Cherrished Memories- Chapter 1
Lost Then Found
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry, Hermione, Ron or any of the other characters. If I did, I would have all the money, and definately changed that epilogue. For that reason, most of DH is being ignored.
"We've found him!"
"Where is he?" she asked, looking up as her friend bombarded into her flat.
"Some little town in the States," he answered, checking the little slip of parchment in his hand. "Bryan, Ohio."
"Why in the world would he go to America?"
"Don't know, but at least we 'do' know he's alive." She jumped up from her seat at her desk and hurried towards her bedroom. "Hermione, where are you going?"
"Where do you think?" she replied over her shoulder as Ron started after her. She entered her room and began pulling open drawers and throwing clothes pell-mell onto her bed, then ripped open her closet door and hauled out a suitcase to put the mess into. She stopped to push her mass of bushy brown hair out of her eyes and look to her tall friend. "I'm going to bring him back, and don't try to stop me." She resumed her frantic packing.
"I can't believe he's been gone all this time and didn't even try to contact us or anything! Three years and not one word! He just up and leaves right from Hogwarts without even saying goodbye or leaving a note for anyone and... Ron, what?" He was constantly clearing his throat like Umbridge had in fifth year and it was getting on her nerves rapidly. She looked up to see him holding up a large bag that looked to be full to bursting. "What's that?"
"I'm going with you. You think I'm going to let you go halfway around the world to go after Harry by yourself?"
"What about..."
"Luna already knows I'm going. Hell, she even packed the bag for me." He pulled another slip of parchment from his pocket and read it. "You'd better hurry. We have reservations for a portkey to America at six." Hermione smiled.
"You knew I was going to want to go, didn't you?" He nodded. Hermione glanced at her clock and gasped. "We're not going to make it!" she cried. "It's fifteen till!" She finished cramming the rest of her clothes into the suitcase and slammed it shut. Ron chuckled to himself as he watched her try to zip it closed around a few articles that were hanging out. When the case was securely fastened, she gathered it up and ran for the door. "Come on, Ron! We've only got a few minutes to get to the portkey station!" Ron ambled out of her room.
"Calm down, Hermione. We're not going to walk there." He took her hand, and shouldering his bag, Apperated the both of them to the station with five minutes to get to the portkey. He led her over to a group standing around a yellow bus that read 'Defiance City Schools- Number 6' on its sides. They reached it and both put their hands on the side and waited, Ron calmly, Hermione impatiently.
The countdown clock above them started with the last thirty seconds and Hermione found herself wishing she had a time turner just to make it go faster. A gong sounded at the fifteen second mark for anyone not taking the portkey to clear the area and she closed her eyes, knowing what was to come.
"Five, four, three," Ron whispered next to her. She felt the pull from behind her navel and they were on their way.