short chapter. oh well. theoritically i will have time to write this weekend, maybe another chapter by monday?
A/N HouAreYouToday - no one knows... (j/k ;) very soon :crosses fingers: )
kitten- such volumnious praise! look, four-syllable word!
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Chapter Nine
Before Dawn
"Ron? Are you here?" Fred Weasley poked his head into his little brother's cubicle. Ron and Harry were both there. Dumbledore had left for Hogwarts. They had been plotting how to find Hermione and get her memories back.
"Fred, Angelina. What are you …?"
"Ron, we saw Hermione." Angelina interrupted. Harry took his feet off the desk and stood up.
"Where?"
"Outside the Leaky Cauldron." Fred blushed as red as his hair, determined not to be embarrassed. "We were on a date."
Harry Disapperated a second after Ron. Fred and Angelina came another second after that, and all three were standing outside the Leaky Cauldron.
"Where was she?" Ron looked around, half hoping to see her standing on the corner.
"She came out of the Leaky Cauldron. Took one look at us and ran like she was the one who saw a ghost." Fred waved vaguely down the street. Ron set off without another word. Harry turned to Fred.
"Did she recognize you?"
Fred shook his head. Angelina spoke. "Yeah kinda. She was looking at us like she was trying to remember where she remembered us from. Then Fred said her name and she took off. She looked a little freaked out."
"Harry, what's going on? Hermione's …" Fred shook his head, unable to think of a way to finish that sentence.
"I dunno. That's what we're trying to figure out. Thanks for letting us know."
Harry followed Ron down the street, leaving the confused couple on the street corner. He found Ron standing on a corner a few blocks away.
"This is stupid. She could be anywhere by now. What the hell are we doing?" Ron screamed into the night. Several nearby muggles stared at him, alarmed.
"Ron!" Harry grabbed his friend's wrist to keep him from punching a brick wall. Ron shook him off, but didn't attempt to punch anything again. Anger spent, he sat on the curb and stared off into space.
"I see her for a moment then she disappears. Are we all going crazy?" Ron asked quietly.
"Probably not."
"Probably?" Ron sniggered.
"Well, at the train station I touched her arm. She seemed solid enough, so she's not a ghost. And other people see her too, so she's not a figment of our imagination. So…" So what?
"Wonder where she's been all this time?" Ron mused. "Wonder if she remembers us at all?"
There really wasn't a reply to that. Harry sat down on the curb next to him. It was perhaps ten minutes, perhaps two hours, before Harry realized that he was looking at someone, not something. A shadow in the park across the street had moved, and through the faint mist in the air, Harry was able to pick out a human form.
"Ron, did you see that?"
"See what?
"Watch that tree over there." Harry was beginning to think he had imagined it, when the shadow moved again, clearly trying to find a more comfortable spot against the tree.
"Who is that?"
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
A/N HouAreYouToday - no one knows... (j/k ;) very soon :crosses fingers: )
kitten- such volumnious praise! look, four-syllable word!
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Chapter Nine
Before Dawn
"Ron? Are you here?" Fred Weasley poked his head into his little brother's cubicle. Ron and Harry were both there. Dumbledore had left for Hogwarts. They had been plotting how to find Hermione and get her memories back.
"Fred, Angelina. What are you …?"
"Ron, we saw Hermione." Angelina interrupted. Harry took his feet off the desk and stood up.
"Where?"
"Outside the Leaky Cauldron." Fred blushed as red as his hair, determined not to be embarrassed. "We were on a date."
Harry Disapperated a second after Ron. Fred and Angelina came another second after that, and all three were standing outside the Leaky Cauldron.
"Where was she?" Ron looked around, half hoping to see her standing on the corner.
"She came out of the Leaky Cauldron. Took one look at us and ran like she was the one who saw a ghost." Fred waved vaguely down the street. Ron set off without another word. Harry turned to Fred.
"Did she recognize you?"
Fred shook his head. Angelina spoke. "Yeah kinda. She was looking at us like she was trying to remember where she remembered us from. Then Fred said her name and she took off. She looked a little freaked out."
"Harry, what's going on? Hermione's …" Fred shook his head, unable to think of a way to finish that sentence.
"I dunno. That's what we're trying to figure out. Thanks for letting us know."
Harry followed Ron down the street, leaving the confused couple on the street corner. He found Ron standing on a corner a few blocks away.
"This is stupid. She could be anywhere by now. What the hell are we doing?" Ron screamed into the night. Several nearby muggles stared at him, alarmed.
"Ron!" Harry grabbed his friend's wrist to keep him from punching a brick wall. Ron shook him off, but didn't attempt to punch anything again. Anger spent, he sat on the curb and stared off into space.
"I see her for a moment then she disappears. Are we all going crazy?" Ron asked quietly.
"Probably not."
"Probably?" Ron sniggered.
"Well, at the train station I touched her arm. She seemed solid enough, so she's not a ghost. And other people see her too, so she's not a figment of our imagination. So…" So what?
"Wonder where she's been all this time?" Ron mused. "Wonder if she remembers us at all?"
There really wasn't a reply to that. Harry sat down on the curb next to him. It was perhaps ten minutes, perhaps two hours, before Harry realized that he was looking at someone, not something. A shadow in the park across the street had moved, and through the faint mist in the air, Harry was able to pick out a human form.
"Ron, did you see that?"
"See what?
"Watch that tree over there." Harry was beginning to think he had imagined it, when the shadow moved again, clearly trying to find a more comfortable spot against the tree.
"Who is that?"
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
