Hey! I'm afraid this might be a short chapter again… grrr… I have deadlines now!! I know that some people will get to the part with Melissa and think its not "Harrypotterish", it all ties in I think, hope… etc. sorry a thousand times but she IS a teenager like me and half of you so she's gonna act normal. I'm getting into this story at last because my BETA reader Alex, a.k.a. 'Bob' is setting me deadlines now!! This is for you and Lauren Bob!! Well enough babbling…
" Professor I am NOT KIDDING, why would I joke about this? I haven't heard from him in over two weeks! I have been calling him since you initiated the telephones and Hedwig showed up yesterday without finding him, Sir she has never done that! " I was frantically telling Dumbledore my worries over Ron. I had not talked to him, or heard from at all from Ron in almost two weeks. They may not be heavily involved in the wizarding world, but they were still very much a part of it. It was as dangerous to them as it was for all those back at Hogwarts.
" I understand that you would not make this up Harry, now we are in a very serious situation. Or what could be a very serious situation. I would like you to calm down, and relax as much as possible. There will someone to check in on you, every hour. I am going to sort things out… we'll keep you informed. Good-bye Harry." With a curt and quick nod, he disappeared leaving my fire to turn back to red.
Oh dear, where was he? Was he ok? I had no answers to my questions that I wanted answered so very deeply. Even a simple idea, he is he still in his small remote village, was he knocked out cold on the floor? Maybe we are entirely wrong and he has been too… busy, having such a good time that he has been to occupied to bother answering their pleas. I tried to think of other things, things that would get my mind off of the worry. Almost immediately, Melissa floated into my mind.
Similar questions to that of Ron popped up. What was she doing? Was she thinking about me, was she happy at this very moment? I was so lost in thought that I almost didn't hear the phone ring… I jumped up and grabbed it,
" Hello?" I asked hurriedly, maybe it was Ron!
" Hi! Oh good your home, its me Melissa!" Her joyous voice rang out to my ears.
" Hi! How are you? To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" I said smoothly.
" Good, good. How'a bout you?" I dreaded what I knew was going to come. I gave a straggled sigh,
" Ahhmm not so good, my friend… from back where I'm from just went err- missing and I've been pretty worried about him." I wasn't lying, just omitting several key points.
" Oh, that's horrible! I'm so sorry Harry." She sounded concerned and I instantly wished I hadn't said anything.
" Oh! Trust me, I'm sure he's fine… just a miss understanding or something lets drop it. So, anything you wanted to talk about? Why'd you grace your self to my presence?" I could almost feel her blush through the phone.
" Promise you wont laugh?" She giggled and I promised, " Well, I just wanted to hear your voice." She paused awkwardly. " Your accent is so cool, oh my god you have no idea. Half the girls I know, your all they talk about." I smiled, assured her that it hasn't MY fault and we moved onto other subjects. When it got around to school, I admitted that I couldn't understand Science in the least. (Hey, last time I took it I was studying that the sun wasn't really two inches wide!)
" Are you kidding? It's so simple really, I'll tell you what. Lets make a deal, you come over my house every night for two weeks and I PROMISE you will get why the grass is green and we don't fly through the sky!"
" Ok, Melissa Casling I will stick to your deal but I assure you I will do no better!" . I laughed thinking, how did this girl, this amazing girl, manage to seemingly make every worry disappear and replace it with a careless sense of security?
" It will be like magic Harry Potter! You just watch!" With that we said good-bye.
Magic. With her, he realized that magic was more that wands and potions, and incantations. With her, it was a genuine connection, and the pure joy that no spell could ever create. I had known her for two weeks, and she was what I thought about 90% of the time.
I got up and started to make myself some food. Sitting back down by the fire, I picked up my letter that had been returned to me. I sighed, the whole ordeal coming back in full. I turned it over and reached toward opening it, when I noticed that end curled up a tad. I slowly peeled it open, and what I saw almost made me pass out.
Written in deep red blood, was this:
We have the one called Ron. Surrender the boy who lives.
_ Lord Voldemort