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Things get crazy. They get so crazy you have to stop and ask yourself what went wrong. It's hard to tell a lot of the time, because you are so wrapped up in your own world you don't even realize what is going on around you. But, for Harry, that was not an option. However, his world topsy-turvy, he managed to hold on.
"Did Ron say he was coming back?" Harry asked softly, running a shaking hand through his unruly hair.
"No, but I figure he will be back. He seemed really upset. He only left something behind," Hermione said, heaving a heavy sigh.
"What is there left to do?" asked Ginny.
"Wait." *~*
"You understand the severity of your quest, young one?" the menacing, malicious voice asked from behind.
"Yes master, I will not fail. I will bring you what you want," he said robotically.
"Good. There has been plenty a time where my faithful servants have let me down. I do hope you can contemplate what will happen if you do not succeed." he sighed, his voice wheezed and drawn out.
"Yes, master. I know that if I fail, it will be my life. In your hands, I lay everything I own. Everything that I cherish," the man stated.
"We have gone through this once before, young one. As a faithful death- eater, you have already pledged your life to me. But now. you must go and retrieve what I truly need. If you happen to come upon any. people, that trouble you. You know what to do," he cackled, his eyes full of malice.
"Yes, I will call upon my fellow death-eaters. I will not fail you master. I will bring you the boy," and the man knelt before his master, to signify his true loyalty.
"You bring me Harry Potter, Weasley, and you will be rewarded. Highly rewarded." *~*
The three, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny, sat in complete silence for more than an hour. Not truly knowing what to do, they didn't do anything. Hermione sat at the foot of Harry's bed, while Ginny was sprawled out on the floor watching Harry pace back and forth.
"He should be back by now!" Harry said suddenly, making the other two jump.
"Yes, but maybe. Oh, no. You don't think something happened with." but she cut herself off, the look on Ginny's face unbearable.
"Ginny, I'm sure your mum is fine. If something happened, Ron would be here right now. He would have told us," Harry said, sitting down next to Ginny on the floor. He placed a comforting arm around her shoulders, and she sniffed.
"Oh, Ginny, don't cry! Everything. Well, things will get better. They have to," Hermione said, standing up from her place on the bed to sit on the floor on the other side of Ginny.
"They don't have to. Things could always get worse," Ron said from the doorway. Harry bolted up and the rest followed suit.
"Ron." Harry said quietly.
"Harry. How are you holding up?" Ron asked tiredly.
"Apparently better than most," Harry said in a would-be-happy manner.
"How's mum? Ginny squeaked.
"I don't know. She's. worse. I don't know what to do," he replied, running his hands through his hair and letting them drop.
"What do we do NOW?" Hermione asked.
"No more waiting, please. I suddenly feel impatient," Harry said, and they all laughed. "Wow, we haven't done that in a while. feels a bit foreign, doesn't it?"
"Sadly, yes," Ginny answered.
Hermione suddenly grew stiff, her face wearing a look of pure terror. It went a sickening color, so pale she looked ghost-like. Her eyes were fixed on the door.
"You aren't the only one who feels that way," the shadowed figure said from the doorway.
The occupants of the room took a step back, a reassuring step. They couldn't be too sure.
Harry's mind suddenly clicked, but not completely. He knew the voice; he had heard it so often before in his previous years at Hogwarts. Something drew his mind to Quidditch.
"Oliver!" Harry breathed, suddenly realizing the man was his former Quidditch captain. "You aren't. by any chance. working for the Dark Lord are you?"
"Not that I am aware of," he said, stepping out of the shadows, the sun from the open window consuming his every feature. His hair had grown considerably longer, a shaggy look. His clean cut and shaven appearance long forgotten, his face was stubbly. There was a large cut on his left eyebrow, but long since closed.
"How have you been, Oliver?" Harry asked, not knowing how to treat him.
"I'm not quite sure how to phrase it." Oliver chuckled.
"Your eye- What happened?" Hermione asked, taking in the scar on his eyebrow as well.
"Rogue bludger. You know all about those, Harry."
"You still play for England?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I do. But I had to take a day off to come here." Oliver said, stepping into the room a little bit more.
"To warn me that Percy is after me. Yes, I do realize that he is after me. What else is new?" Harry said, a little irritably.
"You know, I almost hate to say it, Harry, but you're a tad like your Uncle down there. Both of you seem to bad tempers. Didn't seem to like me much." he said, his face puzzled.
"I am NOTHING like my Uncle, and I never will be!" Harry replied defensively.
"Oh, don't take it personally, Oliver. He greeted me the same way," Ron said lightly.
"So you have heard, Harry. About Percy," Oliver said, not meeting anyone's eyes.
"Yes, so I have heard." Harry sighed, sitting back down.
Oliver took the chair from the desk and turned it around, sitting on it backwards. Ginny and Hermione sat on Harry's bed, and Ron just plopped himself on the floor next to Harry.
"Oliver, I realize that you are being helpful, but why did you. of all people, come to tell me about Percy?" Harry asked.
Oliver pondered this for a moment. "Don't really know why. Just didn't want to lose our future seeker!" Oliver said, beaming.
"Thanks for your concern Oliver," Harry said lifelessly. He turned to Ron at his right. "So, what do you propose we do, Ron? It's your call."
"I say we find Percy. Or go to Mum. Either way." But he stopped.
A voice from downstairs rumbled. "Boy, no more visitors!!!" Uncle Vernon bellowed.
"Who could it be now?" Harry asked, standing up and reaching for the door handle. He was stopped, however, because the door swung off its hinges, revealing the last person they all wanted to see.
"Percy."
(A/n :) READ AND REVIEW!! I know. I'm so EVIL *cackles madly* But truly, review. Thanks to those faithful people who reviewed and told me good things. I love ya!!
Things get crazy. They get so crazy you have to stop and ask yourself what went wrong. It's hard to tell a lot of the time, because you are so wrapped up in your own world you don't even realize what is going on around you. But, for Harry, that was not an option. However, his world topsy-turvy, he managed to hold on.
"Did Ron say he was coming back?" Harry asked softly, running a shaking hand through his unruly hair.
"No, but I figure he will be back. He seemed really upset. He only left something behind," Hermione said, heaving a heavy sigh.
"What is there left to do?" asked Ginny.
"Wait." *~*
"You understand the severity of your quest, young one?" the menacing, malicious voice asked from behind.
"Yes master, I will not fail. I will bring you what you want," he said robotically.
"Good. There has been plenty a time where my faithful servants have let me down. I do hope you can contemplate what will happen if you do not succeed." he sighed, his voice wheezed and drawn out.
"Yes, master. I know that if I fail, it will be my life. In your hands, I lay everything I own. Everything that I cherish," the man stated.
"We have gone through this once before, young one. As a faithful death- eater, you have already pledged your life to me. But now. you must go and retrieve what I truly need. If you happen to come upon any. people, that trouble you. You know what to do," he cackled, his eyes full of malice.
"Yes, I will call upon my fellow death-eaters. I will not fail you master. I will bring you the boy," and the man knelt before his master, to signify his true loyalty.
"You bring me Harry Potter, Weasley, and you will be rewarded. Highly rewarded." *~*
The three, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny, sat in complete silence for more than an hour. Not truly knowing what to do, they didn't do anything. Hermione sat at the foot of Harry's bed, while Ginny was sprawled out on the floor watching Harry pace back and forth.
"He should be back by now!" Harry said suddenly, making the other two jump.
"Yes, but maybe. Oh, no. You don't think something happened with." but she cut herself off, the look on Ginny's face unbearable.
"Ginny, I'm sure your mum is fine. If something happened, Ron would be here right now. He would have told us," Harry said, sitting down next to Ginny on the floor. He placed a comforting arm around her shoulders, and she sniffed.
"Oh, Ginny, don't cry! Everything. Well, things will get better. They have to," Hermione said, standing up from her place on the bed to sit on the floor on the other side of Ginny.
"They don't have to. Things could always get worse," Ron said from the doorway. Harry bolted up and the rest followed suit.
"Ron." Harry said quietly.
"Harry. How are you holding up?" Ron asked tiredly.
"Apparently better than most," Harry said in a would-be-happy manner.
"How's mum? Ginny squeaked.
"I don't know. She's. worse. I don't know what to do," he replied, running his hands through his hair and letting them drop.
"What do we do NOW?" Hermione asked.
"No more waiting, please. I suddenly feel impatient," Harry said, and they all laughed. "Wow, we haven't done that in a while. feels a bit foreign, doesn't it?"
"Sadly, yes," Ginny answered.
Hermione suddenly grew stiff, her face wearing a look of pure terror. It went a sickening color, so pale she looked ghost-like. Her eyes were fixed on the door.
"You aren't the only one who feels that way," the shadowed figure said from the doorway.
The occupants of the room took a step back, a reassuring step. They couldn't be too sure.
Harry's mind suddenly clicked, but not completely. He knew the voice; he had heard it so often before in his previous years at Hogwarts. Something drew his mind to Quidditch.
"Oliver!" Harry breathed, suddenly realizing the man was his former Quidditch captain. "You aren't. by any chance. working for the Dark Lord are you?"
"Not that I am aware of," he said, stepping out of the shadows, the sun from the open window consuming his every feature. His hair had grown considerably longer, a shaggy look. His clean cut and shaven appearance long forgotten, his face was stubbly. There was a large cut on his left eyebrow, but long since closed.
"How have you been, Oliver?" Harry asked, not knowing how to treat him.
"I'm not quite sure how to phrase it." Oliver chuckled.
"Your eye- What happened?" Hermione asked, taking in the scar on his eyebrow as well.
"Rogue bludger. You know all about those, Harry."
"You still play for England?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I do. But I had to take a day off to come here." Oliver said, stepping into the room a little bit more.
"To warn me that Percy is after me. Yes, I do realize that he is after me. What else is new?" Harry said, a little irritably.
"You know, I almost hate to say it, Harry, but you're a tad like your Uncle down there. Both of you seem to bad tempers. Didn't seem to like me much." he said, his face puzzled.
"I am NOTHING like my Uncle, and I never will be!" Harry replied defensively.
"Oh, don't take it personally, Oliver. He greeted me the same way," Ron said lightly.
"So you have heard, Harry. About Percy," Oliver said, not meeting anyone's eyes.
"Yes, so I have heard." Harry sighed, sitting back down.
Oliver took the chair from the desk and turned it around, sitting on it backwards. Ginny and Hermione sat on Harry's bed, and Ron just plopped himself on the floor next to Harry.
"Oliver, I realize that you are being helpful, but why did you. of all people, come to tell me about Percy?" Harry asked.
Oliver pondered this for a moment. "Don't really know why. Just didn't want to lose our future seeker!" Oliver said, beaming.
"Thanks for your concern Oliver," Harry said lifelessly. He turned to Ron at his right. "So, what do you propose we do, Ron? It's your call."
"I say we find Percy. Or go to Mum. Either way." But he stopped.
A voice from downstairs rumbled. "Boy, no more visitors!!!" Uncle Vernon bellowed.
"Who could it be now?" Harry asked, standing up and reaching for the door handle. He was stopped, however, because the door swung off its hinges, revealing the last person they all wanted to see.
"Percy."
(A/n :) READ AND REVIEW!! I know. I'm so EVIL *cackles madly* But truly, review. Thanks to those faithful people who reviewed and told me good things. I love ya!!