Secrets-Chapter6-The Dissapearance of Harry and Your What?
The N.E.W.T.'s and O.W.L's (for the fifth years) were done, after next week the seventh years would be full fledged witches and wizards.
It was Friday, breakfast in the great hall, the grueling two weeks (one for the fifth years of o.w.l's) of Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests were over, finally!!!
Ron and Blaise were moving in together, as were Harry and Hermione, no one knowing about you know what, Ron and Blaise in the wizarding world, Harry and Hermione the muggle world, basically so Harry could avoid the press, always watching, following his every move, to avoid them finding out certain things.
It was a typical breakfast until....
A vortex appeared sucking Harry Potter up, and saying "Welcome Mr. Potter, to the last battle, when it is over, the victor shall return, while the loser shall forever remain in the void."
The hall was in shock, but none more then Harry's two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Ron feinted, wondering if he'd ever see his best friend, practically brother ever again, and Hermione collapsed into tears, will I ever see Harry again? Will he survive to see?
The hall was mostly in a panic, some hysterical, some calmer then they ought to be, some cheering, you can guess who, some crying, most in shock.
When Neville stood up and yelled at the cheering Draco Malfoy, "Shut the hell up, Malfoy, what'd he ever do to you? Oh yes, turn down your friendship in favor of those you looked down upon, big gain for him and his friends. Now he's possibly going to his death and your cheering! He might come out on top, and then where will you be? In jail, with your Deatheater father, or among those rejoicing that they are free from the tyranny of Lord Voldemort?"
Neville sat back down, wondering, 'Did I just say that?' Most of the hall, clapping at his words.
"Thank you, Neville, let us all hope and pray that it is not Harry's final battle, let's hope he comes out of this, to live a life he deserves," Dumbledore spoke, "Now, everyone, it is time to head to class." There were groans and much clattering of chairs, students heading for class.
Graduation came, still, no Harry, the months droned by, Ron got a job at the ministry in the Department of games and sports, but still no word of Harry or Voldemort, Deatheaters running wild with the dissappearence of their master, many arrested, including some prominent members of society, for crimes, while there master was who knows where, only Harry Potter knows, and only Lord Voldemort knows where Harry Potter is, neither actually knowing where, some parralell universe, perhaps?
December fifthteenth, Ron Weasley is visiting his friend, Hermione Granger, at her flat in muggle London.
"Hermione, what's in that room?" Ron asked once again, like everytime he came over to the flat Hermione was supposed to be shareing with there best friend, Harry Potter.
"It's just storage, Ron, until Harry comes back, Harry's stuff, some of my stuff," answered, for the umpteenth time.
"Have you found a real job, yet?"
"Ron, shut up, I like my job as a freelance researcher (is that even real? oh well), I'm not tied down by it, like you at the ministry."
"Hey, Bagman's a great boss, mind you he's an idiot, doesn't really care what you do."
"That's nice."
"Why don't you become an auror, herm?"
"Maybe, not now."
"Harry should be an auror."
"Or a Quidditich player."
"I thought you didn't like Quidditich?"
"I hate flying, Harry loves it, you know that."
"I know, hey, you said Harry's stuff was in that room."
"I did."
"Then why is his firebolt in your room, his books on the bookshelf and table, his clothes in the hall closet (don't ask me how ron knows this), and his cauldron in the kitchen cuppboard (again don't ask, guess he snoops?)?"
"I don't know, guess I miss my best friend, so I pulled some of his stuff out, is that alright with you?"
"I miss him too, why can't I have any of his stuff?"
"Because, I doubt Blaise would like his junk lying around, and I don't think he'd like his stuff scattered around everywhere."
"That makes sense, I hope he's alright."
"So do I Ron, so do I, SHIT."
"What's the matter?"
"My water just broke."
"WHAT!?"
"I need to go to the hospital." His eyes widened.
"Your Prgnent!?"
"Yeah."
"You don't look it."
"Oh yeah, Deconcealio." His eyes widened.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I din't tell anyone, but Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore and McGonagall know."
"You were pregnent at Hogwarts!?"
"Yeah, and I really need to get to the hospital."
"Should I call your parents, my parents, anybody?"
"Yeah, floo your parents, have them tell my parents, Lupin, Hagrid, Blaise, Dumbledore." Ron threw the floo powder in the fireplace and stuck his head in yeling "Burrow."
"Ron, what a plesant surprise," greeted Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley next to her.
"Mum, Dad, you won't believe this, Hermione's pregnent, her water just broke."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Who's the father?"
"I don't know, it's news to me, where going to the hospital a block from her flat, contact her parents, Lupin, Blaise, Hagrid and Dumbledore, will you?"
"Got it, son, see you soon."
"Bye," and Ron's head was back in Hermione's place.
"Let's go, you drive," Hermione commanded.
"You sure about this, Herms?"
"Yeah, NOW."
.
December the fifthteenth, Hogwarts staff meeting, Dumbledore's office, A vortex opens and plops in a battered, tattered, longhaired, bearded Harry Potter. There were mutters of Harry, Mr. Potter, Potter, and even a Harry Potter!!(this years dada teacher, of course) Among the staff.
"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, what happened?" asked the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
"Lord Voldemort is no more, I'm going to go back to my dorm, sorry for disterbing you."
"Harry, you graduated," squeked Flitwick.
"Isn't it May twenty sixth?" (a few days after his dissappearence).
"No, Potter, it's December, fifthteenth," sneered Snape.
"Oh, my god, seven months, I was wondering why my hair was so long."
"Yes, it's been a long time," Dumbledore commented. Harry fell back into a chair, out of view of the fireplace.
Then a haead poped in the fireplace, "Albus, Albus, you won't believe this."
"What is it, Arthur?"
"My son, Ron was at Hermione Granger's place and her water broke, she's been pregnent with out anyone knowing."
"Thank you for letting me know, I'm sure you'd like to get there, I'll inform Ginny."
"Thank you, Albus, Good bye."
"Good bye, Arthur."
Harry jums up, "I've gotta go, I've gotta go, Hermione."
"Why Mr. Potter is this so urgent?" asked McGonagall.
"My best friends having a baby and I haven't seen her or anyone in seven months," though it seemed only a few days to me, "I must go."
"If you must, Mr. Potter, the hospital is two blocks away from the Leakey Cauldron, one block from your flat, will you manage to find it?"
"Yes I will, let me go, let me go." Dumbledore held out a pot of floo powder, Harry grabbed a pinch, threw it in the fireplace and yelled. "Leakey Cauldron," and he zoomed out of there running to the hospital, following the directions, rather then asking up to the maternity ward, it's about 11 at night.
"Harry is that you?" Ron asked as Harry skidded to a stop in the waiting room.
"Harry?" asked Molly, Arthur, the twins, Bill, Remus, Blaise, Hagrid and Hermione's parents, knowing all about there daughter's friends, meeting them a few times.
"He's gone, Where's Hermione?"
"You look a mess, she's in a delivery room."
"Which one?"
"Number five, she wouldn't let us in, but maybe you'll have better luck, not seeing you for six months, who's gone?"
"Voldemort," and Harry was off to delivery room number five.
He knocked, a nurse came out, "What do you want?"
"I'm her friend, Harry Potter, will she allow me in?"
"I'll ask." the nurse went back in ans came out a minute or so later, "Put these on, wash your hands and you can come in." He went in after pulling on the hospital garb.
"Harry!" Hermione called shocked.
"He's gone 'Mione, we're safe, he's gone." He kissed her forehead, and she grabbed his hand.
Out in the waiting room. "Why'd she let him in and none of us?" asked one of the twins.
"Oh, I don't know, she hasn't seen him in seven months?" asked Ron.
"But neither have we," said the other twin. "We haven't seen him.
That got most of them thinking, 'Could he be? Naww, that's insane.'
the note about not knowing when i'm updating still stand s from the last chapter, alright? thanks to all you reviewers keep it up, thanks, the rest is coming i'm not sure when but it's coming, i assure you, thanks for reviewing anf review.
-ears91
The N.E.W.T.'s and O.W.L's (for the fifth years) were done, after next week the seventh years would be full fledged witches and wizards.
It was Friday, breakfast in the great hall, the grueling two weeks (one for the fifth years of o.w.l's) of Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests were over, finally!!!
Ron and Blaise were moving in together, as were Harry and Hermione, no one knowing about you know what, Ron and Blaise in the wizarding world, Harry and Hermione the muggle world, basically so Harry could avoid the press, always watching, following his every move, to avoid them finding out certain things.
It was a typical breakfast until....
A vortex appeared sucking Harry Potter up, and saying "Welcome Mr. Potter, to the last battle, when it is over, the victor shall return, while the loser shall forever remain in the void."
The hall was in shock, but none more then Harry's two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Ron feinted, wondering if he'd ever see his best friend, practically brother ever again, and Hermione collapsed into tears, will I ever see Harry again? Will he survive to see?
The hall was mostly in a panic, some hysterical, some calmer then they ought to be, some cheering, you can guess who, some crying, most in shock.
When Neville stood up and yelled at the cheering Draco Malfoy, "Shut the hell up, Malfoy, what'd he ever do to you? Oh yes, turn down your friendship in favor of those you looked down upon, big gain for him and his friends. Now he's possibly going to his death and your cheering! He might come out on top, and then where will you be? In jail, with your Deatheater father, or among those rejoicing that they are free from the tyranny of Lord Voldemort?"
Neville sat back down, wondering, 'Did I just say that?' Most of the hall, clapping at his words.
"Thank you, Neville, let us all hope and pray that it is not Harry's final battle, let's hope he comes out of this, to live a life he deserves," Dumbledore spoke, "Now, everyone, it is time to head to class." There were groans and much clattering of chairs, students heading for class.
Graduation came, still, no Harry, the months droned by, Ron got a job at the ministry in the Department of games and sports, but still no word of Harry or Voldemort, Deatheaters running wild with the dissappearence of their master, many arrested, including some prominent members of society, for crimes, while there master was who knows where, only Harry Potter knows, and only Lord Voldemort knows where Harry Potter is, neither actually knowing where, some parralell universe, perhaps?
December fifthteenth, Ron Weasley is visiting his friend, Hermione Granger, at her flat in muggle London.
"Hermione, what's in that room?" Ron asked once again, like everytime he came over to the flat Hermione was supposed to be shareing with there best friend, Harry Potter.
"It's just storage, Ron, until Harry comes back, Harry's stuff, some of my stuff," answered, for the umpteenth time.
"Have you found a real job, yet?"
"Ron, shut up, I like my job as a freelance researcher (is that even real? oh well), I'm not tied down by it, like you at the ministry."
"Hey, Bagman's a great boss, mind you he's an idiot, doesn't really care what you do."
"That's nice."
"Why don't you become an auror, herm?"
"Maybe, not now."
"Harry should be an auror."
"Or a Quidditich player."
"I thought you didn't like Quidditich?"
"I hate flying, Harry loves it, you know that."
"I know, hey, you said Harry's stuff was in that room."
"I did."
"Then why is his firebolt in your room, his books on the bookshelf and table, his clothes in the hall closet (don't ask me how ron knows this), and his cauldron in the kitchen cuppboard (again don't ask, guess he snoops?)?"
"I don't know, guess I miss my best friend, so I pulled some of his stuff out, is that alright with you?"
"I miss him too, why can't I have any of his stuff?"
"Because, I doubt Blaise would like his junk lying around, and I don't think he'd like his stuff scattered around everywhere."
"That makes sense, I hope he's alright."
"So do I Ron, so do I, SHIT."
"What's the matter?"
"My water just broke."
"WHAT!?"
"I need to go to the hospital." His eyes widened.
"Your Prgnent!?"
"Yeah."
"You don't look it."
"Oh yeah, Deconcealio." His eyes widened.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I din't tell anyone, but Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore and McGonagall know."
"You were pregnent at Hogwarts!?"
"Yeah, and I really need to get to the hospital."
"Should I call your parents, my parents, anybody?"
"Yeah, floo your parents, have them tell my parents, Lupin, Hagrid, Blaise, Dumbledore." Ron threw the floo powder in the fireplace and stuck his head in yeling "Burrow."
"Ron, what a plesant surprise," greeted Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley next to her.
"Mum, Dad, you won't believe this, Hermione's pregnent, her water just broke."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Who's the father?"
"I don't know, it's news to me, where going to the hospital a block from her flat, contact her parents, Lupin, Blaise, Hagrid and Dumbledore, will you?"
"Got it, son, see you soon."
"Bye," and Ron's head was back in Hermione's place.
"Let's go, you drive," Hermione commanded.
"You sure about this, Herms?"
"Yeah, NOW."
.
December the fifthteenth, Hogwarts staff meeting, Dumbledore's office, A vortex opens and plops in a battered, tattered, longhaired, bearded Harry Potter. There were mutters of Harry, Mr. Potter, Potter, and even a Harry Potter!!(this years dada teacher, of course) Among the staff.
"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, what happened?" asked the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
"Lord Voldemort is no more, I'm going to go back to my dorm, sorry for disterbing you."
"Harry, you graduated," squeked Flitwick.
"Isn't it May twenty sixth?" (a few days after his dissappearence).
"No, Potter, it's December, fifthteenth," sneered Snape.
"Oh, my god, seven months, I was wondering why my hair was so long."
"Yes, it's been a long time," Dumbledore commented. Harry fell back into a chair, out of view of the fireplace.
Then a haead poped in the fireplace, "Albus, Albus, you won't believe this."
"What is it, Arthur?"
"My son, Ron was at Hermione Granger's place and her water broke, she's been pregnent with out anyone knowing."
"Thank you for letting me know, I'm sure you'd like to get there, I'll inform Ginny."
"Thank you, Albus, Good bye."
"Good bye, Arthur."
Harry jums up, "I've gotta go, I've gotta go, Hermione."
"Why Mr. Potter is this so urgent?" asked McGonagall.
"My best friends having a baby and I haven't seen her or anyone in seven months," though it seemed only a few days to me, "I must go."
"If you must, Mr. Potter, the hospital is two blocks away from the Leakey Cauldron, one block from your flat, will you manage to find it?"
"Yes I will, let me go, let me go." Dumbledore held out a pot of floo powder, Harry grabbed a pinch, threw it in the fireplace and yelled. "Leakey Cauldron," and he zoomed out of there running to the hospital, following the directions, rather then asking up to the maternity ward, it's about 11 at night.
"Harry is that you?" Ron asked as Harry skidded to a stop in the waiting room.
"Harry?" asked Molly, Arthur, the twins, Bill, Remus, Blaise, Hagrid and Hermione's parents, knowing all about there daughter's friends, meeting them a few times.
"He's gone, Where's Hermione?"
"You look a mess, she's in a delivery room."
"Which one?"
"Number five, she wouldn't let us in, but maybe you'll have better luck, not seeing you for six months, who's gone?"
"Voldemort," and Harry was off to delivery room number five.
He knocked, a nurse came out, "What do you want?"
"I'm her friend, Harry Potter, will she allow me in?"
"I'll ask." the nurse went back in ans came out a minute or so later, "Put these on, wash your hands and you can come in." He went in after pulling on the hospital garb.
"Harry!" Hermione called shocked.
"He's gone 'Mione, we're safe, he's gone." He kissed her forehead, and she grabbed his hand.
Out in the waiting room. "Why'd she let him in and none of us?" asked one of the twins.
"Oh, I don't know, she hasn't seen him in seven months?" asked Ron.
"But neither have we," said the other twin. "We haven't seen him.
That got most of them thinking, 'Could he be? Naww, that's insane.'
the note about not knowing when i'm updating still stand s from the last chapter, alright? thanks to all you reviewers keep it up, thanks, the rest is coming i'm not sure when but it's coming, i assure you, thanks for reviewing anf review.
-ears91