Chapter 3
Everyone returned to their seats around a large table in the center of the room. Harry sat between Hermione and Tonks, whose bubblegum pink hair was now shoulder length and had dark purple streaks. "Now then, as we were discussing before Harry arrived; we know that Lucius Malfoy escaped prison four nights ago, and is dying to get back to He Who Must Not Be Named, but how? And where could he be now? I mean there aren't that many places he could be hiding, without someone knowing!" Spoke a voice from the corner of the room, near Mr. and Mrs. Weasly.
Harry turned to the corner and saw someone he hadn't even notices upon his entry to the room. In the corner, burned and scarred, with several chunks of body missing from different visible parts of his upper torso was Charlie Weasly. Harry almost wouldn't have recognized him, except for his red hair, or what was left of it. "What the hell happened to Charlie?" Harry whispered to Tonks. "Oh, he was there when a band of Voldemort's supporters raided Azkaban and freed the prisoners." Replied Tonks, "Including Lucius Malfoy" "What we need is a plan to get Voldemort to come out in the open, so we can find him. Suggestions Anyon." Dumbledore was interrupted by a cough so loud that everyone jumped, and looked at Mrs. Weasly. "Er.. Yes Molly? What is it?" Mrs. Weasly looked apprehensive, but regained her courage and said; "It's just, do the children need to hear this? Honestly you can talk to Harry about his dreams any other time, if anything ever happened to one of them, and they were forced to give information, then." "Yes, I understand, they need not know anymore of this conversation." Decided Dumbledore. "Harry. Hermione. Could you please leave us? Hermione will show you around Harry. I will be out in about half an hour to talk to you. I believe you will need to get back to Lavender Lane before dawn, am I right?" "Yes sir." They replied and quietly exited the room.
Harry followed Hermione down the stairs and into the kitchen without a word. Hermione was one of those people whom you could just enjoy a moment of silence with. "So, how's your summer been so far? I mean we go back to Hogwart in only two weeks. I can't wait to get back to a sense of familiarity, after all that I've been through." Hermione offered as the start of an obviously wanted conversation. "What exactly has been going on with you Hermione, Dumbledore hasn't told me anything, and Ron won't write to me about you either, your kind of a secret subject or something." Harry asked. "Well. As you do know, cause I asked Dumbledore to tell you, my house was attacked by Voldemort himself, pretty early in the summer. But that's not all, he killed my parents Harry." She was getting close to crying and Harry felt ashamed for forgetting about her house and not asking about her family. "Only, they weren't my really parents. Dumbledore told me after I asked him why I was attacked, only right after you. I am really Voldemort's daughter!" Hermione broke down after saying this, and Harry drew away from her in shock, but he wasn't upset. "I hope we can still be friends, cause Harry I hate him even more now. He killed the only parents I've ever known, or had. The Grangers, and yours."
Everyone returned to their seats around a large table in the center of the room. Harry sat between Hermione and Tonks, whose bubblegum pink hair was now shoulder length and had dark purple streaks. "Now then, as we were discussing before Harry arrived; we know that Lucius Malfoy escaped prison four nights ago, and is dying to get back to He Who Must Not Be Named, but how? And where could he be now? I mean there aren't that many places he could be hiding, without someone knowing!" Spoke a voice from the corner of the room, near Mr. and Mrs. Weasly.
Harry turned to the corner and saw someone he hadn't even notices upon his entry to the room. In the corner, burned and scarred, with several chunks of body missing from different visible parts of his upper torso was Charlie Weasly. Harry almost wouldn't have recognized him, except for his red hair, or what was left of it. "What the hell happened to Charlie?" Harry whispered to Tonks. "Oh, he was there when a band of Voldemort's supporters raided Azkaban and freed the prisoners." Replied Tonks, "Including Lucius Malfoy" "What we need is a plan to get Voldemort to come out in the open, so we can find him. Suggestions Anyon." Dumbledore was interrupted by a cough so loud that everyone jumped, and looked at Mrs. Weasly. "Er.. Yes Molly? What is it?" Mrs. Weasly looked apprehensive, but regained her courage and said; "It's just, do the children need to hear this? Honestly you can talk to Harry about his dreams any other time, if anything ever happened to one of them, and they were forced to give information, then." "Yes, I understand, they need not know anymore of this conversation." Decided Dumbledore. "Harry. Hermione. Could you please leave us? Hermione will show you around Harry. I will be out in about half an hour to talk to you. I believe you will need to get back to Lavender Lane before dawn, am I right?" "Yes sir." They replied and quietly exited the room.
Harry followed Hermione down the stairs and into the kitchen without a word. Hermione was one of those people whom you could just enjoy a moment of silence with. "So, how's your summer been so far? I mean we go back to Hogwart in only two weeks. I can't wait to get back to a sense of familiarity, after all that I've been through." Hermione offered as the start of an obviously wanted conversation. "What exactly has been going on with you Hermione, Dumbledore hasn't told me anything, and Ron won't write to me about you either, your kind of a secret subject or something." Harry asked. "Well. As you do know, cause I asked Dumbledore to tell you, my house was attacked by Voldemort himself, pretty early in the summer. But that's not all, he killed my parents Harry." She was getting close to crying and Harry felt ashamed for forgetting about her house and not asking about her family. "Only, they weren't my really parents. Dumbledore told me after I asked him why I was attacked, only right after you. I am really Voldemort's daughter!" Hermione broke down after saying this, and Harry drew away from her in shock, but he wasn't upset. "I hope we can still be friends, cause Harry I hate him even more now. He killed the only parents I've ever known, or had. The Grangers, and yours."