Diclaimer: I Don't own any characters in this story. They all belong to JK
Rowling.
Influenced
Chapter 4
"Harry, Ron; Help." Read Harry.
"It's definitely Hermione's writing..." Started Ron, but stopped at the sudden thought of why she had actually sent the note in the first place.
"Mum...Dad! Quick" Fred yelled down the stairs. Mr. and Mrs Weasley appeared almost at once, and gaped at the note.
"What do we do...?" Said Ginny, in a small squeak. Harry noticed that she had tears in her eyes.
"Don't worry dear," Said Mrs Weasley, nervously. "I'm sure Hermione is...fine..." But Harry saw the quick worried glance she gave Arthur, and realised it was not fine, not fine at all.
Harry decided that Mr. Weasley, Ron and himself should drive to a town to use the pay phone to call Hermione's house. Not Diagon Alley, but a muggle town, for they do not have telephones in the wizarding world.
After a long drive, they arrived in a small muggle town. Harry found a payphone and dialled the number Hermione had given him just before the end of school. There was no answer. The phone just rang and rang. Harry looked anxiously around.
"No answer" He explained. "Maybe.... maybe her parents are working, and she's....she's...." He couldn't think of an excuse.
"Should we send a letter to Dumbledore?" Asked Ron.
"No. I think Harry might be right. There probably is a reasonable explanation for all of this. We shan't bother Dumbledore. If you don't see her on the train, then I think we should begin to take action." Said Mr. Weasley.
They drove back to the Burrow, with heavy hearts, and explained their misfortune of still not being able to contact her. Tensions were running high, as everyone considered the possibilities of what had happened to Hermione.
A few days later, Harry, Ron, and Ginny had their bags packed and made their way to London. Harry would have usually been pleased about going to school, but today was not an ordinary day, as there were only three people getting the train.
As usual, they ran through the barrier and reached the other side of the wall, and saw the enormous Hogwarts steam train just waiting to take them to the castle, which Harry so oftenly referred to as 'home'.
They got in a carriage and sat down. The Weasleys were waving frantically, but Harry was not concentrating on this. He was looking for Hermione. He couldn't sit in his place. He got up and walked in and out of carriages. When he had gone five or six carriages down, he came to his enemy's, Draco Malfoys, carriage.
"Lost something, Potter?" He said. Crabbe and Goyle laughed foolishly.
"Get lost, Malfoy." He said, and turned towards the door.
"It wouldn't be your friend Weasel would it?" He sneered and got up. Harry didn't reply, but chose to ignore it.
"Or have you lost that filthy mudblood of yours? Granger?"
Harry could not take this. He turned around and tried out a spell he had once seen Ron attempt.
"Eat slugs Malfoy!"
The flash of blinding light flew out his wand and hit Malfoy straight in the chest. He fell backwards on to the carpet of the carriage, spluttering. His stomach lurched and cheeks swelled. Out of his mouth came the most enormous slug, a horrible greeny-brown colour. Soon, out came another, and another. Harry smirked, just as Ron and Ginny appeared beside him and laughed. Malfoy had a look of pure fury on his face. Just as they were about to turn and leave, a voice came from behind them.
"You shouldn't do that, Harry Potter. The spell could backfire...onto you..."
Hermione was standing there. She had said this in a voice unlike hers, in fact, the more Harry thought about it, she sounded a bit like Professor Snape would, when he set his eyes upon Harry, slowly and deadly.She had called him Harry Potter, which was unusual. She had a look of blankness on her face, and if she studied the scene wearily. Ron forced himself to say,
"Hermione....where..."
But Hermione wasn't listening. She didn't look like she was faintly interested at all.
Influenced
Chapter 4
"Harry, Ron; Help." Read Harry.
"It's definitely Hermione's writing..." Started Ron, but stopped at the sudden thought of why she had actually sent the note in the first place.
"Mum...Dad! Quick" Fred yelled down the stairs. Mr. and Mrs Weasley appeared almost at once, and gaped at the note.
"What do we do...?" Said Ginny, in a small squeak. Harry noticed that she had tears in her eyes.
"Don't worry dear," Said Mrs Weasley, nervously. "I'm sure Hermione is...fine..." But Harry saw the quick worried glance she gave Arthur, and realised it was not fine, not fine at all.
Harry decided that Mr. Weasley, Ron and himself should drive to a town to use the pay phone to call Hermione's house. Not Diagon Alley, but a muggle town, for they do not have telephones in the wizarding world.
After a long drive, they arrived in a small muggle town. Harry found a payphone and dialled the number Hermione had given him just before the end of school. There was no answer. The phone just rang and rang. Harry looked anxiously around.
"No answer" He explained. "Maybe.... maybe her parents are working, and she's....she's...." He couldn't think of an excuse.
"Should we send a letter to Dumbledore?" Asked Ron.
"No. I think Harry might be right. There probably is a reasonable explanation for all of this. We shan't bother Dumbledore. If you don't see her on the train, then I think we should begin to take action." Said Mr. Weasley.
They drove back to the Burrow, with heavy hearts, and explained their misfortune of still not being able to contact her. Tensions were running high, as everyone considered the possibilities of what had happened to Hermione.
A few days later, Harry, Ron, and Ginny had their bags packed and made their way to London. Harry would have usually been pleased about going to school, but today was not an ordinary day, as there were only three people getting the train.
As usual, they ran through the barrier and reached the other side of the wall, and saw the enormous Hogwarts steam train just waiting to take them to the castle, which Harry so oftenly referred to as 'home'.
They got in a carriage and sat down. The Weasleys were waving frantically, but Harry was not concentrating on this. He was looking for Hermione. He couldn't sit in his place. He got up and walked in and out of carriages. When he had gone five or six carriages down, he came to his enemy's, Draco Malfoys, carriage.
"Lost something, Potter?" He said. Crabbe and Goyle laughed foolishly.
"Get lost, Malfoy." He said, and turned towards the door.
"It wouldn't be your friend Weasel would it?" He sneered and got up. Harry didn't reply, but chose to ignore it.
"Or have you lost that filthy mudblood of yours? Granger?"
Harry could not take this. He turned around and tried out a spell he had once seen Ron attempt.
"Eat slugs Malfoy!"
The flash of blinding light flew out his wand and hit Malfoy straight in the chest. He fell backwards on to the carpet of the carriage, spluttering. His stomach lurched and cheeks swelled. Out of his mouth came the most enormous slug, a horrible greeny-brown colour. Soon, out came another, and another. Harry smirked, just as Ron and Ginny appeared beside him and laughed. Malfoy had a look of pure fury on his face. Just as they were about to turn and leave, a voice came from behind them.
"You shouldn't do that, Harry Potter. The spell could backfire...onto you..."
Hermione was standing there. She had said this in a voice unlike hers, in fact, the more Harry thought about it, she sounded a bit like Professor Snape would, when he set his eyes upon Harry, slowly and deadly.She had called him Harry Potter, which was unusual. She had a look of blankness on her face, and if she studied the scene wearily. Ron forced himself to say,
"Hermione....where..."
But Hermione wasn't listening. She didn't look like she was faintly interested at all.