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Chapter One: Ministry Attacked
Hermione frowned down at the book in front of her. Believe it or not she didn't think that homework was as much fun with out Harry and Ron bothering her to give them answers. And it was an essay for Snape, the only class that she didn't like. Sighing, she put the parchment away and went about sistimatically cleaning her quill and storing it in her desk.
Summer was incredibly booring. After her first year she had been looking forward to talking to all her friends from her old school, but now they had drifted so far apart that there was almost no way to believe that they had ever been friends in the first place. They had all turned so… gurly. They were even worse then Lavender and Pavarti. It was horrible and now she was stuck all alone in the house while her parents were at their dentist's office.
She pulled out her copy of the daily prophet and sat down to read it. She had no more then glanced at the cover when she jumped up with a shriek. The headline read:
1 MINISTRY ATTACKED
Last night dark witches and wizards unknown apparated outside ministry headquarters in London at Diagon alley. At this time the casualties are unknown as the area is struggling to regain control.
Gringotts has closed in order to prevent attempted looting carried over from the riots that insued.
The alley is in uproar and there is fear that some of the fighting may leak into muggle London. We will keep you updated with further developments.
Hermione dropped the paper that she had been clutching in her hands. She gripped on to the chair to keep from falling. It was afew moments later before she realized that she was gripping so hard that her knuckles were turning white.
Hermione's mind raced, she had to get in touch with someone from the wizarding world. Ron. What about his father? Was he all right? Her mind whirled this was all far too much for her at the moment.
Suddenly it dawned on her: she could call Harry. The number was still in her things somewhere. She raced upstairs to look through her perfectly ordered trunk, she found it almost immediately and ran downstairs to dial the number. The phone rang and a woman answered.
"Hello, Dursley residence."
"Hello," Hermione said summoning her most official voice which sounded an awfully lot like Professor Macgonagall. "May I speak to Mr. Potter please. This is Mrs. Smithers, I work for the law office of Higgly and Pierce who are the executers of Mr. And Mrs. Potter's will." Hermione crossed her fingers hoping that she would believe it.
After the initial shock that someone was calling for Harry seemed to wear off she heard Harry's bewildered voice on the phone.
"Hello,"
"Harry its me."
"Hermione?" He sounded shocked and began to laugh. "My aunt really believed that you were a lawyer. That's hilarious."
"Harry, have you seen the Daily Prophet this morning?"
"No, why?"
"Sit down."
"Hermione, what's going on?"
"The ministry was attacked."
"What?!" Hermione could hear Harry's uncle yelling at him in the background. His breathing was coming raggedly through the phone. "Mr. Weasely, is he ok? Have you talked to Ron?" Harry's voice trailed off, he sounded incredibly worried.
"Harry, this is bad."
"Yeah, write to Ron. I'll write Sirius and see if he knows anything. I don't know if there is anything else we can do."
"I feel so useless stuck here."
"So do I Hermione."
"Tell me if you hear something, ok?
"I will, Bye."
"Bye."
Harry hung up the phone. He took a deep but shaky breath and ran his hand through his hair making it stand on end more then usual. He collapsed onto the floor head in hands not knowing what to do. In Dudley's old clothing he looked like a very worried pile of laundry.
Harry got up and shakily walked over into the kitchen and sat down at the table. His face was ashen. He was shaking. He felt like every fiber of her being was unraveling, like a snakeskin falling off. Dudley looked over and at the sight of Harry's state smirked.
"Gee Harry who died." He laughed. Harry's plate went clattering to the floor and his chair upturned as he got up suddenly.
"You…" He was so angry that he could barely contain himself. He knew that he was reaching the point where he would do magic without a wand. He tried to calm down, but he was far beyond the point of no return. "THERE IS A WAR GOING ON! AND YES PEOPLE DIED! AND YOU DON'T BLOODY CARE THAT THE WHOLE REASON WE ARE FIGHTING THIS WAR IS TO PROTECT PEOPLE LIKE YOU." He was suddenly relieved to say that. The anger flooded out of him.
The Dursleys sat in stunned silence but it didn't last for long and Uncle Vernon's face began to turn purple. He looked close to boiling over at Harry. Harry realizing his predicament decided to change it.
"I'm taking a walk. I'll be back later." With that he walked out the door and set off down the street with no particular place to go in mind. He wandered down the roads. He didn't really know that many places to go, He had always been locked inside the Dursleys. He began walking toward Mrs. Figg's house. He didn't know why he just did.
He paused outside the house for a moment, now that he was here he had nothing else to do. Suddenly the door opened. Mrs. Figg stepped out of the door.
"Harry Potter! What are you doing walking around the neighborhood pointlessly when the ministry has been attacked?"
Harry felt as if he had been hit by a lightning bolt. Mrs. Figg was a witch. She had been watching him forever, how could he not know?
Chapter One: Ministry Attacked
Hermione frowned down at the book in front of her. Believe it or not she didn't think that homework was as much fun with out Harry and Ron bothering her to give them answers. And it was an essay for Snape, the only class that she didn't like. Sighing, she put the parchment away and went about sistimatically cleaning her quill and storing it in her desk.
Summer was incredibly booring. After her first year she had been looking forward to talking to all her friends from her old school, but now they had drifted so far apart that there was almost no way to believe that they had ever been friends in the first place. They had all turned so… gurly. They were even worse then Lavender and Pavarti. It was horrible and now she was stuck all alone in the house while her parents were at their dentist's office.
She pulled out her copy of the daily prophet and sat down to read it. She had no more then glanced at the cover when she jumped up with a shriek. The headline read:
1 MINISTRY ATTACKED
Last night dark witches and wizards unknown apparated outside ministry headquarters in London at Diagon alley. At this time the casualties are unknown as the area is struggling to regain control.
Gringotts has closed in order to prevent attempted looting carried over from the riots that insued.
The alley is in uproar and there is fear that some of the fighting may leak into muggle London. We will keep you updated with further developments.
Hermione dropped the paper that she had been clutching in her hands. She gripped on to the chair to keep from falling. It was afew moments later before she realized that she was gripping so hard that her knuckles were turning white.
Hermione's mind raced, she had to get in touch with someone from the wizarding world. Ron. What about his father? Was he all right? Her mind whirled this was all far too much for her at the moment.
Suddenly it dawned on her: she could call Harry. The number was still in her things somewhere. She raced upstairs to look through her perfectly ordered trunk, she found it almost immediately and ran downstairs to dial the number. The phone rang and a woman answered.
"Hello, Dursley residence."
"Hello," Hermione said summoning her most official voice which sounded an awfully lot like Professor Macgonagall. "May I speak to Mr. Potter please. This is Mrs. Smithers, I work for the law office of Higgly and Pierce who are the executers of Mr. And Mrs. Potter's will." Hermione crossed her fingers hoping that she would believe it.
After the initial shock that someone was calling for Harry seemed to wear off she heard Harry's bewildered voice on the phone.
"Hello,"
"Harry its me."
"Hermione?" He sounded shocked and began to laugh. "My aunt really believed that you were a lawyer. That's hilarious."
"Harry, have you seen the Daily Prophet this morning?"
"No, why?"
"Sit down."
"Hermione, what's going on?"
"The ministry was attacked."
"What?!" Hermione could hear Harry's uncle yelling at him in the background. His breathing was coming raggedly through the phone. "Mr. Weasely, is he ok? Have you talked to Ron?" Harry's voice trailed off, he sounded incredibly worried.
"Harry, this is bad."
"Yeah, write to Ron. I'll write Sirius and see if he knows anything. I don't know if there is anything else we can do."
"I feel so useless stuck here."
"So do I Hermione."
"Tell me if you hear something, ok?
"I will, Bye."
"Bye."
Harry hung up the phone. He took a deep but shaky breath and ran his hand through his hair making it stand on end more then usual. He collapsed onto the floor head in hands not knowing what to do. In Dudley's old clothing he looked like a very worried pile of laundry.
Harry got up and shakily walked over into the kitchen and sat down at the table. His face was ashen. He was shaking. He felt like every fiber of her being was unraveling, like a snakeskin falling off. Dudley looked over and at the sight of Harry's state smirked.
"Gee Harry who died." He laughed. Harry's plate went clattering to the floor and his chair upturned as he got up suddenly.
"You…" He was so angry that he could barely contain himself. He knew that he was reaching the point where he would do magic without a wand. He tried to calm down, but he was far beyond the point of no return. "THERE IS A WAR GOING ON! AND YES PEOPLE DIED! AND YOU DON'T BLOODY CARE THAT THE WHOLE REASON WE ARE FIGHTING THIS WAR IS TO PROTECT PEOPLE LIKE YOU." He was suddenly relieved to say that. The anger flooded out of him.
The Dursleys sat in stunned silence but it didn't last for long and Uncle Vernon's face began to turn purple. He looked close to boiling over at Harry. Harry realizing his predicament decided to change it.
"I'm taking a walk. I'll be back later." With that he walked out the door and set off down the street with no particular place to go in mind. He wandered down the roads. He didn't really know that many places to go, He had always been locked inside the Dursleys. He began walking toward Mrs. Figg's house. He didn't know why he just did.
He paused outside the house for a moment, now that he was here he had nothing else to do. Suddenly the door opened. Mrs. Figg stepped out of the door.
"Harry Potter! What are you doing walking around the neighborhood pointlessly when the ministry has been attacked?"
Harry felt as if he had been hit by a lightning bolt. Mrs. Figg was a witch. She had been watching him forever, how could he not know?