The Search For Harry
by Gweniviere
Email: queen_potter_freak@hotmail.com
Category: adventure, romance, humor
Keywords: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Lupin
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: All the Books
Summary: When Harry is kidnaped by Voldemort, Ron and Hermione set out to find him, meeting some old friends, as well as some new ones on the way.
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: I would like to dedicate this to Kelsey, who brought FictionAlley to my attention.
Chapter 1 - The Disappearance
"Don't be a fool. How can we possibly capture the boy? He is too closely guarded. And especially while he is at Hogwarts. You are mad to try to attempt this." Said Lucius Malfoy, not looking up from his desk.
"Yes, but Lucius," said the man standing in front of his desk, nervously playing with a hat, which normally covered his balding head. One of his hands shone brightly; it looked as though it were made of metal. His nose was pointed and rat like, and his eyes small and watery. He was dressed in a black traveling cloak, which was lopsided. "This is a very good plan. If we could just nab him while he is out during quidditch practice, you know he plays-"
"Of coarse I know he plays quidditch you fool! Honestly, Wormtail, do you take me for a dunce?" Lucius asked, now glaring at the man, Wormtail, icily.
"No, I just thought . . . " Wormtail muttered in an undertone.
"Speak up you prat! Mumbling is a sign of weakness! And we all know what The Dark Lord thinks of weakness." Lucius Malfoy smiled cruelly at his guest. Wormtail said nothing, though there was plainly fear in his eyes. If his master were to think he was showing weakness, Wormtail would find himself in a great deal of trouble. Lord Voldemort was already mad at him for failing his plan to capture Harry Potter last year. This was his chance to prove that he could in fact bring to his master his greatest enemy.
"So, explain this, plan, of yours to me in detail. I'm quite sure there will be some major flaw somewhere, but that can be fixed." Lucius Malfoy said, propping his chin on his hands.
Wormtail's face relaxed a bit, relieved that Malfoy was at least going to hear him out. "Well, it goes like this. As I was saying, Potter plays on his house quidditch team." He said, excitement playing across his face.
* * * * * *
"Whoa! Watch it there, Harry! You almost knocked me off my broom!" Ron said, clutching the handle of his broomstick as a blur of scarlet streaked past him.
"Sorry, Ron. Thought you're, um, shoe was the Snitch." Harry said, grinning. He had fully intended on almost knocking Ron off his broom. Ron needed the distraction, he seemed to be very uptight tonight, and Harry wasn't in the mood to deal with that. He wanted to have some fun.
"Oh that's very funny Harry, really, just hilarious." Ron said, trying to concentrate on the practice. They had been out here for half an hour and had accomplished very little. The first snow of the season had fallen last night, and continued throughout the day, making it very hard for most students to concentrate on anything in particular. The entire team were busy laughing and flying around, swooping down toward the ground to get big handfuls of snow to throw at one another. Even Harry, who, being captain, usually kept everyone focused on quidditch, was throwing snowballs with the rest of the team.
"Why don't we straighten up and get some practice done?" Ron yelled out, though no one heard him.
"What for?" Harry yelled, throwing a snowball at him. Ron ducked angrily.
"What for? What for? I'll tell you what for! We've got our match against Ravenclaw coming up, and we need to practice! Cho is captain this year and she's made some definite changes! We need to practice!" Ron cried in desperation.
"Oh come on Ron! Lighten up a bit, won't you?" Harry called, throwing another snowball at him. Why couldn't he just let it go and have some fun for a change?
"You know what Harry? I'm sick of you and your stupid games!"
Ron, thoroughly annoyed, decided to give up and landed roughly on the ground. He'd had enough, he was going to make some use of his time and get his divination homework done, regardless of what Harry was doing.
"Hey- Ron! Where are you going? I thought you had quidditch practice?" Hermione came to a stop in front of him.
"I don't see the point in trying to make him play, so I'm not going to try anymore. If anybody actually notices I'm gone, I'll be in the common room." And with that Ron left Hermione shivering in the middle of the grounds.
* * * * * *
"Harry!" Hermione shouted, once she reached the quidditch field. Harry, seeing Hermione, dived for the ground, landing smoothly, but slipped on the thin layer of snow.
"Whoa! Hey Hermione. What's up?" He said cheerfully. His checks, nose, and ears were red from the cold, contrasting nicely with his green eyes. He had bits of snow in his messy black hair.
"Well, Ron doesn't seem too happy with you." She replied seriously. Hermione stared hard at Harry. It was quite odd for Ron not want to mess around with the other players. It was Hermione's job to keep them on task. "Harry, why aren't you practicing?"
"Well," Harry thought of an answer to settle Hermione. "Er, I don't know. It's the first snow! I guess we all just want to enjoy it!"
"Ron isn't enjoying it. He just went up to the common room to work on divination. He must be really mad if he's actually doing divination homework." Hermione said sternly, reminding Harry of Professor McGonagal.
"So, what you're saying is I should go up and apologize to him?"
"That is exactly what I'm saying." Hermione said, feeling very proud that she could convince Harry so easily.
"Ok. It's getting dark anyway." Harry said, turning to the rest of the Gryffindor team. "Let's turn in! It's dark!"
The team flew down and dismounted, slipping slightly as Harry had. They started walking toward the school, when Harry's broom suddenly flew out of his hand and back toward the quidditch field. They all stood and looked at it, utterly bewildered. Firebolt 3000s didn't just suddenly take off on their own
.
Harry shrugged. "I'll go get it. You don't have to wait for me." He turned back and ran to the field.
"Harry, I don't think that's a very good idea!" Hermione called after him. She and the team stood, watching Harry enter the stadium. Hermione shivered slightly, wishing she had remembered her cloak. She was just thinking of a warming charm Professor Flitwick had shown her, when there was a heart-stopping crack. It had come from the quidditch field. She looked at the others, and then sprinted down to the field, calling Harry's name wildly.
When they entered the stadium, they did not see Harry. What they did see, was a huge, black scorch mark in the middle of the field. Hermione burst out crying. Someone put their arms around her in comfort.
"I'll go get a teacher." Came a voice from her left, and then the sound of feet running in snow.
* * * * * *
When Hermione returned to Gryffindor common room, she found Ron working close to the portrait hole. He glanced up as she walked over to him.
"Well, where is he?" Ron asked. He had calmed down a bit, and wanted to apologize for being an idiotic jerk.
"He . . . he . . . " Hermione couldn't say it. She burst out crying again, and made for the stairway to the girls' dormitory. Ron caught her arm and swung her around.
"Hermione, what's wrong? Where's Harry?" he asked, afraid of the answer. Hermione didn't say anything. She just cried even harder. People in the common room were turning to look at them. "OK Hermione, calm down." Ron said soothingly.
"Oh Ron!" Hermione fell into him, sodding on his shoulder. He put his arms around her, feeling rather awkward, patting her head. This seemed to comfort her, for she slowly stopped crying.
"Hermione, what happened?"
Hermione sat down, and told the story to Ron, her voice shaking slightly.
"He just disappeared? Are you sure? But, that's got to be nearly impossible! People don't just disappear at Hogwarts!" Ron said. He was so angry with himself. If he only hadn't been so stupid, this may never have happened. Now, he may never get to apologize.
"I know. It sounds ludicrous! Anyway, after we found out he was, was, gone, someone went to get Professor McGonagall. I was till crying, so she sent me back up here while she investigated the grounds." Hermione replied softly. She had started tearing up again, but she kept silent.
The portrait hole suddenly opened to admit the rest of the quidditch team, followed closely by Professor McGonagal.
"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger," she said, her voice devoid of its usual sternness. "Please follow me."
Ron and Hermione stood and followed her out of the common room. She led them through a number of corridors, until finally she stopped in front of a large, stone gargoyle.
"Treacle fudge," she said to it. This must have been a password of some sort, for the gargoyle came to life and sprang to the side, leaving a doorway behind it. They walked through the doorway and onto a sort of escalator that spiraled upward. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, both unsure as the other about exactly where they were going.
They reached the top of the stairway, facing a huge, oak door. Professor McGonagal knocked sharply.
"Enter," came Professor Dumbledore's voice.
by Gweniviere
Email: queen_potter_freak@hotmail.com
Category: adventure, romance, humor
Keywords: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Lupin
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: All the Books
Summary: When Harry is kidnaped by Voldemort, Ron and Hermione set out to find him, meeting some old friends, as well as some new ones on the way.
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: I would like to dedicate this to Kelsey, who brought FictionAlley to my attention.
Chapter 1 - The Disappearance
"Don't be a fool. How can we possibly capture the boy? He is too closely guarded. And especially while he is at Hogwarts. You are mad to try to attempt this." Said Lucius Malfoy, not looking up from his desk.
"Yes, but Lucius," said the man standing in front of his desk, nervously playing with a hat, which normally covered his balding head. One of his hands shone brightly; it looked as though it were made of metal. His nose was pointed and rat like, and his eyes small and watery. He was dressed in a black traveling cloak, which was lopsided. "This is a very good plan. If we could just nab him while he is out during quidditch practice, you know he plays-"
"Of coarse I know he plays quidditch you fool! Honestly, Wormtail, do you take me for a dunce?" Lucius asked, now glaring at the man, Wormtail, icily.
"No, I just thought . . . " Wormtail muttered in an undertone.
"Speak up you prat! Mumbling is a sign of weakness! And we all know what The Dark Lord thinks of weakness." Lucius Malfoy smiled cruelly at his guest. Wormtail said nothing, though there was plainly fear in his eyes. If his master were to think he was showing weakness, Wormtail would find himself in a great deal of trouble. Lord Voldemort was already mad at him for failing his plan to capture Harry Potter last year. This was his chance to prove that he could in fact bring to his master his greatest enemy.
"So, explain this, plan, of yours to me in detail. I'm quite sure there will be some major flaw somewhere, but that can be fixed." Lucius Malfoy said, propping his chin on his hands.
Wormtail's face relaxed a bit, relieved that Malfoy was at least going to hear him out. "Well, it goes like this. As I was saying, Potter plays on his house quidditch team." He said, excitement playing across his face.
* * * * * *
"Whoa! Watch it there, Harry! You almost knocked me off my broom!" Ron said, clutching the handle of his broomstick as a blur of scarlet streaked past him.
"Sorry, Ron. Thought you're, um, shoe was the Snitch." Harry said, grinning. He had fully intended on almost knocking Ron off his broom. Ron needed the distraction, he seemed to be very uptight tonight, and Harry wasn't in the mood to deal with that. He wanted to have some fun.
"Oh that's very funny Harry, really, just hilarious." Ron said, trying to concentrate on the practice. They had been out here for half an hour and had accomplished very little. The first snow of the season had fallen last night, and continued throughout the day, making it very hard for most students to concentrate on anything in particular. The entire team were busy laughing and flying around, swooping down toward the ground to get big handfuls of snow to throw at one another. Even Harry, who, being captain, usually kept everyone focused on quidditch, was throwing snowballs with the rest of the team.
"Why don't we straighten up and get some practice done?" Ron yelled out, though no one heard him.
"What for?" Harry yelled, throwing a snowball at him. Ron ducked angrily.
"What for? What for? I'll tell you what for! We've got our match against Ravenclaw coming up, and we need to practice! Cho is captain this year and she's made some definite changes! We need to practice!" Ron cried in desperation.
"Oh come on Ron! Lighten up a bit, won't you?" Harry called, throwing another snowball at him. Why couldn't he just let it go and have some fun for a change?
"You know what Harry? I'm sick of you and your stupid games!"
Ron, thoroughly annoyed, decided to give up and landed roughly on the ground. He'd had enough, he was going to make some use of his time and get his divination homework done, regardless of what Harry was doing.
"Hey- Ron! Where are you going? I thought you had quidditch practice?" Hermione came to a stop in front of him.
"I don't see the point in trying to make him play, so I'm not going to try anymore. If anybody actually notices I'm gone, I'll be in the common room." And with that Ron left Hermione shivering in the middle of the grounds.
* * * * * *
"Harry!" Hermione shouted, once she reached the quidditch field. Harry, seeing Hermione, dived for the ground, landing smoothly, but slipped on the thin layer of snow.
"Whoa! Hey Hermione. What's up?" He said cheerfully. His checks, nose, and ears were red from the cold, contrasting nicely with his green eyes. He had bits of snow in his messy black hair.
"Well, Ron doesn't seem too happy with you." She replied seriously. Hermione stared hard at Harry. It was quite odd for Ron not want to mess around with the other players. It was Hermione's job to keep them on task. "Harry, why aren't you practicing?"
"Well," Harry thought of an answer to settle Hermione. "Er, I don't know. It's the first snow! I guess we all just want to enjoy it!"
"Ron isn't enjoying it. He just went up to the common room to work on divination. He must be really mad if he's actually doing divination homework." Hermione said sternly, reminding Harry of Professor McGonagal.
"So, what you're saying is I should go up and apologize to him?"
"That is exactly what I'm saying." Hermione said, feeling very proud that she could convince Harry so easily.
"Ok. It's getting dark anyway." Harry said, turning to the rest of the Gryffindor team. "Let's turn in! It's dark!"
The team flew down and dismounted, slipping slightly as Harry had. They started walking toward the school, when Harry's broom suddenly flew out of his hand and back toward the quidditch field. They all stood and looked at it, utterly bewildered. Firebolt 3000s didn't just suddenly take off on their own
.
Harry shrugged. "I'll go get it. You don't have to wait for me." He turned back and ran to the field.
"Harry, I don't think that's a very good idea!" Hermione called after him. She and the team stood, watching Harry enter the stadium. Hermione shivered slightly, wishing she had remembered her cloak. She was just thinking of a warming charm Professor Flitwick had shown her, when there was a heart-stopping crack. It had come from the quidditch field. She looked at the others, and then sprinted down to the field, calling Harry's name wildly.
When they entered the stadium, they did not see Harry. What they did see, was a huge, black scorch mark in the middle of the field. Hermione burst out crying. Someone put their arms around her in comfort.
"I'll go get a teacher." Came a voice from her left, and then the sound of feet running in snow.
* * * * * *
When Hermione returned to Gryffindor common room, she found Ron working close to the portrait hole. He glanced up as she walked over to him.
"Well, where is he?" Ron asked. He had calmed down a bit, and wanted to apologize for being an idiotic jerk.
"He . . . he . . . " Hermione couldn't say it. She burst out crying again, and made for the stairway to the girls' dormitory. Ron caught her arm and swung her around.
"Hermione, what's wrong? Where's Harry?" he asked, afraid of the answer. Hermione didn't say anything. She just cried even harder. People in the common room were turning to look at them. "OK Hermione, calm down." Ron said soothingly.
"Oh Ron!" Hermione fell into him, sodding on his shoulder. He put his arms around her, feeling rather awkward, patting her head. This seemed to comfort her, for she slowly stopped crying.
"Hermione, what happened?"
Hermione sat down, and told the story to Ron, her voice shaking slightly.
"He just disappeared? Are you sure? But, that's got to be nearly impossible! People don't just disappear at Hogwarts!" Ron said. He was so angry with himself. If he only hadn't been so stupid, this may never have happened. Now, he may never get to apologize.
"I know. It sounds ludicrous! Anyway, after we found out he was, was, gone, someone went to get Professor McGonagall. I was till crying, so she sent me back up here while she investigated the grounds." Hermione replied softly. She had started tearing up again, but she kept silent.
The portrait hole suddenly opened to admit the rest of the quidditch team, followed closely by Professor McGonagal.
"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger," she said, her voice devoid of its usual sternness. "Please follow me."
Ron and Hermione stood and followed her out of the common room. She led them through a number of corridors, until finally she stopped in front of a large, stone gargoyle.
"Treacle fudge," she said to it. This must have been a password of some sort, for the gargoyle came to life and sprang to the side, leaving a doorway behind it. They walked through the doorway and onto a sort of escalator that spiraled upward. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, both unsure as the other about exactly where they were going.
They reached the top of the stairway, facing a huge, oak door. Professor McGonagal knocked sharply.
"Enter," came Professor Dumbledore's voice.