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The Disappearance of Harry Potter
"Ron! Ron! Ron! Harry's gone! He's gone! He left! How could he leave us!? How could he," Hermione sobbed hysterically, throwing herself at Ron, who looked surprised as he caught his girlfriend. The two slid down to the floor, Ron's arms around Hermione, not quite being able to support her weight at such short notice. "How do you know?" he asked, not quite sure Harry had really left them. Hermione just sobbed harder, burying her face into the front of Ron's robes and clutching them to her. "Mione.Hermione, how do you know?" Hermione thrust a piece of parchment at Ron, and he gently took it from her, petting her head as he read it aloud. "Ron and Hermione, Thanks for everything you've done for me. I'm sorry if my leaving hurt you, but I had to leave. There's too much stress and emotions connected to the wizarding world. You two have no idea how much Voldemort haunts me every time I close my eyes. I love you both and I'll never ever stop. I'll think of you everyday. Ron take ALL the money from my vault, I won't be needing it. Think of it as my birthday and Christmas presents for the rest of your life. The key's on my bed. Hermione, you are the smartest witch I've ever met. Follow your dreams. You can do anything. I hope you and Ron live happily together. Tell Draco Malfoy that I'll always love him. Tell him to move on and be happy. I couldn't live with myself if I found out he was moping over me. - Malfoy? He must mean Ginny. He-," "No, Ginny's next," Hermione pointed out. She had stopped sobbing to hear the rest of the letter. "Ginny, I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to, but things just happened. I hope you can forgive me and also move on. I know you'll find the right guy for you. Colin's always fancied you. To Gryffindor house- Thanks for being such great housemates. I'll never forget any of you. You were all so good to me, and I had so many great times with all of you.
Hermione, Ron- don't look for me. You won't find me not matter how hard you look. Love,Harry," Ron said nothing once he was finished, his mouth open in shock, but Hermione started sobbing again. "I-I-I don't believe it," Ron muttered, staring unseeingly. "He can't have left us," "He did though!" Hermione wailed. Ron stood, dragging Hermione up with him. She tried to slid back to the floor, but Ron held her up firmly. "He's alive though. We know that," Ron said, for once being the sensible one. Hermione only sobbed harder. Ron pulled her towards the portrait hole. "Come on, we have to talk to Dumbledore," "Oh, Ron, don't you see he doesn't want us to find him!" Hermione sobbed. Ron shook his head, and struggled to hold Hermione up as she tried to slid the floor again. "Hermione, stand up. We're going to tell the Headmaster. He'll at least want to know about this, alright?" Ron said, angrily, though he didn't know who or why he was angry. He held Hermione up and shoved her out the portrait hole. "Oh!" he heard Hermione squeak in surprise. As the portrait shut behind him, he saw why. Draco Malfoy lay sobbing on the floor, struggling to stand up, but then sliding back down to the floor. When he looked up at Ron, his pale face was tear streaked and red. "Harry.where? Where is Harry?" he asked, sounding like a lost child. Ron took pity on him, and helped him up. "Come on Malfoy," he said, gently, leading the two sobbing teens to the Headmaster's office. Luckily, the Headmaster was just coming down the stairs, his eyes filled with sadness. "I assume you're here about Harry," he said, kindly. Ron nodded, letting the other two slid to the floor as they sobbed. "He's.gone, Headmaster. He left this note," Ron said, holding out the note. Dumbledore's eyes flashed with confusion as he took the note. As he read his eyes widened. "I've informed the Ministry. They'll have Aurors on this. Harry Potter cannot just wander around, while Voldemort's followers are still alive and in free reign. He should know that," Dumbledore said, more to himself then the others. He looked up at the three, and gave a smile. "Why don't you three go get some sleep? Don't worry about classes today. I'll let you know if I hear anything," Hermione and Ron turned to obey, but Draco stepped forward, tears still streaming down his face. "Please, Headmaster, I know I won't be able to sleep. Can't I help in some way?" Dumbledore studied Draco's face, who stared back without flinching under the searching gaze. "I'm sorry, Draco, but I think it's best we leave this up to the Professionals. Just try to get some sleep," he said, gently before hurrying up his office stairs. Draco watched as his lover's friends hobbled back to their common room, Ron's arms around Hermione, who was still gently sobbing. He gave a sad sigh, and shook his head, almost defiantly. He couldn't stand around, waiting for the ministry idiots to look. Tucking his cloak around his shoulders, he raced to the entrance. Looking up at the rain-drenched sky, he took a step out into the rain. Immediately, he was soaked. Giving the wet and weary world a glare, he set off, sloshing through the mud.
The Disappearance of Harry Potter
"Ron! Ron! Ron! Harry's gone! He's gone! He left! How could he leave us!? How could he," Hermione sobbed hysterically, throwing herself at Ron, who looked surprised as he caught his girlfriend. The two slid down to the floor, Ron's arms around Hermione, not quite being able to support her weight at such short notice. "How do you know?" he asked, not quite sure Harry had really left them. Hermione just sobbed harder, burying her face into the front of Ron's robes and clutching them to her. "Mione.Hermione, how do you know?" Hermione thrust a piece of parchment at Ron, and he gently took it from her, petting her head as he read it aloud. "Ron and Hermione, Thanks for everything you've done for me. I'm sorry if my leaving hurt you, but I had to leave. There's too much stress and emotions connected to the wizarding world. You two have no idea how much Voldemort haunts me every time I close my eyes. I love you both and I'll never ever stop. I'll think of you everyday. Ron take ALL the money from my vault, I won't be needing it. Think of it as my birthday and Christmas presents for the rest of your life. The key's on my bed. Hermione, you are the smartest witch I've ever met. Follow your dreams. You can do anything. I hope you and Ron live happily together. Tell Draco Malfoy that I'll always love him. Tell him to move on and be happy. I couldn't live with myself if I found out he was moping over me. - Malfoy? He must mean Ginny. He-," "No, Ginny's next," Hermione pointed out. She had stopped sobbing to hear the rest of the letter. "Ginny, I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to, but things just happened. I hope you can forgive me and also move on. I know you'll find the right guy for you. Colin's always fancied you. To Gryffindor house- Thanks for being such great housemates. I'll never forget any of you. You were all so good to me, and I had so many great times with all of you.
Hermione, Ron- don't look for me. You won't find me not matter how hard you look. Love,Harry," Ron said nothing once he was finished, his mouth open in shock, but Hermione started sobbing again. "I-I-I don't believe it," Ron muttered, staring unseeingly. "He can't have left us," "He did though!" Hermione wailed. Ron stood, dragging Hermione up with him. She tried to slid back to the floor, but Ron held her up firmly. "He's alive though. We know that," Ron said, for once being the sensible one. Hermione only sobbed harder. Ron pulled her towards the portrait hole. "Come on, we have to talk to Dumbledore," "Oh, Ron, don't you see he doesn't want us to find him!" Hermione sobbed. Ron shook his head, and struggled to hold Hermione up as she tried to slid the floor again. "Hermione, stand up. We're going to tell the Headmaster. He'll at least want to know about this, alright?" Ron said, angrily, though he didn't know who or why he was angry. He held Hermione up and shoved her out the portrait hole. "Oh!" he heard Hermione squeak in surprise. As the portrait shut behind him, he saw why. Draco Malfoy lay sobbing on the floor, struggling to stand up, but then sliding back down to the floor. When he looked up at Ron, his pale face was tear streaked and red. "Harry.where? Where is Harry?" he asked, sounding like a lost child. Ron took pity on him, and helped him up. "Come on Malfoy," he said, gently, leading the two sobbing teens to the Headmaster's office. Luckily, the Headmaster was just coming down the stairs, his eyes filled with sadness. "I assume you're here about Harry," he said, kindly. Ron nodded, letting the other two slid to the floor as they sobbed. "He's.gone, Headmaster. He left this note," Ron said, holding out the note. Dumbledore's eyes flashed with confusion as he took the note. As he read his eyes widened. "I've informed the Ministry. They'll have Aurors on this. Harry Potter cannot just wander around, while Voldemort's followers are still alive and in free reign. He should know that," Dumbledore said, more to himself then the others. He looked up at the three, and gave a smile. "Why don't you three go get some sleep? Don't worry about classes today. I'll let you know if I hear anything," Hermione and Ron turned to obey, but Draco stepped forward, tears still streaming down his face. "Please, Headmaster, I know I won't be able to sleep. Can't I help in some way?" Dumbledore studied Draco's face, who stared back without flinching under the searching gaze. "I'm sorry, Draco, but I think it's best we leave this up to the Professionals. Just try to get some sleep," he said, gently before hurrying up his office stairs. Draco watched as his lover's friends hobbled back to their common room, Ron's arms around Hermione, who was still gently sobbing. He gave a sad sigh, and shook his head, almost defiantly. He couldn't stand around, waiting for the ministry idiots to look. Tucking his cloak around his shoulders, he raced to the entrance. Looking up at the rain-drenched sky, he took a step out into the rain. Immediately, he was soaked. Giving the wet and weary world a glare, he set off, sloshing through the mud.