Chapter Five: Harry!
Ron quickly opened the window to let Hedwig in. Harry's owl Hedwig flew in and landed on Ron's kitchen table. Attached to her foot was a note. Ron glanced at me, and then walked over to the bird and took the note off her leg.
He took it out of the envelope and read..
Dear Ron,
I'm in desperate need of your help. I was staying with the Dursley's over the summer, and somehow Voldemort tracked me down, and found me there. I don't have much time to explain, but I am hiding out in Diagon Alley. Right in the Leaky Cauldron, but I need your help. No one knows I'm here and I'm afraid this is too easy a place for Voldemort to find me again. Tom knows I am staying at the Leaky Cauldron, but under secrete watch. Dumbledore couldn't come to me due to his own hold up between he and Voldemort that had to do with the ministry. He suggested that I write to you and you family for help. I need to get to your house.I need to come soon. Write me back as soon as you can and tell me what I should do.
Write back right away, Harry
Ron looked up at me. My heart was thumping; I was really worried about Harry. What if something really bad happened to him between now and the time the letter got back to him.
"I have an idea," Ron said. He grabbed my hand; I felt a chill run up my spin when he touched me.why? We went back into the living room, to where the fireplace was.
"What are we doing?" I asked. He looked so ready; I knew what we were about to do.
"We're going to Diagon Alley to get Harry," he said, getting the pot of floo powder.
I didn't think this was a very good idea. "Ron, I don't think we should. Anything could happen to us. And what if your mum wakes up and we're not here. I mean I want to save Harry and everything, but don't you think this is kind of dangerous."
He just looked up at me with his brown eyes, I almost melted, I knew we would have to go. "What other choice do we have?" he asked, "We can't just sit around here while Harry is in trouble, are you crazy? Even if you don't go, I'm going, I can't believe you would just sit around and do nothing!"
"You know that's not what I meant, Ron!" I hated it when he got mad. Why did we always have to disagree about everything? "It's not that I don't want to help Harry, but these are very difficult and dangerous times, we need to think of another plan. Anyway, what could the two of us possibly do to help him, we're no better off than he is."
"Yeah? Well I don't care why are you so stubborn? Do you always have to be right about everything, because you aren't this time Hermione, you aren't!" I saw him start to get really upset. Why did I always have to do this, I knew we needed to help Harry and that we had to do it ASAP, but there was something inside of me that was a need to always win the argument with him. I always liked to stick with my first idea, and never let anyone change my mind, but this time.. Deep down.I knew Ron was right.
"Fine, but at least leave your mum a note," I said giving in. It felt odd giving into Ron, I don't think I ever had before. He smiled, and went back into the kitchen grabbing a quill and a parchment. He quickly jotted,
Mum, Hermione and I have gone to help Harry. Don't be mad, we had to leave ASAP, we'll be all right. We are in Diagon Alley and have traveled by floo powder.
Love, Ron
"Come on," he said. I rolled my eyes; it was still killing me to do this. I knew something would go wrong, but we also needed to help Harry, and do it quickly. "You go first," he said, sticking out the pot of floo powder. "I think we should go straight to the Leaky Cauldron."
I nodded and I grabbed a handful, stepped into the fireplace and said clearly, "The Leaky Cauldron!" I felt myself going through the whorl of fireplaces. I shut my eyes tightly, and stuck my arms to me stomach. Suddenly I was being shot out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. I got up, and was dusty from head to toe. It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything, I didn't move, scared of running into something. Then I felt Ron come shooting out of the fireplace. He landed right on me, and before I knew it we were laying face to face on the ground.
"Sorry," he said. Though I couldn't see his face, I'm sure he was blushing.knowing Ron. Are eyes quickly adjusted to the light, and I could soon see the outline of Ron's body, and the outline of the objects around us.
"Let's just hurry up and get Harry and go home," I said pushing him off me. Though I thought this was quit exciting, I was not going to let Ron know that, nor was a going to deny the fact that this was still very risky.
"Alright, alright," he said. "I can't see a thing though."
"Me either," I said. "Well where do we begin?" The whole scenario of finding Harry in all of Diagon Alley in the middle of the night started to seem a bit impossible. What if he was in Diagon Alley, and Ron and I had to make our way to the Alley itself, how would we ever be able to see enough to open the brick wall.
"Hmm." he said. "I think the smartest thing to do is find Tom, the innkeeper. I'm sure he knows where Harry is." He was right, Tom usually knew where all his inn mates were staying, and where they had headed off too, whether they were in Diagon Alley or not.
"Your right, but how will we ever find Tom this hour of the night?" I asked, still thinking that this was all almost crazy, but it was great to see Ron being to adventurous, usually he just tagged along with Harry.
"When we all stayed here last year, Fred and George had gone to Tom's room with him because Tom wanted to buy a joke wand from them, but his money was in his room. I went along, I remember where it was."
"Great!" I said, maybe this would work after all. I took his hand, so that I wouldn't loose him in the dark, "Lead the way!"
Ron quickly opened the window to let Hedwig in. Harry's owl Hedwig flew in and landed on Ron's kitchen table. Attached to her foot was a note. Ron glanced at me, and then walked over to the bird and took the note off her leg.
He took it out of the envelope and read..
Dear Ron,
I'm in desperate need of your help. I was staying with the Dursley's over the summer, and somehow Voldemort tracked me down, and found me there. I don't have much time to explain, but I am hiding out in Diagon Alley. Right in the Leaky Cauldron, but I need your help. No one knows I'm here and I'm afraid this is too easy a place for Voldemort to find me again. Tom knows I am staying at the Leaky Cauldron, but under secrete watch. Dumbledore couldn't come to me due to his own hold up between he and Voldemort that had to do with the ministry. He suggested that I write to you and you family for help. I need to get to your house.I need to come soon. Write me back as soon as you can and tell me what I should do.
Write back right away, Harry
Ron looked up at me. My heart was thumping; I was really worried about Harry. What if something really bad happened to him between now and the time the letter got back to him.
"I have an idea," Ron said. He grabbed my hand; I felt a chill run up my spin when he touched me.why? We went back into the living room, to where the fireplace was.
"What are we doing?" I asked. He looked so ready; I knew what we were about to do.
"We're going to Diagon Alley to get Harry," he said, getting the pot of floo powder.
I didn't think this was a very good idea. "Ron, I don't think we should. Anything could happen to us. And what if your mum wakes up and we're not here. I mean I want to save Harry and everything, but don't you think this is kind of dangerous."
He just looked up at me with his brown eyes, I almost melted, I knew we would have to go. "What other choice do we have?" he asked, "We can't just sit around here while Harry is in trouble, are you crazy? Even if you don't go, I'm going, I can't believe you would just sit around and do nothing!"
"You know that's not what I meant, Ron!" I hated it when he got mad. Why did we always have to disagree about everything? "It's not that I don't want to help Harry, but these are very difficult and dangerous times, we need to think of another plan. Anyway, what could the two of us possibly do to help him, we're no better off than he is."
"Yeah? Well I don't care why are you so stubborn? Do you always have to be right about everything, because you aren't this time Hermione, you aren't!" I saw him start to get really upset. Why did I always have to do this, I knew we needed to help Harry and that we had to do it ASAP, but there was something inside of me that was a need to always win the argument with him. I always liked to stick with my first idea, and never let anyone change my mind, but this time.. Deep down.I knew Ron was right.
"Fine, but at least leave your mum a note," I said giving in. It felt odd giving into Ron, I don't think I ever had before. He smiled, and went back into the kitchen grabbing a quill and a parchment. He quickly jotted,
Mum, Hermione and I have gone to help Harry. Don't be mad, we had to leave ASAP, we'll be all right. We are in Diagon Alley and have traveled by floo powder.
Love, Ron
"Come on," he said. I rolled my eyes; it was still killing me to do this. I knew something would go wrong, but we also needed to help Harry, and do it quickly. "You go first," he said, sticking out the pot of floo powder. "I think we should go straight to the Leaky Cauldron."
I nodded and I grabbed a handful, stepped into the fireplace and said clearly, "The Leaky Cauldron!" I felt myself going through the whorl of fireplaces. I shut my eyes tightly, and stuck my arms to me stomach. Suddenly I was being shot out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. I got up, and was dusty from head to toe. It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything, I didn't move, scared of running into something. Then I felt Ron come shooting out of the fireplace. He landed right on me, and before I knew it we were laying face to face on the ground.
"Sorry," he said. Though I couldn't see his face, I'm sure he was blushing.knowing Ron. Are eyes quickly adjusted to the light, and I could soon see the outline of Ron's body, and the outline of the objects around us.
"Let's just hurry up and get Harry and go home," I said pushing him off me. Though I thought this was quit exciting, I was not going to let Ron know that, nor was a going to deny the fact that this was still very risky.
"Alright, alright," he said. "I can't see a thing though."
"Me either," I said. "Well where do we begin?" The whole scenario of finding Harry in all of Diagon Alley in the middle of the night started to seem a bit impossible. What if he was in Diagon Alley, and Ron and I had to make our way to the Alley itself, how would we ever be able to see enough to open the brick wall.
"Hmm." he said. "I think the smartest thing to do is find Tom, the innkeeper. I'm sure he knows where Harry is." He was right, Tom usually knew where all his inn mates were staying, and where they had headed off too, whether they were in Diagon Alley or not.
"Your right, but how will we ever find Tom this hour of the night?" I asked, still thinking that this was all almost crazy, but it was great to see Ron being to adventurous, usually he just tagged along with Harry.
"When we all stayed here last year, Fred and George had gone to Tom's room with him because Tom wanted to buy a joke wand from them, but his money was in his room. I went along, I remember where it was."
"Great!" I said, maybe this would work after all. I took his hand, so that I wouldn't loose him in the dark, "Lead the way!"