A Sinister Message

 

Rating: PG
Genre: Mystery/ suspense
Setting: Hogwarts/Hogsmeade
Main Characters: Harry, Hermione, Ron.

Note from the Authoress: This is my first ever fic! For the purposes of it Sirius is alive again! Sorry the chapters are so short, I originally wrote it for a website.

 

Part 7

Disturbed about the realisation that Hermione was not the Hermione they knew, Harry and Ron had their doubts about going back outside.

"What happened to her?"

"I don't know, but whatever it is must have happened at the meeting place, when she ran back."

"You think maybe we should check it out? That’s definitely not our Hermione. Her eyes look really hard, and the way she acted..."

"I know. But how are we gonna get back to the meeting place without her seeing us? I'm not to sure I trust this impostor."

They glanced out of the window again. The fake Hermione seemed to have gotten bored with waiting and was now walking slowly towards the post office, in a sinister way, which reminded Harry of the mass murderers in some of the films his cousin Dudley enjoyed watching. He backed away from the window, afraid.

"I don't know, but we better figure out quickly. She's coming this way and she doesn't look to friendly!"

Ron glanced fearfully at Harry. 

"We'll have to make a run for it! When she comes in. We can run and shut the door on her. We can hopefully lose her!" Harry nodded. They stood to the side of the door, waiting for the fake Hermione to enter. The door knob turned fractionally, and the door was pushed slowly  open. Hermione stood, highlighted in the doorway. Her eyes seemed to be glowing red. Harry and Ron made a run for it. Harry pushed Hermione to the side, slamming the door behind him. Ron quickly cast the door locking spell. They both ran, hoping to be out of sight before the fake Hermione got the door open. Determined that the fake Hermione wouldn't follow them, they turned into the back alleys. They dodged down countless alleys trying to get anyone following them lost. Eventually they ran back onto the main street. They paused for a moment and glanced back at the post office. Its door had been blown off its hinges, a small crowd was gathering around it. There was no sign of the fake. They glanced at each other, before Harry nodded. They were out of breath, but they were worried about Hermione. They had to find out what had happened. They had to return to the meeting place.

They ran up the slope, back to the rock. Harry looked around. Nothing had changed. The writing was on the rock again. Harry felt sick.

"You don't think whoever's writing the words captured Hermione or something do you?" Ron asked. Harry didn't reply. He felt sure that Hermione's transformation was due to whoever had been leaving the messages. He just didn't know what exactly they had done. He had his back to the path back to Hogsmeade. Suddenly, a deep, hoarse voice hissed behind him.

Watch your back Potter. I'm here.

 

END OF PART 7