Harry Potter and the Evil Twin
Chapter 4: The Bad News Letter
~ One week Earlier ~
Hermione Granger had been worried sick over the past couple of days. She was staying at a hotel near the Grand Canyon when she first heard news of Harry Potter's disaster.
It was around 6:30 a.m. when Hermione awoke to the sound of something tapping near the window. She got up and checked to see if her parents were asleep. As she walked over to the window she saw a heap of fur on the outside sill of the window. Hermione opened the window and slowly picked up the ball of fur. Then, to her surprise, the ball moved and let out a horrible screech. Hermione screamed and dropped the thing. When she calmed down she knelt on the floor where the thing lay. Again, she picked it up and realized it was an owl, one that was exact to the Weasley family owl.
"Errol?" Hermione asked, checking the owl over. She was right. It was Errol. He looked exhausted, probably from the long trip. She reached down and untied the letter from around his leg and then poured him some water from the hotel sink. She walked back to her bed and turned on the light. As she opened up the letter she recognized Ron's handwriting.
Dear Hermione,
Bad news. Harry's gone missing. He left the Dursley's house a day ago and is now nowhere to be seen. I think he was trying to fly to my house. It's my entire fault. I never should have told him to come. If you can, come to my house as soon as possible. If I find out anything new I'll be sure to tell you. Sincerely,
Ron
Hermione's hands started to shake. Harry was missing, she thought to herself. What if Voldemort found him? What if he was dead? Hermione started to panic. If Ron was worried then it meant bad news. She kept rereading the letter. Maybe she had read it wrong. But, each time she read it, the words stayed the same. What am I going to do, Hermione asked herself.
She got up from her bed and walked to where her parents were. She shook them until they woke up.
"Mom, Dad," Hermione said, trying not to cry. Why do I get so emotional, she asked herself. But she knew the answer. It was because of her love for Harry. In Hermione's fourth year she had fallen in love with him. Everything he did made her crazy but she couldn't find a way to tell him. She just stood by and watched him talk about Cho Chang. How she hated him for liking her, but yet she loved him for being such a great friend to her when most of the kids in school would barley to talk to her in their first year. Hermione was getting off track. She returned back to reality and kept trying to wake her parents up.
"Mom, Dad. We have to go back to England now. My friend Harry is in trouble! Please!" Hermione tried to keep the worry out of her voice, but she couldn't. Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes.
"Hermione?" her mother answered. "Honey go back to bed. It's too early."
"No mother!" Hermione continued. "You don't understand. My friend Harry Potter is in huge danger! He's gone missing and we need to go back to England to help find him. Mom, Dad, please. This is very important to me!" Her father then spoke up.
"Honey are you sure about this kid, Harry Potter, being in danger?"
"Yes Daddy. I just got a letter from my other friend Ron." Her parents looked at each other. Then her father spoke again.
"If your very sure about this honey. We'll leave this up to your decision. If your friend's in danger, you should be allowed to help find him.
"Thank you." Hermione replied wiping away her tears. Within an hour the Granger family was all packed up and on their way to the airport to find a plane back to England.
~ Present Day ~
When Harry Potter awoke the next morning he saw Hermione Granger sitting in the chair next to his bed.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, as he put on his glasses to get a better look.
"Harry!" She cried running over to him and giving him a hug. Harry felt his face go bright red. "Sorry," Hermione said sitting back in the chair. "I'm just happy your okay."
"It's okay." Harry answered. Actually, he kind of liked it. Over the summer Hermione had changed. Her hair wasn't as frizzy and she had started to wear make up. She looked quite pretty to him that morning. Harry sat up in bed. He was surprised not to fell any pain. Today he felt much better then he did yesterday.
"What happened Harry?" Hermione asked him, looking worried. Harry explained to her about what Dumbledore had said and about all the dreams he had been having.
"Last night I woke up with my scar hurting again." Harry also explained. "Do you think it means something? Do you think it's because Voldemort's coming back?" Harry stopped. He didn't want to scare her. "Well that's what Ron thinks."
"I don't know." Hermione surprised herself. It was the first time she didn't have an answer to a question. " I reckon what Hagrid said last year. 'What will come, will come, and we'll have to meet it when it does.'"
The End (Until Chapter 5!)
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