Dean had been awful quiet since she had placed the last word and when
Ron let go of her, Hermione looked over to him. He was sitting in quiet
concentration, not really focusing on anything.
"Dean?" She asked quietly and he quickly looked over. "Why - Why are you being so quiet?" She began.
"Yeah, 'Mione just figured it out Mate!" Ron broke in.
Dean nodded, "It just seems too easy," he began and the other two watched him in confusion. "Didn't you say something about your house, Hermione? That it had a grey fence?"
Hermione opened her mouth but then shut it again, "But that was our old house, what difference does it make?" she asked becoming slightly aggitated.
He looked to Ron and then back to the letters, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair. "I'm not sure, Hermione," he began, "But I'm just not sure how much we can trust this message - "
"We don't have time though, Dean!" Hermione exclaimed, "There's no telling what Voldemort's going to do to Harry, or - or what he's already done!" she felt tears coming to her eyes again and took in a deep breath.
"Don't cry, 'Mione, we all want to find Harry, but - " Ron paused, "But maybe Dean has a point." He said giving her a pleading look.
She stared at him, "Ron! He's there! I know it!" She cried.
"'Mione, please, calm down - " Ron began.
"Calm down? Ron! Harry's going to die if we don't find him soon!" She yelled, her words hanging over them all in an eerie silence.
"Fine," Dean said quietly, drumming his fingertips together. "Alright Hermione, even if Harry is there, aught'nt we to get a few more people to help us?"
"Yeah 'Mione, the three of us couldn't just take Voldemort on," Ron said quickly, understanding where Dean was going.
"But there's not enough time!" She exclaimed standing up, "Can't you two see?"
Ron stood up aswell and caught her eye, "Listen to me, 'Mione." He began but she looked away. "Hermione," he said in warning and she looked back to him with frusterated tears streaming down her face.
"I thought we could take them all on yesterday too, but," he paused and his voice got a bit softer, "'Mione, we just can't. All we've got to do is get back home to Mum, or to the Order."
"There'd be no one to get," she said looking down at her feet. "They're all gone, Ron. It'd take us days to get them rounded up." She said exasperatedly and threw herself back onto the couch, wiping away her tears.
Ron stood there staring blankly infront of him for a few moments, while Dean was watching Hermione in deep thought.
"There's got to be someone - "Ron began but Dean stood up and shook his head.
"Hermione might be right, Mate," he said coming down beside her.
They both looked to him in surprise, "But you just said - " Ron began.
"Ignore what I just said, I don't think Voldemort is going to kill Harry yet." Dean said staring at the floating letters again.
"You don't?" Hermione cried quickly.
He shook his head but bit his lip slightly, "Not - not until we come for him at least."
Hermione looked at him in disbelief and Ron sat on the table in front of them. "What are you getting at, Mate?" He asked narrowing his glance in confusion.
Dean looked to both of them for a moment, "What do you think would satisfy him more? Killing Harry?" he paused briefly, "Or killing Harry and half of the Order at the same time?"
Ron's eyes widened but Hermione shut her eyes. "So - so if we try and save him, he'll - he'll kill Harry?"
"And all of us," Ron said flatly.
There was another silence until Hermione finally spoke again, "So do you think Harry really wrote that?" she asked motioning to the words in the air.
Dean shook his head, "I don't think he did. It might be where he's really holding Harry - "
"Or it might just be a trap," Ron finished.
"So we can either sit here and wait," Dean began and let his words trail on.
"Or go find him," Ron finished.
Hermione watched them both, "We're going alone then?" She asked.
Ron nodded his head before Dean could answer, "Yeah, we are, but I think we should find someone else from the Order first."
Dean nodded aswell, "Like Professor Lupin, or Dumbledore - "
Hermione became frantic again, "But we might not have that must time!" She exclaimed to the two boys who were startled by her outburst.
"There's just no way we can do this alone, 'Mione." Ron began.
"We've done it before Ron! We've always helped Harry fight against Voldemort - "She insisted.
"But Harry's always been there, 'Mione!" Ron countered and her expression fell. "We've got to at least tell someone what's happened," he continued, once again softening his tone, "Or it might cost us all our lives."
She looked to both of them and put her head in her hands. "But what if Dean is wrong? Surely Voldemort won't waste anytime in killing Harry. He's got Death Eaters to kill the Order - he's already killed half of them." She looked up, quickly regretting what she had just said, and tried to regain herself at Ron's suddenly hopeless gaze.
"Oh Ron, I'm sorry, I - I forgot," she fumbled over her words. How could she of said that, reminding him so flat out of Bill's death?
She looked to Dean who had become quiet also, "So are we going to tell Lupin?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, go ahead, Mate," Ron said dully, not looking at either of them.
Hermione bit her lip, "Do you know where he would be?"
Dean shook his head, "Somewhere in London no doubt, do want me to find him?" He asked standing up.
She nodded, "It's safe to apparate there, right?" She asked.
He nodded aswell, "Yeah, that's how we got here." He paused as his gaze flickered to Ron momentarily, "But do you want me to bring him back here? Or just relay what's happened?"
She furrowed her brow, "Just tell him what happened, Dean, we can't have him endangering Harry's life too."
Dean nodded and looked once more over to Ron. "Be back hopefully tonight," he said to them and apparated, leaving a silent Ron and a most distressed Hermione.
"Dean?" She asked quietly and he quickly looked over. "Why - Why are you being so quiet?" She began.
"Yeah, 'Mione just figured it out Mate!" Ron broke in.
Dean nodded, "It just seems too easy," he began and the other two watched him in confusion. "Didn't you say something about your house, Hermione? That it had a grey fence?"
Hermione opened her mouth but then shut it again, "But that was our old house, what difference does it make?" she asked becoming slightly aggitated.
He looked to Ron and then back to the letters, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair. "I'm not sure, Hermione," he began, "But I'm just not sure how much we can trust this message - "
"We don't have time though, Dean!" Hermione exclaimed, "There's no telling what Voldemort's going to do to Harry, or - or what he's already done!" she felt tears coming to her eyes again and took in a deep breath.
"Don't cry, 'Mione, we all want to find Harry, but - " Ron paused, "But maybe Dean has a point." He said giving her a pleading look.
She stared at him, "Ron! He's there! I know it!" She cried.
"'Mione, please, calm down - " Ron began.
"Calm down? Ron! Harry's going to die if we don't find him soon!" She yelled, her words hanging over them all in an eerie silence.
"Fine," Dean said quietly, drumming his fingertips together. "Alright Hermione, even if Harry is there, aught'nt we to get a few more people to help us?"
"Yeah 'Mione, the three of us couldn't just take Voldemort on," Ron said quickly, understanding where Dean was going.
"But there's not enough time!" She exclaimed standing up, "Can't you two see?"
Ron stood up aswell and caught her eye, "Listen to me, 'Mione." He began but she looked away. "Hermione," he said in warning and she looked back to him with frusterated tears streaming down her face.
"I thought we could take them all on yesterday too, but," he paused and his voice got a bit softer, "'Mione, we just can't. All we've got to do is get back home to Mum, or to the Order."
"There'd be no one to get," she said looking down at her feet. "They're all gone, Ron. It'd take us days to get them rounded up." She said exasperatedly and threw herself back onto the couch, wiping away her tears.
Ron stood there staring blankly infront of him for a few moments, while Dean was watching Hermione in deep thought.
"There's got to be someone - "Ron began but Dean stood up and shook his head.
"Hermione might be right, Mate," he said coming down beside her.
They both looked to him in surprise, "But you just said - " Ron began.
"Ignore what I just said, I don't think Voldemort is going to kill Harry yet." Dean said staring at the floating letters again.
"You don't?" Hermione cried quickly.
He shook his head but bit his lip slightly, "Not - not until we come for him at least."
Hermione looked at him in disbelief and Ron sat on the table in front of them. "What are you getting at, Mate?" He asked narrowing his glance in confusion.
Dean looked to both of them for a moment, "What do you think would satisfy him more? Killing Harry?" he paused briefly, "Or killing Harry and half of the Order at the same time?"
Ron's eyes widened but Hermione shut her eyes. "So - so if we try and save him, he'll - he'll kill Harry?"
"And all of us," Ron said flatly.
There was another silence until Hermione finally spoke again, "So do you think Harry really wrote that?" she asked motioning to the words in the air.
Dean shook his head, "I don't think he did. It might be where he's really holding Harry - "
"Or it might just be a trap," Ron finished.
"So we can either sit here and wait," Dean began and let his words trail on.
"Or go find him," Ron finished.
Hermione watched them both, "We're going alone then?" She asked.
Ron nodded his head before Dean could answer, "Yeah, we are, but I think we should find someone else from the Order first."
Dean nodded aswell, "Like Professor Lupin, or Dumbledore - "
Hermione became frantic again, "But we might not have that must time!" She exclaimed to the two boys who were startled by her outburst.
"There's just no way we can do this alone, 'Mione." Ron began.
"We've done it before Ron! We've always helped Harry fight against Voldemort - "She insisted.
"But Harry's always been there, 'Mione!" Ron countered and her expression fell. "We've got to at least tell someone what's happened," he continued, once again softening his tone, "Or it might cost us all our lives."
She looked to both of them and put her head in her hands. "But what if Dean is wrong? Surely Voldemort won't waste anytime in killing Harry. He's got Death Eaters to kill the Order - he's already killed half of them." She looked up, quickly regretting what she had just said, and tried to regain herself at Ron's suddenly hopeless gaze.
"Oh Ron, I'm sorry, I - I forgot," she fumbled over her words. How could she of said that, reminding him so flat out of Bill's death?
She looked to Dean who had become quiet also, "So are we going to tell Lupin?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, go ahead, Mate," Ron said dully, not looking at either of them.
Hermione bit her lip, "Do you know where he would be?"
Dean shook his head, "Somewhere in London no doubt, do want me to find him?" He asked standing up.
She nodded, "It's safe to apparate there, right?" She asked.
He nodded aswell, "Yeah, that's how we got here." He paused as his gaze flickered to Ron momentarily, "But do you want me to bring him back here? Or just relay what's happened?"
She furrowed her brow, "Just tell him what happened, Dean, we can't have him endangering Harry's life too."
Dean nodded and looked once more over to Ron. "Be back hopefully tonight," he said to them and apparated, leaving a silent Ron and a most distressed Hermione.