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Chapter Twenty Two
Oh, No…
"Hermione! C'mon 'Mione, I know you're in there." Ron pounded on the door again. "Don't tell me you're mad at me too."
Ron took out his wand, and feeling rather foolish, checked the halls for muggles.
"Alohomora!" The door swung open without a creak. Ron was sure he'd remember that charm to the day he died.
" 'Mione? Please don't hex me." Ron pushed the door open slowly. The apartment was silent. Ron wondered if he'd gotten here before her; then he got a good look at the interior.
"Oh shit."
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"It's gotta be Malfoy." Harry said, surveying the apartment. The place was trashed.
"Huh?" Ron set a chair right side up. He was doing the thousand yard stare thing again.
"Malfoy. This has his name written all over it."
"Revenge for his father?"
"Nah, Malfoy hates his father just like the rest of us." The question kicked Ron's brain back into reality. "Maybe… maybe this is because of the American thing."
"Makes sense. Maybe he knows you're on his tail for the bank thing."
"Probably not. The smart thing would be to lay low for a while. Malfoy may be evil, slimy, bigoted, and ugly, but he's not stupid." Ron tossed a cushion back onto the sofa.
Harry held up the ripped and slashed remains of a satchel. "I wonder if they were actually looking for anything or just trying to cause as much damage as possible."
"I don't think anything's missing. I can't tell. Maybe that was the point." Ron replied.
The strap of the satchel Harry was holding ripped, and the bag hit the floor, allowing the wand to roll across the hardwood floor.
Ron looked up from trying to upright the television. It was the only undamaged thing in the room, probably because Crabbe/Goyle had failed Muggle Studies just like everything else, and had no idea what a telly was.
"Her wand. Unbelievable. D'you think he left on purpose?"
"There's no way Malfoy could know about that." Harry repeated it in his head. Still, it gave him the shivers. They had been though this one time too many already.
"Right." Ron said firmly. He picked up the wand. A piece of paper crackled under his feet and he picked that up as well. He scanned the note, and froze. Harry grabbed the paper and read the note.
"I assume you didn't write this." Harry said, forcing his voice to work properly.
"Nope." Ron had turned deathly pale. "He must have gotten a Forger's Quill from Knockturn Alley."
"Hey man, snap out of it." Ron did, with a start. He was still having trouble comprehending all of this, but his mind still demanded action, any action.
"The first thing he would do would be to leave the country. We should notify all the foreign Ministries of Magic; they always seem to have better luck catching him than we do." Ron hesitated. "We need to keep this secret. Someone within the Ministry tipped off Malfoy last time. Only someone with access to Ministry records would know where 'Mione lives."
"The Ministry can't know." Harry agreed. "We've been doing this sort of thing on our own for ten years, can't see why that should change now."
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Chapter Twenty Two
Oh, No…
"Hermione! C'mon 'Mione, I know you're in there." Ron pounded on the door again. "Don't tell me you're mad at me too."
Ron took out his wand, and feeling rather foolish, checked the halls for muggles.
"Alohomora!" The door swung open without a creak. Ron was sure he'd remember that charm to the day he died.
" 'Mione? Please don't hex me." Ron pushed the door open slowly. The apartment was silent. Ron wondered if he'd gotten here before her; then he got a good look at the interior.
"Oh shit."
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"It's gotta be Malfoy." Harry said, surveying the apartment. The place was trashed.
"Huh?" Ron set a chair right side up. He was doing the thousand yard stare thing again.
"Malfoy. This has his name written all over it."
"Revenge for his father?"
"Nah, Malfoy hates his father just like the rest of us." The question kicked Ron's brain back into reality. "Maybe… maybe this is because of the American thing."
"Makes sense. Maybe he knows you're on his tail for the bank thing."
"Probably not. The smart thing would be to lay low for a while. Malfoy may be evil, slimy, bigoted, and ugly, but he's not stupid." Ron tossed a cushion back onto the sofa.
Harry held up the ripped and slashed remains of a satchel. "I wonder if they were actually looking for anything or just trying to cause as much damage as possible."
"I don't think anything's missing. I can't tell. Maybe that was the point." Ron replied.
The strap of the satchel Harry was holding ripped, and the bag hit the floor, allowing the wand to roll across the hardwood floor.
Ron looked up from trying to upright the television. It was the only undamaged thing in the room, probably because Crabbe/Goyle had failed Muggle Studies just like everything else, and had no idea what a telly was.
"Her wand. Unbelievable. D'you think he left on purpose?"
"There's no way Malfoy could know about that." Harry repeated it in his head. Still, it gave him the shivers. They had been though this one time too many already.
"Right." Ron said firmly. He picked up the wand. A piece of paper crackled under his feet and he picked that up as well. He scanned the note, and froze. Harry grabbed the paper and read the note.
"I assume you didn't write this." Harry said, forcing his voice to work properly.
"Nope." Ron had turned deathly pale. "He must have gotten a Forger's Quill from Knockturn Alley."
"Hey man, snap out of it." Ron did, with a start. He was still having trouble comprehending all of this, but his mind still demanded action, any action.
"The first thing he would do would be to leave the country. We should notify all the foreign Ministries of Magic; they always seem to have better luck catching him than we do." Ron hesitated. "We need to keep this secret. Someone within the Ministry tipped off Malfoy last time. Only someone with access to Ministry records would know where 'Mione lives."
"The Ministry can't know." Harry agreed. "We've been doing this sort of thing on our own for ten years, can't see why that should change now."
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