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Influenced.
Chapter 3: The Message
At The Burrow, Mrs Weasley greeted Harry with a hug that almost choked him. "Harry, dear! How have you been? I have been so worried about you and Hermione! How have the muggles been treating you?"
She finally let Harry out of her grasp where he explained that the holidays had been fine.
Fred and George came over to Harry. "Harry," started Fred, "Me and George never got the chance to express our gratitude. We came with you to Diagon Alley so we could say this, because obviously we don't need any school stuff, but we never got the chance, so..."
George got something out of his pocket. It looked like a bunch of normal quills, but George explained.
"This was one of the first things we created. These are the only ones in existence. Before you get any homework, you place one of these on the teachers desk, and the ink contains Forgetful Fumes." Laughed George.
"Wow...thanks..." said Harry, unconvinced.
"But Harry, don't you see what this means? The professor forgets everything that happened during the last half an hour, so you don't get any homework, and you can usually leave the lesson early. During the lesson you can do ANYTHING YOU WANT. They won't remember a thing!"
Harry was deeply impressed by the quills by now, with just the thought of Professor Snape, the Potions master not knowing where he was, and the idea of never getting potions homework again.
Harry had lunch as soon as he stepped in the house (scrambled egg with wild mushrooms). He always thoroughly enjoyed his time at the Burrow, but this time seemed strange without Hermione, and Ginny had no one to talk to. Over lunch, everyone was discussing where Hermione might be.
"Well, I'm sure she's fine wherever she is." Exclaimed Mrs Weasley.
"Yes," Said Mr. Weasley. "She'd send us an owl if anything had gone wrong."
"But Mum, what if- " started Ginny, but Mrs Weasley interrupted her.
"Now Ginny, there will no what-if 's in my house. Hermione is fine. Now finish your dinner." She said sternly.
After lunch, Harry helped to de-gnome the garden. He swang the stout little gnome above his head and flung it over the hedge.
"Good throw Harry," Said George, throwing it at least seven foot further.
"So how's Percy getting on with his job?" Asked Harry. He hadn't seen much of Percy, except a brief encounter with him at lunch, where he gulped down his food and ran back upstairs.
"Oh yes, Weatherby's doing brilliantly." Teased Fred. "He even got to do a report on wand colour last week. He even reckons THAT was a promotion." Harry laughed and picked up another gnome.
After a quick game of Quidditch behind the trees over on the field near Rons house, it was soon time for dinner. They ate in the garden. Harry remembered the last time he did this when Ron's brothers, Bill and Charlie were playing with the table in the air. During dinner, Ginny was unusually quiet, but it was probably as she was worried about Hermione. Mrs Weasley was telling Fred and George about the state of their hair, and Mr. Weasley and Percy were discussing something to do with the ministry.
On their way back up to Rons room, Harry, Fred, George, Ginny and Ron were conversing about 'The Chudley Cannons', the Weasleys favourite Quidditch team. Ron had just opened his door, Ginny let out a shriek. Everyone looked around, and there, sitting on Rons bed, was Crookshanks.
The big ginger cat had a note in its mouth. Ron snatched it, and everyone crowded around to see it. The writing had trailed off at the end, as something had suddenly stopped the person from carrying on. The words were untidy, as it had been written very quickly, but it was unmistakably Hermione's writing. It read:
Harry, Ron; Help
Influenced.
Chapter 3: The Message
At The Burrow, Mrs Weasley greeted Harry with a hug that almost choked him. "Harry, dear! How have you been? I have been so worried about you and Hermione! How have the muggles been treating you?"
She finally let Harry out of her grasp where he explained that the holidays had been fine.
Fred and George came over to Harry. "Harry," started Fred, "Me and George never got the chance to express our gratitude. We came with you to Diagon Alley so we could say this, because obviously we don't need any school stuff, but we never got the chance, so..."
George got something out of his pocket. It looked like a bunch of normal quills, but George explained.
"This was one of the first things we created. These are the only ones in existence. Before you get any homework, you place one of these on the teachers desk, and the ink contains Forgetful Fumes." Laughed George.
"Wow...thanks..." said Harry, unconvinced.
"But Harry, don't you see what this means? The professor forgets everything that happened during the last half an hour, so you don't get any homework, and you can usually leave the lesson early. During the lesson you can do ANYTHING YOU WANT. They won't remember a thing!"
Harry was deeply impressed by the quills by now, with just the thought of Professor Snape, the Potions master not knowing where he was, and the idea of never getting potions homework again.
Harry had lunch as soon as he stepped in the house (scrambled egg with wild mushrooms). He always thoroughly enjoyed his time at the Burrow, but this time seemed strange without Hermione, and Ginny had no one to talk to. Over lunch, everyone was discussing where Hermione might be.
"Well, I'm sure she's fine wherever she is." Exclaimed Mrs Weasley.
"Yes," Said Mr. Weasley. "She'd send us an owl if anything had gone wrong."
"But Mum, what if- " started Ginny, but Mrs Weasley interrupted her.
"Now Ginny, there will no what-if 's in my house. Hermione is fine. Now finish your dinner." She said sternly.
After lunch, Harry helped to de-gnome the garden. He swang the stout little gnome above his head and flung it over the hedge.
"Good throw Harry," Said George, throwing it at least seven foot further.
"So how's Percy getting on with his job?" Asked Harry. He hadn't seen much of Percy, except a brief encounter with him at lunch, where he gulped down his food and ran back upstairs.
"Oh yes, Weatherby's doing brilliantly." Teased Fred. "He even got to do a report on wand colour last week. He even reckons THAT was a promotion." Harry laughed and picked up another gnome.
After a quick game of Quidditch behind the trees over on the field near Rons house, it was soon time for dinner. They ate in the garden. Harry remembered the last time he did this when Ron's brothers, Bill and Charlie were playing with the table in the air. During dinner, Ginny was unusually quiet, but it was probably as she was worried about Hermione. Mrs Weasley was telling Fred and George about the state of their hair, and Mr. Weasley and Percy were discussing something to do with the ministry.
On their way back up to Rons room, Harry, Fred, George, Ginny and Ron were conversing about 'The Chudley Cannons', the Weasleys favourite Quidditch team. Ron had just opened his door, Ginny let out a shriek. Everyone looked around, and there, sitting on Rons bed, was Crookshanks.
The big ginger cat had a note in its mouth. Ron snatched it, and everyone crowded around to see it. The writing had trailed off at the end, as something had suddenly stopped the person from carrying on. The words were untidy, as it had been written very quickly, but it was unmistakably Hermione's writing. It read:
Harry, Ron; Help