CALLING ALL WIZARDS:

Friday 6th May

The Minister of Magic has ordered all Wizards of age to come and fight in the War against You-Know-Who and his army. We'll give you one week to prepare. This is the opportunity to fight for justice and all that is good in the world.

NO WITCHES OR CHILDREN UNDER 17 CAN FIGHT.The Minister wants this because he has the best interest to keep the Magical blood alive and safe.

We remind all men to get themselves ready in a week for war.

Below is a list of equipment you need.

Junior Assisant of Minister

Percy Weasley

For some people, that one single week seemed to go as slow as History of Magic lesson. However, for Hermione Granger, it was over as quick as you could say 'No.' She didn't cry the whole week, she couldn't. She thought it would have been selfish, she wasn't the one going to war. Also, she didn't want Harry and Ron to worry about her; they had enough on their plates as it was. Instead, she helped them with their preparation for war, researching spells and teaching Ron the correct wave of the wand. But their dead bodies haunted her dreams every night.

Hermione wasn't the only one who feared the war. Ginny was sticking to Ron, as well as helping Hermione with researching. Usually Ron minded his little sister being with him, however after every practice, Ron hugged Ginny and said 'thank you.' This broke Ginny's heart. All her brothers and her dad were going to this stupid war. She would be the only Weasley left if they …. Well, Ginny couldn't bear to think about it.

The dreaded day finally dawned. No one has slept the whole night. No one said a word as they got changed. No one looked outside to see the brilliant bright day outside. No one noticed what the date was.

It was Friday the thirteen.

The whole of the 7th and a few 6th years were in the Great Hall, saying their goodbyes. The volume of the talk was no louder than a whisper. There was hardly no movement, people was just hugging their loved ones.

Ron and Harry stood closest to the door, staring at it patiently. Hermione and Ginny still hadn't come down yet. 'Maybe they didn't want to say bye. You know, too hard,' Harry whispered, sadly.

'Don't be a git. They'll come,' Ron replied, but he was trying to convince himself more. It would bloody kill him if Hermione and Ginny didn't want to say goodbye….

"Ron, look,' Harry nudged Ron in the ribs, which hurt a bit.

Hermione and Ginny came in, looking like they were about to cry. Harry and Ron walked to them, not completely sure what to say to them. The girls gasped when they saw the boys stand in front of them. Silence took over them for a whole minute. Suddenly, at the same time, Harry and Hermione stepped into a tight hug, as did Ron and Ginny.

When they broke apart, Hermione said to Harry 'Remember,' she seemed to be choking on her own breath, 'All the spells and waves we learnt.'

'Yes, Hermione,' Harry said smiling weakly, 'Thank you. Ron and I'll write every week.' They hugged again. 'Remember me if I….'

'Don't talk like that Harry; I will see you again soon,' Hermione shaking her bushy mane.

Then Hermione looked at Ron. Ron looked back. Ginny broke away from her brother and walked to Harry, tears flowing down her red cheeks. Hermione let go of Harry, and felt frozen to the floor.

Her brown eyes were so big from not crying. Ron walked into her arms. They hugged in silence for god knows how long. She never wanted him to leave. Never. 'Hermione,' Ron whispered.

"Yes?' Hermione looked at him and noticed there was a tear under his eye. This broke Hermione's control. She sobbed and sobbed in his shoulder, Ron, who was a bit clueless to do, rock her a little, to calm her.

"Shh… Hermione, don't do this. You'll bloody get me started,' Ron tried to joke.

She gulped loudly and looked at him again. 'Ron,' she croaked 'Have this.' She took off her silver necklace, with a sapphire hanging from it, and she tied it around his neck. 'I've had it as long as I could remember. It'll bring you luck.' She was now staring at the floor.

'Hermione,' he said again, lifting her head with his hand. She was forced to look at him. Gently, with his thumb, he wiped away the beads of water on her face. She licked her lips. His ears went pink.

Then, without any warning, he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. She hiccupped with shocked.

When Ron pulled away, he saw a smile on Hermione's face. 'There you are, there's my Hermione.' She smiled even more, her heart fluttering in her bosom. She couldn't help noticing that his ears were getting redder, after say that, but still smiling.

'Wizards, mount your brooms,' Madame Hooch called from the other side of the Hall. Hermione's heart fell. No. Not now.

By the look from Ron's face he was thinking the same. 'Bye Hermione,' Ron whispered. He touched her face and ran to the other people, standing between Harry and Neville.

'On my whistle, set off and follow me the whole journey. The flight is about four hours and we probably a break between. Ok? One… Two…. Three….' The whistle was sounded and the men flew into the air and out of the Hall and out into the bright sky.

Hermione and Ginny ran after them into the ground and watched Ron and Harry fly until they were tiny little dots. After they disappeared, the other girls walked back in when they were ready. Hermione and Ginny didn't go in until dark.