Harry turned to Hermione. "What's wrong?" she asked immediatly. Harry would be staying at her house that night, for the attacks had increased. "I just got an owl from Fudge-" Harry began. "What is it? Has Voldemort killed another family? Oh, we have to get ready!" Hermione cried, flinging clothes into a suitcase. "Hermione!" Harry said firmly. Hermione looked up reluctantly. "No, not another attack. Fudge has found out what Voldemort has planned to do to the wizarding world," Harry said grimly. Hermione sat down in a chair. "What?" came the faint reply. "He plans to put all of the wizards to sleep."
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"Mum!" a voice whispered in the dark hospital room. Molly stirred from her sleep. "Huh? What is it Fred?" she said sleepily. "No," said the raspy voice. Motherly instincts acted on Molly. "George!" Mrs. Weasley cried out. Everybody in the cramped room was now wide awake. "George!" everybody cried. There was a scramble to light the oil lamp, and Ron was pushed to the floor, along with Lavender. Light flickered across the face that had been lifeless the past few days. A smile swept across his face. "I'm back," George said with strength in his voice. All of the Weasleys, minus Ginny, crowded around George and hugged and kissed him. "I had a dream," he said suddenly. Arthur patted his son's shoulder. "Not now, son. Get some more rest. We have to tell Ginny," Arthur whispered. Willingly, George drifted off to sleep to dream about his wife and little girl.
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Draco quietly crept out of the bedroom, hoping that his owl was back. He had sent a message to Harry and Hermione to ask them about the attacks. Draco knew that soon enough, he, his wife, and child would have to move into the closet. "Thank God," Draco whispered as he entered the kitchen. His little brown owl had returned with a reply. Ripping the parchment open, Malfoy gasped in surprise. He sank down in a chair, not believing the words on the paper:
Draco, Ginny,
Get out of the house as quick as you can. Voldemort plans to put all the powerful wizards and witches to sleep, so the others will be helpless. One family has already been hit with the curse. Go anywhere, as long as you are far away from here. Don't forget to tell the family where you are going.
Harry
Draco quickly awoke Ginny, who began to pack the bags. Jasmine watched on with delight, not knowing that she was growing up during dark times. Ginny scribbled a note to her parents, and told them as well to leave as soon as possible. Draco flicked his wand, and the rest of the house became a tiny suitcase. Baby and suitcases in hand, the Malfoys went to search for a new home.
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Hermione shook her head. "This can't be happening!" she cried. Sobbing, she buried her head in her pillow. Harry walked into the bedroom. He sadly watched Hermione's shoulders heave up and down. Harry walked to the bed and sat down beside Hermione. There was nothing he could do, for Hermione would not believe the comforting words. But he could try. "Hermione," Harry said softly. Hermione sniffed and emerged from the pillow. She turned on her side, wiping her face. "I probably look awful," she said, her voice groggy. Harry shook his head. "No, no you don't. You look wonderful." Harry almost didn't believe the words that came out of his mouth, but then relized they were true.
Hermione suddenly felt herself being lifted up into a hug. She graciously let Harry wrap his arms around her and pat her hair down. Harry felt her bury her face into his shoulder. It was what he had wanted. It felt right to both of them. "Harry, ever since we walked out of Hogwarts together that night-" Hermione's voice failed her. "You felt that we should always be together, since we were together when we left behind our friends?" Harry finished. Hermione nodded, amazed that he felt the same way. The boy that had saved his life for her many times before. The one that had turned down her convincing words to stop him from dueling with Malfoy. All of that was behind them. The good and the bad. All that mattered was that they were together now, and always would be.
Hermione lifted her head and stared into Harry's eyes. Her head filled with fog. She couldn't think right. It was the same for Harry. Harry pulled Hermione close, and their noses touched......
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"Mum!" a voice whispered in the dark hospital room. Molly stirred from her sleep. "Huh? What is it Fred?" she said sleepily. "No," said the raspy voice. Motherly instincts acted on Molly. "George!" Mrs. Weasley cried out. Everybody in the cramped room was now wide awake. "George!" everybody cried. There was a scramble to light the oil lamp, and Ron was pushed to the floor, along with Lavender. Light flickered across the face that had been lifeless the past few days. A smile swept across his face. "I'm back," George said with strength in his voice. All of the Weasleys, minus Ginny, crowded around George and hugged and kissed him. "I had a dream," he said suddenly. Arthur patted his son's shoulder. "Not now, son. Get some more rest. We have to tell Ginny," Arthur whispered. Willingly, George drifted off to sleep to dream about his wife and little girl.
~ ~ ~
Draco quietly crept out of the bedroom, hoping that his owl was back. He had sent a message to Harry and Hermione to ask them about the attacks. Draco knew that soon enough, he, his wife, and child would have to move into the closet. "Thank God," Draco whispered as he entered the kitchen. His little brown owl had returned with a reply. Ripping the parchment open, Malfoy gasped in surprise. He sank down in a chair, not believing the words on the paper:
Draco, Ginny,
Get out of the house as quick as you can. Voldemort plans to put all the powerful wizards and witches to sleep, so the others will be helpless. One family has already been hit with the curse. Go anywhere, as long as you are far away from here. Don't forget to tell the family where you are going.
Harry
Draco quickly awoke Ginny, who began to pack the bags. Jasmine watched on with delight, not knowing that she was growing up during dark times. Ginny scribbled a note to her parents, and told them as well to leave as soon as possible. Draco flicked his wand, and the rest of the house became a tiny suitcase. Baby and suitcases in hand, the Malfoys went to search for a new home.
~ ~ ~
Hermione shook her head. "This can't be happening!" she cried. Sobbing, she buried her head in her pillow. Harry walked into the bedroom. He sadly watched Hermione's shoulders heave up and down. Harry walked to the bed and sat down beside Hermione. There was nothing he could do, for Hermione would not believe the comforting words. But he could try. "Hermione," Harry said softly. Hermione sniffed and emerged from the pillow. She turned on her side, wiping her face. "I probably look awful," she said, her voice groggy. Harry shook his head. "No, no you don't. You look wonderful." Harry almost didn't believe the words that came out of his mouth, but then relized they were true.
Hermione suddenly felt herself being lifted up into a hug. She graciously let Harry wrap his arms around her and pat her hair down. Harry felt her bury her face into his shoulder. It was what he had wanted. It felt right to both of them. "Harry, ever since we walked out of Hogwarts together that night-" Hermione's voice failed her. "You felt that we should always be together, since we were together when we left behind our friends?" Harry finished. Hermione nodded, amazed that he felt the same way. The boy that had saved his life for her many times before. The one that had turned down her convincing words to stop him from dueling with Malfoy. All of that was behind them. The good and the bad. All that mattered was that they were together now, and always would be.
Hermione lifted her head and stared into Harry's eyes. Her head filled with fog. She couldn't think right. It was the same for Harry. Harry pulled Hermione close, and their noses touched......