Harry quickly sat up in his rather tiny bed. he had just had a dream that Voldemort had gained access to Hermione's bedroom and was taking her away. But was that all he was doing? She had looked hurt almost like she wasn't breathing. Voldemort had picked her up and slung her over his shoulder and was leaving the room when Hermione looked up and whispered Harry's name. That was when he woke up.
Harry took his hand and wiped it across his forehead. He was drenched in sweat. What if his dream was actually a reality? What would he do if his Hermione was taken away? And especially by Voldemort. Well he would fight for her. Wouldn't he?
Harry was angered by this thought. OF Course he would fight for Hermione. He loved her. And he had to protect her. No matter what.
He laid back down in his bed and slowly drifted off to sleep knowing and reassuring himself that he would protect Hermione no matter what. Even if it killed him. Even if it killed him. He would keep her safe.
The next morning Harry awoke from the sunlight dancing on his face. He didn't even remember his dream. Although he did remember that his dream had to do with Voldemort. But what about him?
Just then a little owl came whizzing in through the open window.
"PIG!" Harry stated. Very excited to read the letter that the owl held. Harry went over to the dresser, to where Pig was seated, and got the letter. He went and sat back on his bed and opened the letter. Not wanting to wait another second to read the letter from his best friend, Ron.
Untying the piece of green ribbon that was around the scrolled paper the letter unrolled itself.
It stated in sloppy handwriting a quick note, which looked like it had been written in a hurry:
Harry --
Come quick to the burrow. Fly, run, walk, whatever you have to do just get OVER here! NOW! TODAY! Hermione has been kidnapped!
--Ron
"Bloody Hell." Harry whispered outloud. His dream flooding his memory.
He then stood up, his hands shaking, and walked over to his dresser and got his clothes. He even got the sweater Mrs. Weasley had knitted him. And then he threw it all in his midnight black trunk. Not bothering to fold any of it.
He closed Hedwig's cage. He then re-opened it, realizing that Hedwig was not in the cage. "Bloody Hell." He repeated. "HEDWIG!" He yelled out the window. Thirty seconds later the snowy owl appeared and settled in her cage. "We're leaving. We have to go to Ron's. Hermione's gone." Harry told Hedwig.
Harry then gave her a quick peck on the head at the sight of understanding in his owl's face. "We'll take the Knight Bus. Its the only way I know for sure how to get there. Its way to long to walk. And FLY? Thats crazy. This is my only choice."
Harry then began to gather all his things. Broomstick, Invisibility Robe, more clothes, things for Hedwig, anything he could fit. And he spent the rest of the day in his miniscule room rearranging things in his trunk to make it all fit. He even took his books for school. Although he really didn't need them."They may come in handy for something." He said as he stuffed them into the trunk.
At nine thirty Harry appeared outside and waited half and hour for the Knight Bus. When it arrived he quietly got on and told the driver where he wanted to go.
"Ronald Weasley's home, please."
"Is that the son of Arthur Weasley?"
"Yes it is."
"Okay. We'll be there in no time."
Harry walked toward the back of the bus and laid down. He tried to get some rest, knowing that he would need all the strength he could get to find Hermione. But he couldn't. All he could think about was her whispering his name when Voldemort carried her out of her bedroom.
Harry took his hand and wiped it across his forehead. He was drenched in sweat. What if his dream was actually a reality? What would he do if his Hermione was taken away? And especially by Voldemort. Well he would fight for her. Wouldn't he?
Harry was angered by this thought. OF Course he would fight for Hermione. He loved her. And he had to protect her. No matter what.
He laid back down in his bed and slowly drifted off to sleep knowing and reassuring himself that he would protect Hermione no matter what. Even if it killed him. Even if it killed him. He would keep her safe.
The next morning Harry awoke from the sunlight dancing on his face. He didn't even remember his dream. Although he did remember that his dream had to do with Voldemort. But what about him?
Just then a little owl came whizzing in through the open window.
"PIG!" Harry stated. Very excited to read the letter that the owl held. Harry went over to the dresser, to where Pig was seated, and got the letter. He went and sat back on his bed and opened the letter. Not wanting to wait another second to read the letter from his best friend, Ron.
Untying the piece of green ribbon that was around the scrolled paper the letter unrolled itself.
It stated in sloppy handwriting a quick note, which looked like it had been written in a hurry:
Harry --
Come quick to the burrow. Fly, run, walk, whatever you have to do just get OVER here! NOW! TODAY! Hermione has been kidnapped!
--Ron
"Bloody Hell." Harry whispered outloud. His dream flooding his memory.
He then stood up, his hands shaking, and walked over to his dresser and got his clothes. He even got the sweater Mrs. Weasley had knitted him. And then he threw it all in his midnight black trunk. Not bothering to fold any of it.
He closed Hedwig's cage. He then re-opened it, realizing that Hedwig was not in the cage. "Bloody Hell." He repeated. "HEDWIG!" He yelled out the window. Thirty seconds later the snowy owl appeared and settled in her cage. "We're leaving. We have to go to Ron's. Hermione's gone." Harry told Hedwig.
Harry then gave her a quick peck on the head at the sight of understanding in his owl's face. "We'll take the Knight Bus. Its the only way I know for sure how to get there. Its way to long to walk. And FLY? Thats crazy. This is my only choice."
Harry then began to gather all his things. Broomstick, Invisibility Robe, more clothes, things for Hedwig, anything he could fit. And he spent the rest of the day in his miniscule room rearranging things in his trunk to make it all fit. He even took his books for school. Although he really didn't need them."They may come in handy for something." He said as he stuffed them into the trunk.
At nine thirty Harry appeared outside and waited half and hour for the Knight Bus. When it arrived he quietly got on and told the driver where he wanted to go.
"Ronald Weasley's home, please."
"Is that the son of Arthur Weasley?"
"Yes it is."
"Okay. We'll be there in no time."
Harry walked toward the back of the bus and laid down. He tried to get some rest, knowing that he would need all the strength he could get to find Hermione. But he couldn't. All he could think about was her whispering his name when Voldemort carried her out of her bedroom.