As much as I would like to admit- I mean, say- that I own Harry Potter, I'm
not looking forwards to spending years in prison. So, I'll say it now- I,
(gasp) do not, (gasp) own, (gasp) Harry Potter, or any of the other
characters. (Really big gasp)
Besides, if you are actually reading my story you can tell that I'm no J.K.
Rowling, sadly.
Chapter 2
Ron turned to face the door of Harry's flat. He gaped at it for a moment before he finally gained the courage to knock. Tentatively at first, but then he began to pound on it.
"Harry!" He screamed his best friend's name over and over, but no one came. He didn't stop until Hermione physically pulled him away.
"He's not there, Ron- we'll have to get in somehow." Ron saw the worried look on her face, and realized what a prat he was being.
"Ok, I'll try to break down the door." He said this heroically, but Hermione couldn't resist the smile that crept upon her face.
As Ron slammed against the door she searched her purse, eventually retrieving a bobby pin. "Here, get out of my way, will you? You look like some kind of fish." Ron was smacking his body up against the door, looking a lot like a fish swimming up river.
Hermione efficiently picked the lock, leaving an openmouthed Ron to weakly mutter, "Bloody hell," under his breath.
Ron entered the apartment with baited breath. He had no idea what he would find. Fortunately, Hermione seemed to have kept a clear head. "You search the kitchen, and his bedroom, I'll do the others."
He readily obeyed her orders, walked into the kitchen, and began to open the cabinets and drawers.
~~*~~**~~*~~
Hermione wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. She'd been searching Harry's apartment for nearly an hour. She had yet to find a thing. His living room was empty, except for a few pieces of furniture, and a desk filled with pictures of her, Harry, and Ron. She was about to give up hope- who said the clue was in his flat anyway? Then she heard Ron call out.
"'Mione! 'Mione, come here- I've got it!" She went sprinting into Harry's bedroom, where Ron was currently searching. He was holding an envelope. "It was on his bed, I just saw it!"
"Well, open it, you git!" Hermione shrunk back when she realized what she had said in her excitement, but Ron hadn't noticed. He was busy tearing open the letter. He began to read out loud.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
The secret lies in Hogwarts clues that you know from the past
Search your memory for objects that have helped your friendship last
To start you out here's clue number one: This place helped hold you together
If you don't figure this one out, Potter will be mine forever
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Hermione's face was a slate of emotion as Ron read the letter. She managed to look confused, scared, angry, and quizzical, all in about 30 seconds.
Ron, however, just looked angry.
"Bloody hell- this is just like that muggle show, Batman! I'm not solving some bloody riddle in order to find him! This is ridiculous! I mean, what kind of prat wrote this- it's not even original!" He was livid, and Hermione didn't think he was going to calm down anytime soon.
"Ron- shhhh, Ron- calm down. Stop it! Please try to think rationally." Her voice drowned out as Ron's overpowered it.
"Think rationally? Rationally?!?" He was now screaming. "While some madman has Harry, you want me to think rationally!? Don't you even care?" Hermione tried to hide the hurt in her voice.
"I do care, Ron- I just would rather do something about it, and try to get him back." She bit her lip. "He was my best friend too, you know."
Ron stopped. He grabbed her arm gently, pulling her up next to him on the bed he was sitting on.
"'Mione, I'm sorry." He couldn't believe what he'd said to her. "I know you care, I'm just upset- I don't know what to do, and without Harry- "
"I know, Ron." Hermione cut in. She leaned on his arm. "Let me see the letter- then we can decide what to do- maybe there really is a clue."
He handed her the sheet of paper, and her eyes opened wide. "Well, it's obvious, isn't it? We need to go back to Hogwarts."
Ron looked at her. "Are you sure? What about everything else it says- what about the place that held us together?"
"Well. that could be Hogwarts too, and if it's something else, I guess we'll find out when we get there."
"I guess it's settled then." Ron stood up. "It's time to go back."
~~*~~**~~*~~
They took the train. As they walked towards Platform 9 ¾, Hermione frowned. It felt good to be going back- she had amazing memories from her seven years at Hogwarts. But to be going because Harry had been kidnapped was not an ideal situation.
The pair settled into an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Hermione promptly fell asleep on Ron's shoulder. He wasn't surprised. She was more upset than he was about Harry's disappearance, and he didn't think she'd gotten much sleep.
Unfortunately it had taken him a while to notice, since he'd spent so much time grieving to himself. He'd completely forgotten that she was probably hurting too.
He looked down at the frizzy brown hair covering his arm. He was such a prat! Ron still couldn't believe what he had said to her. Only a heartless jerk would have told her that she didn't care, when her face clearly expressed pain with everything she did.
Ron sighed. He'd have to apologize- but he couldn't now, not while she was sleeping. Sleeping. That really didn't seem like a bad idea. He yawned only once, and then followed Hemione's example.
When they arrived at Hogwarts they went straight to Dumbledore's office. Naturally, the man was excited to see two of his favorite alumni, and pleased to accommodate them however he could. However, when he asked where the third member of the trio was, one of his former students nearly broke down.
Hermione quickly explained what had happened while Dumbledore tried to calm Ron down. He asked her what they would need, and Ron composed himself enough to answer.
"We need to search the school. Look around, ask a few questions. Maybe a teacher has seen something, or one of the students. We'll report any progress to you." He then coolly exited the room.
Hermione looked at Dumbledore apologetically. "I'm sorry- he thinks he's James Bond or something. We'll talk to you later." She followed Ron's tracks, leaving Dumbledore to sit and ponder how little they had changed.
They searched the castle for hours. They looked in all of the main rooms, along with the Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin common rooms. Ron was so determined that someone in Slytherin, mainly Snape, had some part in the kidnapping that he searched their dorms for 2 hours straight.
Hermione met with all of the teachers, and checked the Great Hall. After hours of searching she still hadn't found a thing. She sighed in frustration and headed towards the main staircase, where she was supposed to meet Ron.
She found him talking with Dumbledore at the bottom of the steps. He seemed to be in a much better mood.
"Hello, 'Mione!" He greeted her enthusiastically.
"Did you find something? What's going on?" She was rather confused as to his strange behavior.
"The headmaster is going to give us a room, so that we can stay here and search as long as we need to." He linked her arm in his. "Lets go- I'll show you where it is. We should hurry so we can get a good night's rest- we have a lot of searching to do tomorrow."
"If you need anything, I'm sure Dobby would be delighted to help you out." Dumbledore called after them. Hermione, who was still shocked by Ron's strange behavior and changed mood, meekly allowed herself to be led upstairs. For a while anyway. Eventually Ron stopped walking, and she began.
"You know, I really need to start up S.P.E.W. again. Dobby shouldn't be delighted to help us out- he should be doing something for himself, and- "
She stopped when she noticed the twinkle in Ron's eyes, along with the smile he was trying to hold back. "Ronald Weasley! Is something funny? I didn't think so! And when are we going to get to our room!?!"
Ron pointed out that they had been stopped for at least five minutes, since she apparently hadn't noticed.
"Oh." Hermione looked up at the door in front of them, trying to stop herself from blushing. "What's the password then?"
"Harry Potter." He said grimly. The door swung open and she turned to face Ron, who was entering the room.
"Why are you so excited, anyway? What happened that I don't know about? You were in such a bad mood before, and- what are you doing?"
Ron was looking down at his hands, where he was counting with his fingers. "I was actually seeing how many questions you could ask in five minutes. At the rate you're going, you're going to beat Ginny's record!"
"And," he continued, "If you must know, Dumbledore has a book he's going to try to find for us. He made it with Hagrid for Harry's birthday this year. The book is filled with pictures of the three of us during our seven years at Hogwarts." Seeing the confused look on her face he elaborated. "Don't you get it? The first clue said that the secret lay in Hogwarts clues. We have to search our memory for things that happened when we went here. Maybe the book will help!"
"Ron- you're a genius!" Hermione was so excited she forgot her anger and threw her arms around Ron. She looked up at him, expecting to see him basking in his praise. However, he had a strange look on his face, like he was going to be sick.
"Ron, what is it?" She asked. Seeing that he was facing the room, she turned around. The first thing she noticed was obviously the same thing Ron had.
There was only one bed in the room.
~~*~~**~~*~~
Hermione let go of Ron, and distanced herself as far as she possibly could in the small room. "Maybe. Maybe Dumbledore had the wrong idea, you know, since we came without Harry."
Ron was still looking in shock at the king size bed in the center of the room. As much as he would have liked to use it. No. He couldn't be having those thoughts, not about Hermione. He was so befuddled by the thought that it took him a moment to respond. "Well, 'Mione, he was obviously wrong, so what are we going to do?"
"One- " her breath caught, "One of us will sleep in the bed- one of us will have to sleep on the floor." She looked at Ron, making it clear to him who she expected to sleep where.
"Fine," he muttered. "Look, I'm hungry- I think I'll go to the kitchen and get some food. Do you want anything?"
"Ron." Hermione managed to utter his name calmly, but Ron thought it was a scary calm. The kind of calm you definitely wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. "Are you really going to go downstairs and make the poor elves cook you dinner, just because you were too much of a prat to eat with the students?"
He sighed. "Ok, I'll wait 'til morning. But just for you, 'Mione." He added, sweetly.
She only laughed. "Sure, Ron. I believe you." But she lay awake for hours afterwards, privately wishing that he had been telling the truth. She also (although she would never admit this, not even to herself) wished that he was not on the floor, but next to her, so that she could have fallen asleep in his arms.
Meanwhile, next to her on the floor, a very hungry Ron was musing over his relationship with Hermione. He was continually making fun of her, and she frequently felt it necessary to call him a prat. At the same time, she was the one person who continually amazed him, and the only one who ever made him feel as good as he had that night. When she had jumped into his arms he'd wanted to melt. Not that it had meant anything to her, of course. She had probably just been excited that they were a step closer in finding Harry. He rolled over, trying to suppress the one thing that kept him from sleeping.
The wish that he was in that bed right now, with his 'Mione next to him, asleep in his arms.
~~*~~**~~*~~
The next morning Ron and Hermione walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Dumbledore met them at the entrance.
"I trust you both got a good nights sleep?" He asked.
"Oh, yes." Hermione was clearly lying through her teeth.
"I know there was only one bed but I felt sure the two of you would just magic another one up." Hermione resisted the urge to smack herself. "Of course we did, professor." She barely got that out through her gritted teeth. Ron just stood there, shocked by his own stupidity.
After breakfast, Ron ventured up to the Gryffindor common room. It was the only one he had left to check. He looked around for a while, but when his efforts proved fruitless he settled himself on the couch. Eventually he heard a tapping at the window.
Probably an owl with a letter for a student. He smiled to himself, thinking about all of the letters he and his friends had received over the years. Some bad, but mostly they were good. The tapping continued, and Ron realized that he was the only one left in the room. He got up and walked over to the window, letting the poor bird in. He was incredibly surprised when the owl dropped the letter in his lap, and then exited the same way it had come. Ron tore open the letter, and read it only once, before he began to sprint through the castle, screaming Hermione's name.
He scared quite a few of the younger students until the older ones explained to them that Ron was a Weasley. The peculiar habits of members of that family were legendary at Hogwarts.
Hermione heard Ron scream her name and went running into the hallway. "Ron, what is it?"
"I've got it- the next note, come on!"
She ran over to him, unfolded the piece of parchment, and read it to herself.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Many animals did dwell here
Often you and your friends did too
There is one person you could ask
To help you solve this clue
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Hermione looked at Ron with a confused expression on her face. "Could it be the common room? We all had pets, you know."
Ron glared at her impatiently. "No! Read the clue. It says many animals. And there is a person there. It has to be Hagrid's cabin!"
Hermione looked up at Ron in wonderment. Unfortunately, she didn't look long, since he had already begun dragging her towards the cabin.
Ron knocked on the door impatiently, as fast and hard as he could, until Hagrid opened the door. The pair rushed into the cabin, and began searching everywhere for a clue.
"Of course!" Hermione suddenly explained.
A very confused Hagrid was sitting down, lost as to what the two were doing. "Of course what? What the heck is going on, Hermione?"
"Don't you remember, Ron? Our first year- what happened in the cabin?"
Ron mouthed only one word. "Norbert." He ran to where Hermione was pointing, a large picture hanging on the wall of the cabin. It was a picture of Hagrid and the baby dragon, obviously before it had been sent of to Romania with Charlie.
"Oh, no." He groaned. "Not again." Near the bottom of the picture, tucked into the frame, was another piece of parchment.
Whew- ok, I'm done with the second chapter, finally. Now, since you're at the bottom of the screen you've obviously read my story so far. The only thing left for you to do is. review! Please- it's my life force. At least, it could be my life force if sugar cubes didn't exist. Review and I'll luv you forever, I swear!
Chapter 2
Ron turned to face the door of Harry's flat. He gaped at it for a moment before he finally gained the courage to knock. Tentatively at first, but then he began to pound on it.
"Harry!" He screamed his best friend's name over and over, but no one came. He didn't stop until Hermione physically pulled him away.
"He's not there, Ron- we'll have to get in somehow." Ron saw the worried look on her face, and realized what a prat he was being.
"Ok, I'll try to break down the door." He said this heroically, but Hermione couldn't resist the smile that crept upon her face.
As Ron slammed against the door she searched her purse, eventually retrieving a bobby pin. "Here, get out of my way, will you? You look like some kind of fish." Ron was smacking his body up against the door, looking a lot like a fish swimming up river.
Hermione efficiently picked the lock, leaving an openmouthed Ron to weakly mutter, "Bloody hell," under his breath.
Ron entered the apartment with baited breath. He had no idea what he would find. Fortunately, Hermione seemed to have kept a clear head. "You search the kitchen, and his bedroom, I'll do the others."
He readily obeyed her orders, walked into the kitchen, and began to open the cabinets and drawers.
~~*~~**~~*~~
Hermione wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. She'd been searching Harry's apartment for nearly an hour. She had yet to find a thing. His living room was empty, except for a few pieces of furniture, and a desk filled with pictures of her, Harry, and Ron. She was about to give up hope- who said the clue was in his flat anyway? Then she heard Ron call out.
"'Mione! 'Mione, come here- I've got it!" She went sprinting into Harry's bedroom, where Ron was currently searching. He was holding an envelope. "It was on his bed, I just saw it!"
"Well, open it, you git!" Hermione shrunk back when she realized what she had said in her excitement, but Ron hadn't noticed. He was busy tearing open the letter. He began to read out loud.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
The secret lies in Hogwarts clues that you know from the past
Search your memory for objects that have helped your friendship last
To start you out here's clue number one: This place helped hold you together
If you don't figure this one out, Potter will be mine forever
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Hermione's face was a slate of emotion as Ron read the letter. She managed to look confused, scared, angry, and quizzical, all in about 30 seconds.
Ron, however, just looked angry.
"Bloody hell- this is just like that muggle show, Batman! I'm not solving some bloody riddle in order to find him! This is ridiculous! I mean, what kind of prat wrote this- it's not even original!" He was livid, and Hermione didn't think he was going to calm down anytime soon.
"Ron- shhhh, Ron- calm down. Stop it! Please try to think rationally." Her voice drowned out as Ron's overpowered it.
"Think rationally? Rationally?!?" He was now screaming. "While some madman has Harry, you want me to think rationally!? Don't you even care?" Hermione tried to hide the hurt in her voice.
"I do care, Ron- I just would rather do something about it, and try to get him back." She bit her lip. "He was my best friend too, you know."
Ron stopped. He grabbed her arm gently, pulling her up next to him on the bed he was sitting on.
"'Mione, I'm sorry." He couldn't believe what he'd said to her. "I know you care, I'm just upset- I don't know what to do, and without Harry- "
"I know, Ron." Hermione cut in. She leaned on his arm. "Let me see the letter- then we can decide what to do- maybe there really is a clue."
He handed her the sheet of paper, and her eyes opened wide. "Well, it's obvious, isn't it? We need to go back to Hogwarts."
Ron looked at her. "Are you sure? What about everything else it says- what about the place that held us together?"
"Well. that could be Hogwarts too, and if it's something else, I guess we'll find out when we get there."
"I guess it's settled then." Ron stood up. "It's time to go back."
~~*~~**~~*~~
They took the train. As they walked towards Platform 9 ¾, Hermione frowned. It felt good to be going back- she had amazing memories from her seven years at Hogwarts. But to be going because Harry had been kidnapped was not an ideal situation.
The pair settled into an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Hermione promptly fell asleep on Ron's shoulder. He wasn't surprised. She was more upset than he was about Harry's disappearance, and he didn't think she'd gotten much sleep.
Unfortunately it had taken him a while to notice, since he'd spent so much time grieving to himself. He'd completely forgotten that she was probably hurting too.
He looked down at the frizzy brown hair covering his arm. He was such a prat! Ron still couldn't believe what he had said to her. Only a heartless jerk would have told her that she didn't care, when her face clearly expressed pain with everything she did.
Ron sighed. He'd have to apologize- but he couldn't now, not while she was sleeping. Sleeping. That really didn't seem like a bad idea. He yawned only once, and then followed Hemione's example.
When they arrived at Hogwarts they went straight to Dumbledore's office. Naturally, the man was excited to see two of his favorite alumni, and pleased to accommodate them however he could. However, when he asked where the third member of the trio was, one of his former students nearly broke down.
Hermione quickly explained what had happened while Dumbledore tried to calm Ron down. He asked her what they would need, and Ron composed himself enough to answer.
"We need to search the school. Look around, ask a few questions. Maybe a teacher has seen something, or one of the students. We'll report any progress to you." He then coolly exited the room.
Hermione looked at Dumbledore apologetically. "I'm sorry- he thinks he's James Bond or something. We'll talk to you later." She followed Ron's tracks, leaving Dumbledore to sit and ponder how little they had changed.
They searched the castle for hours. They looked in all of the main rooms, along with the Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin common rooms. Ron was so determined that someone in Slytherin, mainly Snape, had some part in the kidnapping that he searched their dorms for 2 hours straight.
Hermione met with all of the teachers, and checked the Great Hall. After hours of searching she still hadn't found a thing. She sighed in frustration and headed towards the main staircase, where she was supposed to meet Ron.
She found him talking with Dumbledore at the bottom of the steps. He seemed to be in a much better mood.
"Hello, 'Mione!" He greeted her enthusiastically.
"Did you find something? What's going on?" She was rather confused as to his strange behavior.
"The headmaster is going to give us a room, so that we can stay here and search as long as we need to." He linked her arm in his. "Lets go- I'll show you where it is. We should hurry so we can get a good night's rest- we have a lot of searching to do tomorrow."
"If you need anything, I'm sure Dobby would be delighted to help you out." Dumbledore called after them. Hermione, who was still shocked by Ron's strange behavior and changed mood, meekly allowed herself to be led upstairs. For a while anyway. Eventually Ron stopped walking, and she began.
"You know, I really need to start up S.P.E.W. again. Dobby shouldn't be delighted to help us out- he should be doing something for himself, and- "
She stopped when she noticed the twinkle in Ron's eyes, along with the smile he was trying to hold back. "Ronald Weasley! Is something funny? I didn't think so! And when are we going to get to our room!?!"
Ron pointed out that they had been stopped for at least five minutes, since she apparently hadn't noticed.
"Oh." Hermione looked up at the door in front of them, trying to stop herself from blushing. "What's the password then?"
"Harry Potter." He said grimly. The door swung open and she turned to face Ron, who was entering the room.
"Why are you so excited, anyway? What happened that I don't know about? You were in such a bad mood before, and- what are you doing?"
Ron was looking down at his hands, where he was counting with his fingers. "I was actually seeing how many questions you could ask in five minutes. At the rate you're going, you're going to beat Ginny's record!"
"And," he continued, "If you must know, Dumbledore has a book he's going to try to find for us. He made it with Hagrid for Harry's birthday this year. The book is filled with pictures of the three of us during our seven years at Hogwarts." Seeing the confused look on her face he elaborated. "Don't you get it? The first clue said that the secret lay in Hogwarts clues. We have to search our memory for things that happened when we went here. Maybe the book will help!"
"Ron- you're a genius!" Hermione was so excited she forgot her anger and threw her arms around Ron. She looked up at him, expecting to see him basking in his praise. However, he had a strange look on his face, like he was going to be sick.
"Ron, what is it?" She asked. Seeing that he was facing the room, she turned around. The first thing she noticed was obviously the same thing Ron had.
There was only one bed in the room.
~~*~~**~~*~~
Hermione let go of Ron, and distanced herself as far as she possibly could in the small room. "Maybe. Maybe Dumbledore had the wrong idea, you know, since we came without Harry."
Ron was still looking in shock at the king size bed in the center of the room. As much as he would have liked to use it. No. He couldn't be having those thoughts, not about Hermione. He was so befuddled by the thought that it took him a moment to respond. "Well, 'Mione, he was obviously wrong, so what are we going to do?"
"One- " her breath caught, "One of us will sleep in the bed- one of us will have to sleep on the floor." She looked at Ron, making it clear to him who she expected to sleep where.
"Fine," he muttered. "Look, I'm hungry- I think I'll go to the kitchen and get some food. Do you want anything?"
"Ron." Hermione managed to utter his name calmly, but Ron thought it was a scary calm. The kind of calm you definitely wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. "Are you really going to go downstairs and make the poor elves cook you dinner, just because you were too much of a prat to eat with the students?"
He sighed. "Ok, I'll wait 'til morning. But just for you, 'Mione." He added, sweetly.
She only laughed. "Sure, Ron. I believe you." But she lay awake for hours afterwards, privately wishing that he had been telling the truth. She also (although she would never admit this, not even to herself) wished that he was not on the floor, but next to her, so that she could have fallen asleep in his arms.
Meanwhile, next to her on the floor, a very hungry Ron was musing over his relationship with Hermione. He was continually making fun of her, and she frequently felt it necessary to call him a prat. At the same time, she was the one person who continually amazed him, and the only one who ever made him feel as good as he had that night. When she had jumped into his arms he'd wanted to melt. Not that it had meant anything to her, of course. She had probably just been excited that they were a step closer in finding Harry. He rolled over, trying to suppress the one thing that kept him from sleeping.
The wish that he was in that bed right now, with his 'Mione next to him, asleep in his arms.
~~*~~**~~*~~
The next morning Ron and Hermione walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Dumbledore met them at the entrance.
"I trust you both got a good nights sleep?" He asked.
"Oh, yes." Hermione was clearly lying through her teeth.
"I know there was only one bed but I felt sure the two of you would just magic another one up." Hermione resisted the urge to smack herself. "Of course we did, professor." She barely got that out through her gritted teeth. Ron just stood there, shocked by his own stupidity.
After breakfast, Ron ventured up to the Gryffindor common room. It was the only one he had left to check. He looked around for a while, but when his efforts proved fruitless he settled himself on the couch. Eventually he heard a tapping at the window.
Probably an owl with a letter for a student. He smiled to himself, thinking about all of the letters he and his friends had received over the years. Some bad, but mostly they were good. The tapping continued, and Ron realized that he was the only one left in the room. He got up and walked over to the window, letting the poor bird in. He was incredibly surprised when the owl dropped the letter in his lap, and then exited the same way it had come. Ron tore open the letter, and read it only once, before he began to sprint through the castle, screaming Hermione's name.
He scared quite a few of the younger students until the older ones explained to them that Ron was a Weasley. The peculiar habits of members of that family were legendary at Hogwarts.
Hermione heard Ron scream her name and went running into the hallway. "Ron, what is it?"
"I've got it- the next note, come on!"
She ran over to him, unfolded the piece of parchment, and read it to herself.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Many animals did dwell here
Often you and your friends did too
There is one person you could ask
To help you solve this clue
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Hermione looked at Ron with a confused expression on her face. "Could it be the common room? We all had pets, you know."
Ron glared at her impatiently. "No! Read the clue. It says many animals. And there is a person there. It has to be Hagrid's cabin!"
Hermione looked up at Ron in wonderment. Unfortunately, she didn't look long, since he had already begun dragging her towards the cabin.
Ron knocked on the door impatiently, as fast and hard as he could, until Hagrid opened the door. The pair rushed into the cabin, and began searching everywhere for a clue.
"Of course!" Hermione suddenly explained.
A very confused Hagrid was sitting down, lost as to what the two were doing. "Of course what? What the heck is going on, Hermione?"
"Don't you remember, Ron? Our first year- what happened in the cabin?"
Ron mouthed only one word. "Norbert." He ran to where Hermione was pointing, a large picture hanging on the wall of the cabin. It was a picture of Hagrid and the baby dragon, obviously before it had been sent of to Romania with Charlie.
"Oh, no." He groaned. "Not again." Near the bottom of the picture, tucked into the frame, was another piece of parchment.
Whew- ok, I'm done with the second chapter, finally. Now, since you're at the bottom of the screen you've obviously read my story so far. The only thing left for you to do is. review! Please- it's my life force. At least, it could be my life force if sugar cubes didn't exist. Review and I'll luv you forever, I swear!
