In Search for Harry
By Dove
Chapter Two: We're off to see the wizard Hogwarts
"Ron, I know how to find out where Harry went!"
Ron froze and stared at Hermione, George and Fred stood in silent
their twin jaws dropped open, as Jade turned abruptly from where she stood near
the sink her dark hair flipping back.
"Wh… what?"
"I know how to find out where Harry went," Hermione repeated,
her eyes shining in excitement.
"How?"
"The Mirror! The Mirror of Erised!"
"How is the Mirror going to help us find Harry?" Fred asked
frowning. "What is this Mirror anyways?"
Ron's eyes literally brightened, he reached out for the counter
as realization dawned on to him, turning to his brother he said: "The mirror,
it show's what the heart desires, we desire to find Harry so it should show us
where he is."
Hermione smiled and nodded, "I don't know how we didn't think of
it before, we need to go back to Hogwarts and tell Dumbledore," she exclaimed
as Ron and her rushed to the door.
"Halt! Stop! Don't move!" Jade's halting voice stopped them.
"You can't just leave for Hogwart's…"
"Why not!"
"Jade's right, it's August 31st, Hogwart's begins
tomorrow and it'll take us that long to get there, train, night bus or broom.
We can't just go to Hogwarts without any warning either, we should send an owl
first," George suggested, his face in thought.
Ron frowned, "I guess you're right, and we need to take a few
days off work too."
"Accio parchments and quills," Hermione said, her
organising personality coming out as her face became straight and determined.
"Ron, write down what you can leave your assistants to do; Jade can you draft
out our absence letters? I'll write a quick note to Dumbledore to say we're coming
and explain about the mirror; George, Fred, you… you can…"
"We'll sort out a few things and make us some dinner," Fred
finished grinning. "We should be off to Hogwarts first thing tomorrow, if we
all pack tonight and get everything sorted."
Hermione nodded her thanx and sat down next to Ron and Jade to
write to Dumbledore.
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On the kitchen window of the lodge house, a black spider
scuttled out of a small crack, it was a shame none of the housemates had
noticed it when they were speaking or when they were off doing their own task
as they failed to notice the abnormal speed it climbed down its web and rushed
towards the shadows and they missed out especially the fact it was able to
transform into a human, who hurried of into the dawning night.
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The next morning at the old Lodging house was a hectic one,
after discussions late into the night, it was decided that they would travel by
the Hogwarts Express; they did consider Floo powder but Hogwart's was not
connected to the Floo Powder network. Owls zoomed in and out: the Daily Prophet
with headlines blaring; howlers from Mr Coral (WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT A
BREAK, YOU JUST BEEN TO WORK FOR ONE DAY!); a message from Dumbledore saying he
will expect them; questions to Ron from his assistants, left, right and centre,
their train tickets… even Fred and George had their magical business advisor
owl-ing them demanding to know what was so important that they had to take time
off – they were in the middle of a products battle with Zonko's…
They finally reached the station with under ten minutes to spare
before the invisible barrier opened, they sank into the long line of red
painted metal seats to wait in exhaustion, near a pair of elderly couple, the
elderly man with a coffee and newspaper, the old woman with a book with a
picture of the author, Lisa Turpin on it.
"Phew we made it with time to spare," Ron exclaimed leaning
back, unaware of his flaming red hair sticking up.
"Not surprising since Hermione woke us up at the crack of dawn
so we won't be late," Fred retorted rubbing his eyes as he sat down next to his
brother, his twin sat down beside him, yawning, his head falling backwards
hitting the wall behind as he tried not to fall back asleep.
"Don't blame her, she just anxious to get to the mirror tis
all," Jade said sitting beside George.
Hermione ignored the comment, "If the train speed hasn't changed
we should be at Hogwart's by five, six-ish at the latest, by the end of tonight
we should know where Harry is! What's a loss of a few hours sleep compared to
finding him and where he went these two to three years?" Her voice was slightly
raised in excitement.
"I suppose you're right, though I hardly slept last night,
Jeeves (Ron's assistant) kept owl-ing me with questions, I even got an
message from Percy telling me how irresponsible it is to leave like that, he's
been working late at Fudge's office ever since he became the assistant." As if
on cue, Ron yawned and stretched out his hand accidentally knocking the man
next to him on the head making him spill his coffee onto the woman and himself.
The woman cried out as she used her hand and her book to wipe
the coffee away in vain. The man rummaged for a tissue clutching his leg where
the coffee started to seep into muttering under his breath, while Ron
apologized profusely. He was about to whip out his wand to perform the quick
dry spell when Hermione came and grabbed his hand, her eyes warningly.
"We're so sorry," she exclaimed. "My friend can be such a
klutz..."
"It's ok, dear," the old woman interrupted. "We'll just go to
the rest rooms to clean up a bit." She stood up, shifting a heavy looking bag
on to her shoulder while the man reached for his walking stick.
"I'll help you there," Hermione offered hooking her arm round
the old woman's as she pointedly told Ron to help the old man through her gaze.
~~~~~~~~~~
In the ladies rest rooms, Hermione apologized again for Ron's
clumsiness.
"It's ok, dear, it's only a little coffee."
"But it was still my friend's fault…"
"Accidents will happen, it'll come out with a good scrub with
soap and water," the woman replied, scrubbing away at the coffee stain for a
few awkward moments, her grey eyes glaring out the corner of her eyes at
Hermione. "So where are you off to then dear? I couldn't help hearing something
about a missing boy named Henry was it, your boyfriend?"
"No, no, he's a friend, Harry is, it's a long story but
he's been gone for a while and we're urm… going to go find him."
"That's nice dear, absence makes the heart grow fonder," the
woman replied smiling, Hermione blushed. "Could you pass me some more wet paper
towels please?"
"Of course," Hermione replied and turned her back to walk to
where the towels were, dampening them under the taps. As she did the old woman
began to change, her grey hair darkening in colour as her ageing skin
metamorphically turned smooth and her warm grey eyes turned to a steel cold
murderous glare, she undid her scarf around her head and wrapped it round her
pale hands pulling it taut as she slowly approached the unsuspecting Hermione.
~~~~~~~~~~
In the male's restrooms, the same was happening to the old man,
his bent back became straight as his features changed and darkened. He was no
longer elderly but looked like a man of mid thirties to late forties. He had,
like his partner conversed with Ron then asked the boy for some more towels,
changing his form while Ron turned his back. Quickly the man raised his sturdy
walking stick and before the young wizard turned back, the man brought it down
hard over the oblivious boy's head.
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A/N:
Here's Chapter Two, is it ok? You
almost didn't get it, lightning and thunder nearly crashed my comp' on Tuesday
night and I couldn't get into fanfiction.net yesterday either.
Thank you lots to all of you who
reviewed!!! Special thanx for those of you who gave me advice, I tried to use
it and I'll think of it as I write, any more opinions are welcomed.
Please review this chapter. Even one
little word is appreciated – shows me people are interested.
Au Revoir for now,
Dove (Always the Little Miss)
Disclaimer:
Harry Potter and the other characters: Ron, Hermione, the twins,
Dumbledore, etc are not mine. The idea of the Magical community and Muggles,
etcetera are not mine either – my brain isn't as clever to create some things
as good as that. They are J.K. Rowling's or Warner Brother's (still no idea as
to who – J.K.R created them but who owns it now?)
I can claim a few characters perhaps, but I'm sure you can
figure out what characters are who's.
Oh also, Little Miss … idea is not mine either they are by Mr
Roger Hargreaves; I just love to use it as my signatures as you can fit almost
anything onto the end. ^_^
