Chapter 10: OMGS
It was 11:00 at night.
Not a sound was made, for everyone was sound asleep. You would hear the occasional pitter patter of the rain hitting the windows, or the quite 'ribbit' made by an escaped frog.(No doubt Nevile's)
But tonight was very different.
A mysterious person was walking down the corridors. Obviously, out of bed at a very late hour, and would get in deep trouble, if only that mysterious person was...
...a teacher.
That's right. Professor Quirrell was waltzing down the corridors like he owned the place. He quickened his pace and found himself at the door of the Griffindor dormitories. Unfortunately, the fat lady was sound asleep, just like everyone else in the castle. Professor Quirrell scowled and flicked the fat lady on the nose.
"Aaaa!" the fat lady woke with a start." How rude"
"Shhh, be quiet. Ummm," Professor Quirrell took out a crumpled piece of paper." Aa, Pig Snout."
The fat lady looked disappointed, but let him in anyway. Professor Quirrell silently made his way up to the boys dormitories and stood in front of the door. He took a deep breath, and pulled two handkerchiefs out of his pockets, and a bottle marked, 'chloroform'.
"A very primitive way of doing this, but it will have to do." Professor Quirrell slowly pushed the door open. There was a quiet creaking noise, but no one woke. So far, so good.
Professor Quirrell silently walked over to one bed, while slowing pouring chloroform onto one of the hankies. He was at the side of the bed, looking at who was sleeping in it.
Professor Quirrell's plan was working perfectly.
Jason was sleeping in the bed.
Quirrell took the hankie and stepped closer to the bed. Big mistake. The floor board made a loud CREEEK!
"Mmm, Marcus is that you? I had the coolest dream. I was fighting zombies and-" Jason rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Oh, hey Professor Quirrell! What are you mmmgh mble" Jason's eyes closed and fell back into the bed. But this woke Marcus as well.
"Jason is that you?" but Quirrell was there in a flash and soon Marcus was in a deeper sleep then before.
Quirrell grabbed both boys by the ankles. He thanked his lucky stars that Jason and Marcus weighed almost nothing.
When the boys woke up they were somewhere they've never been before. And trust me, they've been almost everywhere in the school.
"Where do you think we are?" asked Jason.
"Ummm," Marcus looked around him. There was no doors, except the one they entered through. They looked down the corridor and it seemed to go on forever. There were cobwebs all over the place. "I have honestly no frickin' idea."
Then Quirrell walked up to them. He had a very tern look on his face.
"UP." he grunted.
"You could try to be a little bit polite." said Jason.
"UP PLEASE." grunted Quirrell, this time, a bit louder.
"Fine, fine."
They walked for what seemed for hours. The silence burned Jason's ears, for he was not used to it. Even in school, his chair squeaked and annoyed the other kids. The tension was too much. A sweat drop rolled down the side of his face. He broke.
"BOOM!" Yelled Jason at the top of his lungs.
"Quirrell and Marcus whipped their heads around and stared at Jason.
"Boop e bee doop a shlup iggiy doop!"
"Quirrell got one of those 'WTF?!' looks on his face, but soon ignored jason and his act of randomness. Marcus however, asked a question.
"What are we doing?" asked Marcus.
"You are being my hostages, and more importantly QUIET." Quirrell emphasized the word quiet.
"Why are we your hostages?" asked Jason.
"Because I need your help."
"With what?"
"You ask too many questions."
"I've noticed you've haven't stuttered in a while."
"I've, um... been taking speech classes."
"But you always stutter in class. It's actually kind of annoying."
"Look, do you want me to send you back to your dormitory?"
"Yes, we'd like that very much."
Quirrell did a face palm. This was getting very annoying. He made the mistake of walking with his head down. He didn't see the door right in front of him.
BANG!
Quirrell grabbed his head and swore,"Slipin' ripin' dang fang rotten zarg barg a ding dong!" Well, it's not really a swear, but Jason and Marcus wrote it down in their book marked 'swear words'.
Quirrell rubbed his head, but quickly moved on to business.
"Alohomora." Quirrell pointed his wand at the lock and preformed the spell.
"Cool, what's that spell?" asked Jason and Marcus.
"That is a spell to open doors. Now, stop asking stupid questions and go through the door" he said.
Jason and Marcus walked into the door thinking nothing dangerous inside and Quirrell was just being paranoid.
Boy, were they wrong.
Jason and Marcus looked forward and saw three, angry, dog heads staring right at them.
"STUPIFY!" yelled Jason and Marcus. Their stupify beam-things that shot out of their wands intersected and knocked out the three-headed dog.
Quirrell walked into the room. "Well, lets do we we're supposed to" said Quirrell and he waved his wand and a harp popped up. It started playing. The three headed dog started to snore. The wind blew back their hair and his breath smelled like rotten eggs and bad fish.
"P.U."
"Stop complaining and help me move his paw."
They moved the paw and uncovered a trap door. Jason put his hand out towards the handle, but Quirrell knocked it away.
"I have no idea what's beyond this door, so be carful." warned Quirrell.
Now Jason was hesitant to open the door. Why had he warned them to be carful? He never did say why he needed them. never the less, Jason reluctantly opened the door. It was pitch black.
"You go first." said Jason.
"No, you go first." said Marcus
Quirrell gave them a shove towards the door,"I think you both should go first."
"Really? Because me and Marcus think this whole thing is bull-," Jason stopped suddenly when they saw the three headed dog move. "Outta my way! I get to go first!"
"No way, me!" Yelled Marcus.
At this point, Quirrell pushed them both in. then he got in and closed the trap door behind him.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
They all landed on a soft pile of green vines. They sat in silence for a while, then Quirrell spoke.
"Well, better get a move on."
"No, no. You go on ahead, I'll stay here. It's kinda comfy." said Jason with his feet crossed and hands folded on his chest.
"Well, You're coming with me if I have to drag you behind me," Quirrell tried to stand up, but once he got even an inch off the ground, a green vine whipped out and grabbed him by the waste, and pulled him back down." What the hell? What in the name of devil is this stuff?"
Marcus, who was siting on a brick sticking out from the wall, took out his wand," ahem, lumos."
A strong beam of light came out of the tip of his wand. Immediately, the vines let go of Jason and Quirrell and shriveled back into the bigger plant.
"Well, that was extremely weird." said Marcus as he put out his light.
As soon as Marcus turned out the light, the plant creeped back bound them around their ankles, legs, hands and arms. But before it could do that, Jason and marcus pointed their wands and screamed STUPIFY!
The plant didn't touch them after that.
After they found a hole that they climbed through, they found a door and Jason and marcus thought they were home free.
Boy, were they wrong. Again.
Now they were in a room with a hundred- no, a million keys. But they weren't still, they were...flying.
"No way."
Marcus ran over to the old door on the other side of the room.
Marcus pulled at the handle."No good."
Quirrell spotted a broom in the middle of the room."I think I know what we have to do."
"No you don't," Jason whipped his wand out."Accio door key!"
A singe key with a broken wing zipped to his hand.
"Bingo."
As they were walking towards the door, they heard voices coming from the other room.
"Come on, get the key in the door!"
"Got it! Get in!"
The key flew out of his hand to join the other keys. They closed the door just in time.
"Shhh. I want to hear what they say." whispered Jason.
Jason and Marcus listened intently to the voices on the other side of the door. "It's too easy."
"Come on, Harry. If Snape can do it, you can. You're the youngest seeker in a century!"
"He, he. Suckers."Jason flipped his wand and slipped it back into his pocket.
They got through the next set of doors and found themselves in a pitch-black room. They walked forwards and some lights flickered on. They found themselves standing on a giant chess board.
"Alright, chess!" Jason and Marcus high-fived each other.
"Ummm, this is wizard chess." said Quirrell.
"So? How much different can it be? Just hop on a little horsey there and we'll do the rest."
Jason and Marcus moved to the empty spaces and the game started. The white pieces moved first, and it moved the queen side pawn.
"Oh man, how stupid can it get?" said Marcus.
The boys performed the one-move-checkmate and the were home free.
The got over to the door and pushed it open.
"RRRRROOOOOAAAAARRRRR"
Jason and Marcus slapped the door shut.
"What the fuc-"
"That was a troll, and a pretty big one at that."
"Well, we know what to do with threats, right Jason?" asked Marcus.
"Yep. On three. One, tow, THREE!
Jason an Marcus pushed the door open.
"STUPIFY!" Jason and marcus aimed their hits at the same place on the troll's head. Not only did they knock the troll out, they made it's head bleed. A nasty stench filled the room.
"Blech."
In the next room, the found a table with strangely shaped bottles on it. Suddenly, a black fire appeared in front of the door ahead and a purple fire appeared in front of the door that they just came through.
"What the hell is this?" Marcus picked up a piece of paper. He read it loud.
"Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind. Blah, blah, blah, one lets you go forwards, one lets you go back. Blah,blah, blah. Two are wine, blah, three are poison, more blah. Ah, here we go! Clues!" Marcus read the clues out loud. "Poisons are on the left sides of wines, blah, blah, blah, different potions are on either end, blah, blah, don't drink those if you want to go forward, all potions different sizes, a blah blah blah, the big one and small one aren't poison, blah, second from left and right are the same but look different, blah, blah, blah."
"How the hell are we-" started Quirrell but got cut off by Jason and Marcus.
"We drink that one, you drink this one." Jason and Marcus said at the same time "Assuming you want to go forward."
Quirrell looked at the bottle. "Are you sure that this isn't wine or poison?"
"I'm pretty sure that poisoning and setting fire to a teacher would get us expelled. And that's the last thing we want."
"Okay." Quirrell took a sip and walked through the fire and into the other door.
"We'd better get back." Jason checked his watch "It's almost 3:00 in the morning." Jason and Marcus each took a sip of the other kind of potion and walked through the fire and into the pervious room and heard the door open. They dived behind a pillar and watched Harry, Ron and Hermione walk in.
"Lets see how they do with the chess game."
Almost an hour pasted until the game came close to ending.
"He only way they can win is to sacrifice Ron." Jason said. Just then, the horse that Ron was on, blew up. Harry and Hermione rushed over to him and then went to the door to the room with the bottles. Jason and Marcus rushed over to Ron who was now unconscious.
"They may never make it out of that room." said Jason. "We need to take Ron to Mrs. Pomfrey." Jason and Marcus made it out of the chain of rooms and made it to the hospital wing. All they needed now was a excuse.
"Uh, he fell down the stairs from the second story." Obviously that was enough for Mrs. Pomfrey.
"Lets go get some sleep."