When Hermione meets the Internet

Part Two

A/N: No this isn't a humour Fic; it's emotional roller coaster of confusion. Enjoy! Now I'm imaging David like David Braithwaite in At Home With The Braithwaite! Mad!

Hermione's Dad was very edgy on the way home. He kept on snorting for some odd reason. Fred kept on transfiguring his seatbelt into a python, and it ended up curing it's self around Lucy Granger. "Fred, please don't do that!" Lucy shrieked, holding the snake away from her, her eyes ablaze with shock.

"Mum, calm down. It's only a snake!" Hermione reached over and dragged the snake away from her mother.

"So, where am I sleeping?" Fred asked cheerfully, smiling insanely.

"Not with Hermione, if that is what your thinking!" David grimaced, pulling into the drive.

"Don't be silly, that's my job!" Fred patted David's head in a patronising way.

"Fred, you'll sleep in the spare bedroom." Lucy said kindly, leaping out of the car.

"That's near Hermione's room Luce!" David protested, getting out of the car to, with Hermione tagging him.

"Daddy, I'll be fine! Fred is just a friend!" Hermione rolled her eyes and trotted to the study where they would set up the computer.

Hermione loved her house. It had five bedrooms, three bathrooms, and was in London. She had a wonderful view of the river Thames outside her bedroom window. Fred came in, watching Hermione gaze out the window. "Hi!" He said, smiling again. "I want to tell you something."

"Why?" Hermione looked at Fred, he was no longer smiling, he was frowning.

"I've always seen you as the trusting type!"

"Thank you. So what is it?"

"Well, it wasn't just the flu, the reason why I left. It's Percy." Hermione stared at Fred.

"Percy?"

"Yeah, him." Fred looked dark, it gave Hermione the creeps.

"What has he done?"

"Oh, you would not believe what he has done! He has ruined us! He has made the Weasleys look like a bunch of evil red heads!"

"Has be become a Death Eater?"

"Yes."

"Oh Fred!" Hermione lent over and gave Fred a hug. She felt herself crying, she also felt Fred cry. "Don't worry. You'll be alright, I just know you will!"

"I won't. Percy, he killed someone." Fred pulled out of the hug. His eyes where bloodshot and red.

"Oh no!" Hermione clamped her hands to her mouth, to prevent herself from screaming.

"He killed George." Fred started to cry un-controllably. Hermione felt a great emptiness, a dead feeling filled her veins and arteries, numbed her nerves, and an Earthquake of hate for Percy shock her body.

"No!" Was the only word she could manage at that moment. He looked at Fred, and it was a shameful sight, to see a friend, a funny cheerful and outgoing friend to cry, to cry so much. It was hell.

"Hermione? Fred?" Lucy had come in she was looking from Hermione to Fred, watching them cry.

"M-Mummy!" Hermione wailed. "I can't take it! I can't!" She ran out of the study. She sprinted up the glass stairs and into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Hermione fell to the floor in despair. A million questions filled her head, but she grabbed a cushion from her wicker chair and ripped it apart in anger. "Why didn't Ron owl me?" She asked herself, bringing herself back to her senses. Hermione ran over to her trunk, and pulled out her wand. "Larynx!" Her said, pointing to the wall. A small hole appeared in the wall, shining silver, getting bigger, and expanding second by second. With one last beam of silver the hole stopped growing and looked like a liquid mirror on the wall. "Show me Ronald Weasley." The mirror like item glowed gold, and started to vibrate. A television like screen filled the space, and showed Ron sitting in bed, looking really ill, and annoyed. She wandered around the room. Pig was flying around in his cage, and Ginny was crying beside a pile of spell books.

"Ron, you have to get out of bed sometime!" Ginny said, through gallons of tears.

"I'm not getting out!" He picked up a sock and threw it at Ginny.

"Why?"

"Say Percy caught up with Harry, or Hermione! And what about Fred! Where is he?" Ron's voice started to shake, like Fred's did.

"I don't know Ron, just come out, fly on your broom, do something! Please! Send an owl to Hermione and Harry! TELL THEM!" Ginny got up, and threw his quilt off the bed.

"I can't Ginny!"

"Why not?" Ginny sat on his bed, and held her brother's hand.

"Harry is in a bad enough state. And me and Hermione, don't seem to get on."

"Why don't you get on, work it out. Forget about things here! You need your friends! Mum and Dad'll be fine."

"OK, I'll phone Hermione, I think I know how to work one now." Hermione knew it was time to log off the Spotter spell.

Disclaimer: All characters now belong to JKR, the Spotter Spell, the sock, the Granger family home, Fred is mine, I wish! J

A/N: Like it? Took me ages to write, and upload. I've been banned of the net!

I did evil things, and your wandering where all the Internet stuff will come into it! Well wait my fellow comrades! I need 10+ and I'll do a sequel! J

Oh yeah, Lucy Granger, now looks likes Alison Braithwaite! Mad!!!

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Thank you! J