Chapter 21-
It was late afternoon when they finally reached Hogsmead. They were both covered in snow and exhausted as they walked into the 3 broomsticks. Ron, who was holding Ellie in his arms, stepped in first. He noticed it was full of people, none of whom noticed the red haired boy come in.
"Come on Hermione." Ron whispered, helping Ellie stand. She staggered as she made her first few steps toward an empty booth.
"Coming" Hermione answered, following behind. Her hair now covered in snow that was slowly melting onto her robes.
Hermione and Ellie sat down while Ron ordered the butterbeers (with the little money Hermione remembered was in her pocket).
Ron shut his eyes and smiled as the warmth of his drink began to emerge into his body, warming his toes. When he opened his eyes he saw two pairs looking back.
Hermione started the conversation abruptly; "Ellie...Do u remember what happened before you fainted?"
"Ahhh..." Ellie replied, sipping her Butterbeer slowly.
"Hermione, I think we should explain to her what we are doing here first..." Ron interrupted.
"Right, well," Hermione whispered so no one could hear there conversation "we are going to find Harry and bring him back to Hogwarts before he falls into Angel's trap."
"Where is he going?" Ellie asked, her large eyes focused on her drink.
"We don't know." Ron replied, watching her carefully. "We thought you might know."
"I don't know anything." Ellie said quicker than she ment to. "About where Harry is going at least." She added, Ron noticed her hands rubbing together, a thing he noticed a lot of girls doing at times of nervousness. But he didn't have time to think about girls or at least girls in general.
"What do you-" Ron began but Hermione leaned over and covered his mouth.
"Shhh listen!" She breathed, looking over toward the bartender, whom was having a conversation with short cloaked man.
"Aye" Said the bartender, handing the man a Butterbeer. "Was in here last night."
"Was he now" The other man asked holding his drink in a dirty hand. "Where did he say he was going?"
"Well, he didn't tell me exactly but he was mumbling about London and going off to save someone...the poor boy must just be in shock."
"Shock of what?" Asked the cloaked man, leaning in closer to the bartender.
"Look here, why are you asking so many questions?" His suspicious eyes darted around the room then back to his customer.
"I am...a good friend." He replied, his voice getting lighted, with a little laugh at the end.
"Oh well, I'm guessing that he is in shock of 'He-who-must-not-be-named'--"
At that point Hermione broke in with "Fear of a name-" But Ron clasped his hand over her mouth. He knew they needed to hear the rest of the conversation, it would be vital to them.
"--Back" The bartender finished, looking around his bar once more.
"Ahhh do u truly believe he has come back?" The man said tapping his fingers on the table as if time was passing more quickly than he liked.
"Well, I don't now really, but when Mr. Potter came in holding his broom I could see the look in his eyes. Something is the matter..."
It was late afternoon when they finally reached Hogsmead. They were both covered in snow and exhausted as they walked into the 3 broomsticks. Ron, who was holding Ellie in his arms, stepped in first. He noticed it was full of people, none of whom noticed the red haired boy come in.
"Come on Hermione." Ron whispered, helping Ellie stand. She staggered as she made her first few steps toward an empty booth.
"Coming" Hermione answered, following behind. Her hair now covered in snow that was slowly melting onto her robes.
Hermione and Ellie sat down while Ron ordered the butterbeers (with the little money Hermione remembered was in her pocket).
Ron shut his eyes and smiled as the warmth of his drink began to emerge into his body, warming his toes. When he opened his eyes he saw two pairs looking back.
Hermione started the conversation abruptly; "Ellie...Do u remember what happened before you fainted?"
"Ahhh..." Ellie replied, sipping her Butterbeer slowly.
"Hermione, I think we should explain to her what we are doing here first..." Ron interrupted.
"Right, well," Hermione whispered so no one could hear there conversation "we are going to find Harry and bring him back to Hogwarts before he falls into Angel's trap."
"Where is he going?" Ellie asked, her large eyes focused on her drink.
"We don't know." Ron replied, watching her carefully. "We thought you might know."
"I don't know anything." Ellie said quicker than she ment to. "About where Harry is going at least." She added, Ron noticed her hands rubbing together, a thing he noticed a lot of girls doing at times of nervousness. But he didn't have time to think about girls or at least girls in general.
"What do you-" Ron began but Hermione leaned over and covered his mouth.
"Shhh listen!" She breathed, looking over toward the bartender, whom was having a conversation with short cloaked man.
"Aye" Said the bartender, handing the man a Butterbeer. "Was in here last night."
"Was he now" The other man asked holding his drink in a dirty hand. "Where did he say he was going?"
"Well, he didn't tell me exactly but he was mumbling about London and going off to save someone...the poor boy must just be in shock."
"Shock of what?" Asked the cloaked man, leaning in closer to the bartender.
"Look here, why are you asking so many questions?" His suspicious eyes darted around the room then back to his customer.
"I am...a good friend." He replied, his voice getting lighted, with a little laugh at the end.
"Oh well, I'm guessing that he is in shock of 'He-who-must-not-be-named'--"
At that point Hermione broke in with "Fear of a name-" But Ron clasped his hand over her mouth. He knew they needed to hear the rest of the conversation, it would be vital to them.
"--Back" The bartender finished, looking around his bar once more.
"Ahhh do u truly believe he has come back?" The man said tapping his fingers on the table as if time was passing more quickly than he liked.
"Well, I don't now really, but when Mr. Potter came in holding his broom I could see the look in his eyes. Something is the matter..."