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HP stories following Canon after Deathly Hallows >> Into The Chamber by Guichee

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I sat in the Room of Requirement, trying to carry on a normal conversation with Ginny and Cho Chang. It was very difficult, however, because my thoughts kept straying to Ron, who was in a corner laughing at the antics of Fred, George, and Lee Jordan. Why they were able to act so normally (if you could call the Weasley twins normal) at a time like this, I didn’t know. I suppose it was their attempt at loosening the tense atmosphere. I must say, it seemed to be working; I heard Ron’s snort of laughter from the opposite side of the room. I smiled in spite of myself. I could picture his face perfectly in my mind, down to the last freckle on his long nose. Suddenly, a large hand fell on my shoulder. Ron’s low voice came in my ear, sending shivers up my spine.

“Hermione, we need to go to the bathroom.”

“Why in the world would we need to go to a bathroom, Ronald?” I fought to keep my voice steady, which wasn’t very easy considering that my heart rate had suddenly gone up several notches.

“I’ll tell you on the way, let’s just go.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the exit. I sent an apologetic smile towards Cho and Ginny as I jogged to keep up with Ron’s long strides. We came out of the room in a fifth-floor corridor and raced down it. We flew down several staircases until we got to the second floor. Ron came to a sudden halt in front of a very familiar door. I nearly ran into him. He shoved open the door and pulled me inside.

“Now will you tell me why we’re in here?” I asked. Ron quickly peeked in all the stalls before telling me. I rolled my eyes; this was Myrtle’s bathroom. Nobody came in here, especially this late at night.

“No one’s here, Ron, just tell me,” I said, exasperated.

“Sorry, it couldn’t hurt to check. It’s about Horcruxes, and you know why we can’t let anyone…” I gave him a nasty look.

“Fine, I’ll tell you. We came here for…” he paused dramatically, “Basilisk fangs.”

Of course. Why hadn’t I thought of that before? We didn’t have the sword anymore, thanks to that conniving goblin Griphook. We needed a means to destroy the other Horcruxes.

“Ronald Weasley, you are officially a genius! I love you!” I said without thinking. His eyes widened and I felt my face get hot. To cover my embarrassment, I shoved past him and began searching for the sink that, according to Harry, had a small serpent engraved on the tap.

“It’s this one, Hermione,” said Ron in my ear, making me jump. He gestured to the tap and I saw the snake on it.

“How are we going to get in?” I asked, the obvious problem suddenly occurring to me.

“Harry spoke Parsletongue to open it last time, didn’t he? Well we can too. It’s just like any other language, see. All we have to do is” he broke off and made a terrible strangled hissing noise that only vaguely resembled the snake tongue. Nothing happened, of course. I fought a sudden, inexplicable urge to laugh.

“Amazing, Ron,” I said, “Spectacular results.”

“You try then,” he said indignantly, “It’s not as easy as it sounds!”

“I doubt that,” I said, and confidently imitated Harry. Too late, I realised that I didn’t
even know what the Parsletongue command was supposed to sound like. After all, I had only ever heard the language spoken once in my second year. The resulting sound was worse than Ron’s. He burst out laughing.

“Harry made it look so easy,” I said, defending myself.

“Of course he did, it’s second nature to him. But I still think we can do it…with effort,” Ron said, grinning.

“Well go on then. Open it!” I said. He tried again, producing similar results. I giggled slightly hysterically. It was rather ironic that I was sitting in a bathroom trying to open a chamber with a language I hadn’t the faintest idea how to speak, whilst, out in the corridor, a battle was about to be waged against the darkest wizard the world had ever seen. A battle in which it was a very great possibility that we would all die.

Ron, seeing my desperate expression, caught my eye and made a sound even more ridiculous than before, drawing it out for a few more seconds so as to make me laugh. I did, but it might have been because it was the only thing that would stop me from either sobbing hysterically or breaking out in a cold sweat from the stress of the impending danger.

Or it might have been that I just couldn’t help myself. Ron looked so absurd with his tongue lolling out and flecks of spit flying from his mouth that I laughed. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Though laughing made the battle no less serious or perilous than before, it relieved a huge amount of the pressure that I was feeling. Ron joined in with my laughter. Soon, we could barely breathe for laughing so hard while still half-attempting to speak Parsletongue.

“Ron, we’ve got to stop,” I gasped between peals of laughter.

“Right…the Basilisk…” he broke off in a fit of giggles.

“It’s not funny,” I said, but at that moment, Ron let out a loud snort. It was hopeless. I laughed until I had to lean against him for support.

We stood like that for several moments, laughing too hard for words. Suddenly, a chilling voice issued from out of nowhere. It echoed in the tiled bathroom, making it all the more terrifying.

“I know that you are preparing to fight.” Ron and I fell deathly silent. “Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me. I do not want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers at Hogwarts. I do not want to spill magical blood.” As Voldemort spoke, I felt Ron’s arms slide around me, clutching me to him.

”Give me Harry Potter.”

“No…” Ron moaned sofltly. I felt tears pricking at my eyes, threatening to spill over. I pressed my face against Ron’s chest. The awful, high voice went on.

”Give me Harry Potter, and none shall be harmed. You have until midnight.”
Nothing could stem my tears now. Harry would go. Of course he would. To such a true Gryffindor, the Dark Lord’s offer was irresistible. ”None shall be harmed.” Honestly. I sobbed into Ron’s chest, and he held me close. I felt a single tear fall on my head from above.

Ron spoke after a moment, his voice husky.

“Half an hour,” he said simply.

“Half an hour to do what, Ron? Save the wizarding world? We can’t prevent Harry from going, he’s entirely too chivalrous!” My voice became steadily higher and more frantic.

“Hermione, we have half an hour,” he said again firmly, “Half an hour to go down there, get the basilisk fangs, destroy the Horcruxes, or as many as we can, and prevent Harry from walking willingly to his death. We can do it. We’ve done more. We defeated a troll, You-Know-Who can’t be much different, can he?”

I smiled shakily at his feeble attempt at humour.

“You’re right, you know,” I said softly. He looked pleased with himself.

“Aren’t I always?”

I shook my head, smiling weakly. “No, not always. But you’re usually right about the most important things. Let’s go, we can spare about two minutes opening that sink.”
Ron gave me a quick squeeze and turned back to the sink. He made a few experimental hissing noises, then attempted the command. All at once, the tab glowed blindingly white. There was a slight scrape as the porcelain sink descended into a large pipe.

“Wow,” I said, “That was absolutely brilliant, Ron!” He was staring in disbelief down the long pipe.

“What? Is anything wrong?” I asked worriedly.

“It’s much…smaller than before,” he said in amazement.

“Well, I do think you may have grown a slight bit since you were twelve,” I teased.

“Right. Well, I’d say ladies first, but it is a rather rough landing, and, well, you know. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” His ears went a bit pink.

“Go then. You can catch me at the bottom if you’re that concerned.” Ron slid his legs into the pipe, nodding.

“Are you sure you want to come? I mean, you really don’t have to…” he said.

“I want to. But I can’t go with you blocking the way like that.” I gave him a gentle shove. He slid out of sight down the wet pipe.

A second later, I heard a distant thud and some muffled cursing. “Urgh, I forgot how nasty it smells down here,” came Ron’s voice, echoing up the long tunnel.

“I’m coming down now,” I shouted down to him, and without further thought, slid my body into the darkness.


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