Chapter 3
"What do you mean she's not here ?" Ron asked but he could already have told Hermione wasn't present. With the café in her bosses care the place had gone to ruins. No food was on sale. The cue was so long it went out the door and rubbish, plates and cups littered the breakfast bar and table.
"Hang on a minute," Hermione's boss, Ron was sure his name was Adam, said, "Are you Harry ?" Ron was so stuck back that he had to pause and think about it before shaking his head. "Ron ?" The man pressed on.
"Yes, I'm Ron." The red head said, as a customer barged past him.
"Hermione left a note for you," He said giving the next customer the wrong drink before ducking behind the bar and coming up with a white sheet of paper, "She said if either you, Harry or Ginny came by I should give it to you." Ron nodded and took the note from the man. Suddenly he yelled making Ron jump out of his skin. "NO ! NO!" The man moaned as a man in the corner using a machine Ron had never seen before got loads of money. "I've been waiting for that machine to pay up all week !" Ron nodded confused but wanting to leave. The moment he reached the door and the cool breezy London air hit his face he pulled the paper back out his pocket and scanned it quickly.
Dear Ron, Harry, Ginny
I am fine. I'll see you guys in about a week. Don't worry about me.
Bye, Hermione
Ron held the note to his chest as if it was his long lost brother. Hermione was talking to him. He smiled as he headed back to the apartment. But where was she ?"
~*~*~*~*~
Arthur stared at Jerald, he stared back. The silence that filled the room was awkward. Jerald felt he didn't know Arthur enough to talk freely to him and Arthur was wondering if Jerald had a job and would look after Ginny.
"So, Jerald," Mr Weasly began, Jerald looked suddenly alert, "What do you do for a living ?" Finally the talking would begin. Jerald would get to know Mr Weasly and soon they would be inviting each other round for Sunday lunch. He started to speak but Ginny walked in, Arthur stood, so Jerald copied.
"I've packed everything into boxes," She informed him, "Then me and mum are gonna apperate them back and forth while you put the stuff somewhere suitable, okay ?" Jerald nodded and again Arthur spoke,
"Anything I can do to help ?" HE asked. Jerald knew he had to form a bond with the man. Now was the time.
"You can help me Mr Weasly." Jerald said rather to quickly, Ginny smiled and Arthur seemed pleased to be involved. Ginny hugged her farther and kissed Jerald on the cheek before apperating back upstairs. "Floo powder ?" Jerald asked as Mr Weasly escorted him to the fire place.
"See you there, mate."
~*~*~*~
Harry stared at them and they seemed to stare back. Like parts of his past that could never be forgotten, gone in a single movement. It had helped him a lot in his time and now it was just three little pieces of wood. Worthless, pointless.
"Hermione wasn't there," Ron said placing his scarf and hat on the hat rack. Crookshanks jumped up and sat on Harry's lap, he stroked it not taking his eyes off the wand. Ron joined him on the sofa putting his feet up on the coffee table.
"This broken wand once defeated the dark lord," Harry muttered and Ron gave him a look that no one could describe, a look that said 'get over it'. Blood was still visible in Harry's hair, but the cuts had stopped bleeding and the hand marks had faded.
"You need a bath mate," Ron informed his friend as he picked up the TV remote. Harry nodded glumly as he picked up the remains of his wand and walked to the kitchen. Ron heard the sound of wood hitting metal as the pieces of the magical instrument hit the bottom of the bin.
"Good for you," Ron said over his shoulder, "Now take a bath."
"What do you mean she's not here ?" Ron asked but he could already have told Hermione wasn't present. With the café in her bosses care the place had gone to ruins. No food was on sale. The cue was so long it went out the door and rubbish, plates and cups littered the breakfast bar and table.
"Hang on a minute," Hermione's boss, Ron was sure his name was Adam, said, "Are you Harry ?" Ron was so stuck back that he had to pause and think about it before shaking his head. "Ron ?" The man pressed on.
"Yes, I'm Ron." The red head said, as a customer barged past him.
"Hermione left a note for you," He said giving the next customer the wrong drink before ducking behind the bar and coming up with a white sheet of paper, "She said if either you, Harry or Ginny came by I should give it to you." Ron nodded and took the note from the man. Suddenly he yelled making Ron jump out of his skin. "NO ! NO!" The man moaned as a man in the corner using a machine Ron had never seen before got loads of money. "I've been waiting for that machine to pay up all week !" Ron nodded confused but wanting to leave. The moment he reached the door and the cool breezy London air hit his face he pulled the paper back out his pocket and scanned it quickly.
Dear Ron, Harry, Ginny
I am fine. I'll see you guys in about a week. Don't worry about me.
Bye, Hermione
Ron held the note to his chest as if it was his long lost brother. Hermione was talking to him. He smiled as he headed back to the apartment. But where was she ?"
~*~*~*~*~
Arthur stared at Jerald, he stared back. The silence that filled the room was awkward. Jerald felt he didn't know Arthur enough to talk freely to him and Arthur was wondering if Jerald had a job and would look after Ginny.
"So, Jerald," Mr Weasly began, Jerald looked suddenly alert, "What do you do for a living ?" Finally the talking would begin. Jerald would get to know Mr Weasly and soon they would be inviting each other round for Sunday lunch. He started to speak but Ginny walked in, Arthur stood, so Jerald copied.
"I've packed everything into boxes," She informed him, "Then me and mum are gonna apperate them back and forth while you put the stuff somewhere suitable, okay ?" Jerald nodded and again Arthur spoke,
"Anything I can do to help ?" HE asked. Jerald knew he had to form a bond with the man. Now was the time.
"You can help me Mr Weasly." Jerald said rather to quickly, Ginny smiled and Arthur seemed pleased to be involved. Ginny hugged her farther and kissed Jerald on the cheek before apperating back upstairs. "Floo powder ?" Jerald asked as Mr Weasly escorted him to the fire place.
"See you there, mate."
~*~*~*~
Harry stared at them and they seemed to stare back. Like parts of his past that could never be forgotten, gone in a single movement. It had helped him a lot in his time and now it was just three little pieces of wood. Worthless, pointless.
"Hermione wasn't there," Ron said placing his scarf and hat on the hat rack. Crookshanks jumped up and sat on Harry's lap, he stroked it not taking his eyes off the wand. Ron joined him on the sofa putting his feet up on the coffee table.
"This broken wand once defeated the dark lord," Harry muttered and Ron gave him a look that no one could describe, a look that said 'get over it'. Blood was still visible in Harry's hair, but the cuts had stopped bleeding and the hand marks had faded.
"You need a bath mate," Ron informed his friend as he picked up the TV remote. Harry nodded glumly as he picked up the remains of his wand and walked to the kitchen. Ron heard the sound of wood hitting metal as the pieces of the magical instrument hit the bottom of the bin.
"Good for you," Ron said over his shoulder, "Now take a bath."