still don't like this title. it'll change sometime over the weekend, i'm just not sure to what.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Chapter Six
When It Hits The Fan
"Ron!" The banging on the door shook Ron out of vague dreams about Hermione and Quidditch.
"Ron! Wake up! I saw her!" There could only be one Her. Ron rolled out of bed and was halfway to the apartment door before his brain finished processing the thought.
"Where?" Ron managed to ask after he let Harry into the apartment. Harry open his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a curse.
"Damn cat!" The ginger cat hissed back at him and moved out of the way. "Stupid Crookshanks." Harry muttered.
"Harry! Where did you see her?"
"The train station."
"What were you doing at a train station?"
"Apperating everywhere all the time gets boring. That's not the point. I saw her. She was getting off the train." The normality of the sentence struck Harry as odd. An old friend, long dead, appearing at train stations and bus depots.
"How?" Ron managed to say weakly.
"With my eyes. She said her name was Anne."
"Anne?" How could Hermione be anyone other that Hermione?
"I don't think she remembers anything. But there was this look in her eyes when I said her name. I think she remembers but she doesn't know that she remembers."
Ron sat for a bit to puzzle this out. "You mean she's got amnesia or something?" He asked incredulously.
"Stranger things have happened." Harry had a point. Stranger things did seem to occur with alarming regularity.
"But went back remember? We tried to find her. There was no one there." Ron felt horribly guilty. If Hermione was alive, then he had failed her when she needed him most.
"Maybe the muggles found her." Harry shrugged. "If only we could jog her memory somehow."
They sat silently in Ron's London apartment for some time, remembering the last time they had seen Hermione. It was not a pleasant night. Ron felt very angry. How could he have let Hermione down like that? He should have gone back. He should have...
His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle tapping on the window. Ron looked up, surprised. The owl tapped again, slightly annoyed at being made to hover outside the window.
Ron hurried over and opened the window. The owl settled on his windowsill, holding out a hastily scrawled note.
"Oh, blimey." Ron growled at the note. He handed it to Harry.
-Mr. Weasley,
Word just came from the Americans. Draco Malfoy just escaped from their prison and made an almighty mess doing it. Fudge wants to know if we should be worried. He said to have the report ready by ten. Sorry.
-Dennis
"Are you coming?" Ron reappeared, wearing formal (if wrinkled) robes. "Dumbledore's bound to be there. He'll know what to do about Hermione."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Chapter Six
When It Hits The Fan
"Ron!" The banging on the door shook Ron out of vague dreams about Hermione and Quidditch.
"Ron! Wake up! I saw her!" There could only be one Her. Ron rolled out of bed and was halfway to the apartment door before his brain finished processing the thought.
"Where?" Ron managed to ask after he let Harry into the apartment. Harry open his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a curse.
"Damn cat!" The ginger cat hissed back at him and moved out of the way. "Stupid Crookshanks." Harry muttered.
"Harry! Where did you see her?"
"The train station."
"What were you doing at a train station?"
"Apperating everywhere all the time gets boring. That's not the point. I saw her. She was getting off the train." The normality of the sentence struck Harry as odd. An old friend, long dead, appearing at train stations and bus depots.
"How?" Ron managed to say weakly.
"With my eyes. She said her name was Anne."
"Anne?" How could Hermione be anyone other that Hermione?
"I don't think she remembers anything. But there was this look in her eyes when I said her name. I think she remembers but she doesn't know that she remembers."
Ron sat for a bit to puzzle this out. "You mean she's got amnesia or something?" He asked incredulously.
"Stranger things have happened." Harry had a point. Stranger things did seem to occur with alarming regularity.
"But went back remember? We tried to find her. There was no one there." Ron felt horribly guilty. If Hermione was alive, then he had failed her when she needed him most.
"Maybe the muggles found her." Harry shrugged. "If only we could jog her memory somehow."
They sat silently in Ron's London apartment for some time, remembering the last time they had seen Hermione. It was not a pleasant night. Ron felt very angry. How could he have let Hermione down like that? He should have gone back. He should have...
His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle tapping on the window. Ron looked up, surprised. The owl tapped again, slightly annoyed at being made to hover outside the window.
Ron hurried over and opened the window. The owl settled on his windowsill, holding out a hastily scrawled note.
"Oh, blimey." Ron growled at the note. He handed it to Harry.
-Mr. Weasley,
Word just came from the Americans. Draco Malfoy just escaped from their prison and made an almighty mess doing it. Fudge wants to know if we should be worried. He said to have the report ready by ten. Sorry.
-Dennis
"Are you coming?" Ron reappeared, wearing formal (if wrinkled) robes. "Dumbledore's bound to be there. He'll know what to do about Hermione."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
