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“What if he-” Hermione said, looking over her shoulder as me and Harry pulled her to the door.
“They’ll be alright,” I said softly, trying to convince myself more than her. I looked back at Leo, who’s eyes had shut. I wanted to see his dark blue eyes with an encouraging glint in them before I went and…God. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing!
We walked down a cold, damp hall. I was holding Harry’s hand tightly, scared. My hurt wrist was throbbing with pain. Hermione was gripping my shoulder tightly. Harry was leading us, I was surprised at how much he’d changed in a year. He wasn’t scared anymore. Well, his hand was shaking in mine, but he’d had the guts to try and stop Snape in the first place. We stopped at a heavy looking door at the end of the hall.
“All right?” he asked us, looking back. I nodded, and he pushed the door open. I dropped Harry’s hand, and pulled my sweater up to cover my nose. Harry made a small, discusted noise, and Hermione gagged. My eyes where watering as I saw a troll, bigger than the one that almost killed me and Hermione. It was passed cold, with a bloody lump on it’s head.
“I’m glad we didn’t have to fight that one.” He carefully stepped over the arm, and held his hand out to help me and Hermione. I felt a slight pang in my heart.
“Is it dead?” I asked quietly.
“Phee, I know you like creatures, but now isn’t the time! We’ll tell McGonagall about it, ‘kay?” he offered, gagging again and pushed the doors open. I took a step forward, and jumped as a purple, enchanted fire sprang up over the door we just came through. At the same time, black ones sprang up at the door on the other side of the room.
A small, rectangle table was in the center of the room. Seven bottles, all different shapes.
“Snape’s.” Harry groaned. “What do we have to do?”
“Look!” Hermione said, taking a small roll of paper on the table. She read it out loud.
“Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, which ever you would find,
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting bidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.” She read, and to my surprise, smiled widely.
“Oh it’s brilliant!” she said, looking at the bottles. I looked at Harry with a ‘Is she mad?’ look. He shrugged.
“It isn’t magic! It’s logic! A puzzle. A lot of the greatest wizards haven’t got an ounce of logic, they’d be stuck here forever!” She said, picking one of the bottles up carefully.
“But we won’t, will we?” I asked carefully.
“Of course not? Do you doubt me?” She asked, serious. I shrugged.
“But how do we know what one to drink?” Harry asked, anxious.
“Give me a moment,” she said, waving a hand at him. I nervously bit my thumb nail as she reread the paper.
“The smallest bottle’ll get us through the black fore, closer to the stone. I looked at the tiny bottle. Barely two sips in it.
“That’s not enough for three,” he said slowly, I couldn’t tell how he felt from his voice like I usually could. “Which one will get you through the purple fire?”
She pointed to the fat, rounded bottle to the right.
“You two drink that. I’m going to go through the back flames.” Harry said, grabbing the small bottle. I held his wrist down, and glared at him.
“But Harry- What if You-Know-Who’s with him?” Hermione asked, scared.
“Well, I was lucky once.” He said flatly. “I might get lucky again.”
Hermione and me looked at each other, and we both hugged him as tightly as we could.
“Phoenix! Hermione!” he said, again, I couldn’t tell how he was feeling.
“You’re a great wizard you know, Harry,” Hermione said.
“And don’t you forget it!” I said. I huffed a bit. I was only up to his shoulder. He was too bloody tall.
“Not as good as you two,” he said, hugging us back.
I laughed.
“Me? Books and cleverness. It’s friendship and bravery that matter.” Hermione said. She was taller than me too.
“You girls drink first,” he said once we let him go. I hesitated, and Hermione went first. She took a drink, and shivered.
“Cold,” she mumbled. “Good luck Harry,” she said honestly before walking through the flames back to Leo and Ron.
“I’ll go after you,” I said quietly. Harry nodded slowly, and drank half of the thick potion in the small bottle. He walked towards the black flames, and I acted on impulse.
“Here I come,” Harry said to himself.
“Here we come,” I said grabbing his hand and taking the step with him before he could protest.
The small bottle was on its side, empty on the table.
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Finding The Way {A Harry Potter FanFiction}
Fanfiction***SEQUAL TO You Can’t Handle Me (A Sirius Black Love Story)*** Leo and Phoenix. Two orphaned, but otherwise normal kids who are friends with the scrawny, messy haired boy with glasses. But when the two find out the unimaginable, and go to Hogwarts...
