Futile Attempts
Chapter Two: Faith
A/N: Same stuff as last time. Just for ya'lls 411, a Trigonilate is like the Wizard version of a telephone.
All hell seemed to have broken loose within the space of one day. The days had turned to nights quickly after word had spread that Harry Potter had been kidnapped and was probably in the hands of the Dark Lord himself. Ron and his family had visited Number 4 Privet Drive themselves, and were horrified by what they found.
* Flashback *
"Why hello there! May I help you?" Aunt Petunia had answered the door, dressed in a simple blue dress and a white apron tied at her waist. Her hands were caked in flour and she looked as though she had just come from the kitchen, which was true.
"Uh, yes. I'm Ron's father, we came by to look up on Harry," Mr. Weasly, smiled and stretched forth his hand, practicing what was supposed to be good muggle manners. Ron and Hermoine both expected her to turn her nose up at them and slam the door in her face, but instead she grasped the outstretched hand.
"I'm sorry, but I do believe you've gotten the wrong address, unless you are speaking of our only son Dudley. Please do come in, Mr. uh..." Petunia looked quite distressed, but opened the door so they could all step in.
" Weasly. This is my wife Molly, my son Ron and his friend Hermoine. Thank you," Mr. Weasly said and ushered them all into the house. The four visitors sat down in the living room while Petunia went to get her husband and son. Soon a tall, buff man with a lean and smart looking boy entered the room. The man shook all of their hands before sitting down, his son Dudley sitting on the other side of Hermoine.
"So, Mr. and Mrs. Weasly, I am told that you are searching for a young boy named Harry Potter. Well, I must inform you that Harry Potter does not live with us," Vernon Dursley informed them, grinning broadly.
"But father. Wasn't mum's sister's family the Potters?" Dudley spoke up, his voice timid and scary to Hermoine and Ron, who were used to his more evil form.
"That is what I was getting to. You see, about 15 years ago, my wife's sister Lily and her husband James and their son Harry died when their house caught fire. It was pretty dramatic for Petunia, and she could barely get over it all. I'm afraid that the Harry Potter you are seeking is long dead," Vernon told them gravely, motioning to a picture of James, Lily and a baby Harry cuddled together and smiling. Ron opened his mouth to ask something else, but he caught his dad's eyes and thought the better of it. With that the group left, thoroughly worried and disappointed.
* End *
Apparently, whoever had kidnapped Harry had completely changed the Dursleys so they wouldn't miss Harry and so that Dumbledore would be fooled into thinking that Harry was still with them because he would not have sensed a change with the Dursleys. Ron and Hermoine were forced to go back to Hogwarts and continue school, hopefully escaping the press and learning something.
All that had happened 3 years ago.
By now both Ron and Hermoine had graduated from Hogwarts, Hermoine with flying colors and Ron doing okay. Ron never really accepted Harry's disappearance and the fact that he had to finish school before he could help his friend. Hermoine had buried herself further into books and learning, having every intention of searching for Harry as soon as she was let out of Hogwarts for the last time.
The wizarding world had leapt into fear with Harry's disappearance. Although Hermoine and Ron vowed to find Harry, the ministry had had no luck in doing such. So, the public assumed the worst and continued to live away in fear.
So now that Hermoine and Ron were out of Hogwarts, the two had aggreed on a trip to Albania, where Voldemort was supposed to be hiding. If they had to crawl all over the world to find, then they would do so.
--- But Wait! What About Harry?! I don't know... okay, maybe I do... -.-() pweese review, cos it's nice. Sorry this was short, but I get more up soon, okies? maybe even tonight... ---
Chapter Two: Faith
A/N: Same stuff as last time. Just for ya'lls 411, a Trigonilate is like the Wizard version of a telephone.
All hell seemed to have broken loose within the space of one day. The days had turned to nights quickly after word had spread that Harry Potter had been kidnapped and was probably in the hands of the Dark Lord himself. Ron and his family had visited Number 4 Privet Drive themselves, and were horrified by what they found.
* Flashback *
"Why hello there! May I help you?" Aunt Petunia had answered the door, dressed in a simple blue dress and a white apron tied at her waist. Her hands were caked in flour and she looked as though she had just come from the kitchen, which was true.
"Uh, yes. I'm Ron's father, we came by to look up on Harry," Mr. Weasly, smiled and stretched forth his hand, practicing what was supposed to be good muggle manners. Ron and Hermoine both expected her to turn her nose up at them and slam the door in her face, but instead she grasped the outstretched hand.
"I'm sorry, but I do believe you've gotten the wrong address, unless you are speaking of our only son Dudley. Please do come in, Mr. uh..." Petunia looked quite distressed, but opened the door so they could all step in.
" Weasly. This is my wife Molly, my son Ron and his friend Hermoine. Thank you," Mr. Weasly said and ushered them all into the house. The four visitors sat down in the living room while Petunia went to get her husband and son. Soon a tall, buff man with a lean and smart looking boy entered the room. The man shook all of their hands before sitting down, his son Dudley sitting on the other side of Hermoine.
"So, Mr. and Mrs. Weasly, I am told that you are searching for a young boy named Harry Potter. Well, I must inform you that Harry Potter does not live with us," Vernon Dursley informed them, grinning broadly.
"But father. Wasn't mum's sister's family the Potters?" Dudley spoke up, his voice timid and scary to Hermoine and Ron, who were used to his more evil form.
"That is what I was getting to. You see, about 15 years ago, my wife's sister Lily and her husband James and their son Harry died when their house caught fire. It was pretty dramatic for Petunia, and she could barely get over it all. I'm afraid that the Harry Potter you are seeking is long dead," Vernon told them gravely, motioning to a picture of James, Lily and a baby Harry cuddled together and smiling. Ron opened his mouth to ask something else, but he caught his dad's eyes and thought the better of it. With that the group left, thoroughly worried and disappointed.
* End *
Apparently, whoever had kidnapped Harry had completely changed the Dursleys so they wouldn't miss Harry and so that Dumbledore would be fooled into thinking that Harry was still with them because he would not have sensed a change with the Dursleys. Ron and Hermoine were forced to go back to Hogwarts and continue school, hopefully escaping the press and learning something.
All that had happened 3 years ago.
By now both Ron and Hermoine had graduated from Hogwarts, Hermoine with flying colors and Ron doing okay. Ron never really accepted Harry's disappearance and the fact that he had to finish school before he could help his friend. Hermoine had buried herself further into books and learning, having every intention of searching for Harry as soon as she was let out of Hogwarts for the last time.
The wizarding world had leapt into fear with Harry's disappearance. Although Hermoine and Ron vowed to find Harry, the ministry had had no luck in doing such. So, the public assumed the worst and continued to live away in fear.
So now that Hermoine and Ron were out of Hogwarts, the two had aggreed on a trip to Albania, where Voldemort was supposed to be hiding. If they had to crawl all over the world to find, then they would do so.
--- But Wait! What About Harry?! I don't know... okay, maybe I do... -.-() pweese review, cos it's nice. Sorry this was short, but I get more up soon, okies? maybe even tonight... ---
