Ron and Dean stood up as Hermione tucked the parchment into her pocket and
erased the letters. "We can't have anyone else finding this," she
explained. Ron held out a hand and he helped her up.
She saw him flinch and looked down to his arm and once again noticed the gashing wound.
"Oh, we'll have to get your arm fixed too, Ron!" She cried and looked to Dean. "Where's this place?"
Dean nodded towards the town, "It's over there, kind of small, it had running water and such, but I'm not sure what's left of it, just follow me." He said and once again started off.
She nodded and laid a hand on Ron's shoulder trying to comfort them as they made their way back into the city. Hermione looked around her as they walked, it was worse in the city. The bodies were laying everywhere, blood pouring into the drains, and the foul smell of burning flesh made her choke.
The sight seemed to have the same affect on Dean, but Ron's face was set hard as stone as he looked around him, flinching ever so slightly when he moved his arm.
Hermione watched him in pity, he was probally blaming himself for Harry's dissapearance. She hoped they could figure out his message soon.
Dean turned right and as they walked, the number of bodies grew fewer, and the air cleaner. The houses weren't burning on this part of town and most were still intact. He breathed a sigh of relief as they came upon the house.
"Here it is," he said behind him and quickly trudged up the stairs, quickly followed by Hermione and then Ron.
They found the rooms untouched and Hermione turned quickly to Dean, "I'm not sure if I know any healing spells that don't require any ingridents, was this a muggle house?"
He nodded, "I think so," At that she instructed Ron to sit on the couch as she rushed up the stairs in search of a bathroom. Thankfully, there was one right across the hall and in it she found all the first aid supplies she would hopefully need.
She quickly came back down the stairs and sat beside Ron. "Here, Dean," she said and dug the parchment out of her pocket, "See if you can make anymore sense of this." She instructed and handed it to him.
"Now Ron," she said turning to him, "Your arm looks pretty bad, so I have to clean it, it might sting though." She said and took some disinfectant out. He nodded and watched as she pulled his sleeve up, at which he flinched, and dabbed some of the liquid on his wound.
"Ah!" he said, letting a cry of surprise escape his lips. Hermione looked to him and only shrugged and he turned to Dean.
"Put those letters up, mate, maybe we can make more sense of it then." He told him.
Dean nodded and retrieved his wand, mumbled a spell and the letters were soon hovering in the living room.
"We've already got Harry," Dean began and Ron nodded, flinching again even though Hermione was trying her best not to hurt him anymore.
"So we take those letters out," he continued and moved the five letters out of the bunch and set them to the side. Harry's name hung a bit eeriely in mid air and Ron looked back down to Hermione.
She smoothly wrapped Ron's arm in cloth and stood up. "That should be alright until we can get someone else to fix it," She said and sat back down beside him.
Dean was still staring at the letters and Hermione pulled out her own wand, "Look, take all the letters that are capitalize," she began and moved the 'C, G, and F,' and made three colums.
"So that leaves. yrree eea tnn c," Ron said furrowing his brow. "What about 'Green'?" He asked and the appropriate letters moved into the colum where the 'G' sat.
Hermione bit her lip, "Alright, but what else?"
"Um, free?" Dean suggested and the letters moved to the 'F' colum.
"But now all we have left is 'Y-a-t-n-c-C,' that doesn't spell anything." Hermione said sighing.
"Alright," Ron said and the letters moved back into place. "Let's start with the 'C' word first."
There was silence for a moment, "Carry?" Dean said finally.
Hermione studied it for a moment, "And the 'F' letter could be," she paused, "Wait, no," she said ruefully and the letters once again went back into place.
"What about 'Great'?" Ron said and the letters moved around.
There was another period of silence, "And, and C.." Dean began but rubbed his eyes. "Agh, no."
Once again the letters went back into place.
"Maybe," Hermione piped up after a few minutes of concetration, "We should try to figure out what the thing is describing. Like a spell - "
"Or a city," Dean said breaking her off.
She nodded and turned to Ron who was staring fixedly at the letters, "It's not a spell," he said flatly, "I've tried just about every one I can think of. Plus why would he give us a spell? It's got to be the city where he's at or something."
"Good idea though, Hermione," Dean said quickly, noticing her falling gaze.
She nodded and they sat once more in silence; though the day's battle had taken it's toll on the three, and Hermione watched as Dean slowly slipped off to sleep. She felt sleep creeping over her body, and watched Ron's eyes droop aswell. But his eyes never left the now-glowing letters it seemed.
Hermione tried to watch the letters, tried to find some other pattern. But the slow drifting of Harry's name in the golden letters lurred her to sleep.
She awoke the next morning to Ron's excited yelp of success. "Look, Grey Fence!" He exclaimed to Dean who had apparently already awaken. The two words were hovering in their appropriate colums and Dean's gaze narrowed.
"We've got it Ron, I think we've got it." He began and his voice trailed off.
"The last word has got to be the street, or city, or something." Ron said, his voice growing steadily stronger now that they were nearing even greater success.
Hermione sat up off Ron and looked to them both, "It's got to start with a C," she sat sufficently startling Dean and Ron who had been concentrating.
Ron quickly nodded, "And it's got to be a Ca or Ce," he continued.
Hermione stared at it for a split second, "Ca- Canter!" She cried, "It's right outside London!"
The three watched as all four words spelled out, "Canter Grey Fence Harry,"
"Yes! It all fits!" Ron exclaimed, "Hermione, you're amazing! It would of taken me years to see that!" Ron said turning to her and grasping her in a tight hug.
She felt warm tears coming to her eyes, it had been only a day and they were already going to find their friend.
She saw him flinch and looked down to his arm and once again noticed the gashing wound.
"Oh, we'll have to get your arm fixed too, Ron!" She cried and looked to Dean. "Where's this place?"
Dean nodded towards the town, "It's over there, kind of small, it had running water and such, but I'm not sure what's left of it, just follow me." He said and once again started off.
She nodded and laid a hand on Ron's shoulder trying to comfort them as they made their way back into the city. Hermione looked around her as they walked, it was worse in the city. The bodies were laying everywhere, blood pouring into the drains, and the foul smell of burning flesh made her choke.
The sight seemed to have the same affect on Dean, but Ron's face was set hard as stone as he looked around him, flinching ever so slightly when he moved his arm.
Hermione watched him in pity, he was probally blaming himself for Harry's dissapearance. She hoped they could figure out his message soon.
Dean turned right and as they walked, the number of bodies grew fewer, and the air cleaner. The houses weren't burning on this part of town and most were still intact. He breathed a sigh of relief as they came upon the house.
"Here it is," he said behind him and quickly trudged up the stairs, quickly followed by Hermione and then Ron.
They found the rooms untouched and Hermione turned quickly to Dean, "I'm not sure if I know any healing spells that don't require any ingridents, was this a muggle house?"
He nodded, "I think so," At that she instructed Ron to sit on the couch as she rushed up the stairs in search of a bathroom. Thankfully, there was one right across the hall and in it she found all the first aid supplies she would hopefully need.
She quickly came back down the stairs and sat beside Ron. "Here, Dean," she said and dug the parchment out of her pocket, "See if you can make anymore sense of this." She instructed and handed it to him.
"Now Ron," she said turning to him, "Your arm looks pretty bad, so I have to clean it, it might sting though." She said and took some disinfectant out. He nodded and watched as she pulled his sleeve up, at which he flinched, and dabbed some of the liquid on his wound.
"Ah!" he said, letting a cry of surprise escape his lips. Hermione looked to him and only shrugged and he turned to Dean.
"Put those letters up, mate, maybe we can make more sense of it then." He told him.
Dean nodded and retrieved his wand, mumbled a spell and the letters were soon hovering in the living room.
"We've already got Harry," Dean began and Ron nodded, flinching again even though Hermione was trying her best not to hurt him anymore.
"So we take those letters out," he continued and moved the five letters out of the bunch and set them to the side. Harry's name hung a bit eeriely in mid air and Ron looked back down to Hermione.
She smoothly wrapped Ron's arm in cloth and stood up. "That should be alright until we can get someone else to fix it," She said and sat back down beside him.
Dean was still staring at the letters and Hermione pulled out her own wand, "Look, take all the letters that are capitalize," she began and moved the 'C, G, and F,' and made three colums.
"So that leaves. yrree eea tnn c," Ron said furrowing his brow. "What about 'Green'?" He asked and the appropriate letters moved into the colum where the 'G' sat.
Hermione bit her lip, "Alright, but what else?"
"Um, free?" Dean suggested and the letters moved to the 'F' colum.
"But now all we have left is 'Y-a-t-n-c-C,' that doesn't spell anything." Hermione said sighing.
"Alright," Ron said and the letters moved back into place. "Let's start with the 'C' word first."
There was silence for a moment, "Carry?" Dean said finally.
Hermione studied it for a moment, "And the 'F' letter could be," she paused, "Wait, no," she said ruefully and the letters once again went back into place.
"What about 'Great'?" Ron said and the letters moved around.
There was another period of silence, "And, and C.." Dean began but rubbed his eyes. "Agh, no."
Once again the letters went back into place.
"Maybe," Hermione piped up after a few minutes of concetration, "We should try to figure out what the thing is describing. Like a spell - "
"Or a city," Dean said breaking her off.
She nodded and turned to Ron who was staring fixedly at the letters, "It's not a spell," he said flatly, "I've tried just about every one I can think of. Plus why would he give us a spell? It's got to be the city where he's at or something."
"Good idea though, Hermione," Dean said quickly, noticing her falling gaze.
She nodded and they sat once more in silence; though the day's battle had taken it's toll on the three, and Hermione watched as Dean slowly slipped off to sleep. She felt sleep creeping over her body, and watched Ron's eyes droop aswell. But his eyes never left the now-glowing letters it seemed.
Hermione tried to watch the letters, tried to find some other pattern. But the slow drifting of Harry's name in the golden letters lurred her to sleep.
She awoke the next morning to Ron's excited yelp of success. "Look, Grey Fence!" He exclaimed to Dean who had apparently already awaken. The two words were hovering in their appropriate colums and Dean's gaze narrowed.
"We've got it Ron, I think we've got it." He began and his voice trailed off.
"The last word has got to be the street, or city, or something." Ron said, his voice growing steadily stronger now that they were nearing even greater success.
Hermione sat up off Ron and looked to them both, "It's got to start with a C," she sat sufficently startling Dean and Ron who had been concentrating.
Ron quickly nodded, "And it's got to be a Ca or Ce," he continued.
Hermione stared at it for a split second, "Ca- Canter!" She cried, "It's right outside London!"
The three watched as all four words spelled out, "Canter Grey Fence Harry,"
"Yes! It all fits!" Ron exclaimed, "Hermione, you're amazing! It would of taken me years to see that!" Ron said turning to her and grasping her in a tight hug.
She felt warm tears coming to her eyes, it had been only a day and they were already going to find their friend.