Chapter 2 of my Harry Potter Fanfiction (srry if it confuses you) Studio: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33695863/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/880400905 Where am I? thought Gabrielle. They were in an empty forest, with a single grave next to them. With horror, she saw Ron was lifting the top of the grave. ‘Ron, what? Where are we? What are you doing? We should be with Madame Ilfuen!’ She said. She saw a bowl of blue and silver liquid under the grave. Without hesitation, she pushed in closer, curious of what might be inside. ‘You put inside your face.’ said Ron. ‘But we don’t know what’s inside - it could be anything!’ ‘Oh yeah… why are we here Ron?’ She repeated. ‘Oh yeah, sorry,’ said Ron picking up a piece of paper, ‘ You see, a few months ago I got this letter. It says ‘Murderer at Triwizard Tournament’ on a newspaper clipping, then underneath it said - in handwriting - , "beaxbaton student suspicous. Get Gabrielle De-fleur " But I don’t know who sent it. So when I saw you went to this, I knew It’d be the perfect opportunity. ’ Gabrielle looked at the pensieve for a few seconds then plunged in her face. They were in the Forbidden Forest. Madame Maxime and Hagrid were talking. Then she saw another man, behind a tree, with greying hair and severe eyes… Mr Crouch. Madame Maxime glanced at Crouch, and threw him a flask. ‘Memory.’ Gabrielle heard a distant voice, and realised Ron had put his head in too, and was seeing everything she could. She saw Crouch run into the forest. And then she saw a old man with a long grey beard, who looked strangely like Dumbledore, but something told her he was not. Madame Maxime’s eyes shot over to look at him. ‘Oh. Uhh..’ She stammered, ‘ We were just planning the Beax’batons’ relay, Dumbly-dor.’. Gabrielle had a feeling the old man had seen Crouch. Then, she saw Dumbledore. The old man leapt into the shadows. She plunged out her head, and so did Ron. ‘Bloody hell… alright, that was - I don’t know what in the world was going on there, but it defiantly wasn’t normal.’ Ron thought for a second ‘I’ll have to try and get some more memories from other sources and have another look … thanks for coming with me though. We can go back to Hogwarts now.’ He got hold of the top of the grave and started to lift it. ‘Ron, wait,’ Gabrielle interrupted ‘ maybe we can have a look through my memories. I was a part of the second task, remember?’ She came a little closer, smiling at him ‘You saved my life, right?’ Ron paused ‘Oh yeah … right. Umm, maybe another time, we’ve got to get you back for the rest of the school day…’ But she’d already begun to pull out a memory. It shimmered blue, sparkling in the sunlight. ‘Ron, we really need to have a look.’ She dipped her head in, and so did Ron. They saw mostly water, seaweed, and merpeople, but Madame Maxime and the Mer-chief were also talking above the water. ‘That girl. Gabrielle.’ Said Madame Maxime, ‘ She must be kept underwater. Till she drowns.’. ‘Uhh. Alright… whatever you say?’ Said the Mer-chief, looking confused. Then that old man, the one who looked like Dumbledore, came out of nowhere. ‘Avada Kedarvra!’ He shouted. Then she saw Dumbledore look over from the judging stand. He was gone. Back in the water, there was movement in the kelp… fins… glasses, it was Harry, her true saviour. ‘Gabrielle, we really need to go!’ Ron raised his head from the pensive, and tugged on Gabrielle’s arm, getting stressed ‘Come on! GABRIELLE!!’ She gasped as he tried to lift her head from the water ‘Ron, what are you doing? Get off!’ ’NO! We’re going back. Now.’ ‘Just wait a second, for merlins sake - ‘ But he was already apparating. She clung on the pensive, trying to get back in, although she could feel her limbs being yanked away, her skin stretching, a short sharp pain, she was back in the quidditch field.
My sister for helping me make this.
