Truth or Dare
CHAPTER 3 yeah
Disclaimer: I don't own them, not a single one, but I can DREAM!
A/N: I was going to kill someone off but I couldn't do it u just couldn't (besides, this thing is only k+… I THINK IM GONNA CHANGE IT BACK TO T BECAUSE IT WILL GET WORSE)! N E ways no one is killed because I couldn't handle it and rbg would kill me HOPE YOU LIKE IT (by the way the title comes into play at this part of the story!
SORRY ABOUT ALL OF THE DELAYS BUT ONE LAST THING I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE FOR: THE LAY OUT OF CHAPTER TWO I COULDNT GET IT TO SHOW ON MY ACCOUNT SO E-MAILED IT TO MY FRIEND BUT IT GOT MESSED UP AND INSTEAD OF FIXING IT SHE POSTED IT ANY WAYS…
SO with out boring you with my pathetic excuses anymore here is chapter three!
Suddenly Hermione woke up with a start and began to vomit. A rare thing for Hermione seeing as she never had time to vomit. She quickly regained her composure and started to look around for clues as to what had happened. All she could remember was that awful banging that had occurred when she was in the compartment with Fred and George. She smelled smoke behind her and immediately turned around to see the Hogwarts Express ablaze! Hermione started to scream and was suddenly pulled behind a tree nearby.
"'Mione, what do we do?" whispered a scared voice that Hermione recognized as none other than Ginny Weasley. Hermione pulled Ginny into a tight hug and they both burst into tears.
Hermione didn't know why she was crying except for the fact that Ginny looked so distraught and the train was on fire and for once in her life she felt like she didn't know what to do. When they finally pulled away after what seemed like hours, Hermione's role as head girl started to kick in.
"Ginny were there any others with you? Do you know how many survivors there are?"
"I don't know Hermione I don't even know how I got out of the train all I remember was hearing a crash and then Harry, Ron, and me were jolted to the floor and then it went black and I ended up here."
"Are Harry and Ron here with you?" Asked Hermione, starting to panic again.
"Yes there here but only a few got out and none of us remembers how!"
"I need a list of people who are here, or a number, and are there any teachers?"
"Oh Hermione I dont know all of that stuff I just know that Harry and Ron woke up, and carried me here because the crash broke my leg. Dont worry though, McGonagall patched me up!" That was when Hermione noticed that Ginny had a bandage around her leg and a crutch under her arm. "Dont worry about it though," Ginny waved it off as though nothing was wrong, Ginny always had been braver than Hermione when dealing with pain. She guessed that that's what happens when you grow up with 6 older brothers one of which dealt with curses, another with dragons, another with the ministry (not that we care about). "I know is that me, Harry,
Ron, Fred, George, McGonagall, Lee, Dean, Seamus, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, Pansy, Luna, Cho, Roger, Cedric, Justin, and others I dont know got off. There should be thousands dead but we couldn't find any bodies and we think that they got transported somewhere just like we did!"
"God I can't believe it! Does nobody remember what happened?"
"Nope, not one of us."
"Well, take me to the others and well see what we can do. Oh, Ginny did anyone get
hurt?" Hermione started to sweat when Ginny didn't answer her immediately.
"Well Hermione you see, it's just that we were all healed when we got here even if we thought we were going to die. Like Seamus was at the front of the train in the very first compartment. He says all of a sudden the front started to close in on him and just when it was about to hit him he went black and then found himself here even when he should be DEAD!" Ginny started to sob again and Hermione pulled her close, her maternal instincts kicking in. "Will you take me to the others, Gin?" Ginny nodded and let out a meek smile but allowed herself to lead Hermione to a small grove surrounded by trees. The sight that she saw before her almost made her burst into tears of joy. All of the houses even Slytherins were helping to start fires, build shelters, and even help the younger ones to bed before they collapsed from exhaustion and fright.
Correction, thought Hermione. There sat Malfoy off in a corner doing absolutely nothing.