.
I don't want to die. Help me!
Stay there forever
No!!
Stay there forever
Let me out!!
Stay there forever
LET ME OUT!!
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"LET ME OUT!!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Everyone turned to look at Hermione. She had been twisting and turning about for the past few minutes. Dumbledore has called for Madame Pompfy to find something to calm her down.
She was sitting bolt upright, staring at…nothing. Harry and Ron moved closer. Malfoy was already as close as he could get.
"Hermione…Hermione…are you ok?" asked a pale faced Ron.
She seemed to come out of her trance for a few moments. She looked at all of the faces gathered around her.
"Help me." She whispered, and fell back down onto the bed. She began to shudder, lightly at first, then harder and harder until the bed was shaking with her.
"Somebody do something!!" screamed Ron, tears flowing down his face freely.
"There is nothing we can do Mr. Weasley. We can only hope-" Dumbledore was cut off.
"Forcica expelorous fresin aris!!" a new voice boomed.
Malfoy turned to the doorway where the voice had come from. Miss Clarke was standing there with her wand out.
A gasp from Harry brought his attention back to Hermione. She was awake. She looked up at them with her chocolate brown eyes.
"I'm cold."
A/N soz about the weird ending. Gotta go…schools over!!!