This takes place after the end of the last book, but before the 19 years later. Every one goes back to hogwarts. So basically this is an article about the result 'Slytherin bitch' on a hp quiz, link found ¥¥¥ below. I'll post p.2 tomorrow.
Every wizarding newspaper and magizing had been raving about him for months. After Volldamort had been defeated, one of his biggest secret followers, Merlin Agustus, had gone mad and started killing random and innocent witches and wizards. Half of Howarts was here, surrounding his huge stone manor. It was suposted to be just Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but word leaked out and hundreds of kids volunteered. Even some in Slytherin got persuaded somehow and they now had a temporary truce.
Harry could see the other witches and wizards beside him slowly creeping up with him, trying to find a spot to get everyone in. Not a single window was open, and not a single light was on. All of the people who knew Agustus were death eaters or supporters of Voldamort, most of whom were dead, so the only information anyone has is that he lives here, went to hogwarts- slytherin-, had a wife- not sure how sane she was- but she died seventeen years ago, and has one child. Girl or boy know one knows.
Harry felt a slight nudge on his left side. He turned and saw Hermione indicating a cellar door sitting on one side of the house. Harry nodded, and Hermione began to pass the word down the line while he did the same to his other side with Ron. Soon everyone was piling in to a large wine cellar and splitting of into groups.
" Right, everyone, get into groups of three or more. No twos or ones aloud." Harry instructed in a voice barley louder than a whisper, but just so everyone could hear. " If you find him, don't take him by your sellfs, scream and start yelling, everyone else will come as fast as possible. Got it?" Nods from the group. "Good. Let's go."
With that, everyone climbed the stairs and went of in different directions. Harry, Ron, and Hermione encountered nothing but doors, the occasional tea table and mirror, or a painting. None of the paintings moved, like they were muggle paintings. Each corridor and door was painted black, adding to the depressing-ness of the situation.
"Jeez." Ron whispered. "You think with all his money he would get a better place. Maybe a window or two?" Harry and Hermione nodded.
It felt like they had been snooping around corridors for two hours when they herd yelling. It was probably on the other side of the manor, but it was there. The trio quickly began to run to the noise that was getting louder as it echoed of the walls. They were half way there when Hermione suddenly stopped.
" What are you doing? Come on!" Harry called, no
Longer seeing the need to whisper. She cocked her head.
" Do you....... Do you here that?" She muttered, as if listening to dome thing.
" Here what?" Ron complained. "The yells of people who we should be helping? Yeah, kind of hard to miss." Hermione shot him a dirty look.
" No." She snapped."It sounds like someones crying.". She slowly walked to a door on her right and pressed her ear against it, then motioned for the others to do the same. When they did, they could here the distinctive sound of a girl crying. Hermione tried the handle, and found it locked, but quickly unlocked it. The large room on the other side was brighter than the corridor, but not by much. The walls were a warm mahogany, same as the floors, a large four post bed with lime green sheets was sticking out on the right wall, a wooden writing desk by a window in the far wall,a closet on the left wall by the desk, and a girl collapsed on a white carpet with different collored flowers blooming on it, in front of the bed, sobbing, her face burred into the carpet.
At the exact same second,all three of them knew who it was just by her figure. Her normally sleek glossy black hair was messed up and tossed in clumps over her face, her petite yet 5 foot 7 body shaking violently, and her long perfect French nails resting under eyes in-between her face and the floor.
When she herd the door open, she screeched and backed away a little. " Please don't hurt me!" She cried, not looking up. " Im sorry! I didn't do it! Please, father!" At that moment, Hermione got a look in her eyes that Harry and Ron new to well. She had gotten something figured out. She rushed over to the weeping girl on the floor.
"Calypso?" Hermione put a hand on Calypso's shoulder. "Calypso, it's me, Hermione. I'm in Gryfindor, remember?" Neither Ron nor Harry new why she was doing that, because Calypso wasn't exactly nice. Sometimes she ignores you, but she had a sharp mind and teased people a lot, like almost every other of Calypso's fellow Slytherin.
Calypso looked up suddenly. She looked terrible, no one had ever seen her like this: her purple eyes were all red, blotchy, and hollow, and she was bleeding from a cheek as if someone had slapped her hard. Her eyes widened. "Get out!". She shrieked. "You have to get out! He'll kill you all! He swore he would! Every last one! You have to get out now!". She stood up.
"And how would you came to be in this room in a mad mans house?". Ron asked accusingly. Calypso began to look desperate.
"Tell you later?" She asked tentatively It was more of a question, like 'Can I tell you later?'. Ron shook his head, and Calypso bit her lip.
"I..... Live here." She mumbled so low Harry had to strain his ears, hanging her head. "The crazy man, Merlin Augustus, is my father.". Ron and Harry took a step back, not bothering to hide they gasps, were as Hermione only looked confused.
"If he's you father, how come your last name is Cryson?"
"It was my mothers maiden name. My parents wern't married, so they got to chose, and I got stuck with my moms name." Then her eyes became sad. "She died a month before there wedding."
"Soooooooooo, your the mystery child that lives here? Fine, well get back to this later, but write now we got to go." Harry said, edging out the door. Ron followed, and so did Hermione. Calypso didn't follow them. As they ran, Harry noticed Hermione lost in thought.
"Snap out of it, Hermione! We got a battle to win, and you can't keep you mind a copied her." Harry said scornfully.
"But didn't you see it? The way she looked, the cut on her face, the dark halls, a crazy dad......" She looked between. both Rons and Harrys confused faces. " She must have been abused! How can you not notice that? It's probably got some thing to do with her mums death and why she's mean at school. She's got an abusive father.". They lapsed into silence as that happy thought came in. But they didn't get to think about it for long, because they had arrived at the battle.
You would think a hundred students would be able to tackle a single wizard. That wasn't the case. Everyone was standing a about seven yards from a tall, lanky wizard with black hair like Calypso's, and they seemed to share facilstructure, but his eyes were black and wild. Everyone else was moving like they were in Jello. They would run to him as if in slow motion, but as soon as they got a certain distance they would fly back in real time and have to start over. If some one shot a spell, it would move in slow motion to. As soon as Harry, Ron, and hermione got there, they started moving slowly too.
This was going to be one long battle.