Disclaimer: I am only saying this once, I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OTHER CHARACTERS. But I wish I did. I would be rich.
This is from multiple POV's…you can usually guess, and if you can't say so in a review……….enjoy REVIEWS ARE ENJOYABLE TOO!
A Hideout
Chapter 1:
Where does Harry go during these long nighttime stints?
He'll leave the common room very late at night, and I won't see him until the next day.
"Ron, do you know where Harry goes this late at night?" Hermione said.
"No, I've been wondering about that too. I thought you might have known, being as smart as you are," he said.
"I'm just worried, what if he gets caught?" Hermione said.
"He won't get caught, he has the Maurauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak with him," said Ron.
"I think he may be up to no good," Hermione said, "he hasn't been the same since Dumbledore died. He hasn't been keeping up with his work and I don't think he will be able to become an Auror if he keeps this up."
"He hasn't been doing so well in Quidditch either, he's missed some pretty easy catches during practice," Ron said, "I think even Percy could have made some of them."
"Why do you worry so much about Quidditch, its not like it will do you any good later on in life," Hermione said.
"Sure it does, if you go pro, you can make millions of galleons a year, and its great exercise. Have you seen the shape that we're in?" Ron said, "I've never had a six pack before, and it feels great."
"I suppose you're right but if you don't keep up in school, how are you supposed to do something after you can no longer play Quidditch?" Hermione said.
"You'd be rich, why would you need to do anything else?" he said.
"Never mind, you'll never learn, will you?" Hermione asked.
"Why learn when you're as good a keeper as I am?" Ron said with a smirk.
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Hermione decided to follow Harry one night.
A night the he wouldn't be as alert, and maybe doesn't expect anybody else to be either.
That would have to be Monday, his worst day.
"Harry, you were up late." Hermione said.
"I need to take a walk at night, otherwise I feel frustrated and can't concentrate." Harry said.
"How come you never invite either of us on these walks?" Ron said.
"I like to be alone, so I can think," Harry replied.
"How can you possibly expect to get any schoolwork done if you don't buckle down and force yourself to work?" Hermione said.
"I'll find a way to do it, you just worry about yourself," Harry said.
"I can't help but worry about you Harry. Where do you go at night? Why don't you come back until morning?" Hermione said.
"How do you know that I leave at night?" Harry said.
"You aren't the quietest person in the world, mate," Ron said with a grin.
"It's my own business where I go at night," Harry said hotly.
"Whoa! Chill mate, don't get your boxers in a bunch. We're just worried about you," Ron said.
"I'm fine, thanks anyway. Can we talk about something else? I hear that Pansy Parkinson is in the Hospital Wing!" Harry said.
"Yeah, something about a curse that made his nose explode or something. Madame Pomfrey had to grow her a new one! Maybe she won't have an ugly pug nose now. I hear she cried too, oh happy day," Ron said with a smile.
"Ron! Don't say things like that, even if we hate her," Hermione said trying to suppress a grin.
She failed miserably and laughed about it with Ron and Harry.
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It was a hollow laugh for Harry.
'She had it coming to her, talking about her the way she did' he thought to himself.
He didn't want to think about it, and suppressed the thought by washing it down with bacon and ice cold orange juice.
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The next couple of days were normal.
Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions in the morning, Herbology and Transfiguration in the afternoons. Then in the evenings Quidditch practice.
They were training hard for their game against Hufflepuff next week.
"Nice save Ron!" Harry yelled, with a gold 'C' for captain gleamed on his chest, "Now Ginny, let the snitch go."
Ginny flew down and opened the box to release the snitch. Harry gave it a ten second head start, of which he looked around the stadium. He saw a few random Gryffindor supporters, and the Hufflepuff team scouting them out. Harry then saw Hermione bundled up in a blanket and looked away.
He needed to concentrate. But he should be the one in the stands warming her up. He pushed the thought away, there was no time for that now. He needed to concentrate on the snitch.
He looked around for a glint of gold and saw it hovering slightly above one of the hoops on the opposite end of the pitch.
He reared his broom back and sped towards the snitch.
It tried to escape from Harry by going through the post but Harry had foreseen this.
He readied himself to speed through the hoop and catch the snitch when he heard Hermione yell, "GO HARRY!"
Harry felt his insides squirm and for the split second Harry lost his concentration, he lost sight of the snitch.
He stopped and looked around and didn't see it anywhere.
He checked his watch.
It was almost eight and everybody had homework to do.
"Lets call it a night everybody," Harry called to the rest of the team, "Ginny could you grab the snitch for me please?"
Ginny kicked off and had caught the snitch within two minutes.
This made Harry feel even worse.
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AN: Please R/R, this is technically my first real story. My other two suck.