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Chapter Five-Unwelcome News



Despite her sputtering protests, Harry made her tell him everything she knew, from the beginning, and show him the Daily Prophet article.

In the article, it said how a large group of Death Eaters, including Sirius Black, (It made Harry's blood boil to read about his godfather in such a way) had attacked a Muggle street in Southampton. Two Muggles were killed, and in one of the explosions "Black's comrades" had committed what is known as friendly fire, and accidentally injured Black when trying to hurt the Muggles. "Black appears to have been thrown against the wall of an alley that is connected to the street in which the Death Eaters attacked," the article read. "The Ministry has taken him into custody, and under the insistence of the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore, Black is being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for a head injury and sprained arm."

When Harry read in the article that Sirius was at St. Mungo's, he let out a yell and jumped to his feet, startling a Muggle passerby, who gave him and Hermione a what-a-bunch-of-weirdos-look. Hermione glared at Harry.

"Harry, sit down, your attracting attention, plase sit down-"

"Let's go to St. Mungo's!" Harry interrupted quickly. Hermione, looking annoyed, frowned at him from where she still sat on the ground. She had stopped crying, and had returned to her rather bossy self.

"Harry, no. We can't just go running off to the hospital-besides, how would we get there?"

"I don't know, Floo Powder?" Harry said helplessly. He wasn't thinking either clearly or reasonably, all he wanted to do was get to Sirius as quickly as humanly possible. "Does it really matter, Hermione?"

"Of course it matters!" She cried, getting to her feet. She had obviously forgotten what she had just told Harry about not attracting attention. She put her hands on her hips, frowned at him, and tapped her left foot impatiently in a way that would have been comical if it weren't for their situation. "Harry, how are we supposed to get to the hospital if we don't have a way to get to the hospital..."

Harry stared blankly at her for a moment before collapsing down on the curb once again, staring at his feet.

Hermione sat down next to her friend, studying him carefully. Then she sighed.

"I know this isn't exactly the easiest for you, Harry, but, well..." She gulped. "Harry, finish reading the article."

Wondering what more could be wrong, he directed his attention to the Daily Prophet, and read the next paragraph of the article.

"Dumbledore has also insisted that Black be given a fair trial, after him not having one when he was taken to Azkaban fourteen years ago. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, however, has different views on the subject. 'Black is a convicted man,' The Minister has been reported saying. 'We have been looking for him for a long time, and there is no need to give him a trial now. After he is treated for his injuries, he will be taken back to Azkaban.'"

"WHAT!" Harry yelled, jumping to his feet again in surprise. "No, they can't, they can't-"

"Harry, sit down," Hermione hissed, grabbing Harry's arm and yanking him to the ground. He had yelled so loudly that a family of Muggles across the street turned to look at him in alarm. "I know what it says, I read the article! Harry..." Her voice turned soft and scared. "I don't know what to do."

Hermione doesn't know what to do, that's a first, Harry thought dryly. They sat in silence for a few minutes, not speaking. Harry considered, for a moment, telling Hermione about the dream and his scar, but then quickly decided against it. Hermione looked distressed enough as it was, and he couldn't bring himself to make her start crying again. Then suddenly, another thought occurred to Harry. Frowning, he turned to Hermione.

"Umm, Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing here?"

Hermione stared at him, not understanding. "Say what?"

"What are you doing here? Here, in Little Whinging? You don't live
here," Harry reminded her.

"No, I don't," Hermione agreed. "I, well, I came to find you. I didn't have an owl to use to send you the Daily Prophet article by, so I had my mum take me over here on a bus, and I came to find you. She's out shopping," she added, answering the unspoken question.

Harry stared at her. "You really, really need to get your own owl, Hermione."

She nodded, then they slipped into silence again. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, then suddenly, a sharp voice broke the quiet.

"Hermione!"

Hermione stood up and spun around, her hair flying. Harry jumped to his feet as well, looking awkwardly in the direction Hermione was looking for the source of the voice.

"It's my mum!" Said Hermione, and she grabbed Harry's wrist, pulling him down the street to a woman who Harry never would have guessed was his friend's mother.

Mrs. Granger looked quite unlike her daughter. Instead of the older version of Hermione Harry had been expecting, he was met by a strikingly pretty, sophisticated looking woman with soft, dark blonde curls. In fact, Hermione and her mother looked so different that Harry was beginning to get the feeling that Hermione must be adopted until he noticed that they both had the same sharp, light brown eyes.

"Mum," said Hermione, letting go of Harry's wrist. "This is my friend, Harry Potter..."

After Harry had been introduced, Mrs. Granger said, "I'm sorry to break you two apart so soon, but I really must be taking Hermione home now. We need to get ready for a dinner party."

"Can I just say goodbye, Mum?" Hermione asked, and Mrs. Granger nodded. Once again Hermione took Harry's wrist and pulled him a good few feet away from her mother.

Harry raised his eyebrows at her, grinning. "Dinner party?"

She waved an impatient hand. "It's nothing, just something for my mum and dad's job. But listen, Harry," her voice turned serious. "We still haven't decided what to do about, well, you know..." She glanced back at where her mother stood. "You know, Snuffles."

A thought had suddenly occurred to Harry. Speaking quickly he asked, "Hermione, where do you live?"

"Excuse me?"

"Where do you live?"

"What?"

"Just tell me where you live, Hermione! It's not that hard to understand!"

Suddenly, "Hermione!" Mrs. Granger called. "We have to go!"

"Just-just one second!" Hermione called back, before turning to Harry. "Harry, I don't see why--"

Harry cut her off. Hermione had to leave, there wasn't much time... "Hermione, listen, we have to get to St. Mungo's, right?"

"Right..." She said hesitantly, obviously very confused and bewildered.

"Right. So we are going to St. Mungo's."

"Oh!" Hermione cried, suddenly understanding, her eyes growing very wide.

Grinning, Harry said, "Now that you've proven yourself capable of understanding me, Hermione, will you please tell me, where do you live?"

"At 4515 Irwin Avenue," She said in a hurried whisper. "In Gloucester. But Harry, I don't know exactly what you want--"

"Come on, Hermione!" Said Mrs. Granger, beginning to get impatient. "We have to go!"

"I'll see you," Harry whispered, and pushed Hermione-who was looking very worrie--toward her mother.

Fifteen minutes after Hermione had left, Harry was walking back to Privet Drive with the Dursley's grocery bags under his arms, his mind racing.

He knew what he had to do.



A/N: Gloucester is a real town not too far from London. I haven't the slightest clue if there is a "Irwin Avenue" there, being that I never went to England-I just made it up. Also, to those who don't know, Southampton is a city in south England that is an important port to the English Channel, I think it is? Wow my reviews rock, I love all of you! I'm relly flattered! Sigh another short chapter your all going to kill me...I'm trying to make them longer, one of them is six pages...

PadfootProngs: Haha I see that there are two of you...thank you!

Yuffie-Girl: Don't worry, Sirius is one of my favorite characeters, I'm not going to do anything incredibly horrible to him.

Anonymous: Thanks...you'll find out more about Sirius's condition in later chapters.

Wellduh... :You're thoughts, too? Hmmm...I did leave it on a pretty bad cliffhanger this time, didn't I?

WeasleyTwinsLover1112: Does it really kick ass? That's the most unique compliment I've gotten so far...wow this is cool!

Lily Potter: Hey I read one of your stories, I don't remember which one, but I recognize your pen name...little cartoon Harry? That's certainly unusual! Haha...but whatever floats your boat...pirate Harry? That's funny, I just played a pirate/mate type person in a show, like a few days ago. Okay that was really randomn...Yeah, Sirius rocks, doesn't he? I don't life Fudge very much either...I used to think that he was pretty decent until I read the end of the fourth book-yikes! That guy needs a reality check!

Abby: Your going to hunt me down? I better watch myself, I get hyper too and I know what hyper people are capable of...lol thank you very much. Don't worry, no pressure! ::runs and hides in corner and away from Abby:: :)