Chapter Nine: Letters
Hermione read Ron's letter and knew immediately that Ron was deliberately avoiding the fact that neither of them had apparently heard from Harry this summer. For some reason though she couldn't get worked up about it at the moment. She just kept re-reading the letter that Ron sent her. It was so unlike him to try and comfort her. It was so. sweet.
No, its Ron, Ron is not sweet he's Ron, he's obsessed with chess, quidditch and fleur. He is most certainly not sweet.
With that she stuck the letter into the bottom of her desk drawer. With in half an hour she was reading it again. This time she decided that she had to write a reply before she went crazy.
***
Dear Ron,
I got the letter that you wrote me. Don't think you can fool me by being all cheerful to keep my mind off the fact that apparently neither of us has heard from Harry this summer.
Though it was really nice of you to try.
***
For the first time ever Hermione hesitated at the end of the letter. She would usually just write love, friend love, she finally overcome her questioning and signed it:
***
Love,
Hermione.
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Ron read the letter and smiled. It was so like her to see right through him. He had to admit that she was right. Neither of them had heard from Harry since his birthday. It had been two weeks since then.
Ron then had a brilliant idea: He could have Hermione call the Dursleys again, then they can at least yell at him if he's been holding out on them.
***
Dear Hermione,
I know, I know, I'm sorry but I really didn't want you worrying, this is Harry we are talking about he probably is just locked in something by the Muggles. But don't worry too much Harry can takecare of himself. If you are really worried you could try calling him again to see if he is there.
And remember you get here in three days and hopefully so will Harry although he hasn't really responded to my letters. So here is my brilliant plan: you should call Harry! I don't know why neither of us thought of this before. I'll see you soon
-Ron
***
He finished the letter and sent it immediately. He really wanted to hear back from her, especially because she was coming in three days.
***
Hermione read the note and felt like an idiot. Of course she could just call Harry. It was so simple. Although she would never admit to Ron that that she would ever admit to Ron that he had a good idea that she hadn't thought of first. She went downstairs and sat down next to the telephone to dial Harry's number.
"Hello" The phone was answered by a decidedly fat voice that was both greasey and squeaky at the same time.
"Hi," Hermione spoke quickly not bothering to make up some story about why she was calling. "I need to speak to Harry."
"Why would you want to do that? No one wants to talk to Harry." Hermione realized that the sing song voice coming through the phone must be that of Harry's cousin Dudley.
"Look Dudley, you either give this phone to Harry right now or I will curse you into something a lot worse then a pig."
"MOM!" There's one of them on the phone and she threatened me.
"Look," said a new voice coming on the line, "We don't want your kind calling us leave my family alone!"
"Just let me talk to Harry and I will!"
"Harry's not here, your lot took him."
"Who.?" Hermione began to ask but the phone had gone dead, she didn't think they would give her any other information no matter how official she sounded. Now she had something else on her mind: Who took Harry away, wouldn't they have been told if Harry left the Dursleys, or did someone else take him, they could have looked like someone he knew, used Polyjuice or imperious. Harry could be dead and they wouldn't know.
Hermione looked around her house expecting to see someone hiding behind the sofa. She was being ridiculous, she was going crazy, there was no point in freaking out yet. Tomorrow she leaves for the Burrow she can talk to Ron and Mr. Weasely then.
Hermione read Ron's letter and knew immediately that Ron was deliberately avoiding the fact that neither of them had apparently heard from Harry this summer. For some reason though she couldn't get worked up about it at the moment. She just kept re-reading the letter that Ron sent her. It was so unlike him to try and comfort her. It was so. sweet.
No, its Ron, Ron is not sweet he's Ron, he's obsessed with chess, quidditch and fleur. He is most certainly not sweet.
With that she stuck the letter into the bottom of her desk drawer. With in half an hour she was reading it again. This time she decided that she had to write a reply before she went crazy.
***
Dear Ron,
I got the letter that you wrote me. Don't think you can fool me by being all cheerful to keep my mind off the fact that apparently neither of us has heard from Harry this summer.
Though it was really nice of you to try.
***
For the first time ever Hermione hesitated at the end of the letter. She would usually just write love, friend love, she finally overcome her questioning and signed it:
***
Love,
Hermione.
*********************************************************************
Ron read the letter and smiled. It was so like her to see right through him. He had to admit that she was right. Neither of them had heard from Harry since his birthday. It had been two weeks since then.
Ron then had a brilliant idea: He could have Hermione call the Dursleys again, then they can at least yell at him if he's been holding out on them.
***
Dear Hermione,
I know, I know, I'm sorry but I really didn't want you worrying, this is Harry we are talking about he probably is just locked in something by the Muggles. But don't worry too much Harry can takecare of himself. If you are really worried you could try calling him again to see if he is there.
And remember you get here in three days and hopefully so will Harry although he hasn't really responded to my letters. So here is my brilliant plan: you should call Harry! I don't know why neither of us thought of this before. I'll see you soon
-Ron
***
He finished the letter and sent it immediately. He really wanted to hear back from her, especially because she was coming in three days.
***
Hermione read the note and felt like an idiot. Of course she could just call Harry. It was so simple. Although she would never admit to Ron that that she would ever admit to Ron that he had a good idea that she hadn't thought of first. She went downstairs and sat down next to the telephone to dial Harry's number.
"Hello" The phone was answered by a decidedly fat voice that was both greasey and squeaky at the same time.
"Hi," Hermione spoke quickly not bothering to make up some story about why she was calling. "I need to speak to Harry."
"Why would you want to do that? No one wants to talk to Harry." Hermione realized that the sing song voice coming through the phone must be that of Harry's cousin Dudley.
"Look Dudley, you either give this phone to Harry right now or I will curse you into something a lot worse then a pig."
"MOM!" There's one of them on the phone and she threatened me.
"Look," said a new voice coming on the line, "We don't want your kind calling us leave my family alone!"
"Just let me talk to Harry and I will!"
"Harry's not here, your lot took him."
"Who.?" Hermione began to ask but the phone had gone dead, she didn't think they would give her any other information no matter how official she sounded. Now she had something else on her mind: Who took Harry away, wouldn't they have been told if Harry left the Dursleys, or did someone else take him, they could have looked like someone he knew, used Polyjuice or imperious. Harry could be dead and they wouldn't know.
Hermione looked around her house expecting to see someone hiding behind the sofa. She was being ridiculous, she was going crazy, there was no point in freaking out yet. Tomorrow she leaves for the Burrow she can talk to Ron and Mr. Weasely then.
