A/N: Hello again! I actually waited a whole week before updating! I've had a bit of writer's block and I'm kind of stuck on Chapter 8 at the moment. After I've uploaded this, I'll have another go!
Another short-ish chapter, but the next 2 Chapters are longer.
Enjoy!
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Chapter 5
Ron, meanwhile, was hurrying through a deserted corridor at Hogwarts, only half concentrating on where he was going, as he was trying to read from his Potions book at the same time.
Inevitably, he stumbled and hit his head on the wall.
"Oh no!" he cried, as his books cascaded from his arms, sending loose papers scattering across the floor.
As he crouched down to salvage his belongings, Ron froze. He could hear something; something unlike anything he'd ever heard before.
It was a girl's voice and yet it sounded so beautiful and sad, it made the hairs on the back of Ron's neck stand on end.
She sounded slightly muffled as if she was behind a thick wall or window.
Ron cast his eye desperately up and down the corridor, searching for the source of the voice.
It seemed to be coming from below…
He glanced right and noticed that the steps to the dungeons were closer than he'd thought.
Abandoning his possessions in his haste, he bounded down the steps towards the eerie, dank dungeons.
The voice seemed to get stronger with every step he took. He quickened his pace until eventually he saw her;
Above Professor Snape's office, was a tiny window he had never thought to notice before now, and sat inside was the most beautiful girl Ron had ever seen.
She had long, wavy, auburn hair and was singing with that beautiful voice, whilst conjuring tiny yellow canaries from the end of her wand.
Ron couldn't take his eyes off her.
Eventually, she seemed to notice his presence and stopped singing. She smiled at him and he gazed back in wonder. Who was she? But, then, with no apparent warning, she glanced behind her and shot out of view.
Ron blinked in confusion; where had she gone?
He waited for a few more minutes before sadly retreating back up the stairs to find his books still strewn across the floor.
But there was something else odd too. A witch was wandering; drunkenly it seemed, up and down the corridor, her tatty robes trailing along the ground, and her face obscured by an ancient looking hat.
Ron bit his lip nervously and thought to himself. He was suddenly struck by a crazy idea that this woman knew who the beautiful girl was.
He cleared his throat and approached her.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Could you tell me who that girl is? The one that was singing a minute ago?"
The witch looked up at him, and what could be seen of her face grinned at him, displaying a set of dirty, broken teeth.
"That's Hermione!" she whispered, her pungent breath making Ron recoil a little.
"Professor Snape keeps her safe, he does. So, don't you go interfering, or you'll be sure to regret it!"
But before Ron could enquire further, Filch had come ambling round the corner with Mrs Norris at his heels.
"Trespasser!" he spat, his jowls aquiver. "I've told you before! It's a mystery how you manage to get in this castle! Now, shoo!"
Ron opened his mouth to protest, but before a word had escaped his lips, Filch had ushered the crazy witch out of sight.