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Chapter twenty seven ~ Disbelief
Ron stood gob smacked in the hall, he couldn't believe it. He collapsed against the wall, gasping for breath. Harry appeared, equally shocked. He took one look at Ron's face, before marching past him and pulling open the heavy court room door. He stomped in angrily, and approached Dumbledore.
"I thought you were gonna protect us! But you can't, you've failed. They've taken Hermione, and you haven't even tried to stop them!" He shouted angrily.
Dumbledore's expressionless face stared up at him. Lucius grinned from his seat. "Deary me, Dumbledore, even your own side are fed up with you."
Harry spun round and glared at the man who had condemned his friend. "What's gonna happen to Hermione?" He demanded.
Lucius grinned, nastily. He got up, and stepped down, level with the angry form of Harry. He put his slender, cold hand on the boy's shoulder. Harry shook it off in disgust.
"The mudblood will get what she deserves." Lucius said so quietly that no one else but Harry heard him.
"And what does that mean?" He demanded. "What does that mean?" He pushed Lucius.
Dumbledore jumped up and grabbed Harry. Harry turned to him with loathing.
"Don't." He warned. "Don't." He slowly led Harry from the gloomy court room.
"The Dementors will be pleased to see her! Please enough to give her a kiss." Lucius said, softly as the door banged shut.
Harry yelled as the door shut. "No! Not Hermione! That's not fair." He tried to struggle from Dumbledore's iron grip. Ron watched, anxiously.
"Nothing is fair Harry, but do not despair we will rescue Hermione."
"When?!" Harry demanded. "When her soul has been taken? When it is too late?"
Harry was spending the night at the Burrow before returning with Ron to Hogwarts the next day.
They sat alone in Ron's quidditch decorated room at the top of the house.
"Ron, we can't just sit here and let the dementors. . ."
"What do you suggest we do, Harry?" Ron shrugged.
Harry jumped up and shook him angrily. "Ron, I don't know what we can do, all I know is that we have to do it! If we don't we'll lose Hermione! And I don't know about you, but I couldn't bare to lose another person in my life, not again!"
Ron was in a daze, he was still staring in disbelief, not quite taking in what had happened. Harry was past the disbelief, the denial, the anger was resting on him. But as that began to subside, fear kicked in. That night, the family sat around the table, in silence. Ginny was sobbing quietly into a soaking hankie, the twins were sober for the first time in their life. Mrs Weasley was staring into the air, unseeing as silent tears fell down her red cheeks.
Ron put his arm around his little sister. "It's alright Gin, Dumbledore'll sort it out, he'll get Hermione back. I'm telling you, she'll walk in through that door any minute now." Ron was somewhat a few stages behind Harry, still in denial.
"Dumbledore?" Harry spat. "Dumbledore is nothing any more, his power has gone, he can't help us! I stopped Voldemort when I was one, a defenceless baby, he can't stop him with a whole army behind him."
"You weren't defenceless." Ginny said, shaking back a sob.
"What?"
"She's right Harry, your mother protected you." Ron said.
Harry shrugged. "So what?"
At that point Lupin and Tonks entered the subdued living room. Tonks ran up to Harry and hugged him. He shook her off. Lupin put his hand on his shoulder. Tonks turned to Ginny, and began to comfort her.
"What's happening?" Harry asked.
Lupin looked gaunt and ill. He had never quite recovered from the attack on Grimmauld Place. Behind them, standing in the door way, stood a sober, serious looking, Snape. Harry looked past Lupin to the figure darkening the already black room.
"Miss Granger." Snape began, but broke off, shocked at the emotion in his normally calm voice.
"What's happened?" Harry repeated.
Delvarney pushed her way into the room, past the firm statue of the potion's teacher. She shook her head, at the sight of the sad faces.
"I'm so sorry!"
Chapter twenty seven ~ Disbelief
Ron stood gob smacked in the hall, he couldn't believe it. He collapsed against the wall, gasping for breath. Harry appeared, equally shocked. He took one look at Ron's face, before marching past him and pulling open the heavy court room door. He stomped in angrily, and approached Dumbledore.
"I thought you were gonna protect us! But you can't, you've failed. They've taken Hermione, and you haven't even tried to stop them!" He shouted angrily.
Dumbledore's expressionless face stared up at him. Lucius grinned from his seat. "Deary me, Dumbledore, even your own side are fed up with you."
Harry spun round and glared at the man who had condemned his friend. "What's gonna happen to Hermione?" He demanded.
Lucius grinned, nastily. He got up, and stepped down, level with the angry form of Harry. He put his slender, cold hand on the boy's shoulder. Harry shook it off in disgust.
"The mudblood will get what she deserves." Lucius said so quietly that no one else but Harry heard him.
"And what does that mean?" He demanded. "What does that mean?" He pushed Lucius.
Dumbledore jumped up and grabbed Harry. Harry turned to him with loathing.
"Don't." He warned. "Don't." He slowly led Harry from the gloomy court room.
"The Dementors will be pleased to see her! Please enough to give her a kiss." Lucius said, softly as the door banged shut.
Harry yelled as the door shut. "No! Not Hermione! That's not fair." He tried to struggle from Dumbledore's iron grip. Ron watched, anxiously.
"Nothing is fair Harry, but do not despair we will rescue Hermione."
"When?!" Harry demanded. "When her soul has been taken? When it is too late?"
Harry was spending the night at the Burrow before returning with Ron to Hogwarts the next day.
They sat alone in Ron's quidditch decorated room at the top of the house.
"Ron, we can't just sit here and let the dementors. . ."
"What do you suggest we do, Harry?" Ron shrugged.
Harry jumped up and shook him angrily. "Ron, I don't know what we can do, all I know is that we have to do it! If we don't we'll lose Hermione! And I don't know about you, but I couldn't bare to lose another person in my life, not again!"
Ron was in a daze, he was still staring in disbelief, not quite taking in what had happened. Harry was past the disbelief, the denial, the anger was resting on him. But as that began to subside, fear kicked in. That night, the family sat around the table, in silence. Ginny was sobbing quietly into a soaking hankie, the twins were sober for the first time in their life. Mrs Weasley was staring into the air, unseeing as silent tears fell down her red cheeks.
Ron put his arm around his little sister. "It's alright Gin, Dumbledore'll sort it out, he'll get Hermione back. I'm telling you, she'll walk in through that door any minute now." Ron was somewhat a few stages behind Harry, still in denial.
"Dumbledore?" Harry spat. "Dumbledore is nothing any more, his power has gone, he can't help us! I stopped Voldemort when I was one, a defenceless baby, he can't stop him with a whole army behind him."
"You weren't defenceless." Ginny said, shaking back a sob.
"What?"
"She's right Harry, your mother protected you." Ron said.
Harry shrugged. "So what?"
At that point Lupin and Tonks entered the subdued living room. Tonks ran up to Harry and hugged him. He shook her off. Lupin put his hand on his shoulder. Tonks turned to Ginny, and began to comfort her.
"What's happening?" Harry asked.
Lupin looked gaunt and ill. He had never quite recovered from the attack on Grimmauld Place. Behind them, standing in the door way, stood a sober, serious looking, Snape. Harry looked past Lupin to the figure darkening the already black room.
"Miss Granger." Snape began, but broke off, shocked at the emotion in his normally calm voice.
"What's happened?" Harry repeated.
Delvarney pushed her way into the room, past the firm statue of the potion's teacher. She shook her head, at the sight of the sad faces.
"I'm so sorry!"