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hazelbiteTitle: Who Killed Mr. Potter? (2 of 10)
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korepersephone and ginnaveve
Fandom: Harry Potter and Clue (books and board game)
Rating: PG
Genre: Mystery
Warnings: There are no spoilers for DH in this story as we wrote way before even HBP was out. Takes place sometime during fifth year. Also, not Beta'd.
Summary: When the Room of Requirement gets stuck resembling a mysterious mansion, Harry and his friends must find out who is behind it without getting themselves killed.
Chapter One - The Characters Come To Life
Chapter Two - In which there are books, spiders, some teenage awkwardness, and one totally wicked fireplace.
Chapter Two
"What are we going to do?" Neville asked cautiously.
"There must be someone else in here causing the room to be stuck and the door to lock," Hermione replied calmly. "Which means that we will have to search all the rooms in order to find them." She sounded very excited about this prospect. "Harry, Ron, and I will go this way," she added hurriedly and dragged them off toward the room that Ron had opened earlier.
Shrugging, Dean followed Ginny to the left of the library and into another room. Neville and Cho, being the last two remaining, paired up and went off around the staircase and through another set of double doors.
Back in the library, not realizing that Harry had wandered off to search on his own, Hermione was going into delights about the volume of books around her. Ron couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed by this behavior.
"I want to read this one!" Hermione exclaimed, charming the books she was choosing to fly around the room and stack themselves on the table. "And this one! Oh and this too!" She was acting like a niffler let loose in a Gringotts vault and Ron was starting to get frustrated.
"It's just a library and no one is in here," Ron complained, "lets go look somewhere else."
"I want to read these books, there might be important information in them."
She sat at the long table and pulled the nearest stack toward her. She opened the book on top and, to her dismay, found there was nothing written in it. She opened another, and another and found that they were all blank. Hermione opened the biggest book from the bottom of the pile and was surprised to find a six-shot revolver concealed inside.
Hermione glanced nervously at Ron, who wasn't paying any attention to her but looking out of the window. She picked it up confidently; she knew how to handle guns from her uncle who owns a shooting range. I need a holster, she thought and saw one peeking out from behind a tall stack of books. She hastily put the revolver in the holster, inched up her skirt, and tied it to her leg. She jumped as Ron spoke.
"It's just like outside," he commented. "But the grounds don't look a thing like Hogwarts."
Ron strode over to the table and casually flipped open a book. "There's nothing written in these Hermione! I know you like books but this is taking it too far!" He strode around the table flipping through a few others. "Not a single letter!"
"I'm not trying to read them you know," Hermione defended. "I was just checking to see if they all were blank."
"Well, it looks that way doesn't it?" Ron replied while walking over to the empty fireplace. "Now can we go?" He asked while slamming the book down on the fireplace mantle in annoyance.
"Yes, I suppose-" Hermione started to say but screamed as Ron disappeared in front of her eyes.
It happened so quickly that she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. It had looked like the fireplace wall had spun around and taken Ron with it. Then she remembered that in one of the Clue books, there had been a secret passage behind a fireplace. Neville must really know the books front to back, she thought.
Hermione ran over to the fireplace wall and started pounding on it, she kicked the floor runners and then hit the top of the mantle, slightly dislodging the book. She jumped back as the wall spun all the way around again, squeaking in surprise as Ron toppled to the floor.
His face was white with fright and there was dust all over his mustard- yellow suit. Ron was stuttering incoherently but managed to say one word before he fainted: "Spiders."
Hermione calmly plucked a spider out of his hair and grabbed a book, fanning Ron with it.
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," she muttered over and over, becoming extremely worried. She was looking around for anything else to help her when Ron grabbed her wrist.
"Were you just calling me dear?" He asked softly, finally having regained consciousness.
"I was just worried," Hermione explained quietly. "Are you alright then?"
"Yeah, there were just spiders all over back there and some were crawling on me while I was banging on the wall," Ron had said all this slightly breathlessly while staring at Hermione.
"Well as long as you're fine," Hermione began slowly.
"You were worried about me," he said blankly, almost like he couldn't believe it.
"Only when I thought you were hurt, which right now you're not," Hermione replied, pretending she didn't notice Ron's faint blush. "So get up."
Hermione held out her hand and helped Ron pull himself to his feet but didn't let go. Ron found he didn't mind one little bit.
Chapter Three
Authors:
korepersephone and ginnaveveFandom: Harry Potter and Clue (books and board game)
Rating: PG
Genre: Mystery
Warnings: There are no spoilers for DH in this story as we wrote way before even HBP was out. Takes place sometime during fifth year. Also, not Beta'd.
Summary: When the Room of Requirement gets stuck resembling a mysterious mansion, Harry and his friends must find out who is behind it without getting themselves killed.
Chapter One - The Characters Come To Life
Chapter Two - In which there are books, spiders, some teenage awkwardness, and one totally wicked fireplace.
Chapter Two
"What are we going to do?" Neville asked cautiously.
"There must be someone else in here causing the room to be stuck and the door to lock," Hermione replied calmly. "Which means that we will have to search all the rooms in order to find them." She sounded very excited about this prospect. "Harry, Ron, and I will go this way," she added hurriedly and dragged them off toward the room that Ron had opened earlier.
Shrugging, Dean followed Ginny to the left of the library and into another room. Neville and Cho, being the last two remaining, paired up and went off around the staircase and through another set of double doors.
Back in the library, not realizing that Harry had wandered off to search on his own, Hermione was going into delights about the volume of books around her. Ron couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed by this behavior.
"I want to read this one!" Hermione exclaimed, charming the books she was choosing to fly around the room and stack themselves on the table. "And this one! Oh and this too!" She was acting like a niffler let loose in a Gringotts vault and Ron was starting to get frustrated.
"It's just a library and no one is in here," Ron complained, "lets go look somewhere else."
"I want to read these books, there might be important information in them."
She sat at the long table and pulled the nearest stack toward her. She opened the book on top and, to her dismay, found there was nothing written in it. She opened another, and another and found that they were all blank. Hermione opened the biggest book from the bottom of the pile and was surprised to find a six-shot revolver concealed inside.
Hermione glanced nervously at Ron, who wasn't paying any attention to her but looking out of the window. She picked it up confidently; she knew how to handle guns from her uncle who owns a shooting range. I need a holster, she thought and saw one peeking out from behind a tall stack of books. She hastily put the revolver in the holster, inched up her skirt, and tied it to her leg. She jumped as Ron spoke.
"It's just like outside," he commented. "But the grounds don't look a thing like Hogwarts."
Ron strode over to the table and casually flipped open a book. "There's nothing written in these Hermione! I know you like books but this is taking it too far!" He strode around the table flipping through a few others. "Not a single letter!"
"I'm not trying to read them you know," Hermione defended. "I was just checking to see if they all were blank."
"Well, it looks that way doesn't it?" Ron replied while walking over to the empty fireplace. "Now can we go?" He asked while slamming the book down on the fireplace mantle in annoyance.
"Yes, I suppose-" Hermione started to say but screamed as Ron disappeared in front of her eyes.
It happened so quickly that she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. It had looked like the fireplace wall had spun around and taken Ron with it. Then she remembered that in one of the Clue books, there had been a secret passage behind a fireplace. Neville must really know the books front to back, she thought.
Hermione ran over to the fireplace wall and started pounding on it, she kicked the floor runners and then hit the top of the mantle, slightly dislodging the book. She jumped back as the wall spun all the way around again, squeaking in surprise as Ron toppled to the floor.
His face was white with fright and there was dust all over his mustard- yellow suit. Ron was stuttering incoherently but managed to say one word before he fainted: "Spiders."
Hermione calmly plucked a spider out of his hair and grabbed a book, fanning Ron with it.
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," she muttered over and over, becoming extremely worried. She was looking around for anything else to help her when Ron grabbed her wrist.
"Were you just calling me dear?" He asked softly, finally having regained consciousness.
"I was just worried," Hermione explained quietly. "Are you alright then?"
"Yeah, there were just spiders all over back there and some were crawling on me while I was banging on the wall," Ron had said all this slightly breathlessly while staring at Hermione.
"Well as long as you're fine," Hermione began slowly.
"You were worried about me," he said blankly, almost like he couldn't believe it.
"Only when I thought you were hurt, which right now you're not," Hermione replied, pretending she didn't notice Ron's faint blush. "So get up."
Hermione held out her hand and helped Ron pull himself to his feet but didn't let go. Ron found he didn't mind one little bit.
Chapter Three
