Hey guys! So here's chapter number 3! All I will say is please read the note at the bottom. Other than that, enjoy! J
Love always, Jess xx
"What's your name?"
The boy with the ginger locks stayed quiet. Harry couldn't decide if he was relieved or more upset. He and Hermione had battled with the boys screaming for over an hour, finally getting him to calm down. It worked for a while until Harry and Hermione go their hearing back, but now the boy wouldn't talk. It was like he'd used up all his voice when screaming, now his throat was refusing to let him make a sound. He just sat there, staring at the far wall, past Harry and Hermione.
Harry decided to plead some more. "Please tell us, we can't help you if we don't know your name" He paused. "My name's Harry and this is Hermione". Harry motioned over to the girl sat in the corner of the room, looking at the boy with a look made up of annoyance and confusion. It was a strange look for her, almost as if she was analysing him, trying to figure him out, crack him open so she could read him. Her expression must have scares the boy because he looked up at her and immediately put his head in his hands and started crying again.
Harry glared at Hermione and she responded with a huff of annoyance and turned away. She was a nice girl, if you got to know her. But despite her age and small frame, Harry bets she could kill with the looks she could sometimes give. And that was when she was angry.
Despite Hermione's annoyed huffs, He wasn't giving up that easily. "Please don't cry, it's all going to be-"
"Oh, for goodness sake! How long have we been at this for?" Harry whirled around to see Hermione's face flushed red and her stare aimed directly at him. He was wrong, if looks could kill, he would be dead within seconds. "He's clearly not going to talk to you if you keep dancing around him like that! He just wants attention!"
Harry froze in shock. "He's just a boy! I was like this when I first arrived, I'm sure you were too. We're not all perfect you know"
She started to walk towards us, her icy stare fixed on him the whole time. As she drew closer, he whimpered and made a move to go backwards but was blocked by the wall. Harry was about to stop her and whatever idea she had planned, but she help a hand up to silence him as she walked past.
"Don't say a thing" she hissed.
She marched up to the boy and looked down at him through the thick and curly strands of her hair. She narrowed her eyes and pointed her finger at him. "You better start talking. We have been here much longer than you have. We're not traumatized, we know how hard it was the first time we came in here. But I was on my own and Harry had only me. You can imagine I wasn't very sympathetic. Now you have both of us, Harry has been much too patient with you, but I swear, if you don't start talking, you will see my angry side!"
The boy whimpered and Harry thought that was it. She's done it now, he'll never talk to us again. Well, that worked well. Just when he was getting somewhere. He was sure the boy was about to open up.
"Ron"
Harry spun his head round towards the source of the squeaky voice, the boy sat on the floor next to Hermione who had a triumphant look on her face. His mouth dropped open in disbelief. He'd been working for him with at least an hour to get him to open up, Hermione was with him 10 seconds!
Hermione didn't stop there though. "Ron who?"
"Weasley. Ron Weasley"
"Are you a muggle?"
Ron widened his eyes. "Your wizards and witches too? Dad said it was secret! You can't just blurt things out like that!"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous. Besides, if you were a muggle, you wouldn't know what the term 'muggle' meant anyway. As far as you know, muggles could be a new political party"
"Well be glad for your sake I am born of magic blood"
Hermione huffed in response. "What was the last thing you remember, Ron?"
Ron paused a moment, squinting his eyes as if he was digging out an old memory. "I was packing to go to Hogwarts, but by the time we got to the train station the portal for platform 9 ¾ had closed. We missed the train"
Harry and Hermione looked at each other in confusion but Ron didn't seem to notice and carried on. "My Dad said we could get to Hogwarts in his flying car-"
"Flying car?!" Harry was stunned, he'd never heard of such things! Hermione just rolled her eyes and motioned for Ron to carry on.
"The car journey was going fine, my dad even gave me one of these sweets Dumbledore had invented. I get really travel sick and this sweet took it away in seconds!"
"I had one of them sweets too! On the train" Harry smiled
"So did I" Hermione admitted. Something flashed across her eyes that looked like confusion but it was gone within seconds and we were back to Ron's story.
"Anyway, part of the way there our car started spinning and I saw black swirls out of the window. The car went dark, almost like these things had submerged us. The car started shaking and the next thing I knew we were falling. My Dad tried to stat it again but we both knew it was no use"
Ron started choking up, jerking his head around and clenching his fists.
"Just as we were about to hit the ground, I felt something grab me by the shoulders and yank me out the car window. It all happened so fast! The last thing I remember seeing was the car-" He started to cry. "My dad! He was in the car when it hit the ground! It exploded seconds afterwards!" Ron's face suddenly filled with the shock and realisation. Harry and Hermione knew what was coming but knew they couldn't do anything to change what their new friend was about to remember.
"My dad" Ron whispered between sobs "He's dead"
So there you go guys, you've now had a little insight to our favourite trio. All are in the bunker, but don't worry! Lots more action to come soon! Plus maybe some more characters? ;)
Anyway, sorry it's only one chapter this weekend, something came up this week that I've been struggling to deal with and haven't had much motivation or been in the right state of mind to write in the past few days. Thought I'd give this chapter a go today, and it's certainly helped take my mind off things. Thank you to those that review, follow and favourite, it really means a lot and encourages me to keep on writing J
Love always, Jess xx