A/N: Lala, I don't own anything that you recognize from Harry Potter, The
brilliant J.K. Rowling does.. ummm.. this is about my fifth shot a a HP
fanfic, nothing seems to be working for me, please Read and Review if you
will :D
Hermione stared at the scene in front of her in disbelief. Everything was destroyed, fires were burning everywhere, and the the young bodies of both Death Eaters and the ones on her side were scattered everywhere. Some groaned and a foul smell was in the air, but as she searched the battle scene that lay before her for her friends Ron ran up to her.
"Ron!" She cried and threw her arms around him. One of her best friend's was safe so far, "Where's Harry?" She asked eagerly.
He didn't say anything for a moment and when she pulled away from him his face was blank and he was staring off behind her. "They - they took him, 'Mione."
She stared at him, "H - Harry? They took him? Vo - Voldermort?" Ron nodded sadly at her and she sunk down to her knees. Harry didn't deserve this, they were barley out of their seventh year of Hogwarts!
Ron was soon down beside her but was still staring off into the distance, "Harry, Dean, and I were dueling with a few Death Eaters when Voldemort just - appeared," he paused to look down at the ground, "He threw Dean and I backwards, grabbed Harry, and dissapeared along with all the Death Eaters."
She looked to Ron who did look mighty beat up, blood was trailing down his cheek and his arm had a deep cut in it. "Where's Dean?" She asked timidly.
He motioned behind them, "Still back there,"
They sat in silence for a moment until Hermione furrowed her eyebrows together, "R - Ron, where do you think Voldemort would of taken him?"
He shook his head, "I don't know, he's moved from the Malfoy's and, and," his voice trailed off and he shut his eyes.
"RON!" Dean cried running up to them both and Ron jerked his eyes open and looked to Dean with confusion. "You've got to see this, you too Hermione!" he cried and grabbed them both up and shot off down the hill. She and Ron looked to each other but soon were running after him.
They stopped beneath a stone trelace and Dean motioned down to the dirt. Ron was gazing around the secluded section they were now in with obvious angst. "This is where," he looked away at let his words trail off again.
Meanwhile Hermione had kneeled down and let out a small gasp. Written in the dirt were a few scratchy letters and more kept appearing. Dean looked to her and tried to get Ron's attention as Hermione studied the letters that now spelt out:
"yyrr rree eeaa tnn GCc FH" she read the letters and yelled at the two. They both bent down beside her and Ron let out a sigh of defeat.
"That makes no sense, 'Mione." He said hopelessly after a moment.
Dean nodded, obviously accepting defeat also; but the two stayed beside Hermione who wasn't giving up that quickly.
"Can't you see? Harry's name is in there!" she said after studying it.
"Where?" The both asked quickly.
"Look, the letters are all grouped together, so obviously he didn't want anything intercepted. He capitalized the first letters of each word I think," she said and furrowed her brow. "See? H-a-r-r-y," she said pointing to the letters.
Dean nodded but Ron didn't seem so sure, "How could he of done this though? Surely Voldemort would of taken away his wand, and he's only been gone a few minutes." He said, frowning in doubt.
Hermione sat taken aback for a moment, the thought hadn't crossed her mind. Dean shook his head almost violently though, "No! Don't you remember Professor McGonagal's class our sixth year? It's a simple spell, all you need - "
Hermione cut him off, "Yes! All you need to do is concentrate and and, oh Ron!" She exclaimed and threw herself onto him in a giant hug.
"Watch it, 'Mione, don't erase the letters." Ron said carefully. She let go of him and nodded, returing to the letters.
"We need to write these down," she mumbled to herself and searched around in her pockets only to find them empty, minus her wand. "Wait, of course!" she exclaimed and took out a wand. Quickly, a quill and paper appeared in front of her and she scribbled down the letters in haste.
"Ron, we need to get somewhere safter than here. No telling when Voldemort will return," she said turning to him.
He nodded, "Dean, do you remember that house we stayed in last night?" Dean nodded in confirmance, "We can stay there." He said turning to Hermione.
"If anything's left of it," Dean said gazing out across the town.
Hermione stared at the scene in front of her in disbelief. Everything was destroyed, fires were burning everywhere, and the the young bodies of both Death Eaters and the ones on her side were scattered everywhere. Some groaned and a foul smell was in the air, but as she searched the battle scene that lay before her for her friends Ron ran up to her.
"Ron!" She cried and threw her arms around him. One of her best friend's was safe so far, "Where's Harry?" She asked eagerly.
He didn't say anything for a moment and when she pulled away from him his face was blank and he was staring off behind her. "They - they took him, 'Mione."
She stared at him, "H - Harry? They took him? Vo - Voldermort?" Ron nodded sadly at her and she sunk down to her knees. Harry didn't deserve this, they were barley out of their seventh year of Hogwarts!
Ron was soon down beside her but was still staring off into the distance, "Harry, Dean, and I were dueling with a few Death Eaters when Voldemort just - appeared," he paused to look down at the ground, "He threw Dean and I backwards, grabbed Harry, and dissapeared along with all the Death Eaters."
She looked to Ron who did look mighty beat up, blood was trailing down his cheek and his arm had a deep cut in it. "Where's Dean?" She asked timidly.
He motioned behind them, "Still back there,"
They sat in silence for a moment until Hermione furrowed her eyebrows together, "R - Ron, where do you think Voldemort would of taken him?"
He shook his head, "I don't know, he's moved from the Malfoy's and, and," his voice trailed off and he shut his eyes.
"RON!" Dean cried running up to them both and Ron jerked his eyes open and looked to Dean with confusion. "You've got to see this, you too Hermione!" he cried and grabbed them both up and shot off down the hill. She and Ron looked to each other but soon were running after him.
They stopped beneath a stone trelace and Dean motioned down to the dirt. Ron was gazing around the secluded section they were now in with obvious angst. "This is where," he looked away at let his words trail off again.
Meanwhile Hermione had kneeled down and let out a small gasp. Written in the dirt were a few scratchy letters and more kept appearing. Dean looked to her and tried to get Ron's attention as Hermione studied the letters that now spelt out:
"yyrr rree eeaa tnn GCc FH" she read the letters and yelled at the two. They both bent down beside her and Ron let out a sigh of defeat.
"That makes no sense, 'Mione." He said hopelessly after a moment.
Dean nodded, obviously accepting defeat also; but the two stayed beside Hermione who wasn't giving up that quickly.
"Can't you see? Harry's name is in there!" she said after studying it.
"Where?" The both asked quickly.
"Look, the letters are all grouped together, so obviously he didn't want anything intercepted. He capitalized the first letters of each word I think," she said and furrowed her brow. "See? H-a-r-r-y," she said pointing to the letters.
Dean nodded but Ron didn't seem so sure, "How could he of done this though? Surely Voldemort would of taken away his wand, and he's only been gone a few minutes." He said, frowning in doubt.
Hermione sat taken aback for a moment, the thought hadn't crossed her mind. Dean shook his head almost violently though, "No! Don't you remember Professor McGonagal's class our sixth year? It's a simple spell, all you need - "
Hermione cut him off, "Yes! All you need to do is concentrate and and, oh Ron!" She exclaimed and threw herself onto him in a giant hug.
"Watch it, 'Mione, don't erase the letters." Ron said carefully. She let go of him and nodded, returing to the letters.
"We need to write these down," she mumbled to herself and searched around in her pockets only to find them empty, minus her wand. "Wait, of course!" she exclaimed and took out a wand. Quickly, a quill and paper appeared in front of her and she scribbled down the letters in haste.
"Ron, we need to get somewhere safter than here. No telling when Voldemort will return," she said turning to him.
He nodded, "Dean, do you remember that house we stayed in last night?" Dean nodded in confirmance, "We can stay there." He said turning to Hermione.
"If anything's left of it," Dean said gazing out across the town.