Chapter 5- The Sequel To The Necklace

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A/N- My friend is typing this for me because she can. And to think that all that time I was spelling "Hermione" "Hermione". WHY DIDN'T U TELL ME????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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"Who will tell them Albus?" Professor McGonagall questioned. Harry woke up but didn't open his eyes. He tried but didn't want to move. He still had a headache from his scar hurting so badly. He shut his eyes tightly and bit his lip.

"I will, Minerva. As Harry is awake right now," Dumbledore said matter-of-factly.

Harry made himself open his eyes but showed no sign of pain. Dumbledore strode over to Harry's bedside and sat down. There were many questions Harry wanted to ask but the first one that came to mind was, "How are Hermione and Ron?" Dumbledore didn't answer this but said instead said, "Ron was truly a great friend and those are hard to come by these days."

Harry was confused at Dumbledore's choice of words to the question he had asked. Harry could remember everything until he saw Ron and Hermione emerge from the shadows. Harry was puzzled so he asked another question. "What happened to Voldemort and Flint?"

"Right when we got there, Voldemort disapparated and Flint came crying to us. So he was taken care of,"

"What do you mean, 'taken care of'?" Harry asked

"The dementors in Azkaban were getting lonely," Dumbledore answered.

"Oh," Harry said. "One more question."

"Yes?" Dumbledore said and smiled.

"How did you know where we were?"

"Ahh. Harry, did you ever wonder why I gave you that necklace?"

"Umm… no. Why?"

"When you were a baby, your mother gave it to me and told me to give it to you on your first day at Hogwarts. So I did," Dumbledore said.

"Uh huh," Harry said, wanting to know more.

"Well, the whole reason was because of what it does. Did that necklace light up at all today?"

"Yes."

"It lit up because your friends were in trouble. But there's another part to it. See this ring?" Dumbledore held up his right hand, and on his ring finger, there was kind of like a tye-dye mood ring. "Whenever you're in trouble, my ring starts to glow. Then I know to go to my office and look at my map that shows me where you are. That necklace is like a tracking device in case anything ever happened to you."

Harry wasn't sure what to think. He was glad Dumbledore came to rescue him, but he didn't want him to check up on him like a little kid. Dumbledore seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "Don't worry. I never use it unless my ring is glowing for a long time."

"Oh," Harry sighed, relieved. Now that he felt a little better, he looked left to right and, on his right, lay Hermione in a bed beside him. When he saw she was still asleep, he turned to face Dumbledore and asked what was wrong.

"She was hit on the back of the head and was bleeding for a long time. Actually, she will be getting a transfusion any minute now." Just as he said that, Madam Pomfrey walked in, asked Dumbledore to leave and closed the curtain between Harry and Hermione.

After about an hour and a half, Harry was told the transfusion was done but Hermione wasn't to be disturbed until she awoke herself. The curtain was drawn back and Harry saw Hermione's beautiful face. But she must have been dreaming because her face was contorted with pain and she was moaning.

Harry frowned and a tear came to his eye. He hated seeing her like that. He looked around and no one else was in the room so he got up, leaned over Hermione and softly kissed her on the forehead. Her face slowly went back to normal and she slept peacefully. Harry stayed at her side in a chair holding her hand protectively as they slept.