A/N: I'm a newbie at this so, this is my first story. I hope you like it!
Disclaimers: I do not own any of this stuff except for the characters you've never heard of! The rest belong to her. *points to JKR*
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Chapter 1.
Harry and Ron had just gotten back from a long game of Quidditch. They were both very red in the face and breathing heavily. They stepped back inside the cramped little house known as "The Burrow". They were just about to sit down at the kitchen table when Hermione came bustling in.
"What is the matter with you?" asked Ron.
"What's the matter with me?! What's the matter with you?! I've been trying to get in touch with you guys ever since we got off the Hogwarts Express! You haven't replied any of the letters I've written you! I've been worried sick!"
Harry and Ron looked at her with very confused expressions on their faces.
"What are you talking about Hermione? We haven't gotten any letters from you this summer. Maybe your owl is faulty," said Ron. Hermione looked at Ron, and then at Harry, then back at Ron. She looked very confused, which was a first for Hermione. She finally spoke again after many failed attempts.
"But my owl came back without the letters, and I thought that they had been delivered. You don't think…." She trailed off right there because Ron and Harry's faces looked very thunderstruck. They all knew they were thinking the same thing. They all knew that Hermione's owl was perfectly healthy and well. So the only thing that could possibly be making their letters get delivered to the wrong person was if they were being….
"Intercepted." Harry said to finish all their thoughts. They all looked at each other with rather apprehensive looks upon their faces.
"You don't think it could have been Lucius do you?" Ron said, trying to conceal his growing anxiousness.
"You never know. He's one of the only ones who would do something as dangerous and sneaky as that," said Hermione matter-of-factly. Harry thought about this for a second, then said, "But how could intercepting the mail be dangerous?"
Hermione looked at him with a mildly surprised expression. "Harry when are you ever going to read some of the more important books on the wizarding world?"
Harry, yet again, realized he had been revealing his ignorance of the wizarding world.
"It would be dangerous because owl's fly at top speed. The only broomstick fast enough to take on the flight of an owl would be a Firebolt." Hermione stated.
"Well that sounds like Lucius alright. He probably bought a Firebolt solely for the use of intercepting my mail. I was wondering why nobody was writing to me…." He trailed off right there because another thought occurred to him. Something very serious.
"Hermione, you didn't happen to mention Sirius in any of your letters by his real name, did you?" Harry asked uneasily.
"Well of course Harry. It's only proper to call someone by their…. Oh my gosh! Harry you don't think-"
"No, Hermione, I don't. That's exactly why I brought it up." Harry cut her off abruptly.
"If someone has been intercepting our mail then someone now knows we keep in touch with Sirius. This is not good." Harry looked very shaken indeed.
"Maybe we should send an owl to Dumbledore. Maybe he would know what to do?" Hermione offered in a small voice. Ron looked at her scathingly.
"Don't you think you've done enough damage for a while Hermione? Maybe we should just leave you out then?"
"No that wouldn't be very smart Ron. She's the one who wrote the letters, so she's the one who's going to have to tell Dumbledore. I think that's enough punishment, don't you Hermione?"
Hermione nodded her head frantically.
"Good, I'm glad you see it my way. Now, we need a plan of action. We have to find some way to figure out who's intercepting our mail. Any suggestions?"
"Umm…. well, we could chase our owl on Harry's Firebolt and see who picks it up…"
offered Ron.
"Oh, come on now Ron! Think logically here! We're trying to figure out how to find the interceptor, not get ourselves killed."
Harry thought for minute, then said, "Well, Hermione, unless you have a better idea, Ron's sounds perfectly fine."
Hermione turned a brilliant shade of pink. "I was just trying to help…" she mumbled. Harry looked decided. "Alright then. That settles it. Ron you leave first thing tomorrow morning."
Ron nodded solemnly.
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Fancy a cliffhanger? I think that'll do. By the way please review because this is my first fanfic and I'm having some trouble. Anyway suggestions are welcome! Review!!
Disclaimers: I do not own any of this stuff except for the characters you've never heard of! The rest belong to her. *points to JKR*
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Chapter 1.
Harry and Ron had just gotten back from a long game of Quidditch. They were both very red in the face and breathing heavily. They stepped back inside the cramped little house known as "The Burrow". They were just about to sit down at the kitchen table when Hermione came bustling in.
"What is the matter with you?" asked Ron.
"What's the matter with me?! What's the matter with you?! I've been trying to get in touch with you guys ever since we got off the Hogwarts Express! You haven't replied any of the letters I've written you! I've been worried sick!"
Harry and Ron looked at her with very confused expressions on their faces.
"What are you talking about Hermione? We haven't gotten any letters from you this summer. Maybe your owl is faulty," said Ron. Hermione looked at Ron, and then at Harry, then back at Ron. She looked very confused, which was a first for Hermione. She finally spoke again after many failed attempts.
"But my owl came back without the letters, and I thought that they had been delivered. You don't think…." She trailed off right there because Ron and Harry's faces looked very thunderstruck. They all knew they were thinking the same thing. They all knew that Hermione's owl was perfectly healthy and well. So the only thing that could possibly be making their letters get delivered to the wrong person was if they were being….
"Intercepted." Harry said to finish all their thoughts. They all looked at each other with rather apprehensive looks upon their faces.
"You don't think it could have been Lucius do you?" Ron said, trying to conceal his growing anxiousness.
"You never know. He's one of the only ones who would do something as dangerous and sneaky as that," said Hermione matter-of-factly. Harry thought about this for a second, then said, "But how could intercepting the mail be dangerous?"
Hermione looked at him with a mildly surprised expression. "Harry when are you ever going to read some of the more important books on the wizarding world?"
Harry, yet again, realized he had been revealing his ignorance of the wizarding world.
"It would be dangerous because owl's fly at top speed. The only broomstick fast enough to take on the flight of an owl would be a Firebolt." Hermione stated.
"Well that sounds like Lucius alright. He probably bought a Firebolt solely for the use of intercepting my mail. I was wondering why nobody was writing to me…." He trailed off right there because another thought occurred to him. Something very serious.
"Hermione, you didn't happen to mention Sirius in any of your letters by his real name, did you?" Harry asked uneasily.
"Well of course Harry. It's only proper to call someone by their…. Oh my gosh! Harry you don't think-"
"No, Hermione, I don't. That's exactly why I brought it up." Harry cut her off abruptly.
"If someone has been intercepting our mail then someone now knows we keep in touch with Sirius. This is not good." Harry looked very shaken indeed.
"Maybe we should send an owl to Dumbledore. Maybe he would know what to do?" Hermione offered in a small voice. Ron looked at her scathingly.
"Don't you think you've done enough damage for a while Hermione? Maybe we should just leave you out then?"
"No that wouldn't be very smart Ron. She's the one who wrote the letters, so she's the one who's going to have to tell Dumbledore. I think that's enough punishment, don't you Hermione?"
Hermione nodded her head frantically.
"Good, I'm glad you see it my way. Now, we need a plan of action. We have to find some way to figure out who's intercepting our mail. Any suggestions?"
"Umm…. well, we could chase our owl on Harry's Firebolt and see who picks it up…"
offered Ron.
"Oh, come on now Ron! Think logically here! We're trying to figure out how to find the interceptor, not get ourselves killed."
Harry thought for minute, then said, "Well, Hermione, unless you have a better idea, Ron's sounds perfectly fine."
Hermione turned a brilliant shade of pink. "I was just trying to help…" she mumbled. Harry looked decided. "Alright then. That settles it. Ron you leave first thing tomorrow morning."
Ron nodded solemnly.
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Fancy a cliffhanger? I think that'll do. By the way please review because this is my first fanfic and I'm having some trouble. Anyway suggestions are welcome! Review!!