Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter or the characters in this story,
JK Rowling does. Talk to her.
Chapter 2: Meeting
On Tuesday morning, Harry had little time to worry about where Hermione might be, as he was too worried about how the Weasleys might arrive. He knew there was no way they were going to arrive by car, as the Whomping Willow destroyed the only car they had in Harry's second year. They probably would arrive by floo powder, but that's what Harry was anxious about. The Dursleys disapproved of anything magical in their lives, and their last meeting with the Weasleys wasn't exactly a pleasant event.
At twelve, Harry was surprised when they heard a knock on the door. In came Mr. Weasley, Ron, Fred, George and Ginny. Dudley was still snivelling behind Aunt Petunia, who had a look of pure terror on her face, and Vernon just looked extremely annoyed.
Mr Weasley tried desperately to make a conversation;
"Hello again Mr. and Mrs Dursley." He approached them with a hand outstretched, obviously expecting them to shake it. Seeing them back away, he finished his sentence. "Er, well, we'll be off as soon as Harry gets his case." He smiled weakly.
"We'll get it, Dad!" Said Fred and George simultaneously, rushing upstairs to Harry's bedroom, sniggering at Dudley as they passed.
Once everyone was packed into the extremely spacious (and probably a company car. Harry thought it rude to ask) car, Ron and Harry had a conversation in low whispers.
"So, where do you think Hermione is?" Ron hissed.
"I have no idea. I wouldn't know what to do if we didn't see her on the train"
"But she will be on the train...won't she?" Rons eyes grew wide.
"Of course she will!" Harry was reassuring himself more than anyone else.
"Yes! She will!" Ron chorused.
"Yes! Surely!" Harry was almost screaming.
"Yes!"
"YES!"
By now the entire contents of the Weasleys car was now staring at them both, each one with their mouths half open with a very curious look on their face.
"Er-hm." Harry cleared his throat and laughed feebly. Ron was quite literally twiddling his thumbs and staring at his feet. By now they had reached London, and only had the smallest fragment of time to wait until they reached Diagon Alley.
Once there, Harry and Ron went first to the ice cream parlour, and then to the bookshop.
"If Hermione is anywhere, it will be in here." Ron stated, looking cautiously at the Monster book of Monsters, and staring pitifully at the shop assistant reaching into the cage with dragon hide gloves and a look of terror on his face.
Harry, on the other hand, was walking gingerly around the shelves, looking for his friend. Suprisingly, Hermione wasn't there.
"I can't find her anywhere." He reported back to Ron.
"Me neither. I guess if we don't see her on the Hogwarts Express, then we should start panicking." Ron replyed.
After they had finished shopping, the Weasleys and Harry trooped back to the car. "Ginny," asked Harry, "Do you know anything about what's happened to Hermione?" Ginny, who always dropped her books or stuttered when Harry talked to her, just looked casual. Maybe she had gotten over the fact that she was sitting next to a celebrity.
"No. I'm getting really worried. She usually sends me an owl or something." Ginny was now biting her bottom lip, and the rest of the journey to the Burrow was almost in silence.
Chapter 2: Meeting
On Tuesday morning, Harry had little time to worry about where Hermione might be, as he was too worried about how the Weasleys might arrive. He knew there was no way they were going to arrive by car, as the Whomping Willow destroyed the only car they had in Harry's second year. They probably would arrive by floo powder, but that's what Harry was anxious about. The Dursleys disapproved of anything magical in their lives, and their last meeting with the Weasleys wasn't exactly a pleasant event.
At twelve, Harry was surprised when they heard a knock on the door. In came Mr. Weasley, Ron, Fred, George and Ginny. Dudley was still snivelling behind Aunt Petunia, who had a look of pure terror on her face, and Vernon just looked extremely annoyed.
Mr Weasley tried desperately to make a conversation;
"Hello again Mr. and Mrs Dursley." He approached them with a hand outstretched, obviously expecting them to shake it. Seeing them back away, he finished his sentence. "Er, well, we'll be off as soon as Harry gets his case." He smiled weakly.
"We'll get it, Dad!" Said Fred and George simultaneously, rushing upstairs to Harry's bedroom, sniggering at Dudley as they passed.
Once everyone was packed into the extremely spacious (and probably a company car. Harry thought it rude to ask) car, Ron and Harry had a conversation in low whispers.
"So, where do you think Hermione is?" Ron hissed.
"I have no idea. I wouldn't know what to do if we didn't see her on the train"
"But she will be on the train...won't she?" Rons eyes grew wide.
"Of course she will!" Harry was reassuring himself more than anyone else.
"Yes! She will!" Ron chorused.
"Yes! Surely!" Harry was almost screaming.
"Yes!"
"YES!"
By now the entire contents of the Weasleys car was now staring at them both, each one with their mouths half open with a very curious look on their face.
"Er-hm." Harry cleared his throat and laughed feebly. Ron was quite literally twiddling his thumbs and staring at his feet. By now they had reached London, and only had the smallest fragment of time to wait until they reached Diagon Alley.
Once there, Harry and Ron went first to the ice cream parlour, and then to the bookshop.
"If Hermione is anywhere, it will be in here." Ron stated, looking cautiously at the Monster book of Monsters, and staring pitifully at the shop assistant reaching into the cage with dragon hide gloves and a look of terror on his face.
Harry, on the other hand, was walking gingerly around the shelves, looking for his friend. Suprisingly, Hermione wasn't there.
"I can't find her anywhere." He reported back to Ron.
"Me neither. I guess if we don't see her on the Hogwarts Express, then we should start panicking." Ron replyed.
After they had finished shopping, the Weasleys and Harry trooped back to the car. "Ginny," asked Harry, "Do you know anything about what's happened to Hermione?" Ginny, who always dropped her books or stuttered when Harry talked to her, just looked casual. Maybe she had gotten over the fact that she was sitting next to a celebrity.
"No. I'm getting really worried. She usually sends me an owl or something." Ginny was now biting her bottom lip, and the rest of the journey to the Burrow was almost in silence.