Chapter three- Missing
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
"Ooooh" Harry moaned. He had fallen off his broom after a bludger hit him since he got distracted. He had a weird feeling in his stomach (not to mention the star shaped necklace Dumbledore gave him the day he came to Hogwarts was lighting up) told him something was wrong.
Terribly wrong. Ron hadn't shown up for practice and Harry was getting worried. The rest of practice didn't go too well. Katie Bell, Their new Quidditch Captain, was working them harder than ever.
Harry hated to say this, but he felt a little glad when Quidditch practice was over, because Katie was without a doubt, worse than Wood. It took Harry longer than usual just to catch the snitch ever since the distraction. When Quidditch practice was finally over, all Harry cared about was making sure Ron and Hermione were alright.
Especially Hermione.
Ever since the kiss on the platform, he looked at Hermione differently. He would always catch himself day dreaming about her, and the way her soft lips felt on his cheek, and the sweet smell of her hair. All this Harry thought about on his way to Gryffindor Tower.
The closer he got, the more his heart beat. He couldn't wait to see Hermione's beautiful face. He couldn't wait to hear her comforting words after a long Quidditch practice. Once again, he caught himself thinking about her and realized, "I am madly in love with Hermione." With that admission, he decided to tell her how he feels about her.
"But what if she doesn't feel the same about me?" He thought aloud. "No, I won't tell her. Wait yes I will. No questions asked!" He made himself say. He nodded his head to signify that was settled. He blurted out the password and collapsed on the nearest couch in the common room to rest his eyes.
After a few minutes, he opened them and observed his surroundings. No Hermione, or Ron. Harry was disappointed. 'Where could they be at this hour? Lessons are already over and they're usually waiting to ask me how practice went.' Harry thought, puzzled.
He looked around the room more carefully and noticed a big dent in the wall behind him. He peered around for more clues as to what could have made the dent. On the table he found a piece of parchment by Hermione's open books. No wait, it was a letter, to him.
He picked it up and it seemed the ink was fresh because some got on his thumb. 'Wait a minute. This isn't ink it's BLOOD!' Harry started to panic as he read the letter:
Dear Harry Potter,
Come get your friends or
you may never see them again.
Harry's face flushed with anger and furry. At that moment, Harry didn't care about anything else except to get back his best friend Ron, and his beloved Hermione. He stomped up to the boy's dormitories fuming mad looking for his invisibility cloak. But it wasn't there!
This is going to make everything much harder. 'How am I going to get out without anyone seeing me?' He decided to sneak out later that night and use the Marauder's Map to stay away from Filch but more importantly Snape. He would probably be waiting for him to get in trouble.
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Later that night around 12 A.M., Harry snuck out with the map and he really had no idea where he was going. "Lumos." He whispered so he could see around the dark castle.
He shown the light on the ground and saw a trail of blood. "What" He said.
He put the light out and he couldn't see it anymore. Not because there was no light, but because it wasn't there. The person that kidnapped them must of done some sort of spell to make it invisible to the naked eye. Only by the light of a wand could the blood be seen.
Harry figured this out and followed the trail out of the castle. He realized the trail lead into the Forbidden Forest. "Here it goes." He said with a sigh. As he walked through the forest, the way he was going seemed oddly familiar.
It also seemed the farther he went, the less he could see the blood. On the good side that meant his friend (which ever one it was) stopped bleeding a little. On the bad side he might not be able to find where they went.
The blood was about faded away when he figured out what seemed so familiar: there lying in front of him, was a giant, dead spider.
A/N: Thanks to my brother for typing this. (Who is 16 by the way) my brother told me to type that.