"Kill this time ... let me rip ... tear. . ."
He shouted aloud and Ron and Hermione both jumped away from him in alarm.
"The voice!" said Harry, -looking over his shoulder. "I just heard it again - didn't you?"
Ron shook his head, wide-eyed. Hermione, however, clapped a hand to her forehead.
"Harry - I think I've just understood something! I've got to go to the library!"
And she sprinted away, up the stairs.
"What does she understand?" said Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice had come from.
"Loads more than I do," said Ron, shaking his head.
"But why's she got to go to the library?"
"Because that's what Hermione does," said Ron, shrugging. "When in doubt, go to the library."
Harry stood, irresolute, trying to catch the voice again, but people were now emerging from the Great Hall behind him, talking loudly, exiting through the front doors on their way to the Quidditch pitch.
"You'd better get moving," said Ron. "It's nearly eleven - the match -"
-Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
"You'd better get moving," said Ron. "It's nearly eleven-the match –"
Harry shook his head, "I'm going to find Hermione. The voice was talking about killing Ron. I'm not sure where it is, what if Hermione gets hurt? Why don't you run up to the tower and get my broom and Hermione and I will meet you back here in the entrance hall." With that Harry ran off, leaving Ron no choice but to do as he asked.
Running back to the entrance hall Ron saw no sign of Harry. Figuring he must have headed on down to the Quidditch Field Ron went outside to give him his broom.
"Ron! Where is Harry?" Fred and George ran over to him, "The game's about to start!"
"You mean he's not already here?" Ron asked, getting worried.
Just then, over Ron's shoulder, the twins spotted Professor McGonagall running across the lawn carrying a large purple microphone.
"Attention students! This match has been canceled. All students are to return to their common rooms immediately. Your Heads of House will give you further information."
Oliver Wood protested vehemently but the Professor would not relent, instead she just ordered Oliver to shut up, literally. Oliver, stunned by this abnormal behavior from his Head of House, simply followed the mass of students returning to the castle.
Professor McGonagall caught Ron's arm, "Mr. Weasley, please come with me."
Ron looked startled as he heard an odd tone in his teacher's voice, one that he couldn't identify.
She lead him to a statue of a gargoyle and said "Lemon drop*" and the stone figure jumped aside, revealing a moving stairwell.
Ron, still wondering what was going on, was surprised to find they entered the Headmaster's office at the top of the stairs.
"Thank you, Minerva. Now, would you please talk to your students," Dumbledore said, facing the window instead of the two guests in his office.
The woman left quickly.
"Mr. Weasley," the headmaster sighed and turned around, regarding the student before him. Ron, startled by the expression of sorrow on the man's face, said nervously, "Sir?"
"Can you please tell me what happened after you and your friends left the Great Hall."
"Well, um, we were in the entrance hall and Harry-" Ron stopped abruptly, Harry had never told the headmaster about the voice he kept hearing.
"Mr. Weasley, it is very important that I know exactly what happened, you are not in any trouble. I just need to know what happened."
Ron sighed, "Harry has been hearing a voice. Neither Hermione nor I can hear it. He heard it on Halloween and a few moments later we found Mrs. Norris petrified. Anyway, he said he heard it again in the entrance hall. Hermione had a sudden epiphany and ran off to the library to look something up. Harry followed a few moments later because he wanted to make sure that whatever the voice belonged to didn't harm her. He asked me to get his broom and meet him back in the entrance hall."
Albus closed his eyes briefly and let out a great sigh. "Mr. Weasley, there has been another attack. Ms. Granger and Ms. Penelope Clearwater have both been petrified."
Ron paled, "Where's Harry?"
"Mr. Weasley," Albus shook his head and started over, "Ron, Harry is dead."
*Please remember people that, depending on whether you have the British or American version of Chamber of Secrets, it says either Sherbet Lemon or Lemon drop. Obviously, I have the American version.
A/N: Ok anyone reading any of my other fics probably wants to kill me about now because I'm starting a new story. But this little baby just popped into my head and asked to be written.