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Harry Potter, Hermione, The Weasleys, Viktor, anything in the books, or
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Also, I still need people to send in charas for the fic, for the upcoming chapters, the info I need for the characters is in the reviews for my first copy of "Harry Potter and The Daughter Of Hogwarts" , please check it out, and help me out here, Iris, my friend, and I are running out of ideas for charas and my phone books falling apart. (Okay, maybe it isn't falling a part yet, but I need some help here!) Please, be kind! =)
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Sylvia huddled in the corner screaming as the whip struck, each time seeming to be even harder each time it hit her back.
"You had the chance to save yourself, but now you must suffer! Spoiled brat! Your father won't be too happy." Shrill screams continued to fill the dungeon of the hollow castle. Finally, they stopped, and soon, so did the snap of the whip, the door of the dungeon opened and the figure walked out, laughing to himself.
In the dungeon, Sylvia lay on the floor, barely conscious, the pain the only thing keeping her awake, but the pain very slowly began to fade, a light emitting from underneath her shirt. She was breathing hard, the back of her shirt slashed, the blood from her slashes spilled slowly onto the floor.
"NO!" Harry yelled, shooting up from his bed, covered in a cold sweat. His scar stinging, rather than burning, on his forehead. He touched his scar, in the middle of his forehead, was hot. He winced, his head hurting as his finger tips barely grazed it. He took a few deep breaths and looked out the window he slept under, the sky was clear, the stars plainly visible.
"What's wrong Harry?" Ron stirred, sitting up, rubbing his eyes with a yawn.
"N-Nothing, just a -a bad dream, that's all, go back to sleep." Harry said.
"All right, g'night mate." Ron said, then, slumped back down on his bed, turning over and falling back to sleep. Harry stayed awake, his head in his hands, breathing hard, trying to grasp his dream, the only thing he could see was the girl on the ground, blood coming from her back.
...Help me....please..Harry.....
Now Harry knew that he wasn't hearing things, it was girl from his dream calling for help, but, how could he help her, he doesn't even know where she is?
Harry didn't get much more sleep that night, if he fell asleep, he would be half a sleep, then see a flashback of his nightmares, each time, he would shoot up, breathing hard. So, at about 5 o'clock in the morning as the sun started to rise, he gave up the idea of anymore sleep and got out of bed, getting dressed, going downstairs, and sitting at a table, a plate appearing before him.
"Yolk eggs, bacon, and toast please." Harry yawned to the plate. No sooner had he requested his breakfast, had it appeared on his plate. He picked up his fork and spoon, and started eating.
By the time Harry had finished his breakfast Hermione was coming out yawning and stretching.
"Good morning Harry." She said, sitting next to him, "What's up with Ron?"
"Oh, nothing." Harry lied.
"Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah?"
"You're lying."
"Umm, if you want to know what's wrong, go ask him, I'm just going to do my best to stay out of this," Harry said, "He probably isn't even awake yet, I don't think, I'll go check." And with that, Harry stood up, and headed back to his room, he walked in, and saw Ron, just starting to wake up. "Morning Ron!" Harry said, loudly, making Ron jump , and roll out of bed onto the floor.
"What the bloody 'ell was that for?" Ron near yelled, remembering the time, as he stood up, pulling himself out of the messy bed sheets and blanket.
"To wake you up," Then Harry grinned, "I'll be right back."
"All right mate." Ron said, stretching and yawning loudly.
"He's up." Hermione looked up from her seat at the table, studying her hands, which were folded on the table, she smiled, and nodded her thanks, then headed upstairs. Upon reaching Ron and Harry's room, Hermione knocked.
"You know, you don't have to knock to come in." Ron said from his suitcase at the other end of the room. Hermione looked at Ron oddly, just shrugged it off, and entered. "So, what were you up so early for?" Ron asked, his back still to Hermione, thinking she was Harry, Ron yawned again and stretched, then pulled off his night shirt, A quiet gasp escaped her lips, Ron not hearing her. Hermione felt her cheeks flush, from both embarrassment and nervousness. She suddenly felt like turning on heel and running, but then remembered what she was there for. Suddenly mustering up enough courage, she cleared her throat, then said timidly,
"To talk to you, Ron." Ron jumped, and spun around, looking surprised at Hermione, the his expression hardened.
"Oh, it's you." Ron said, turning back to his suitcase.
"Ron!" Hermione cried.
"What do you want!" Ron yelled, turning back to Hermione angrily.
"I want-I want-" Hermione stuttered, her eyes tearing.
"Well, spit it out!" Ron spat, not seeing the tears forming in her eyes. Then Hermione, turned and began to run.
"Hermione! Wait!" Ron said, his solid expression softening. Hermione stopped at the door, her hand on the frame. "I'm sorry. So, what is it?" Ron asked, walked up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"It-It's nothing, really.." Hermione said, rubbing her eyes, looking back at Ron smiling, "See you later." Ron just stood there, blinking, his facing obviously his worry and dumbfoundedness.
"All right then," Ron said, removing his hand from Hermione's shoulder, "See you later then." Then Hermione walked out. Ron closed the door behind her, leaned up against the door, sighed, and said to himself, "I'm such an idiot." He sighed again, looking up at the ceiling, then went to continue getting dressed.
Hermione got down stairs, and Harry and Viktor were down there talking. She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. She walked over to Harry and Viktor and sat down next to Harry, they were both tied into a conversation about Quiddtich.
"Viktor?" Hermione said, her turned to face her, "Can I talk to you outside for a minute?
"All right." Viktor said, standing up, "Ve can ta'k later Harry."
"No problem with that mate." Harry said, then chuckled to himself, realizing that he had been picking up Ron's lingo. Hermione led Viktor outside and they began to talk, Harry not wanting to bother them, some how already knowing what Hermione wanted to talk about. Within a few minutes, Ron came downstairs in a bit of a hurry.
"Where's Hermione?" He asked kind of alarmed.
"She's outside talking to Viktor." Harry said.
"Oh." Ron said, slumping down into a chair next to Harry
"You know why she's out there?" Harry asked, "And why I tricked you into thinking it was me up there instead of Hermione?"
"No." Ron said bluntly as he slouched, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Isn't it obvious!" Harry said, "Ron, she _likes_ you." Ron looked up at Harry from his lazy position in his chair.
"Really?" Harry nodded.
"Well, she has an odd way of showing it." Ron muttered hotly.
"So do you." Harry muttered under his breath, "You aren't exactly hinting that you like her either." Ron didn't answer, and just stared at the table, speechless. "Ron, you have to talk to her."
"I know," Ron sighed. "But, what do I say?"
"What's on you mind, and in your heart, I guess...." Harry said, surprised at what he knew, not having to do so before.
"Thanks, mate." Ron said with a smile, sitting up as Hermione and Viktor came back in.
"Good morning Ronald." Viktor said, sitting on the other side of Harry, and Hermione taking the other seat next to Ron, slightly blushing.
"Mornin' Viktor." Ron said.
Later, at about 9, the rest of the Weasleys were wide awake, but Ron, and Harry were walking around, doing some last minute shopping for school supplies, since school was in two weeks.
"We still need to get new robes." Harry said sheepishly, his robes still torn and tattered from the Tri-wizardry Tournament, plus he sort of out grew his robes again, and he needed new Quiddtich robes, his old ones full of moth wholes from being out of use for a year.
"Okay." Ron said, "Besides, I'm thinkin' of joinin' the Quiddtich team this year, and I need robes." Then Ron reached into his pockets, only to pull out cloth. "Uh oh," Ron said, looking up at Harry, "I'm broke mate."
"Don't worry about it!" Harry said, giving a clap on the back, "It's on me."
"Really? You wouldn't mind," Ron said greatfully, "I mean, Quiddtich robes cost quiet a bit. "Don't worry about it, think of it as a VERY LATE birthday present." Harry laughed as they entered the robes shop, running into Viktor and Hermione.
"Hello Harry, Hello Ronald!" Viktor said, waving, "Vant to 'elp Herm-own- ny and I vind robes?"
"Sure." Harry said, Ron nodding, her face suddenly hardening. Harry elbowed Ron slightly in the arm.
"Okay." Ron said.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" Madame Malkin asked as she approached the four of them.
"Hogwarts school robes and Quiddtich robes to be fitted please." Harry said.
"Any dress robes for any of you?" Madame Malkin asked, "We're having a sale this week, with the purchase of any Quiddtich robes, and dress robes are 5 galleons off!"
"Umm, I'm not sure..." Harry said, then looked back at Ron, "Did you get new robes yet?"
"Yeah, Fred and George got my these really snazzy robes from my birthday after school, or so they said, looked to have cost a fortune!" Ron said, then added, "Beats me where they got the money for them though." Harry surpressed a chuckle, remembering EXTACTLY where they got the money from.
"I think I'd like to buy a new dress." Hermione said smiling
"I'm buy new Quiddtich practice robes" Viktor said, eyeing the practice robes to the left.
"Will anything besides the Hogwarts robes need to be fitted?" Madame Malkin asked. Harry looked back, everyone one shaking their heads.
"No, we can look around for everything else." Harry said.
"All right, any of you who need to be fitted into their Hogwarts Robes, follow me." Madame Malkin said, heading to the back of the shot.
"I'll look for my practice robes while you are fitted into your school robes." Viktor said.,
"All right." Hermione was the only one to reply, Harry and Ron already following Madame Malkin.
Within the next hour, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were fitted into their new sets of robes, paid for their robes, and went to meet Viktor at the front of the store, leaning against the wall with his bag in hand.
"I'm going to stay here and find a new dress." Hermione said.
"All right, meet you back at the Leaky Cauldron." Harry said, but Hermione grabbed Ron's arm.
"Umm Ron, could you stay, please? I need to talk to you, in private." Hermione asked timidly. Ron looked back at her worriedly, and nodded with a small smile. Ron looked back at Harry and Viktor.
"I'll catch up with you later." Ron said.
"Okay, see you both later." Harry said as he and Viktor left. When the left the shop, Harry sighed.
"Ron's lucky." Harry thought out loud.
"Vhy vould Ronald be lucky?" Viktor said, looking over at Harry curiously.
"Because," Harry said, smirking, "He's almost got a girlfriend."
"Oh" Viktor said. Then, they both sight, and continued on.
"Ron, are you mad at me?" Hermione asked. Ron just blinked at her curiously, and replied,
"Why would I be mad at you?"
"Because," Hermione began, "You've been a bit hot-headed around me since you saw me yesterday, and you've barely said a word to me, I was so happy to see you yesterday, and you just, didn't seem to care." Ron looked sympathetically at Hermione and sighed.
"I was happy to see you yesterday." Ron said, "Really."
"Well, you have a great way of showing it." Hermione said, turning red in the face, from a mix of embarrassment and anger.
"But-" Ron cut himself short, sighed again, and put a hand on Hermione's shoulder, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"Ron," Hermione said looking nervously at Ron.
"Yeah?" Ron said, seeming to step closer to Hermione, leaning slightly closer.
"Uhhh," Hermione said, "You-you better go catch up with Harry and Viktor." Ron looked dumbfounded at Hermione, and pulled away, even though he didn't want to, smiled, and replied,
"Okay, meet you back there." Ron gave Hermione a pat on the shoulder, and turned around, and began walking away, still looking back at Hermione, then he slowly looked away, heading back to the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione sighed, and headed to the gowns to find a new gown, just in case.
Ron got back to the Leaky Cauldron to find his mom and dad sitting there, their bags there with them by the fire place.
"Ron," Ron's dad said, looking up at him as he entered, "We're leaving early."
"Why?" Ron asked.
"It's official Ministry business, Ron, you'll understand." Ron's mother said, walking over to him, laying a hand on his shoulder, but he shook her off.
"Where's Harry?" Ron asked.
"Packing up his things upstairs." Mrs. Weasley said, getting back to the fireplace. Ron ran to his and Harry's room to find Harry, pulling all of his school supplies in his trunk, and the few clothes he had, minus his school robes.
"Harry," Ron said, "Do you know why we're leaving?" Ron walked over to her bed and began picking up his belongs and throwing them into his suitcase.
"I don't know." Harry sighed, closing his trunk, then he sat down on his bed, and looked at the floor, his look kind of dazed. He drifted off into his dream, hearing the girl again,
~ Harry ~ Her voice seemed to hiss in his ear, ~ Please, help me, you're my only hope.... ~
"Harry?" Ron's voice echoed, but Harry couldn't reach him.
~ Harry Potter, please.... ~ They hissed pleadingly.
"Harry, you okay mate?" Ron said. Footsteps were heard on a hollow floor.
~ HARRY! ~ She screamed.
"Harry!" Ron said, shaking Harry violently.
"Huh!" Harry said dumbfounded, then looked up to find a worry faced Ron.
"Are you okay? I called your name like three times and you didn't even blink." Ron asked.
"Yeah-yeah, I'm okay." Harry said, taking off his glasses, looking at them, pretending that nothing happened. He held them up to the light, and cleaned them with his shirt.
"Are you sure?" Ron asked, "I mean, we can go to doctor's if you want?" Harry smiled.
"Yeah, I'm fine really, I'm just tired." Harry said as he stood up, "Come on, we'd better go see if Hermione's back so we can tell her that we're going to be leaving soon."
"Good idea." Ron said sulkily. Harry could tell that now that Hermione and him were on good terms, he didn't want to have to leave so soon, and he didn't really want to leave her with Viktor, even if he was one of his favorite Quiddtich players, her didn't really trust the guy.
When Harry and Ron reach Madame Malkin's Robes For All Occasions, (AN: I think that's what it's called, I _actually_ don't have one of the books at hand at the moment, someone please leave a review and notify me if it's wrong. Thanks!) and entered, finding Hermione at the counter, paying for her gown, which was in a thin white box , sealed with spell-o-tape.
"Thank you, see you next year dear." Madame Malkin said, giving Hermione her change.
"See you!" Hermione said cheerily, then she saw Harry and Ron and smiled, then quickly frowned noting the sad expressions on their faces. She walked over to them and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Hermione," Ron said, and sighed, "We have to leave A.S.A.P., my dad insists we leave, he has to go some where on Ministry business and, we have to go."
"Why?" Hermione asked, looking sad.
"I already said why, my dad has to go to work." Ron said, looking down at the floor. Then Hermione brightened up as she gasped.
"I have an idea! Why don't you see if I can come with you guys and spend the rest of the summer, since I'd only be going home when Viktor goes back to Bulgaria?" Hermione asked.
"Hey! That sounds like a good idea!" Harry said.
"Come on!" Ron said, and they all hurried back to the Leaky Cauldron.
"The Burrow." Ginny said after throwing the Floo Powder in the fire place, the flames turned green, and Ginny walked in the fire place and disappeared. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had agreed to let Hermione come home with them, and they would send an owl to notify Mr. and Mrs. Granger that Hermione would be staying with them through the remainder of the summer.
"You're turn Harry." Mrs. Weasley said. Harry gulped, floo powder wasn't his favorite way of travel, especially because the first time he used the floo powder, we ended up in Knockturn Alley, a place were most things based around the dark arts were bought and sold, in which he was nearly praised by Fred and George, who both wanted to know what is was like in Knockturn Alley, but their mother wouldn't allow them to even step within the Alley's shadows. Harry took a deep breath, threw his floo powder, walking into the flames, tickling him as he stood there, and then he said, clearly, making sure to pronounce each word with out failing,
"The Burrow." Then, Harry was hurdling away from the Leaky Cauldron Fire place, the wind flying back in his face, unlike flying, the wind was whiplashed back into his face so he could barely breath. He hit his elbow and yelled out, then tucked in his elbows tightly against himself, making sure he didn't do that again. Then, he came hurdling out of the fire place, rolling head over heels on the floor, landing flat on his back.
"Are you alright Harry?" Ginny said, bent over him, looking down at him.
"I hate floo powder." Harry coughed, sitting up, then jumped up before Ron came hurdling out after him.
"I agree!" Ron said, jumping up, whipping the soot off his cloths, then he dove out of the way as one of the twins came tumbling through, the other one coming behind, crashing into the other one, cause Ginny, Harry, and Ron to tumble into the mess as Hermione came tumbling behind, crashing into everyone else.
"Let go of my hair!"
"ey! Get off my head!"
"Everyone, Calm down! Or else we'll be here forever."
"OW! MY EYE!"
"Kids! Kids!" Mr. Weasley said as he landed in the fireplace, running toward the group of tangled kids. Mrs. Weasley came in, and gasped when she saw the group on the floor.
"What happened here!" She said.
"It appears that when the kids came in, the tumbled through and crashed into each other." Mr. Weasley gave a troubled sigh.
"I can't breath!" Ron's muffled cry came from the bottom.
"Okay, let' do this one at a time." Mr. Weasley said, "Ginny, since your on top, you get up first." Carefully, and slowly, Ginny pulled herself from the mess.
"Now, George." Mr. Weasley said.
"I'm on bottom with Ron!" One of the twins yelled.
"All right then, Fred." Mr. Weasley said in a troubled sigh.
"Gotcha! I'm am George!" George yelled after getting out of the pill, receiving a chuckle from Ginny, and a glare from his mother and father.
"Okay, Hermione." Hermione jumped up with ease, then Harry, Fred, and Ron, who was gasping for air, then the luggage came sliding in, causing everyone to dive away, but Mr. Weasley, unfortunately, was hit and knocked over by Harry's trunk.
"Ummm..." Harry said, his face a deep shade of red, "Sorry Mr. Weasley."
"It's all right Harry! Don't worry about!" Mr. Weasley said with laugh, then was hit by Hedwig's empty cage, which was followed by the owl, which was sent hurdling after, who hit the wall. "Hedwig!" Harry yelled running over to his owl unconscious snowy owl, which was stuck to the wall. Harry pulled Hedwig off the wall, and took her and set her on the couch.
"I though I let her out of her cage." Mr. Weasley said grinning sheepishly, picking up the cage after picking himself up off the floor. Fred and George were on the floor laughing, but then were both hit upside the head by their mother, with the most recent copy of "Witch Weekly"
Also, I still need people to send in charas for the fic, for the upcoming chapters, the info I need for the characters is in the reviews for my first copy of "Harry Potter and The Daughter Of Hogwarts" , please check it out, and help me out here, Iris, my friend, and I are running out of ideas for charas and my phone books falling apart. (Okay, maybe it isn't falling a part yet, but I need some help here!) Please, be kind! =)
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Sylvia huddled in the corner screaming as the whip struck, each time seeming to be even harder each time it hit her back.
"You had the chance to save yourself, but now you must suffer! Spoiled brat! Your father won't be too happy." Shrill screams continued to fill the dungeon of the hollow castle. Finally, they stopped, and soon, so did the snap of the whip, the door of the dungeon opened and the figure walked out, laughing to himself.
In the dungeon, Sylvia lay on the floor, barely conscious, the pain the only thing keeping her awake, but the pain very slowly began to fade, a light emitting from underneath her shirt. She was breathing hard, the back of her shirt slashed, the blood from her slashes spilled slowly onto the floor.
"NO!" Harry yelled, shooting up from his bed, covered in a cold sweat. His scar stinging, rather than burning, on his forehead. He touched his scar, in the middle of his forehead, was hot. He winced, his head hurting as his finger tips barely grazed it. He took a few deep breaths and looked out the window he slept under, the sky was clear, the stars plainly visible.
"What's wrong Harry?" Ron stirred, sitting up, rubbing his eyes with a yawn.
"N-Nothing, just a -a bad dream, that's all, go back to sleep." Harry said.
"All right, g'night mate." Ron said, then, slumped back down on his bed, turning over and falling back to sleep. Harry stayed awake, his head in his hands, breathing hard, trying to grasp his dream, the only thing he could see was the girl on the ground, blood coming from her back.
...Help me....please..Harry.....
Now Harry knew that he wasn't hearing things, it was girl from his dream calling for help, but, how could he help her, he doesn't even know where she is?
Harry didn't get much more sleep that night, if he fell asleep, he would be half a sleep, then see a flashback of his nightmares, each time, he would shoot up, breathing hard. So, at about 5 o'clock in the morning as the sun started to rise, he gave up the idea of anymore sleep and got out of bed, getting dressed, going downstairs, and sitting at a table, a plate appearing before him.
"Yolk eggs, bacon, and toast please." Harry yawned to the plate. No sooner had he requested his breakfast, had it appeared on his plate. He picked up his fork and spoon, and started eating.
By the time Harry had finished his breakfast Hermione was coming out yawning and stretching.
"Good morning Harry." She said, sitting next to him, "What's up with Ron?"
"Oh, nothing." Harry lied.
"Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah?"
"You're lying."
"Umm, if you want to know what's wrong, go ask him, I'm just going to do my best to stay out of this," Harry said, "He probably isn't even awake yet, I don't think, I'll go check." And with that, Harry stood up, and headed back to his room, he walked in, and saw Ron, just starting to wake up. "Morning Ron!" Harry said, loudly, making Ron jump , and roll out of bed onto the floor.
"What the bloody 'ell was that for?" Ron near yelled, remembering the time, as he stood up, pulling himself out of the messy bed sheets and blanket.
"To wake you up," Then Harry grinned, "I'll be right back."
"All right mate." Ron said, stretching and yawning loudly.
"He's up." Hermione looked up from her seat at the table, studying her hands, which were folded on the table, she smiled, and nodded her thanks, then headed upstairs. Upon reaching Ron and Harry's room, Hermione knocked.
"You know, you don't have to knock to come in." Ron said from his suitcase at the other end of the room. Hermione looked at Ron oddly, just shrugged it off, and entered. "So, what were you up so early for?" Ron asked, his back still to Hermione, thinking she was Harry, Ron yawned again and stretched, then pulled off his night shirt, A quiet gasp escaped her lips, Ron not hearing her. Hermione felt her cheeks flush, from both embarrassment and nervousness. She suddenly felt like turning on heel and running, but then remembered what she was there for. Suddenly mustering up enough courage, she cleared her throat, then said timidly,
"To talk to you, Ron." Ron jumped, and spun around, looking surprised at Hermione, the his expression hardened.
"Oh, it's you." Ron said, turning back to his suitcase.
"Ron!" Hermione cried.
"What do you want!" Ron yelled, turning back to Hermione angrily.
"I want-I want-" Hermione stuttered, her eyes tearing.
"Well, spit it out!" Ron spat, not seeing the tears forming in her eyes. Then Hermione, turned and began to run.
"Hermione! Wait!" Ron said, his solid expression softening. Hermione stopped at the door, her hand on the frame. "I'm sorry. So, what is it?" Ron asked, walked up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"It-It's nothing, really.." Hermione said, rubbing her eyes, looking back at Ron smiling, "See you later." Ron just stood there, blinking, his facing obviously his worry and dumbfoundedness.
"All right then," Ron said, removing his hand from Hermione's shoulder, "See you later then." Then Hermione walked out. Ron closed the door behind her, leaned up against the door, sighed, and said to himself, "I'm such an idiot." He sighed again, looking up at the ceiling, then went to continue getting dressed.
Hermione got down stairs, and Harry and Viktor were down there talking. She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. She walked over to Harry and Viktor and sat down next to Harry, they were both tied into a conversation about Quiddtich.
"Viktor?" Hermione said, her turned to face her, "Can I talk to you outside for a minute?
"All right." Viktor said, standing up, "Ve can ta'k later Harry."
"No problem with that mate." Harry said, then chuckled to himself, realizing that he had been picking up Ron's lingo. Hermione led Viktor outside and they began to talk, Harry not wanting to bother them, some how already knowing what Hermione wanted to talk about. Within a few minutes, Ron came downstairs in a bit of a hurry.
"Where's Hermione?" He asked kind of alarmed.
"She's outside talking to Viktor." Harry said.
"Oh." Ron said, slumping down into a chair next to Harry
"You know why she's out there?" Harry asked, "And why I tricked you into thinking it was me up there instead of Hermione?"
"No." Ron said bluntly as he slouched, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Isn't it obvious!" Harry said, "Ron, she _likes_ you." Ron looked up at Harry from his lazy position in his chair.
"Really?" Harry nodded.
"Well, she has an odd way of showing it." Ron muttered hotly.
"So do you." Harry muttered under his breath, "You aren't exactly hinting that you like her either." Ron didn't answer, and just stared at the table, speechless. "Ron, you have to talk to her."
"I know," Ron sighed. "But, what do I say?"
"What's on you mind, and in your heart, I guess...." Harry said, surprised at what he knew, not having to do so before.
"Thanks, mate." Ron said with a smile, sitting up as Hermione and Viktor came back in.
"Good morning Ronald." Viktor said, sitting on the other side of Harry, and Hermione taking the other seat next to Ron, slightly blushing.
"Mornin' Viktor." Ron said.
Later, at about 9, the rest of the Weasleys were wide awake, but Ron, and Harry were walking around, doing some last minute shopping for school supplies, since school was in two weeks.
"We still need to get new robes." Harry said sheepishly, his robes still torn and tattered from the Tri-wizardry Tournament, plus he sort of out grew his robes again, and he needed new Quiddtich robes, his old ones full of moth wholes from being out of use for a year.
"Okay." Ron said, "Besides, I'm thinkin' of joinin' the Quiddtich team this year, and I need robes." Then Ron reached into his pockets, only to pull out cloth. "Uh oh," Ron said, looking up at Harry, "I'm broke mate."
"Don't worry about it!" Harry said, giving a clap on the back, "It's on me."
"Really? You wouldn't mind," Ron said greatfully, "I mean, Quiddtich robes cost quiet a bit. "Don't worry about it, think of it as a VERY LATE birthday present." Harry laughed as they entered the robes shop, running into Viktor and Hermione.
"Hello Harry, Hello Ronald!" Viktor said, waving, "Vant to 'elp Herm-own- ny and I vind robes?"
"Sure." Harry said, Ron nodding, her face suddenly hardening. Harry elbowed Ron slightly in the arm.
"Okay." Ron said.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" Madame Malkin asked as she approached the four of them.
"Hogwarts school robes and Quiddtich robes to be fitted please." Harry said.
"Any dress robes for any of you?" Madame Malkin asked, "We're having a sale this week, with the purchase of any Quiddtich robes, and dress robes are 5 galleons off!"
"Umm, I'm not sure..." Harry said, then looked back at Ron, "Did you get new robes yet?"
"Yeah, Fred and George got my these really snazzy robes from my birthday after school, or so they said, looked to have cost a fortune!" Ron said, then added, "Beats me where they got the money for them though." Harry surpressed a chuckle, remembering EXTACTLY where they got the money from.
"I think I'd like to buy a new dress." Hermione said smiling
"I'm buy new Quiddtich practice robes" Viktor said, eyeing the practice robes to the left.
"Will anything besides the Hogwarts robes need to be fitted?" Madame Malkin asked. Harry looked back, everyone one shaking their heads.
"No, we can look around for everything else." Harry said.
"All right, any of you who need to be fitted into their Hogwarts Robes, follow me." Madame Malkin said, heading to the back of the shot.
"I'll look for my practice robes while you are fitted into your school robes." Viktor said.,
"All right." Hermione was the only one to reply, Harry and Ron already following Madame Malkin.
Within the next hour, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were fitted into their new sets of robes, paid for their robes, and went to meet Viktor at the front of the store, leaning against the wall with his bag in hand.
"I'm going to stay here and find a new dress." Hermione said.
"All right, meet you back at the Leaky Cauldron." Harry said, but Hermione grabbed Ron's arm.
"Umm Ron, could you stay, please? I need to talk to you, in private." Hermione asked timidly. Ron looked back at her worriedly, and nodded with a small smile. Ron looked back at Harry and Viktor.
"I'll catch up with you later." Ron said.
"Okay, see you both later." Harry said as he and Viktor left. When the left the shop, Harry sighed.
"Ron's lucky." Harry thought out loud.
"Vhy vould Ronald be lucky?" Viktor said, looking over at Harry curiously.
"Because," Harry said, smirking, "He's almost got a girlfriend."
"Oh" Viktor said. Then, they both sight, and continued on.
"Ron, are you mad at me?" Hermione asked. Ron just blinked at her curiously, and replied,
"Why would I be mad at you?"
"Because," Hermione began, "You've been a bit hot-headed around me since you saw me yesterday, and you've barely said a word to me, I was so happy to see you yesterday, and you just, didn't seem to care." Ron looked sympathetically at Hermione and sighed.
"I was happy to see you yesterday." Ron said, "Really."
"Well, you have a great way of showing it." Hermione said, turning red in the face, from a mix of embarrassment and anger.
"But-" Ron cut himself short, sighed again, and put a hand on Hermione's shoulder, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"Ron," Hermione said looking nervously at Ron.
"Yeah?" Ron said, seeming to step closer to Hermione, leaning slightly closer.
"Uhhh," Hermione said, "You-you better go catch up with Harry and Viktor." Ron looked dumbfounded at Hermione, and pulled away, even though he didn't want to, smiled, and replied,
"Okay, meet you back there." Ron gave Hermione a pat on the shoulder, and turned around, and began walking away, still looking back at Hermione, then he slowly looked away, heading back to the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione sighed, and headed to the gowns to find a new gown, just in case.
Ron got back to the Leaky Cauldron to find his mom and dad sitting there, their bags there with them by the fire place.
"Ron," Ron's dad said, looking up at him as he entered, "We're leaving early."
"Why?" Ron asked.
"It's official Ministry business, Ron, you'll understand." Ron's mother said, walking over to him, laying a hand on his shoulder, but he shook her off.
"Where's Harry?" Ron asked.
"Packing up his things upstairs." Mrs. Weasley said, getting back to the fireplace. Ron ran to his and Harry's room to find Harry, pulling all of his school supplies in his trunk, and the few clothes he had, minus his school robes.
"Harry," Ron said, "Do you know why we're leaving?" Ron walked over to her bed and began picking up his belongs and throwing them into his suitcase.
"I don't know." Harry sighed, closing his trunk, then he sat down on his bed, and looked at the floor, his look kind of dazed. He drifted off into his dream, hearing the girl again,
~ Harry ~ Her voice seemed to hiss in his ear, ~ Please, help me, you're my only hope.... ~
"Harry?" Ron's voice echoed, but Harry couldn't reach him.
~ Harry Potter, please.... ~ They hissed pleadingly.
"Harry, you okay mate?" Ron said. Footsteps were heard on a hollow floor.
~ HARRY! ~ She screamed.
"Harry!" Ron said, shaking Harry violently.
"Huh!" Harry said dumbfounded, then looked up to find a worry faced Ron.
"Are you okay? I called your name like three times and you didn't even blink." Ron asked.
"Yeah-yeah, I'm okay." Harry said, taking off his glasses, looking at them, pretending that nothing happened. He held them up to the light, and cleaned them with his shirt.
"Are you sure?" Ron asked, "I mean, we can go to doctor's if you want?" Harry smiled.
"Yeah, I'm fine really, I'm just tired." Harry said as he stood up, "Come on, we'd better go see if Hermione's back so we can tell her that we're going to be leaving soon."
"Good idea." Ron said sulkily. Harry could tell that now that Hermione and him were on good terms, he didn't want to have to leave so soon, and he didn't really want to leave her with Viktor, even if he was one of his favorite Quiddtich players, her didn't really trust the guy.
When Harry and Ron reach Madame Malkin's Robes For All Occasions, (AN: I think that's what it's called, I _actually_ don't have one of the books at hand at the moment, someone please leave a review and notify me if it's wrong. Thanks!) and entered, finding Hermione at the counter, paying for her gown, which was in a thin white box , sealed with spell-o-tape.
"Thank you, see you next year dear." Madame Malkin said, giving Hermione her change.
"See you!" Hermione said cheerily, then she saw Harry and Ron and smiled, then quickly frowned noting the sad expressions on their faces. She walked over to them and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Hermione," Ron said, and sighed, "We have to leave A.S.A.P., my dad insists we leave, he has to go some where on Ministry business and, we have to go."
"Why?" Hermione asked, looking sad.
"I already said why, my dad has to go to work." Ron said, looking down at the floor. Then Hermione brightened up as she gasped.
"I have an idea! Why don't you see if I can come with you guys and spend the rest of the summer, since I'd only be going home when Viktor goes back to Bulgaria?" Hermione asked.
"Hey! That sounds like a good idea!" Harry said.
"Come on!" Ron said, and they all hurried back to the Leaky Cauldron.
"The Burrow." Ginny said after throwing the Floo Powder in the fire place, the flames turned green, and Ginny walked in the fire place and disappeared. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had agreed to let Hermione come home with them, and they would send an owl to notify Mr. and Mrs. Granger that Hermione would be staying with them through the remainder of the summer.
"You're turn Harry." Mrs. Weasley said. Harry gulped, floo powder wasn't his favorite way of travel, especially because the first time he used the floo powder, we ended up in Knockturn Alley, a place were most things based around the dark arts were bought and sold, in which he was nearly praised by Fred and George, who both wanted to know what is was like in Knockturn Alley, but their mother wouldn't allow them to even step within the Alley's shadows. Harry took a deep breath, threw his floo powder, walking into the flames, tickling him as he stood there, and then he said, clearly, making sure to pronounce each word with out failing,
"The Burrow." Then, Harry was hurdling away from the Leaky Cauldron Fire place, the wind flying back in his face, unlike flying, the wind was whiplashed back into his face so he could barely breath. He hit his elbow and yelled out, then tucked in his elbows tightly against himself, making sure he didn't do that again. Then, he came hurdling out of the fire place, rolling head over heels on the floor, landing flat on his back.
"Are you alright Harry?" Ginny said, bent over him, looking down at him.
"I hate floo powder." Harry coughed, sitting up, then jumped up before Ron came hurdling out after him.
"I agree!" Ron said, jumping up, whipping the soot off his cloths, then he dove out of the way as one of the twins came tumbling through, the other one coming behind, crashing into the other one, cause Ginny, Harry, and Ron to tumble into the mess as Hermione came tumbling behind, crashing into everyone else.
"Let go of my hair!"
"ey! Get off my head!"
"Everyone, Calm down! Or else we'll be here forever."
"OW! MY EYE!"
"Kids! Kids!" Mr. Weasley said as he landed in the fireplace, running toward the group of tangled kids. Mrs. Weasley came in, and gasped when she saw the group on the floor.
"What happened here!" She said.
"It appears that when the kids came in, the tumbled through and crashed into each other." Mr. Weasley gave a troubled sigh.
"I can't breath!" Ron's muffled cry came from the bottom.
"Okay, let' do this one at a time." Mr. Weasley said, "Ginny, since your on top, you get up first." Carefully, and slowly, Ginny pulled herself from the mess.
"Now, George." Mr. Weasley said.
"I'm on bottom with Ron!" One of the twins yelled.
"All right then, Fred." Mr. Weasley said in a troubled sigh.
"Gotcha! I'm am George!" George yelled after getting out of the pill, receiving a chuckle from Ginny, and a glare from his mother and father.
"Okay, Hermione." Hermione jumped up with ease, then Harry, Fred, and Ron, who was gasping for air, then the luggage came sliding in, causing everyone to dive away, but Mr. Weasley, unfortunately, was hit and knocked over by Harry's trunk.
"Ummm..." Harry said, his face a deep shade of red, "Sorry Mr. Weasley."
"It's all right Harry! Don't worry about!" Mr. Weasley said with laugh, then was hit by Hedwig's empty cage, which was followed by the owl, which was sent hurdling after, who hit the wall. "Hedwig!" Harry yelled running over to his owl unconscious snowy owl, which was stuck to the wall. Harry pulled Hedwig off the wall, and took her and set her on the couch.
"I though I let her out of her cage." Mr. Weasley said grinning sheepishly, picking up the cage after picking himself up off the floor. Fred and George were on the floor laughing, but then were both hit upside the head by their mother, with the most recent copy of "Witch Weekly"