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Sirius led Hermione into the headmaster's office and shut the door. Dumbledore's face held an extremely grave expression.
"I konw you're probably tired of me asking, but Hermione, I need to konw what happened."
Hermione told the the story, until she came to the part where she and Harry had slept together. 'I should tell him,' she thought 'but, then his of opnion of me might be....well lower." Deciding against it, she said:
"We both flopped down on the bed, and just lay there for a while, eventually falling asleep. When I woke up.......he was gone."
Sirius sighed. "Is it just me, Dumbledore, or are all the Potters, well, extremely ignorant?"
The old man's eyes had lost their glint and his face was edged with worry. "Yes it does seem that way. Well start a search party. Sirius, call Remus, Arabella, Mundungus, the rest of the crowd. This is more important that what they're working on now." He picked up him wand and conjured up a goblet. "Get some sleep Hermione. One of us will check on you in the morning. This potion will help." Then, smiling weakly, he added, "We'll find him, Hermione. I promise."
She shuffled out of the room, carrying her goblet. Closing the door behind her she flopped down on Harry's bed, careful not to spill the fizzy potion. "Sirius is right." she said out loud to herself. "Harry is the most ignorant asshole I've ever met! The only problem is I'm in love with him." She felt like crying, but she couldn't. Her tears wre all used up. She swallowed her potion, the fizz tickling her throat. She immediatly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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"Dumbledore, this is getting really complicated. We have to find Harry. Now."
Albus Dumbledore had his head in his hands. "I know,Sirius, I know. What we need is.... Divination!"
"Divination? Dumbledore, you gotta be kidding! I took it, and It was nothing but a hoax. I think even you would have enough sense not to trust this to Trewlawney, and the only people in our group who took it and were any good at it were Lily, Krista and Arabella. There is a leeeeeetle problem though. Lily was murdered, Krista's insane and Arabella's off looking for Harry!!"
"Sirius, calm down! We'll call for Arabella."
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"Sirius, please!"
"I don't know Hermione, I mean I don't know if Dumbledore will-"
"Sirius!" Hermione whined. "It's two days before Christmas, Harry's still missing, I haven't seen any civilisation except for you and Dumbledore for I don't know how long, and even though you guys are very nice, I'd like to see my best friend for Christmas!!! I don't care who, but someone has to drag their butt over to the Burrow and pick him up! I'm going stir crazy alone!!!"
He was surprised at how loud Hermione could be when she was mad, but still had a doubtful look on his face. But then she had an Idea.
"Sirius" she said, lowering her voice to normal volume. "What would you do, if you were locked away at Christmas, knowing everyone else was having a good time? What would you do if you couldn't play pranks on Snape with the other marauders? How would you feel-"
"Okay! Okay! You've got me convinced, but Dumbledore may not be so sure. I'll see If he''l let Ron sisit you for one or two days."
"Thank you!" she said, jumping up to give him a hug.
"You're welcome. I have to talk to Dumbledore, and I'm sure you have lts of work to catch up on." he peered over at the desk in the corner, laughing at Hermione's expression.
"Oh my God! I forgot to do my homework, in the midst of everything! I'm going to fail my exams and-"
"Hermione, if anyone fails, it won't be you. Believe me. If what Harry tells me is true, you don't even need to study."
And with that he left her to frantically try to catch up.
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"Hermione?"
"Ron, I'll be there in sec, I just have-" and that's when she realized she wasn't in the commun room studying. She hadn't even heard Ron come in. She jumped up and hugged Ron, a big smile on her face.
"Merry Christmas" he said, smiling back.
"Ron, you don't know how happy I am to see you! I'm going stir crazy in here by myself. I'm starting to feel very clausterphobic."
He looked at the pile of papers she had just been working on. "Looks just like same old Herm to me. Doing homework twenty-four seven."
She smiled sheepishly. "I haven't been doing it actually. This is going to take me forever."
"Well, I'm staying here until the end of Christmas holidays, and I'm going to make sure it doesn't get done."
"Well, I guess I'll have to give you a tour."
She led him through the rooms. The bathroom, kitchenette, stting room, and finally, the study.
"Wow, Herm." he said as he gazed at the shelves of books. "If you were in a better mood, you'd be in here tewnty-four seven reading!"
But Hermione wasn't listening. "look,Ron!"
There on the table was the album Harry had fallen asleep on. "Let's take a look."
They left the study, and Hermione ran to the kitchen for a bag of chips. When she returned they opened the album.
The book was full of pictures of them. Harry had obviously made it himself, but neither Ron nor Hermione knew how he got all the pictures.
"Look Herm! It's when you gave Harry the looking glass, so when he was stuck with the Dursleys he could watch us!"
Her face suddenly lit up. "oh my god Ron! I... I have a looking glass too!"
"That means..."
"We'll be able to see where Harry is!"
She jumped off the bed and opened her trunk. Robes, socks, underwear, bras (Ron's eyes widen, but he returns to earth, remembering the reason there's lingerie flying through the air), books, quills, parchment and other paraphanelia flew through the year as Hermione searched frantically for the looking glass.
Finally, she found it. It was a star-shaped prism, about as big as her hand, it remained clear for now, and the light reflected off it.
"Remember to speak to it in rhyme" said Ron.
"She thought for a moment and gripping it tightly in her hand, said:
"Show me the one that I would marry, show me the green-eyed boy named Harry."
The prism was clear no longer. It was now misty, and looked liked shifting fog. Finally, the picture appered. Hermione gasped. There sat Harry, on a tree branch, shivering in the wind and rain. He was also gripping a looking glass, but was not looking into it. Instead he was looking off into the distance, tears streaming down his face. He then started to cough violently.
"He's sick again, Ron. We've got to tell Dumbledore before he kills himself."
They started banging on the adjacent wall to Dumbledore's office like Hermione had done before. But to their suprise, it wasn't Sirius or Dumbledore who came. Instead, it was a tall blond woman wearing midnight blue robes.
"Ron, Hermione, what's wrong?"
"Who are you?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"I'm Arabella Figg. I was Harry and Ron's parents friends at Hogwarts. I'm helping to find Harry."
Hermione somehow knew she wasn't lying. "I totally forgot about this until now. Harry and I both have looking glasses. I know they're very rare, but I found them and gave him the other." She then thrust the prism into Arabella's hand. "He doesn't look very good."
"This will help a lot. May I borrow it?"
Hermione nodded.
"Don't worry you guys. We will find him." And with that Arabella left them alone once again.
"I hope so" said Ron. "I hope so."
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Harry landed his broom in a large tree. He was shivering, and his head ached. He was getting sick again. He wrapped his cloak tighter around himself and pulled the looking glass out, but his vision had started to blur and his breathing difficult. He started to cry.
"Why didn't I stay? Why didn't I trust her?" And then he remembered. To save her. But he would never survive without the rest of his stuff. He mounted his broom again with difficulty. He had to go back. To get his stuff, and to say goodbye to her one last time. Little did he know, he was being watched.
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Ron and Hermione had stayed up late talking and drinking cocoa, wrapped in a blanket. They had finally fell asleep on Harry's bed, huddled close together for warmth.
Harry climbed back in through the window. He was weak and fell to the floor, his head pounding. And that's when he saw it. Hermione. Ron. In bed. He clumsily stood up. At this point he was not thinking rationally, what with the returning fever and the depression. He started yelling.
"Hermione how could you! I'm trying to- Why him? Answer me bitch! You've been cheating on me with him!!! What fuck areyou doing, in bed, with Ron?!!!"
They two were jolted from sleep. "Harry!" Ron yelled back. "It's not what you think! We just fell-"
"Just fell into bed with each other! Ron, you bastard, I thought you were my friend!!" But then he started to sway. He was too weak
Oh, man this just keeps getting more complicated huh? heehee!
Thanx to Nice,(yes, Harry is very ignorant!), Lady Callie, The Game, Demon_child, darktemplar and Hahaha for their reviews in the last part!
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~Danie
Sirius led Hermione into the headmaster's office and shut the door. Dumbledore's face held an extremely grave expression.
"I konw you're probably tired of me asking, but Hermione, I need to konw what happened."
Hermione told the the story, until she came to the part where she and Harry had slept together. 'I should tell him,' she thought 'but, then his of opnion of me might be....well lower." Deciding against it, she said:
"We both flopped down on the bed, and just lay there for a while, eventually falling asleep. When I woke up.......he was gone."
Sirius sighed. "Is it just me, Dumbledore, or are all the Potters, well, extremely ignorant?"
The old man's eyes had lost their glint and his face was edged with worry. "Yes it does seem that way. Well start a search party. Sirius, call Remus, Arabella, Mundungus, the rest of the crowd. This is more important that what they're working on now." He picked up him wand and conjured up a goblet. "Get some sleep Hermione. One of us will check on you in the morning. This potion will help." Then, smiling weakly, he added, "We'll find him, Hermione. I promise."
She shuffled out of the room, carrying her goblet. Closing the door behind her she flopped down on Harry's bed, careful not to spill the fizzy potion. "Sirius is right." she said out loud to herself. "Harry is the most ignorant asshole I've ever met! The only problem is I'm in love with him." She felt like crying, but she couldn't. Her tears wre all used up. She swallowed her potion, the fizz tickling her throat. She immediatly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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"Dumbledore, this is getting really complicated. We have to find Harry. Now."
Albus Dumbledore had his head in his hands. "I know,Sirius, I know. What we need is.... Divination!"
"Divination? Dumbledore, you gotta be kidding! I took it, and It was nothing but a hoax. I think even you would have enough sense not to trust this to Trewlawney, and the only people in our group who took it and were any good at it were Lily, Krista and Arabella. There is a leeeeeetle problem though. Lily was murdered, Krista's insane and Arabella's off looking for Harry!!"
"Sirius, calm down! We'll call for Arabella."
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"Sirius, please!"
"I don't know Hermione, I mean I don't know if Dumbledore will-"
"Sirius!" Hermione whined. "It's two days before Christmas, Harry's still missing, I haven't seen any civilisation except for you and Dumbledore for I don't know how long, and even though you guys are very nice, I'd like to see my best friend for Christmas!!! I don't care who, but someone has to drag their butt over to the Burrow and pick him up! I'm going stir crazy alone!!!"
He was surprised at how loud Hermione could be when she was mad, but still had a doubtful look on his face. But then she had an Idea.
"Sirius" she said, lowering her voice to normal volume. "What would you do, if you were locked away at Christmas, knowing everyone else was having a good time? What would you do if you couldn't play pranks on Snape with the other marauders? How would you feel-"
"Okay! Okay! You've got me convinced, but Dumbledore may not be so sure. I'll see If he''l let Ron sisit you for one or two days."
"Thank you!" she said, jumping up to give him a hug.
"You're welcome. I have to talk to Dumbledore, and I'm sure you have lts of work to catch up on." he peered over at the desk in the corner, laughing at Hermione's expression.
"Oh my God! I forgot to do my homework, in the midst of everything! I'm going to fail my exams and-"
"Hermione, if anyone fails, it won't be you. Believe me. If what Harry tells me is true, you don't even need to study."
And with that he left her to frantically try to catch up.
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"Hermione?"
"Ron, I'll be there in sec, I just have-" and that's when she realized she wasn't in the commun room studying. She hadn't even heard Ron come in. She jumped up and hugged Ron, a big smile on her face.
"Merry Christmas" he said, smiling back.
"Ron, you don't know how happy I am to see you! I'm going stir crazy in here by myself. I'm starting to feel very clausterphobic."
He looked at the pile of papers she had just been working on. "Looks just like same old Herm to me. Doing homework twenty-four seven."
She smiled sheepishly. "I haven't been doing it actually. This is going to take me forever."
"Well, I'm staying here until the end of Christmas holidays, and I'm going to make sure it doesn't get done."
"Well, I guess I'll have to give you a tour."
She led him through the rooms. The bathroom, kitchenette, stting room, and finally, the study.
"Wow, Herm." he said as he gazed at the shelves of books. "If you were in a better mood, you'd be in here tewnty-four seven reading!"
But Hermione wasn't listening. "look,Ron!"
There on the table was the album Harry had fallen asleep on. "Let's take a look."
They left the study, and Hermione ran to the kitchen for a bag of chips. When she returned they opened the album.
The book was full of pictures of them. Harry had obviously made it himself, but neither Ron nor Hermione knew how he got all the pictures.
"Look Herm! It's when you gave Harry the looking glass, so when he was stuck with the Dursleys he could watch us!"
Her face suddenly lit up. "oh my god Ron! I... I have a looking glass too!"
"That means..."
"We'll be able to see where Harry is!"
She jumped off the bed and opened her trunk. Robes, socks, underwear, bras (Ron's eyes widen, but he returns to earth, remembering the reason there's lingerie flying through the air), books, quills, parchment and other paraphanelia flew through the year as Hermione searched frantically for the looking glass.
Finally, she found it. It was a star-shaped prism, about as big as her hand, it remained clear for now, and the light reflected off it.
"Remember to speak to it in rhyme" said Ron.
"She thought for a moment and gripping it tightly in her hand, said:
"Show me the one that I would marry, show me the green-eyed boy named Harry."
The prism was clear no longer. It was now misty, and looked liked shifting fog. Finally, the picture appered. Hermione gasped. There sat Harry, on a tree branch, shivering in the wind and rain. He was also gripping a looking glass, but was not looking into it. Instead he was looking off into the distance, tears streaming down his face. He then started to cough violently.
"He's sick again, Ron. We've got to tell Dumbledore before he kills himself."
They started banging on the adjacent wall to Dumbledore's office like Hermione had done before. But to their suprise, it wasn't Sirius or Dumbledore who came. Instead, it was a tall blond woman wearing midnight blue robes.
"Ron, Hermione, what's wrong?"
"Who are you?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"I'm Arabella Figg. I was Harry and Ron's parents friends at Hogwarts. I'm helping to find Harry."
Hermione somehow knew she wasn't lying. "I totally forgot about this until now. Harry and I both have looking glasses. I know they're very rare, but I found them and gave him the other." She then thrust the prism into Arabella's hand. "He doesn't look very good."
"This will help a lot. May I borrow it?"
Hermione nodded.
"Don't worry you guys. We will find him." And with that Arabella left them alone once again.
"I hope so" said Ron. "I hope so."
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Harry landed his broom in a large tree. He was shivering, and his head ached. He was getting sick again. He wrapped his cloak tighter around himself and pulled the looking glass out, but his vision had started to blur and his breathing difficult. He started to cry.
"Why didn't I stay? Why didn't I trust her?" And then he remembered. To save her. But he would never survive without the rest of his stuff. He mounted his broom again with difficulty. He had to go back. To get his stuff, and to say goodbye to her one last time. Little did he know, he was being watched.
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Ron and Hermione had stayed up late talking and drinking cocoa, wrapped in a blanket. They had finally fell asleep on Harry's bed, huddled close together for warmth.
Harry climbed back in through the window. He was weak and fell to the floor, his head pounding. And that's when he saw it. Hermione. Ron. In bed. He clumsily stood up. At this point he was not thinking rationally, what with the returning fever and the depression. He started yelling.
"Hermione how could you! I'm trying to- Why him? Answer me bitch! You've been cheating on me with him!!! What fuck areyou doing, in bed, with Ron?!!!"
They two were jolted from sleep. "Harry!" Ron yelled back. "It's not what you think! We just fell-"
"Just fell into bed with each other! Ron, you bastard, I thought you were my friend!!" But then he started to sway. He was too weak
Oh, man this just keeps getting more complicated huh? heehee!
Thanx to Nice,(yes, Harry is very ignorant!), Lady Callie, The Game, Demon_child, darktemplar and Hahaha for their reviews in the last part!
Review pleez!
~Danie