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Chapter 8

"So we've got to wait. We wait until Mal-Faker comes back." Draco said glumly.
"No. Come on Malfoy! Every magical element has an equal reactive force somewhere. We just have to look for it…wherever it is. Once we find it all we have to do is reverse its effects and make the room normal again then get out!" Hermione's brain was buzzing with energy and hope.
"Whatever then. By the way WHERE THE HELL IS IT!?" Draco was going redder by the second. Hermione ignored his outburst and continued to place her hands in front of the walls, trying to sense some kind of magical pulsing. She went through the walls twice before moving on to do the sofa.
"there's nothing… How can this be? There must always be a pulse in every circumstance! Whether it was brought physically into the room or just activated…"Hermione's worried eyes scanned the room once more and eventually stopped to rest, staring straight at Malfoy.

"What? Looking at me isn't gonna do anything. Mudbloods these days Humph!"
" Malfoy… why are you glowing?" Hermione's timid voice echoed off the close walls.
"What!" Snapped Draco as he looked at his arms. Which were in fact glowing an eerie yellow, " OH. I'm the force. Great. Now what?"
"When you entered this room it automatically sensed you so that's why it started to squish us…Malfoy I want you to unsquish us!"
"YOU MAD BRA?!" Malfoy was stunned.
"Use your mind, imagine the walls disappearing or something" Hermione used her calmest and soothing voice.
"You're bonkers," Draco muttered as he closed his eyes. Thankfully it somehow worked and the walls started to melt away into the ground.

They stepped over the last little remaining 'wall'. It was hardly 10 centimetres tall.
"Let's get out of here." Malfoy ushered Hermione into the corner of another room. It was a nice room with seaside themed décor.
"OK. We go forward in time? Right?" Malfoy asked.
"Yeah only question is: How many turns will it take?"
"Try 19"
"I'll do 17."
"20"
"15"
"14"
"Fine. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16" Hermione started turning.

"Oh God…" They said in simultaneously as they appeared in front of a cottage. There were vines covering the walls and little daffodils lined the garden edges. The door was the most interesting features because in big block letters it was labelled: "Home of D. L. Malfoy and H. J. Granger-Malfoy"

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