Juliet Thompson Missing
The next few days were taken lightly in Godric's Hollow. Not to say that there was no caution but it was usually overruled by laughter. On the third day Ron returned back to work leaving Harry with a very much PMSing Hermione. Only his red-headed friend had discovered a way to cope with Hermione and her mood swings, but what Ron did was a mystery to Harry.
It was 1:30 PM when Harry and Hermione finally sat down for lunch, after dusting the house inside-out.
"Well, on the bright side, at least this isn't another Grimmauld's Place," said Hermione eating her sandwich.
"Yeah, but you're still a Mrs. Weasley on this house," Harry hissed under his breath, remembering the many hours of labor and cursing himself for not following Ron's example and getting a day job.
"What?" asked Hermione?
"I said, 'Yeah it um…..a lot better," said Harry.
"Didn't you say something about Mrs. Weasley?" asked Hermione raising her eyebrow at her squirmy friend.
"What? Oh! Yeah I said it was a lot better but Mrs. Weasley would still have a fit over this house," said Harry trying not to stutter.
"Oh. Okay," said Hermione returning to her lunch as Harry thanked the heavens that he didn't haven't to deal with a royally pissed off Hermione, again.
After lunch Harry went down into the basement with Hermione and his trusty duster. As they were dusting, Harry saw an ancient door behind a dresser. The door was tall thick, looked about a hundred years old, and looked rusted and sealed shut. On the door was a message Harry couldn't comprehend, so he called Hermione.
"Mione, come here and check this out,"
Hermione rushed towards the door and gazed at the writings on the door.
"Well," said Harry, anxious to know what it meant.
"It's Latin, French and Spanish rolled into one. But I think I know what it says," said Hermione slowly after awhile.
"Can you translate it?" asked Harry choosing the correct tone. For some reason her was very excited about this door. Maybe it lead to something about his parent's past or something important about Voldermort.
"It says," said Hermione, "Kings of Chaos' secrets lie here. Battling over the heart of beauty's heir,"
Harry looked at Hermione puzzled. "What could that mean?"
"I don't know Harry," said Hermione. "King of Chaos, that has to be James, Sirius, Remus and Peter. Their secrets lie here. Maybe there's pensieve inside some room, holding sacred memories. Beauty's heir? Maybe that could be your mother, Harry".
"Well there's only one way to find out," said Harry pushing the door open.
The door did not lead to a room with a pensieve. Instead it lead to a hallway with more doors.
"Well this was a good idea," snapped Hermione sarcastically. Then the door behind them slammed shut.
"Shit Harry, we're locked in," said Hermione in the dark.
"Ron really has rubbed off on you," said Harry grinning at Hermione's language.
"Lumos," said Hermione and the small amount of light reached into the neck of the tunnel but clearly nowhere near the end.
"Well, while we're stuck here, we might as well look around," said Harry lighting his wand as well.
They found out that many of the doors were sealed shut. About fifteen minutes in there Harry reached a door and too his great surprise, opened easily.
"Hermione come quick," called Harry. But that wasn't needed since the blinding light absorbed both Harry and Hermione slamming the door behind them.
Harry opened his eyes to find himself and Hermione in an unfamiliar bedroom. He gently shook Hermione awake. Harry scanned the room and his eyes rested on one of the most beautiful girls he'd seen in his life. Her hair was a radiant blond that seemed to created the color of the room, her eyes were crystal clear blue mixed with the waves of the ocean. She was no taller than Hermione and had the body of a model. But that was expected as Harry saw, judging by the many magazine with her on the cover, that she was a model. The girl was at her dresser looking into her mirror. She was wearing a sky blue strapless blue dress and crystal clear slippers. She reminded Harry of the fairy tale Cinderella.
The girl looked into the dresser and pulled out an ancient blue box. Opening the box, Harry caught a glance of a hair piece. It was Ravenclaw blue and strings of beaded pearls came from the center of the flower shaped hair piece.
"If only Albus could see me now," said the girl grinning. But suddenly her grin disappeared. Her eyes went cold as Harry glanced at Hermione, afraid that they had been discovered. The girl shut the case and cast a vanishing spell that was unfamiliar to Harry. She quickly changed out of her dress into some sweats and a jacket. She disappeared into her closet seconds before the explosion took place. Fortunately for Harry and Hermione they didn't feel the heat of the fire nor the burn for that matter. Nor did they feel any pain when they were forcefully pushed out of the room and feel fourteen feet onto Bruton and Calloway. They didn't feel any pain but they knew once they'd feel they blacked out.
Hours later Harry found himself in his room. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 9:15 PM. How long was I out?, Harry wondered as he headed down the stairs. It only seemed five minutes ago that he and 'Mione were being sucked into the blinding light into that girl's room. What had been the purpose of going there? Had it been a mistake? Thinking about all this made him wonder what happened to the girl.
In the living room, Harry saw Ron and Hermione sleeping on the couch. If only he weren't so thick headed, thought Harry sitting on the chair next to the couch. Harry saw the many Daily Prophets Ron had brought back. Only one was on the floor by the couch. Harry picked it up and glanced at the front page cover:
Juliet Thompson Missing
Wondering who Juliet Thompson was and why she was so important to get on the front cover. But Harry glanced in shock as he looked at the girl's picture.
He was looking at the same girl who was in that house.