A/N- Yah these are back to back, I've written up to Chapter 9 so I'm
pumping them out! Woohoo!!
Chapter 7
New Breakthroughs
*
Ron Weasley was beat.
It was the first day back from Christmas Holidays at work, and he already had a pile of work to grade. He begrudgingly pulled a stack of fifth year classwork from under his desk and gave a quick glance at the clock. Five o'clock. It would be ages before he got home to Hermione and Hannah.
Ron rubbed his temples, and stared at the framed picture of his family before him. It had been taken just last summer, and the still Muggle photography still puzzled him. Hermione had insisted that she wanted to get this picture done the Muggle way so she could send it to her relatives.
Ron picked the picture up. He was standing in the back, next to Nick. His hand was on Hermione's shoulder, and Nick's rested on Alyson's and Claire's both who sat in front of him. In front of the girls was a Hannah, who was clutching the family puppy, Kendall that Claire and Alyson had begged for when they were five years old.
Ron looked at Alyson, her dark brown hair resting on her shoulders, her bright green eyes laughing. He was worried about her. Ever since Halloween the laugh from her eyes had disappeared, she walked as if she was carrying a great burden. Her break at Christmas had only deepened Hermione and his concern, and nobody seemed to know a reason why she was acting this way.
He was drawn out of his thoughts by the flames in his fireplace flickering blue, announcing a caller. He off the fireplace grate, and Jacob Partridge, the Head Auror of Britain's worn face stared back at him.
"Hey Jake," Ron slid to the floor, so he could see eye to eye with his old friend. "What's up mate?"
"Hey Ron." The Aurors face had an unreadable expression. "Do you think you could help us out this weekend? One of our field workers had discovered an old house filled with dark magic materials. We think it might've belonged to some Death Eaters way back when."
Ron rubbed his eyes. "I don't know, Jake. I just got back to school. Is it any immediate threat?"
"Ron," Jacob looked urgent. "This is the absolute latest we can investigate. I think you as well as anyone know we have lots of unanswered questions about the Second War. This house may hold some answers. We're gathering our best to check this place out, Ron. Your help would be valuable."
Ron didn't need to think about it anymore. "I'll be there."
"All right. I expect to see you at seven sharp Saturday morning. Headquarters. I must go. See you then, Ron."
"See you then." Ron put the grate back on his fireplace.
*
"I know."
Chris' eyes looked excited, his cheeks were a rosy red.
"I know, Aly, I know."
Alyson stared at her brother. "What are you talking about Chris? You know what?"
"How our parents lost their memories."
Chapter 7
New Breakthroughs
*
Ron Weasley was beat.
It was the first day back from Christmas Holidays at work, and he already had a pile of work to grade. He begrudgingly pulled a stack of fifth year classwork from under his desk and gave a quick glance at the clock. Five o'clock. It would be ages before he got home to Hermione and Hannah.
Ron rubbed his temples, and stared at the framed picture of his family before him. It had been taken just last summer, and the still Muggle photography still puzzled him. Hermione had insisted that she wanted to get this picture done the Muggle way so she could send it to her relatives.
Ron picked the picture up. He was standing in the back, next to Nick. His hand was on Hermione's shoulder, and Nick's rested on Alyson's and Claire's both who sat in front of him. In front of the girls was a Hannah, who was clutching the family puppy, Kendall that Claire and Alyson had begged for when they were five years old.
Ron looked at Alyson, her dark brown hair resting on her shoulders, her bright green eyes laughing. He was worried about her. Ever since Halloween the laugh from her eyes had disappeared, she walked as if she was carrying a great burden. Her break at Christmas had only deepened Hermione and his concern, and nobody seemed to know a reason why she was acting this way.
He was drawn out of his thoughts by the flames in his fireplace flickering blue, announcing a caller. He off the fireplace grate, and Jacob Partridge, the Head Auror of Britain's worn face stared back at him.
"Hey Jake," Ron slid to the floor, so he could see eye to eye with his old friend. "What's up mate?"
"Hey Ron." The Aurors face had an unreadable expression. "Do you think you could help us out this weekend? One of our field workers had discovered an old house filled with dark magic materials. We think it might've belonged to some Death Eaters way back when."
Ron rubbed his eyes. "I don't know, Jake. I just got back to school. Is it any immediate threat?"
"Ron," Jacob looked urgent. "This is the absolute latest we can investigate. I think you as well as anyone know we have lots of unanswered questions about the Second War. This house may hold some answers. We're gathering our best to check this place out, Ron. Your help would be valuable."
Ron didn't need to think about it anymore. "I'll be there."
"All right. I expect to see you at seven sharp Saturday morning. Headquarters. I must go. See you then, Ron."
"See you then." Ron put the grate back on his fireplace.
*
"I know."
Chris' eyes looked excited, his cheeks were a rosy red.
"I know, Aly, I know."
Alyson stared at her brother. "What are you talking about Chris? You know what?"
"How our parents lost their memories."