Post by Harry Potter on Jul 8, 2004 15:10:10 GMT
Harry watched as the door closed behind Ginny. He was the only one left in the room. Looking out the window, it was pitch black. No sign on anyone. A look of Inpatients fulled him as he paced the room. He was alone and the people that were ruining the school were comming for him. He wasnt going to give up so early in the fight. With a rush of a few steps Harry went to the door. He grabbed his invisabilty cloak and put it on. Holding out his wand he opened up the door.
Stepping out into the hallway. Lots of noise roared from the first floor. Looking over the banaster he made out a few dark characters and many red lights. Harry was seven floors up, so he couldnt be specific and indeffinate with what he was seeing. Harry was alone, and didnt want to put anyone in danger, but he had to tell his friends where he was. Running down the middle hallway, Harry stood outside the door. Knowing that all of his friends were protecting that one door, he wouldnt dare to open it. "Its Me Harry," He said as he started to make it short. "Im going down to the Fifth floor! Extra class things!" Harry couldnt go into depth about what he was doing. Time was running out. holding his invisibility cloak over him he darted back down the hallway and down the stairs.
Running down the stairs he lost his footing and slipped. Falling down 7stepps on his back. "ooooww!" he said as he pulled himself up. Reaching the banaster he looked over. A few floors down, he saw people in dark cloaks running up the stairs. Qucikly turning his head to the floor he was on it was he Fifth Floor.
Pushing off the Banaster he darted into the corridors. Going down the right hallway to the very end, Where there was a trap door. Opening it up, he left it open. He didnt go in it though. Running up the hallway a bit, he found a his desired door. Running inside he pointed his wand at the door, "Colloportus!" he said as the door made a suction sound. "Lumos!" he said as his wand lit and Harry ran to the back of the room. This room is an old classroom with things from everyclass gone wrong. Harry found cracked caldrons in the corner from Potions class. With a flick of his wand he made a trap. When the door opens from the outside, the caldrons throw them self at the person or whomever is ont he ouside.
Seeing a closet in the back he opened it. Many potions were stashed away. Reading them hurridly he found one marked, The Draught of Living Death. Harry picked it up and ran to the caldrons. Pours a good amount in each he started to wonder why it was in this room. Through out the years Harry did notice the new things in this room became the next spell they did in Potions. So it must just be fermenting. Harry still under is cloak stood in the middle of the room, waiting for the door to open. Waiting to see who exactly was after him.
Stepping out into the hallway. Lots of noise roared from the first floor. Looking over the banaster he made out a few dark characters and many red lights. Harry was seven floors up, so he couldnt be specific and indeffinate with what he was seeing. Harry was alone, and didnt want to put anyone in danger, but he had to tell his friends where he was. Running down the middle hallway, Harry stood outside the door. Knowing that all of his friends were protecting that one door, he wouldnt dare to open it. "Its Me Harry," He said as he started to make it short. "Im going down to the Fifth floor! Extra class things!" Harry couldnt go into depth about what he was doing. Time was running out. holding his invisibility cloak over him he darted back down the hallway and down the stairs.
Running down the stairs he lost his footing and slipped. Falling down 7stepps on his back. "ooooww!" he said as he pulled himself up. Reaching the banaster he looked over. A few floors down, he saw people in dark cloaks running up the stairs. Qucikly turning his head to the floor he was on it was he Fifth Floor.
Pushing off the Banaster he darted into the corridors. Going down the right hallway to the very end, Where there was a trap door. Opening it up, he left it open. He didnt go in it though. Running up the hallway a bit, he found a his desired door. Running inside he pointed his wand at the door, "Colloportus!" he said as the door made a suction sound. "Lumos!" he said as his wand lit and Harry ran to the back of the room. This room is an old classroom with things from everyclass gone wrong. Harry found cracked caldrons in the corner from Potions class. With a flick of his wand he made a trap. When the door opens from the outside, the caldrons throw them self at the person or whomever is ont he ouside.
Seeing a closet in the back he opened it. Many potions were stashed away. Reading them hurridly he found one marked, The Draught of Living Death. Harry picked it up and ran to the caldrons. Pours a good amount in each he started to wonder why it was in this room. Through out the years Harry did notice the new things in this room became the next spell they did in Potions. So it must just be fermenting. Harry still under is cloak stood in the middle of the room, waiting for the door to open. Waiting to see who exactly was after him.