Don't Forget Me
By: Panny-Plan
Summary: Just as Harry tells Hermoine as he feels about her, his whole world falls apart. Voldemort has risen to the surface again, taking the one thing he will miss most. He, Sirus, and Ron have to search the magical world, for their beloved Hermoine. But what has Voldemort done with her? Has he killed her, planning to kill everyone Harry loves? Or is it a trap, to finally get his earned revenge? Harry uncovers secrets and powerful memories that wish to be buried along with the dead...
Rating: R
Chapter Two ::Clever Readings::
A/N: Well, I think that was an interesting chapter, don't you? Well, thanks for the reviews. The story really doesn't start to set until they go to Hogwarts, which will be in chpt. 3 or 4. K? Well, R/R! Thanks!
Dislaimer: Harry, Hermoine, Ron, Sirus, and all those people in this fic, belong to J.K. Rowling. I wish they belonged to me, so I wouldn't be a poor fanfic writter, but they don't.
Gregory Wenstin, Julie McKathy, Lily Susan, and Will Cravitz all belong to MEEEEEEEEEE!(they come into the story later...) If you plan on sueing, you will get...1...2...3...4...5...6...*rambles on* 25 cents! Uh, I think I forgot how to count...hehehehe, Thank you for the reviews!
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Love never goes unnoticed...
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Two more packages. Hagrids, and Sirus's. Harry didn't bother reading the school's letter, he'd bother with it later, knowing it was a list of books he needed this year, and telling him to come to Kings Crossing on September 1st.
Hagrid had sent him a book. So like Hermoine, Harry thought. But it was a book, much more Hagrid type. A book he would enjoy, much more than Harry would. Fantastic Beasts & Where to find them. Harry chuckled, and flipped through some pages. "Thanks, Hagrid." He set the book down, then fumbled with Sirus's package.
The paper was made of soggy newspaper, no doubt from Snuffles. Harry unwrapped the package, and took out the object. It was a small box, with a string holding it together. He slid the string off of the box, and took off the lid. A letter sat in the center, covered with some more newspaper. Harry lifted the letter, and saw a small knife, which Sirus had discribed, would tell which way evil was pointing. (a/n: hey, I'm human. Can you blame me? I'm out of ideas...)
He looked at the knife, and pulled the parchment out of the envolope. He stared at Sirus's somewhat neat, but messy handwritting. Hermoine on the other hand, had perfect cursive handwritting. It begged to differ with he and Ron's poor cursive.
Dear Harry,
How have you been? Happy birthday. I'm sorry that the last time I've seen you was when you were fourteen. But don't worry, Dumbledore is schedualing another trial for me, and he has new support. And Harry--I may be a free man! Wouldn't that be something? To finally be free? And you could come live with me, if you'd like. But, how was your day? I suspect you've got something from Ron and Hermoine already, yes?
How are they? I may be sounding very, er, cheerful, but I just am so happy. Dumbledor said that the trial should be sometime in early winter. Novermber, if he can. Don't worry. I'm well hidden in southeast Asia. Of course, I can't be too pacific, incase this went into the wrong hands.
I borrowed Remus' owl. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. He's helping me out, since I stumbled apon him while I was in my "Snuffles" from, shall you say. He was being treated to his warewolf infections. He may be cured of it, due to today's technology! Isn't today splended Harry? I hope you write soon, and I'll talk to you, hopefully, in November!
Sincerly,
Sirus
Harry folded the letter. "That is something." He laid back on the bed, and gazed at his room; full of broken toys and junk that Dudley had insisted on keeping. "Sirus--a free man. I can't believe it. It's wonderful." Harry sat up again, and a grin spread across his face. "Now, about how to get those pictures from Dudley."
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Harry sat at the wooden desk, his lamp light on, not bothering to turn on his fan light. He was hoping the Dursleys would think he was sleeping. But even then, they would barge in and wake him.
He was scribbling a letter to Ron, hoping it would reach the Burrow before sunrise tomorrow. He was taking his time, trying to find the right words.
Dear Ron,
Yes, I will come for the rest of the summer. I don't care what the muggles think, if they don't want me to, then I'll just hex them. Don't tell your mum I said that.
Thanks for the foe glass! Right now, Aunt Petunia's complementing Dudley on something, to our neighbors. They have a daughter Ginny's age. Actually kind of cute; but give your hopes up. I've never met her. I can really see it! And Uncle Vernon is giving Dudley a fresh six pence--hey! That should be mine!
You won't believe this! All of them were in my room this morning, when I recived yours and Hermoine's packages. Dudley came and took the pictures of her. Can you believe that? Ugh.
I'll see you bright an early!
From,
Harry
Some thank you note, Harry, Harry smiled to himself. Pig had let himself back into his room. "Pig, come here Pig."
He hooted effectionatly, and perched himself on Harry's shoulders, his talons clinging onto the fabric of Harry's shirt.
Harry tied the parchment to Pig's leg, then letted him fly back through the window. Harry sighed, then took out another peice of parchment. To Hermoine.
He just noticed his hand was beginning to tremble, and Harry's heart was beating so hard against his ribs, that he was sure it was going to burst.
Dear Hermoine,
How are you? Thanks for the book; and no, I'm not sure I'll be Gryffendor Quidditch captin. I wasn't last year. Hired a new player. Yup, he's graduated, so maybe, just maybe, I'll get it. But thanks for the encouragement. It helps...just a bit.
Ron says you've been having a fun time! I hope he gets my letter that I'll come before sunrise. Let's just hope they don't travel by floo powder again. It makes me dizzy. Heh, well, I have lods more to tell you, I just can't fit it all in this peice of parchment. see you at the Burrow!
With Love,
Harry
Harry kicked himself. "Shit!" He cursed under his breath, and read his letter again. "Great Harry, real great. Tell her you don't have any room when you didn't even fill up have the page." He sighed, and thumped his head against the wooden desk. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." He looked up. Did he just hear a door shutting? Dudley wasn't rattling the house anymore; here was his chance.
Harry stood up from his chair, and walked over to the door. The fuzzy white carpet underneath his feet softened any sound he was creating. He turned the knob gently, then pulled the door open slowly.
The hallway was clear.
He crept along the wall, and peered down into the foyer, to see it empty. He sighed with reliefe, and opened Dudley's room.
The room was much bigger than Harry's, but seeing how it was cluttered with broken things, it would't appear that way. Four, no, make that five, broken television sets, broken toys, stuffed animals with the stuffing shredded out of them. (A/N: Uhg! How creul! Dudley, your mean! I'm starting a protest. 'S.S.A.R.F.D. or, Save Stuffed Animal Rights From Dudley')
Harry gazed around for the pictures of Hermoine, but couldn't find them. Dudley would have hid them, Harry thought. Maybe a drawer of some kind...
He looked around, then rushed to Dudley's dresser with a broken mirror. He searched through the drawers, trying not to mess anything up. He reached the nightstand next to Dudleys bed and pulled out the drawer. There they were. The pictures of Hermoine. Harry sighed. It was too bad, as soon as Harry took these, Dudley would notice and a massacar would accur. But, then again, he had magic.
"HARRY POTTER!"
Harry turned around, grabbed the pictures and ran into his room. He tossed the pictures into his trunk, a place they wouldn't dare looking for them; it was to close to magic.
Harry calmed himself, then walked out to the railing. "Yes, Aunt Petunia?"
"Get down here and cook dinner! I'm to tired."
Harry sighed, and walked down the stairs. "Yes ma'am." He walked into the yellow kitchen (A/N: I have no idea if it is really yellow, but this is my fic) and walked over to the stove.
"The chicken in on the counter. And if you try ti poison us, it's the last time you'll ever eat in this house, mister."
Harry shook his head. He was to tired to argue. But he put on a smile and a happy face. After all, it was his birthday.
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Harry awoke the next morning, feeling refreshed, and much happier than he did later that night. He was looking forward to seeing Ron, and everyone at the Burrow. But things were going to change.
"MUM! They're gone!"
Dudley's voice went booming in the house. Harry could hear Uncle Vernon's thick footsteps agains the wood floors and Aunt Petunias' shreiks and shouts. "What is it, Dudley-kins?"
"He took her pictures! He took them!"
Uncle Vernon burst into Harry's room. "Give him those pictures back!"
"No." Harry said.
"You won't, eh?" Uncle Vernon rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, mister, you will not be eating, and will not see broad daylight, until you give Dudley those pictures back."
"Why should I?" Harry spat. "Eh? Why? They belong to me! And she's my friend! I'm not going to let Dudley fantazise about my friends!"
"Well, then you shall--" Something fell and shattered downstairs. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry for a moment, then dashed downstairs. Followed by Aunt Petunia, Dudley, and Harry walked slowly in the back, already knowing what cause the comotions. Or shall you say, who.
"Hello, do you remember me? I'm Author Weasly, we met a few summers ago? Two, I believe?"
Mr. Weasly's cheerful voice boomed through the house. Harry grinned, and ran back to his room to throw everything in his trunk. Making sure he got everything, he grabbed Hedwige, and took the other picture on his nightstand.
"Hello, there Harry! How are you today?" Fred asked, seeing Harry at the top of the staircase.
"Fine, Fred."
"Need help?" George grinned, and climbed up the stairs. He lifted up Harry's trunk, and started to pull it downstairs. Fred helped him carry it the rest of the way. Harry picked up Hedwig, and walked down the stairs, highly amused by the Dursley's petrified faces.
"Hey you, Harry!"
Harry turned, and went face to face with a bright, red head, freckly boy. Ron was smiling at him. "Hey, Ron. Long time, no see?"
"Yup. Herm wanted to come, but Ginny wanted her to stay. Something about being 'Left behind with all the boys'. I dunno, Ginny's just weird."
Mr. Weasly started questioning Uncle Vernon about all sort of muggle objects.
"Is it true? You use, a fire of some sort to cook your food? A stove? Oh, this I must see..." He strode off into the kitchen, muttering something cheerful to himself, hoping to be able to examine the stove more clearly.
Fred sniggered. "Dad's still in love with muggle things, Harry. Don't worry."
George nodded, "Yup. Drives mum insane. Well, I think one reason she's going mad is that we're there, but we like to drop in for a visit."
"I see." Harry smiled at the Dursleys, who were starring at Harry, Ron, Fred, and George like they were monsters. Dudley was hiding behind Aunt Petunia, and staring at Fred and George. They all sniggered and placed Harry's trunks by the door. They walked into the kitchen, and found Mr. Weasly with his head in the microwave. (A/N: ::sniggers::)
Ron grinned. "Uh, dad? Harry's ready to go."
Mr. Weasly looked out. "Of course," came his muffled voice. He pulled out his head and smiled at them all. "Well, let's go, shall we?"
Ron nodded. "Dad, give me and Harry the powder."
"Huh?" Harry looked at Ron, who rolled his eyes and outstreched his hand to his father.
"Oh yes, the Floo Powder."
"We're the only ones using it," Ron told Harry. He looked over at Fred and George, who were grinning ear to ear. "They can aparate."
Mr. Weasly gave Ron a small flower pot. "Here you go, my boy. We'll meet you and Harry at the house!"
"Great, dad. I can hardly wait." Ron grinned at Harry and they both walked to the fireplace. Harry took his trunk, and looked over at Ron. He sighed, and threw the powder. A large flame appeared, and Ron glanced to his left.
"Go ahead, Ron."
Ron shook his head. "You go. C'mon, hurry up!"
Harry stepped forward into the fire, holding his trunks as close to his body as he could. He took a deep breath, and said, "The Burrow!"
In an instant he felt himself being jerked downward, and a sea of different colors enrolled around him.
He opened his eyes when he felt his feet reach solid ground again. He stepped his foot out and tapped the ground to make sure it was safe. He looked up in the dark room, and saw the Burrow. The room was dimly lighted, and he could barley see a thing. But he didn't have to be an expert to see those five carrot top people.
Harry heard Ron fall down the chimney and pushed him down. They both laughed, and then Harry heard his name being called out.
"HARRY!"
Harry turned and was almost knocked clear off his feet. It was--Hermoine.
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A/N: heh, thanks for the reviews guys! Reviews make me feel special, and urge me to continue with my stories, so give me lots if you want to see chpt 3! lol, I know I kinda rushed things a bit in this chapter, but ohwell. They will most likely go to Hogwarts in chpt 4. Chapter 3 is going to be 'Fun at the Burrow'.... heheheheheheh! R/R!
P.S. uh, I couldn't resist the microwave scene and Mr. Weasly! Sounds like him, doesn't it?