A/N: When I started this series I promised myself that I wasn't going to beg for reviews. But I have only gotten ten reviews for three parts! So *gets down on knees, puts hand together, and sticks out bottom lip* please review, I am begging you. I also would like to know if people think I should continue Harry Potter: The next generation. Enjoy the story!!!!!
Disclaimer: Most of the characters belong to J.K Rowling.
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Hazel turned around and walked back towards the apartment building. She had decided that Andy was a big boy who could take care of himself. And she thought that any search she could do would have consisted of driving up and down random streets, hoping to see him standing on the side of the road holding a big sign which read 'Help Hazel, I've been kidnapped.' Without knowing what else to do she opened the door and ran up the stairs to her living room. Sarah was standing there with her arms crossed across her chest.
"I thought you'd be back." She said, "Don't you think maybe he was using you? You have never seen his house have you? He's never given a phone number has he?"
Hazel shook her head. "I don't think that he would do that, he's not like that." She said this very softly as if she was ashamed.
"This shows how long it's been since you've been in a relationship. Men are idiots; they only care about themselves. Some are different, but most aren't. If you he was using you of course he would be nice, and pretend to care about you."
"What would he be using me for?" Her voice was getting louder as embarrassment was being replaced with anger.
"That, I can't answer. I don't know how men like that think. I'm telling you most men are idiots."
"But you seemed so happy when he asked me out." Hazel was not going to give up without a fight.
"He fooled me too. You seemed so happy, so I figured he must be ok."
"I really liked him. He reminded me of friends I used to have. I could almost…" Hazel broke off as tears started to for in her eyes. "I haven't ever told you about Harry, and Ron have I?"
"Er, no."
"Well I'll have to someday. How 'bout now?" Hazel seemed to have gotten her composure back.
"Well is it a long story?"
"Well it can be. I could tell you about every adventure ever, or I could tell you the important parts."
"Lets make it short."
"Ok. They were my best friends at school. I went to a boarding school in England. I left because…well Ron he died. He was rushing to my graduation and he died. I have urged him to get there. Scratch that. I begged him. I knew he had something important to do." Sarah was amazed at how quickly her friend's emotions changed. She'd been on the verge of tears, then happy talking about Harry and Ron, now her eyes were watering. "That's when I left England. The reason I loved Andy was that he made me really happy. I hadn't been really happy since I left England. That's why I don't want to believe that he's gone. And I really don't think he would do that. But I could be wrong." Hazel had once again changed. Her amber eyes had a determined look in them.
"Oh Honey, how come you never told me?"
"I thought that it would hurt to dwell on memories of them. I haven't seen them in six years. I thought I got over them, but when I met Andy it all came back, and yet it didn't hurt. It was almost refreshing to not have to push the thoughts to the back of my mind."
"We'll get to the bottom of this. If he doesn't turn up, either to break up or to say he's sorry, we'll go look for him. I don't know how we will but…"
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Sunday passed, then Monday. He always comes to the office to talk to her, and by the time that Thursday rolled around Hazel was sure that something was wrong. Even if he hadn't wanted to keep seeing me he would have come to see me, thought Hazel. Apart from making her happy, she hadn't had nightmare about Harry and Ron since she had met him. But when she woke up at 3 in the morning on Friday morning it was the first time she was glad she had been happy about a nightmare.
She had woken up in a cold sweat, but with an idea. I'm a witch aren't I? Part of her was saying, but the other half had a different opinion. You gave that up six years ago. Remember Ron? The first part seemed to be gaining in points though by the time she reached the cupboard she had locked her witch stuff in. When she had left England she had grabbed her old Hogwarts trunk. She took a deep breath and muttered "Alohamora." She held her breath as the lock popped open.
Her face split into a grin. I can still do it! I can still do it! After six years I can still do it. Well what did you expect? You were the cleverest witch in your year. It was in much better spirits that she dragged her truck into the hall, and then toward her bedroom. With a pause to hear if Sarah was still sleeping she pulled the truck into her bedroom and pooped open the trunk.
The truck smelled like Hogwarts, Harry and Ron all rolled together. There was the musty smell of the dungeons. The burning smell of the Gryffindor common room. The smell of peppermint and flowers of Harry. And the smell of lemons and cleaning solution from Ron. Hazel inhaled it. It brought back so many memories.
She dug through all her old stuff. Her robes, spell books (as well as other books for 'light' reading), her prefect badge, her head girl badge, her diary, her quills, parchment, ink, and everything that reminded her of Hogwarts. Questions flew through her head. Did I make the right choice? Do they miss me? Then a picture of her parents came into her head. They were sitting around her kitchen table reading a letter from Harry, about how she had disappeared. She could see the watermarks left from tears. They have no idea what happened to their little girl.
Then she saw Harry. He seemed older. His head was in his hands, shaking back and forth. I was all he had left. Ron was gone, and I left. Stop regretting, you can't go back now, not after six years.
Then her hands came to the thing she was looking for. Her wand. She could remember that day seventeen years ago that she had bought it as if it was yesterday.
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"Ahhh Miss Granger, I've been expecting you," said a man with creepy silver eyes.
"Oh."
"Now please stick out your wand arm."
Hermione held out her hand as a magical tape measure started measuring her. Mr. Ollivander had moved over to a wall that was completely concealed by the piles upon piles of wands sitting in shelves. This place gave her an eerie feeling. It was much too quite and very cramped. Mr. Ollivander came back with a large stack of wands, and had Hermione wave each one around until she found the right one. The right one happened to be ten inches, phoenix feather, and willow. She had loved that wand from the start. Willow trees were her favorite.
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Hazel let out a sign. Those years are gone she told herself. I'm just going to use a little magic to find Andy, and if he wants to break up with me then fine. But the truth was that it wasn't just a little magic. She was going to have to do a locating charm. There are several different kind of locating charms, and they are all very advanced magic, but she knew how to do them.
The most common, and easiest, kind was called the picea finus charm. This one had to do with making a potion, but the main ingredient was an object that belonged to the person, and Hazel had nothing of Andy's. She had only known him for a week. Another simpler kind was the photen finus charm. All you needed was a photo of the person, and Hazel didn't have this either. So the only choice that she had was the memorus finus one. This was the most difficult and least common, but Hazel knew she could do it. She had to summon the best memory that she had of him. Had to imagine every detail of him. Then she would say a few words, place the tip of her wand to her head, and place the tip to a map. The spot that the person was would light up. She might have to perform the charm several times on different maps; Andy could be anywhere in the world.
Hazel sat down on the bed and pulled out a book of maps that she had. The thought that came into her mind was their first kiss. She focused with every bit of concentration that she had on him, on that feeling of being with him. It sure felt good to be doing magic again.
"Memorus finus parapluie." She muttered while placing her wand tip to her temple. She could almost feel her memory go into the wand. Hazel picked up a map of the world thinking that she better get an idea of where in the world she was. She nearly gasped out loud when the area around Salem lit up. Hurrying before the spell wore off, she pulled out a map of Boston suburbs. He was in Lynn. From this map she could tell exactly what street and house he was on. He was so close why hadn't he come to see her?
"Leave it," she commanded at the map. She didn't want the dot to disappear. After changing out of her nightgown and leaving a note for Sarah telling her that she would be back before work started, Hazel headed out the door down to her jeep.
The night had a spooky feeling. It was too quiet. The sound of her jeep starting sounded out of place. Hazel drove slowly so as to not make too much noise, although she realized that this was pointless, as a slow car made almost as much noise as a fast car. As she neared the area that she had seen the dot, she pulled the map out. The dot was on 43 Main Street. The house that supposedly had Andy in it looked exactly like the other houses around it. There was no space in between it and the house next to it. All the houses had three floors, with windows that stuck out. This particular one was a dark color that she couldn't identify in the night. Hazel was relived to see that there were lights on. Taking what seemed like her hundredth deep breath that night she turned off her car, got out and walked up to the door, which she knocked on.
She could hear footsteps inside then the door opened a crack and a bright blue eye peered out. The person behind the door gave a gasp and opened it all the way.
"Hazel! What the hell are you doing here?" Andy looked as though he hadn't changed his clothes in a while. His blue eyes were full of surprise
"I think maybe I should ask you that question."
"This is where I am staying while I'm in America. How and why are you here?"
"How, I came in my car and Why, because I haven't seen you in a week. If you wanted to break up then you could have just told me instead of hiding out here."
"That's the thing Hazel I don't want to break up." His face had lost some of its surprise and she could see bags under his eyes, from lack of sleep.
"Who's at the door," came a voice from inside.
"I'll be right back," Andy called back. "Hazel, this really isn't a good time. Can I talk to you later today? Like maybe after the sun has risen. I'll call you at work. I promise."
Hazel stared into his eyes trying to read them. "Ok. You better give me an explanation about why you didn't show up for dinner on Saturday."
"I will. Bye." As Hazel turned around and walked back to her jeep she burst into tears.
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"Who was that?" asked Andy's visitor.
"That's the girl I was telling you about."
"Oh that girl." He said with a twinkle in his eyes. "Have you told her what you are?"
"No I didn't think it was important."
"Trust me its important."
"But I don't think I could stand it if I lose her. If I told her the real reason why I didn't show up for dinner, she might leave me. She was almost all I thought about this passed week, she kept me going."
"If she feels the same way about you then you have nothing to worry about."
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