AuThor'S NOTE
This is a gloomy chapter. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny find themselves abandoned at the
Ministry, and with no idea on where to go, take off to the streets of London. Where to go? There is
nowhere to go at all.
They end up going to the Leaky Cauldron and meeting a particular someone there! Read on to see
who!!
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Nowhere to Go
It was then, when Professor Trelawney ordered the students out of the back room, that Harry
knew that this was not going to be a war, over within a day. He knew that the body of the boy, with
the sobbing girl over him, was a reminder about what would happen if anyone cross Voldemort's path.
"Pick the boy up, girl," Professor Sinistra said to her. She reached for the girl's arms to help
her up, but she pulled away screaming.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Harry could only wonder where Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape were as they fought
Voldemort, but he did not have time, because many of his pupils were leaving the room, talking
worryingly about what had just happen.
"Come on, Ron," Harry said to his friend, who was crying over his brother's body. Ron shook
his head and Hermione helped him up.
"We had better get a move on," Ginny sobbed, tears flowing from her eyes every time she
looked at Percy.
The young girl passed by them with a teacher, holding the boy in their arms. He was dead.
Blood was issuing from his chest in great heaps... leaving trails behind them.
"Leave Percy. We will get someone to come down here," Ron instructed. They left one by one,
looking at the ruins of the Great Hall, when suddenly, to Ron's and Ginny's dismay, the roof of the
Great Hall collapsed in.
"PERCY!" Ginny screamed as she ran forward to grab him. Stone was falling everywhere as
she tried to drag him across the floor.
Ron leaped forward to shield Ginny and helped her get Percy out of the Hall safely... just
before a large desk fell where Ginny had just been. It split into many shards of wood.
Harry picked Percy up with the help of Ron, and carried him to the stairs, where they walked
up many stories to get to the lobby. Fudge would be outraged when he saw that much of the Ministry
was now in Affott's.
There was Fred and George, lying motionlessly on the floor. They could see Fudge, slumped
over in his office.
"The HeadQuarters," Hermione suggested, and walked to the corridor where they would turn
off. It took ten minutes of strength and struggle for Harry and Ron... because they were carrying
Percy, but it was also ten minutes of weeping from Ginny, who kept wiping tears off her face.
Alas, they reached the familiar HeadQuarters.
"We had better not leave until someone finds us. We don't know what to expect outside this
room. Inside... hurry," Harry instructed and closed the door behind them.
"Put– Percy– in my... room!" Ginny cried as she flopped onto the couch in tears. Harry and
Ron carried Percy to her room and then emerged seconds later.
"Lock the door Harry... Ron, you and I will go check to see if the other room is occupied,"
Hermione said. Harry took out his wand and locked the door with a simple spell. He sat down next to
Ginny.
"I'm sorry Ginny," Harry said, putting an arm around her. This was the first time they had
made contact, when it actually did not mean anything.
Hermione and Ron gave back almost instantly.
"Locked the door. No one is there," she said. "You know what? What makes me scared is...
what is some of the students did not come down to the ball. Wouldn't they be in their houses? And
what about the house elves?"
Harry pondered this. "We will have to go back down tomorrow and check for anyone. Oh God,
this is horrible," Harry exclaimed as he took off his tie.
"These clothes will have to last us," Hermione said. "And I hope they have food in here."
All of them slept in the main room that evening. Ginny was in Harry's lap and Hermione head
had fallen onto Ron's shoulder. Time passed quickly, and Harry found himself the last to wake.
"Are you ready to go back down?" a voice asked him, which was identified as Ron's. Harry got
up, and threw his suit to the side so that he was wearing just a white shirt and black pants. They
made their way out of room, and walked a while before reaching the lobby.
Fred and George were not there. Ron ran to Fudge's office. He was not there. The hotel clerk–
gone.
"There should be clothes in the hotel rooms," Ginny suggested. "We could steal them to use...
and there could be food."
Hermione nodded. "Where is everyone?"
Ron's voice cracked in exasperation as he spoke. "We've been abandoned...!"
"Then we will have to leave," Harry said daringly. "Let's go down to the school."
All of them agreed to this, and found themselves entering the main hall to Affott's very
quickly. The Death Eaters were still lying on the ground, dead as can be. But what was a worse sight,
was that of the rest of the area. Some of the paintings on the walls were ripped and torn off. Statues
were knocked over. The staircases had holes in them... and the torches were burning with a faint
white glow.
It was very dark, as they made their way to the Gryffindor common room, finding more
destruction. When they reached the corridor, the Fat Lady was no longer on the wall, her portrait was
on fire in the corner. Harry ran inside to a common room that looked neat as ever. No destruction at
all.
"Get your stuff. Whatever you need and can carry. Forget the trunks," Harry said anxiously,
as if expecting that someone would come and kill them all. Harry and Ron leaped into their dormitory
to find Dean, Seamus, and Neville's trunks, still placed near their beds.
Harry ran into his closet and got a bag from the top shelf. He neatly placed some jeans,
shirts, and shoes into it. He walked back over to his trunk and laughed as he saw Ron stuffing clothes
into his bag like they had to be out of the room in ten seconds.
Harry opened his trunk and found a few objects... he took some of his books and all of the
items from Fred and George's shop. He also put a few quills in.
"Ready?" Ron asked. "I could fit everything in the bag I had."
"I just left all of Dudley's clothes and took the ones I had," Harry laughed. "I can always buy
new ones. We should go to The Leaky Cauldron. It probably would be best."
They made their way downstairs and met Hermione and Ginny. They were also carrying bags
full of stuff.
When they had left the common room, it had only been a short while until they saw
something.
It was a figure... wearing a cloak. He ran into another corridor which led to the Slytherin
house.
"Oh God," Hermione gasped. "Let's get out of here... OH but wait! The elves!"
"Hermione! I'm sure Dumbledore got them or something. They are safe where they are!" Ron
said angrily as each of them took off running towards a staircase to get back to the main hall.
When there, and after looking back so much, they frantically took off up the staircase and
found themselves in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic very promptly.
Harry walked forward and opened the door to the Ministry of Magic, and soon, all four of them
were crammed into a telephone booth. Ron burst out first, breathing in the air.
"It's never smelt like this before," Ron pointed out. "We've been underground so much."
There was snow on the ground everywhere. People were on the streets and cars roamed the
area, sending fumes and exhaust into the air.
"If only they knew what had just happened," Hermione said.
"Oh no! What about Percy!?" Ginny yelled suddenly.
"If we find someone to get in contact with Dumbledore, we will send someone to get him,"
Harry thought up.
"So where are we going?" Hermione questioned.
"The Leaky Cauldron," Harry said. "That is... if it's alright with all of you."
"Perfect choice," Ginny smiled and all four of them walking down the street, dressed in suits
and dresses, looking very eccentric on the streets of London.
"How do we get there?" Ron stopped and asked.
"Well, we don't have brooms... and it's a while away," Harry began. A cab passed by them.
"TAXI!" Harry yelled out. He had about fifteen dollars of Muggle money in his pocket, just in case.
A taxi skidded to a stop before them.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
"Downtown London," Harry replied and let everyone file in and make themselves comfortable
in the back seat, before he climbed in himself.
The car sped off, passing the telephone booth which was a solemn reminder of the previous
night's events.
This is a gloomy chapter. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny find themselves abandoned at the
Ministry, and with no idea on where to go, take off to the streets of London. Where to go? There is
nowhere to go at all.
They end up going to the Leaky Cauldron and meeting a particular someone there! Read on to see
who!!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Nowhere to Go
It was then, when Professor Trelawney ordered the students out of the back room, that Harry
knew that this was not going to be a war, over within a day. He knew that the body of the boy, with
the sobbing girl over him, was a reminder about what would happen if anyone cross Voldemort's path.
"Pick the boy up, girl," Professor Sinistra said to her. She reached for the girl's arms to help
her up, but she pulled away screaming.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Harry could only wonder where Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape were as they fought
Voldemort, but he did not have time, because many of his pupils were leaving the room, talking
worryingly about what had just happen.
"Come on, Ron," Harry said to his friend, who was crying over his brother's body. Ron shook
his head and Hermione helped him up.
"We had better get a move on," Ginny sobbed, tears flowing from her eyes every time she
looked at Percy.
The young girl passed by them with a teacher, holding the boy in their arms. He was dead.
Blood was issuing from his chest in great heaps... leaving trails behind them.
"Leave Percy. We will get someone to come down here," Ron instructed. They left one by one,
looking at the ruins of the Great Hall, when suddenly, to Ron's and Ginny's dismay, the roof of the
Great Hall collapsed in.
"PERCY!" Ginny screamed as she ran forward to grab him. Stone was falling everywhere as
she tried to drag him across the floor.
Ron leaped forward to shield Ginny and helped her get Percy out of the Hall safely... just
before a large desk fell where Ginny had just been. It split into many shards of wood.
Harry picked Percy up with the help of Ron, and carried him to the stairs, where they walked
up many stories to get to the lobby. Fudge would be outraged when he saw that much of the Ministry
was now in Affott's.
There was Fred and George, lying motionlessly on the floor. They could see Fudge, slumped
over in his office.
"The HeadQuarters," Hermione suggested, and walked to the corridor where they would turn
off. It took ten minutes of strength and struggle for Harry and Ron... because they were carrying
Percy, but it was also ten minutes of weeping from Ginny, who kept wiping tears off her face.
Alas, they reached the familiar HeadQuarters.
"We had better not leave until someone finds us. We don't know what to expect outside this
room. Inside... hurry," Harry instructed and closed the door behind them.
"Put– Percy– in my... room!" Ginny cried as she flopped onto the couch in tears. Harry and
Ron carried Percy to her room and then emerged seconds later.
"Lock the door Harry... Ron, you and I will go check to see if the other room is occupied,"
Hermione said. Harry took out his wand and locked the door with a simple spell. He sat down next to
Ginny.
"I'm sorry Ginny," Harry said, putting an arm around her. This was the first time they had
made contact, when it actually did not mean anything.
Hermione and Ron gave back almost instantly.
"Locked the door. No one is there," she said. "You know what? What makes me scared is...
what is some of the students did not come down to the ball. Wouldn't they be in their houses? And
what about the house elves?"
Harry pondered this. "We will have to go back down tomorrow and check for anyone. Oh God,
this is horrible," Harry exclaimed as he took off his tie.
"These clothes will have to last us," Hermione said. "And I hope they have food in here."
All of them slept in the main room that evening. Ginny was in Harry's lap and Hermione head
had fallen onto Ron's shoulder. Time passed quickly, and Harry found himself the last to wake.
"Are you ready to go back down?" a voice asked him, which was identified as Ron's. Harry got
up, and threw his suit to the side so that he was wearing just a white shirt and black pants. They
made their way out of room, and walked a while before reaching the lobby.
Fred and George were not there. Ron ran to Fudge's office. He was not there. The hotel clerk–
gone.
"There should be clothes in the hotel rooms," Ginny suggested. "We could steal them to use...
and there could be food."
Hermione nodded. "Where is everyone?"
Ron's voice cracked in exasperation as he spoke. "We've been abandoned...!"
"Then we will have to leave," Harry said daringly. "Let's go down to the school."
All of them agreed to this, and found themselves entering the main hall to Affott's very
quickly. The Death Eaters were still lying on the ground, dead as can be. But what was a worse sight,
was that of the rest of the area. Some of the paintings on the walls were ripped and torn off. Statues
were knocked over. The staircases had holes in them... and the torches were burning with a faint
white glow.
It was very dark, as they made their way to the Gryffindor common room, finding more
destruction. When they reached the corridor, the Fat Lady was no longer on the wall, her portrait was
on fire in the corner. Harry ran inside to a common room that looked neat as ever. No destruction at
all.
"Get your stuff. Whatever you need and can carry. Forget the trunks," Harry said anxiously,
as if expecting that someone would come and kill them all. Harry and Ron leaped into their dormitory
to find Dean, Seamus, and Neville's trunks, still placed near their beds.
Harry ran into his closet and got a bag from the top shelf. He neatly placed some jeans,
shirts, and shoes into it. He walked back over to his trunk and laughed as he saw Ron stuffing clothes
into his bag like they had to be out of the room in ten seconds.
Harry opened his trunk and found a few objects... he took some of his books and all of the
items from Fred and George's shop. He also put a few quills in.
"Ready?" Ron asked. "I could fit everything in the bag I had."
"I just left all of Dudley's clothes and took the ones I had," Harry laughed. "I can always buy
new ones. We should go to The Leaky Cauldron. It probably would be best."
They made their way downstairs and met Hermione and Ginny. They were also carrying bags
full of stuff.
When they had left the common room, it had only been a short while until they saw
something.
It was a figure... wearing a cloak. He ran into another corridor which led to the Slytherin
house.
"Oh God," Hermione gasped. "Let's get out of here... OH but wait! The elves!"
"Hermione! I'm sure Dumbledore got them or something. They are safe where they are!" Ron
said angrily as each of them took off running towards a staircase to get back to the main hall.
When there, and after looking back so much, they frantically took off up the staircase and
found themselves in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic very promptly.
Harry walked forward and opened the door to the Ministry of Magic, and soon, all four of them
were crammed into a telephone booth. Ron burst out first, breathing in the air.
"It's never smelt like this before," Ron pointed out. "We've been underground so much."
There was snow on the ground everywhere. People were on the streets and cars roamed the
area, sending fumes and exhaust into the air.
"If only they knew what had just happened," Hermione said.
"Oh no! What about Percy!?" Ginny yelled suddenly.
"If we find someone to get in contact with Dumbledore, we will send someone to get him,"
Harry thought up.
"So where are we going?" Hermione questioned.
"The Leaky Cauldron," Harry said. "That is... if it's alright with all of you."
"Perfect choice," Ginny smiled and all four of them walking down the street, dressed in suits
and dresses, looking very eccentric on the streets of London.
"How do we get there?" Ron stopped and asked.
"Well, we don't have brooms... and it's a while away," Harry began. A cab passed by them.
"TAXI!" Harry yelled out. He had about fifteen dollars of Muggle money in his pocket, just in case.
A taxi skidded to a stop before them.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
"Downtown London," Harry replied and let everyone file in and make themselves comfortable
in the back seat, before he climbed in himself.
The car sped off, passing the telephone booth which was a solemn reminder of the previous
night's events.