Hermione gradually came out of her unconscious state and opened her eyes slowly. The first thing she did was feel around for Oliver's hand, which was not there. She sat up and her hand landed upon a note. She read silently to herself.
Hermione,
Went to the office. Ministry called for emergency meeting this morning. I love you. Send the kids my love. I should be back around 7:30 tonight.
Hermione didn't know whether to smile or cry. She looked out of her bedroom window and all she saw was hints of happiness everywhere. The birds were singing cheerfully and the sky didn't show a hint of a single, fluffy cloud. So instead of showing any emotion, she pulled the covers off of her bed and frowned as she passed her mirror. She woke Corey up to go to school and fed Gabriella.
"Mum?" Corey asked thoughtfully.
Hermione looked up from her coffee and newspaper to glance at her son Corey. "Yes?"
"Where's daddy been, Mum? He hasn't been here for dinner lately and he didn't come to my baseball game." Those words tore at her heart but she knew exactly how he was feeling.
"He...he says he loves you very much, Corey. He really does. Daddy is just having trouble at the office right now."
Corey seemed satisfied with this answer but he still looked a bit upset. Hermione leaned over and kissed his forehead, at the same moment the faint sound of a bus honking sounded outside.
"There's your bus."
"Bye Mum!" Hermione smiled lovingly at him, and shooed him out the door. Then she spun around to face her daughter.
"Just you and me Gabby." Gabby answered back with a toothy grin and a slight giggle.
Several hours later when Gabby was napping and Hermione was blowing her hair out the phone suddenly shrilled beside her nightstand. She placed her blow dryer down and hesitated to pick it up but did it anyway, and her ears were met with a high-pitched voice.
"H-hello?" Hermione said, uncertain.
"We know about you Hermione." Said the very tiny voice. She was very taken aback by that. She didn't even know who this person was and what they were saying.
"Excuse me? What on earth are you talking about? How do you know my name?" The voice on the other line laughed and then it stopped.
"You are being ordered to report at the Dormitdle Manor immediately, Lord Voldemorts request." The voice said shrilly and rather amused.
Hermione didn't know if this was someone's idea of a sick joke but she answered anyway. "WHAT are you talking about? Who is this?"
"We know that you were born a Gold Falcon child. You have the ability to heal someone's wounds in just seconds with a touch. You are being ordered to go to the Dormitdle Manor in two days. The Dark Lord will not be patient with anyone so I advise you to be on time."
"First of all I am not going anywhere! And what are you talking about...the Dark Lord?" She didn't dare comment on the Golden Falcon. The fear in her voice as it shook was clearly audible. She tried to contain herself but she was struggling on her words now.
The line was silent for a moment before the slimy voice seeped through in a deadly whisper. "If you decline you will suffer the consequences." Then the line was dead. Hermione stood there still clutching the phone, her hands white from the pressure on the phone. Her eyes were now wide with fear. Who was this person? What was he talking about? A thousand questions invaded her mind. Should she ignore it?
Before she had anytime to think, Gabriella started crying.
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"I just don't understand it, Oliver. He sounded so serious. He sounded like he really meant what he said! And he knew about me being a Golden Falcon. How could he possibly known that? And then he said something about Voldemort but..."
Oliver silenced her by covering her lips with his own. It was done to comfort and shut her up. He broke the contact before kissing her head for a good measure. "Take a deep breath Hermione." She breathed in and out and sighed. "Stop worrying. It was probably some creep trying to scare you. You know how people get whenever he is mentioned. Stop worrying and leave the worrying to me. Now try and get to sleep. Tomorrow at work I'll see if I can dig something up on that manor you mentioned."
She loved him so much and she had mentioned the part where the voice threatened her. Oliver took it as a joke but if he would have heard the voice...it was still echoing inside her head. She didn't know if she was making a big deal out of it, but she didn't have time to think about it. And finally, sleep came upon Hermione.
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Apparently Hermione had slept late because the Muggle clock stated that it was 11:30 AM and the Weasley clock stated that Corey was in school, Gabriella was with her Grandma Granger, and Oliver was at work. (The Weasley's clock was given to them for their wedding as a present from Mrs. Weasley and the family). Oliver must have delayed work to make sure that the kids were all up and ready to go to school and go to Grandma's. Hermione stretched and sighed as she thought of what a good husband he was. He was perfect for her. She couldn't have asked God for more than Oliver, the love of her life.
After taking a shower and getting a bit to eat, she started to clean the kitchen. She turned on the mini-television and began to clean the dishes. She was starting to dry the dishes, when she paused with a dish in her hand. She did a double take when she heard and saw what the TV was saying.
"I'm Lindsey Lovingbuck reporting from WWN, World Wizard News. Today will no doubt be a day that no one has the words to describe. I'm sorry to report that this morning part of the buildings in the Ministry of Magic were set on fire by Death Eaters. We did not quite catch their names or their faces." Then the screen showed a map of the buildings, and then the areas that were set on fire. Hermione froze. She waited for someone to say it was a joke. But nothing; the TV was now telling all the details of the parts of the buildings that were destroyed, and recounting the events that morning. And then she heard what she did not want to hear. The whole world blurred before her and she could hardly hear the TV when Lindsey stated that there were "no survivors at this point." The Lindsey said the bodies recovered would be in the local morgue.
Hermione felt her world tilt and it spun. She felt all the air in her lungs leave in a violent whoosh. She couldn't hear the TV as it continued to describe the bloodbath. She didn't see anything. There was a buzzing noise in her ears that deafened her. That couldn't be true. She knew that Oliver worked in those buildings. Hundreds of people worked in those buildings. Then she remembered the phone call. She dropped the dish she was holding and it landed sending glass all over the floor, just as she let out a blood-curdling scream of anguish and despair.
***A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter...I'm going to cry. =( The next chapter should be up sometime tomorrow. Be sure to check in ;). Remember to review. Cuz I looooveeee reviews... Inspiration guys, inspiration. As I continue writing this story, the chapters will get longer and hopefully better. Thanks to all you guys that reviewed! I hope to see your names again!! And PS to the girl that asked me to read her fic, OPCOURSE I WILL!! Hehe im sorry I cant remember your name but fanfiction is being a real pain in the ass right now its going really slow so sorry!***
Hermione,
Went to the office. Ministry called for emergency meeting this morning. I love you. Send the kids my love. I should be back around 7:30 tonight.
Hermione didn't know whether to smile or cry. She looked out of her bedroom window and all she saw was hints of happiness everywhere. The birds were singing cheerfully and the sky didn't show a hint of a single, fluffy cloud. So instead of showing any emotion, she pulled the covers off of her bed and frowned as she passed her mirror. She woke Corey up to go to school and fed Gabriella.
"Mum?" Corey asked thoughtfully.
Hermione looked up from her coffee and newspaper to glance at her son Corey. "Yes?"
"Where's daddy been, Mum? He hasn't been here for dinner lately and he didn't come to my baseball game." Those words tore at her heart but she knew exactly how he was feeling.
"He...he says he loves you very much, Corey. He really does. Daddy is just having trouble at the office right now."
Corey seemed satisfied with this answer but he still looked a bit upset. Hermione leaned over and kissed his forehead, at the same moment the faint sound of a bus honking sounded outside.
"There's your bus."
"Bye Mum!" Hermione smiled lovingly at him, and shooed him out the door. Then she spun around to face her daughter.
"Just you and me Gabby." Gabby answered back with a toothy grin and a slight giggle.
Several hours later when Gabby was napping and Hermione was blowing her hair out the phone suddenly shrilled beside her nightstand. She placed her blow dryer down and hesitated to pick it up but did it anyway, and her ears were met with a high-pitched voice.
"H-hello?" Hermione said, uncertain.
"We know about you Hermione." Said the very tiny voice. She was very taken aback by that. She didn't even know who this person was and what they were saying.
"Excuse me? What on earth are you talking about? How do you know my name?" The voice on the other line laughed and then it stopped.
"You are being ordered to report at the Dormitdle Manor immediately, Lord Voldemorts request." The voice said shrilly and rather amused.
Hermione didn't know if this was someone's idea of a sick joke but she answered anyway. "WHAT are you talking about? Who is this?"
"We know that you were born a Gold Falcon child. You have the ability to heal someone's wounds in just seconds with a touch. You are being ordered to go to the Dormitdle Manor in two days. The Dark Lord will not be patient with anyone so I advise you to be on time."
"First of all I am not going anywhere! And what are you talking about...the Dark Lord?" She didn't dare comment on the Golden Falcon. The fear in her voice as it shook was clearly audible. She tried to contain herself but she was struggling on her words now.
The line was silent for a moment before the slimy voice seeped through in a deadly whisper. "If you decline you will suffer the consequences." Then the line was dead. Hermione stood there still clutching the phone, her hands white from the pressure on the phone. Her eyes were now wide with fear. Who was this person? What was he talking about? A thousand questions invaded her mind. Should she ignore it?
Before she had anytime to think, Gabriella started crying.
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"I just don't understand it, Oliver. He sounded so serious. He sounded like he really meant what he said! And he knew about me being a Golden Falcon. How could he possibly known that? And then he said something about Voldemort but..."
Oliver silenced her by covering her lips with his own. It was done to comfort and shut her up. He broke the contact before kissing her head for a good measure. "Take a deep breath Hermione." She breathed in and out and sighed. "Stop worrying. It was probably some creep trying to scare you. You know how people get whenever he is mentioned. Stop worrying and leave the worrying to me. Now try and get to sleep. Tomorrow at work I'll see if I can dig something up on that manor you mentioned."
She loved him so much and she had mentioned the part where the voice threatened her. Oliver took it as a joke but if he would have heard the voice...it was still echoing inside her head. She didn't know if she was making a big deal out of it, but she didn't have time to think about it. And finally, sleep came upon Hermione.
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Apparently Hermione had slept late because the Muggle clock stated that it was 11:30 AM and the Weasley clock stated that Corey was in school, Gabriella was with her Grandma Granger, and Oliver was at work. (The Weasley's clock was given to them for their wedding as a present from Mrs. Weasley and the family). Oliver must have delayed work to make sure that the kids were all up and ready to go to school and go to Grandma's. Hermione stretched and sighed as she thought of what a good husband he was. He was perfect for her. She couldn't have asked God for more than Oliver, the love of her life.
After taking a shower and getting a bit to eat, she started to clean the kitchen. She turned on the mini-television and began to clean the dishes. She was starting to dry the dishes, when she paused with a dish in her hand. She did a double take when she heard and saw what the TV was saying.
"I'm Lindsey Lovingbuck reporting from WWN, World Wizard News. Today will no doubt be a day that no one has the words to describe. I'm sorry to report that this morning part of the buildings in the Ministry of Magic were set on fire by Death Eaters. We did not quite catch their names or their faces." Then the screen showed a map of the buildings, and then the areas that were set on fire. Hermione froze. She waited for someone to say it was a joke. But nothing; the TV was now telling all the details of the parts of the buildings that were destroyed, and recounting the events that morning. And then she heard what she did not want to hear. The whole world blurred before her and she could hardly hear the TV when Lindsey stated that there were "no survivors at this point." The Lindsey said the bodies recovered would be in the local morgue.
Hermione felt her world tilt and it spun. She felt all the air in her lungs leave in a violent whoosh. She couldn't hear the TV as it continued to describe the bloodbath. She didn't see anything. There was a buzzing noise in her ears that deafened her. That couldn't be true. She knew that Oliver worked in those buildings. Hundreds of people worked in those buildings. Then she remembered the phone call. She dropped the dish she was holding and it landed sending glass all over the floor, just as she let out a blood-curdling scream of anguish and despair.
***A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter...I'm going to cry. =( The next chapter should be up sometime tomorrow. Be sure to check in ;). Remember to review. Cuz I looooveeee reviews... Inspiration guys, inspiration. As I continue writing this story, the chapters will get longer and hopefully better. Thanks to all you guys that reviewed! I hope to see your names again!! And PS to the girl that asked me to read her fic, OPCOURSE I WILL!! Hehe im sorry I cant remember your name but fanfiction is being a real pain in the ass right now its going really slow so sorry!***