Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse
Chapter 19 Hermione's parents and the book
A.N. Cliffies sure are a pain to read, but they're fun to write! I hope you like this next chapter!!!!! R/R. What happened to Hermione's parents…
"Oh my god," gasped Mrs. Weasley.
"No!" cried Hermione, her eyes filling with tears. "No!"
She struggled for the door, but Mr. Weasley pulled her away from it.
"Hermione, there's nothing you can do," he said softly. Tears started to seep out of Hermione's eyes and she fell into Ron's arms and started sobbing uncontrollably. Ron looked startled at first, but he started to comfort Hermione.
"It'll be alright," He was saying, sounding as though he didn't believe a word that he was saying.
"Th-they're d-dead," Ginny was saying in a shocked tone. "I-I c-can't believe it."
They sat in the car for a long, long time, not knowing what to say to Hermione who was still crying into Ron's shoulder. Harry was avoiding looking at one or two dead bodies that were lying on the doorsteps of other ruined houses.
Harry however, was looking at the house. Something was wrong, that he just couldn't put his finger on…
"Well," Mr. Weasley sighed unhappily. "I suppose that I should go report to the Ministry." He started to single the driver to drive away, but Harry stopped him.
"Hermione," he said to her. "How many cars does your family own?"
"T-two," She managed to croak out before starting to sob again. "Why?"
Ron and the rest of the Weasleys were looking at Harry strangely, who was thinking very hard.
"Well, there are no cars in your garage."
"Wh-what?"
"I don't think they were there," Harry said, still surveying the house. "There are no cars in the garage. So there is still a chance that neither of them were home."
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other.
"Someone's going to have to check if there are any er- bodies over there," Bill said.
"Yeah…"
No one wanted the job. Finally, Mr. Weasley sighed and started to say, 'I'll do it,' but he was interrupted by the screeching of tires on the frozen ground.
"What the hell?!" Someone yelled. Everyone in the car looked through the back window. A dark blue car was sitting there, and Mr. Granger was getting out of it.
Before Mr. Weasley could stop her, Hermione had gotten out of the car and had ran into her father's arms.
"I th-thought you were d-dead!" She sobbed, crying hard into her father's coat.
"Oh honey, it's all right, but what happened to our house?" Mr. Granger said, still staring at it while absentmindedly rubbing Hermione soothingly on the back.
"Where's mum?" Hermione sobbed softly, not answering the question.
"At work."
"Where did you go?"
"Well, I suppose that there must've been a mix up. I thought that I was supposed to pick you up today. When I got there a boy answered the door, and told me that you were coming here. Now, what happened to the house."
"It was b-blown up."
"I see that, but how? And what is that scull thing?"
"It's the D-dark Mark. You-Know-Who or his Death Eaters must've been here."
"Why did they blow up all the houses?" Hermione didn't say anything, but continued to sob into her father's shoulder.
"Well," Mr. Granger sighed, "I'm glad that the house was insured."
"If you wish," Mr. Weasley said, getting out of the car and coming up to Mr. Granger and Hermione. "You can stay at our house until you can find someplace else."
"Thank you," said Mr. Granger. "I'd better call the police, and my wife. If she comes home to this…"
Mr. Granger pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and dialed 911.
"I am at Heighten Street and all of the houses are blown up, there are several bodies around. It's just- what? Heighten street. North of Oracle Avenue. Yes. Well, I don't know, everything is just a mess!" Mr. Granger finished his call with the police and then called his wife. Mr. Weasley had conjured up a small fire and was talking to another person from the Ministry through it.
Ministry Wizards started popping out of nowhere, and Mr. Granger looked rather flustered.
"How did they-" He gasped. Before the ministry wizards put a memory charm on him Mr. Weasley told them that he had a daughter that was a witch. They lowered their wands hesitantly, eyeing Mr. Granger carefully.
By this time, the police had shown up, along with a few ambulances. The ministry wizards let the doctors take the many bodies to the hospital, but when it came time for the Policemen to investigate, they were placed under memory charms and sent back to the Police station.
The ministry wizards started to get rid of the Dark Marks, and started to get rid of all the rubble. They allowed Mr. Weasley to take the Grangers to his house after questioning them, and all of the passengers in the car, thoroughly.
When they reached the Burrow, Mr. Weasley and Percy immediately went to the Ministry. Mrs. Weasley went bustling about, making sure that the Grangers were perfectly comfortable. After offering them a third cup of tea, Mrs. Weasley went to the kitchen and started making dinner.
Mr. Weasley and Percy didn't show up all evening. The next morning they were at the scrubbed wooden table, going over rolls and rolls of parchment.
"Ministry's in complete disarray," Harry overheard Mr. Weasley telling Mrs. Weasley.
"This latest attack, well, let's just say that You-Know-Who might deliberately going after Ministry members now. Argleforth Blancet lived in that neighborhood. He was killed. It seems that You-Know-Who went from house to house, looking for him and killing everyone else…"
"Oh Arthur, we've got to be extra careful now…"
The last week of Christmas break was not as enjoyable as the first. The Weasley children were getting tired of explaining everything to Mr. and Mrs. Granger about the wizarding world. Fred and George were now squished into Ron's room again, because Mr. and Mrs. Granger were in their room. The day before the end of term the Grangers went in search of houses.
"Good," Ron whispered to Harry when he heard of this, "I mean, I'm glad that they're alive and all, but I'm getting really tired of them."
Ginny was still wearing the necklace that Harry gave her. She was constantly thanking him, during dinner, when they were playing Exploding Snap, or even on New Years eve when Mr. Weasley had them go down to town and watch the fireworks at midnight.
Harry loved the book that he had gotten from her. He occasionally opened it and stared around at people he knew. When he first opened the book to look at James, Sirius, and Lupin, he got a big shock when he could hear what they were saying. Ginny must not have known this, because she hadn't said anything about it. Harry got an even bigger surprise when he realized that he could communicate through the book. He had started laughing when he heard Sirius and James bickering about Sirius calling James 'Harold', and Sirius and James had yelled out in surprise.
From that time on Sirius had made Harry promise not to eavesdrop or communicate with them with the book unless it was important. Of course, that didn't stop him. He still looked in on them, making sure that he was absolutely silent. He actually saw James change into his Animagus form when Lupin started to morph into a werewolf.
Something had been nagging Harry from the time he had gotten the book. He could look in on anyone in the world. He could even look in on Voldemort. He could know what Voldemort's next plan was, and he could help prevent it from happening. Harry never did look in on him though. Occasionally, if he couldn't sleep, he would pick up the book and begin to command it to look at Voldemort, but he lost his nerve halfway through and he snapped the book shut.
The day before they were scheduled to go back to Hogwarts, Harry and Ginny, and Ron and Hermione, went on a double date. It was sort of a belated 2 month anniversary celebration.
They used Floo Powder to get to Diagon Alley, all of them wearing their dress robes, and they went into a private little French restaurant called The magic of France. When they walked into the restaurant it seemed as though they were in a restaurant with the Eiffel Tower. There was little pink and purple fairies were fluttering around, lighting the area. The waiter led them to a table and gave them a basket of bread.
"What do you want to get, Ginny?" Harry asked.
"I don't know, I'll get whatever you're getting."
"Actually, I was asking you because I have no clue what to get."
The two of them shared a plate of some sort of noodles with a sauce over them. It was quite good. Hermione and Ron shared a plate of chicken something-or-other.
The rest of the night was wonderful, it was filled with happy conversations. When a man came around with red roses, both Ron and Harry bought one for Hermione and Ginny.
At around nine thirty they returned to the Burrow, where Mrs. Weasley kept smiling at them and Fred and George started singing, "Harry/Ron and Ginny/Hermione, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Fred and George's taunting intensified when Ginny proclaimed that she was going to bed, and then kissed Harry on the mouth for what seemed like 30 seconds.
Harry went to sleep happier than he had been in a while, he was sad to be leaving the Burrow, but then again, he couldn't wait to beat Hufflepuff in Quidditch.
Meanwhile…
"Has the search for the book intensified?"
"Yes my lord," said Wormtail nervously.
"Good. After Blancet provided no information of the book, we'll have to find someone who has some information.
"B-but my lord-"
"What is it Wormtail?" Snapped the cold voice, annoyed.
"What if it's at... er… I mean to say, what if it's-"
"At Hogwarts?" Said the voice, finishing Wormtail's sentence. "Well, then I guess we'll have to have our spy look through the library then…"
A.N. That's all for now. Please Review!!!!
