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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Barty
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
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6,754
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16
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Chapter 3
Barty Crouch Jr. was laughing. Not merely laughing, but howling in such a maniacal, unhinged manner that the woods went silent, every living thing within earshot afraid to breathe lest it bring his demented attention to it. Getting out had been easy; a couple of slit throats, a stolen wand, an Aveda Kedavra or two. Kid's stuff, really.
Getting into Hogwarts, that was going to be the difficult part.
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Hermione Granger wasn't a happy witch.
Ordinarily she could be considered quite agreeable and pleasant, but at the moment she was standing bareheaded in the snow, staring in frustration after the last of the carriages as they rolled out of sight over the first mountain pass on their trek back to Hogwarts.
She had missed the damn bus.
Cursing under her breath, she alternately chided herself for being tardy to the pickup point and muttered crude epithets at the general personage of Ron Weasley, the cause of her now stranded state. She was stuck, and it was snowing, and there was a very real threat of escaped convicts sneaking about since the upheaval at Azkaban. She had read about it every morning in The Daily Prophet...dark wizards and Deatheaters, madmen and crazed killers, all running loose. Dumbledore had decreed that this would be the final trip to Hogsmeade until the Aurors started being a little more successful at rounding up the worst of the bunch, and only upperclassmen were allowed to leave the castle under any circumstances.
She was going to be in so much trouble for not returning with the group.
"Damn you Ron Weasley," she fussed as she trudged along in the ankle-deep snow; Ron was sick with the flu and had missed the trip, but had requested she pick him up a packet of the new Flaming Droobles at Honeydukes. She had lost track of the time and forgotten about it until the chime began sounding for all students to make their way to the carriages for the return trip; once she had run to the sweet shop, purchased the candies, and raced back to the carriage stop, the last carriage had already pulled away and was gone.
And now she was stuck.
Her only option, she realized with mounting dread, was to climb the steep embankment up to the Shrieking Shack and follow the underground corridors back to the castle.
"Oh that won't be spooky at ALL," she muttered, glancing nervously toward the creepy old house off in the distance. It was already getting dark and the wind was howling through the twisted trees, making the shadows dance and writhe across the snow-covered ground. She shivered and pulled her coat collar further up around her neck.
Of course she knew the Shrieking Shack wasn't really haunted. Of course she knew the truth of the legend was simply Remus Lupin doing his monthly thing. Of course there was nothing to be afraid of.
Of course.
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Barty Crouch Jr. was laughing. Not merely laughing, but howling in such a maniacal, unhinged manner that the woods went silent, every living thing within earshot afraid to breathe lest it bring his demented attention to it. Getting out had been easy; a couple of slit throats, a stolen wand, an Aveda Kedavra or two. Kid's stuff, really.
Getting into Hogwarts, that was going to be the difficult part.
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Hermione Granger wasn't a happy witch.
Ordinarily she could be considered quite agreeable and pleasant, but at the moment she was standing bareheaded in the snow, staring in frustration after the last of the carriages as they rolled out of sight over the first mountain pass on their trek back to Hogwarts.
She had missed the damn bus.
Cursing under her breath, she alternately chided herself for being tardy to the pickup point and muttered crude epithets at the general personage of Ron Weasley, the cause of her now stranded state. She was stuck, and it was snowing, and there was a very real threat of escaped convicts sneaking about since the upheaval at Azkaban. She had read about it every morning in The Daily Prophet...dark wizards and Deatheaters, madmen and crazed killers, all running loose. Dumbledore had decreed that this would be the final trip to Hogsmeade until the Aurors started being a little more successful at rounding up the worst of the bunch, and only upperclassmen were allowed to leave the castle under any circumstances.
She was going to be in so much trouble for not returning with the group.
"Damn you Ron Weasley," she fussed as she trudged along in the ankle-deep snow; Ron was sick with the flu and had missed the trip, but had requested she pick him up a packet of the new Flaming Droobles at Honeydukes. She had lost track of the time and forgotten about it until the chime began sounding for all students to make their way to the carriages for the return trip; once she had run to the sweet shop, purchased the candies, and raced back to the carriage stop, the last carriage had already pulled away and was gone.
And now she was stuck.
Her only option, she realized with mounting dread, was to climb the steep embankment up to the Shrieking Shack and follow the underground corridors back to the castle.
"Oh that won't be spooky at ALL," she muttered, glancing nervously toward the creepy old house off in the distance. It was already getting dark and the wind was howling through the twisted trees, making the shadows dance and writhe across the snow-covered ground. She shivered and pulled her coat collar further up around her neck.
Of course she knew the Shrieking Shack wasn't really haunted. Of course she knew the truth of the legend was simply Remus Lupin doing his monthly thing. Of course there was nothing to be afraid of.
Of course.
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