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A/N~ OMG! I am so sorry that this took so long to update! (Two Months and three days) I have been having a lot of trouble with this story as you can probably tell. . . Hopefully you guys like this chapter, but it is extremely short! Please review!

Prongs~ Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you liked the Cedric part.



Chapter Thirteen

Hermione looked around the tiny closet. She was at a total loss.

"The leaf must have been a portkey," she

"Do you know how to make portkeys?" Harry asked her.

Hermione shook her head, "We started to talk about them in Charms while you were sick," she admitted, "but just barely."

"Well you have to try," Harry said, "We can't be stuck here forever."

Hermione nodded. She knew she would be in mass trouble if they were to be found in the ministry of magic, assuming that's where they were.

"Let's just get out of this closet now," Hermione suggested.

Harry nodded, and they got out. The room they entered was rather small, containing a desk and a chair and a window. There was no carpeting and the walls were bare. Nothing was on the desk at all.

"This doesn't feel right," Hermione whispered, "It's like we're in a prison or something."

"Yeah." Harry agreed as his voice trailed off.

Hermione ran her hands through her bushy hair, "What are we going to do?"

Harry didn't answer at first. His mind was spinning.

'How could this happen?' he wondered, 'How could Hermione of touched the leaf that just happened to be a portkey? And why didn't it work until both of us touched it?'

Outside of the room both Harry and Hermione could hear people talking. They looked at each other with wide eyes. They instantly knew what they had to do-and they did it.

They jumped out the window. They both landed on the soft grass.

Hermione sighed and flung her brown hair over her shoulder, "Are you okay?" she asked Harry, who was hunched over with his hands on his knees.

Harry nodded, "I'm fine," he muttered.

Hermione frowned. He certainly didn't look fine. His breathing was shallow and his face seemed pale.

Outside darkness had fallen. It was nine thirty and the moonlight sparkled above them.

Harry glanced at his watch to see what time it was.

"Maybe it's still broken," he mumbled to himself when he saw that it was already nine thirty.

"What's broken?" Hermione asked.

Harry flung his wrist to her face, "My watch," he replied, "I fixed it this summer but it says nine-thirty, I must have done something wrong."

"Well," Hermione said, "Maybe it is nine thirty."

"We were only in the closet for an hour," Harry pointed out, "It wasn't even one o'clock when we got there."

"But it's already dark out, so your watch has nothing to do with it. . . . maybe something happened with the portkey that caused us to skip ahead a couple hours. . . or maybe, oh I don't know, I'll look portkeys up when we get back to Hogwarts."

"That brings up another great point," Harry said sarcastically, "How are we going to get back?"

Hermione shook her head and sat down on the wet grass, "I don't know."

Harry sat down next to her and rubbed his eyes, 'What are we going to do?' he thought sadly.





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