It was time to leave, and everyone was lining up in front of the fireplace
in Flourish and Blotts. Mrs. Weasley was counting everyone, and found out
that Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were gone. "Harry, dear, do you know where
they might be?" She asked. "Nope, sorry. But I'll go look for them," He
answered.
He looked all over the place, and he finally found Draco in the back of Ollivander's wand shop. He was in a corner, crying. "Where are they!? Harry, where are they!? I swear, I have nothing to do with this!? Help!"
"Draco, just calm down, help is on the way, MJ Wilson," Harry said. "Take a deep breath, and start all over."
"Hermione, Ron, Ginny, they're gone!" Draco cried. "They're not who you think they are anymore! Ministry of Magic! Department of Mysteries! Locked door! Protect the Order! The Dark Lord." And then he fainted. "Draco, Draco, what do you mean!? Is Voldemort going to attack the Order!? And how did you find out about it!? Oh, gosh, Mr. Ollivander!"
"Yes, Mr. P-," He stopped short. "What is Mr. Malfoy doing here? I'll call for help, you can go on."
Harry walked back to the bookstore lost in thought. What did he mean? What was in the locked door? What happened to Hermione, Ron, and Ginny? How could they be different? What was wrong? And on the line for the fireplace, he was thinking how to get into the locked door. And while he was swirling through the emerald green flames, he was thinking what he would find in there. And as he walked up the stairs to his bedroom, he thought about if they would be there. He collapsed on his bed and fell into a deep sleep. He only woke up when Ron Apparated into the room, with the worst haircut ever.
"Ron, how did you Apparate? Where are the others? Where did you go? What's with the haircut?" Harry asked eagerly. Ron just replied to all this with a "Huh?".
He looked all over the place, and he finally found Draco in the back of Ollivander's wand shop. He was in a corner, crying. "Where are they!? Harry, where are they!? I swear, I have nothing to do with this!? Help!"
"Draco, just calm down, help is on the way, MJ Wilson," Harry said. "Take a deep breath, and start all over."
"Hermione, Ron, Ginny, they're gone!" Draco cried. "They're not who you think they are anymore! Ministry of Magic! Department of Mysteries! Locked door! Protect the Order! The Dark Lord." And then he fainted. "Draco, Draco, what do you mean!? Is Voldemort going to attack the Order!? And how did you find out about it!? Oh, gosh, Mr. Ollivander!"
"Yes, Mr. P-," He stopped short. "What is Mr. Malfoy doing here? I'll call for help, you can go on."
Harry walked back to the bookstore lost in thought. What did he mean? What was in the locked door? What happened to Hermione, Ron, and Ginny? How could they be different? What was wrong? And on the line for the fireplace, he was thinking how to get into the locked door. And while he was swirling through the emerald green flames, he was thinking what he would find in there. And as he walked up the stairs to his bedroom, he thought about if they would be there. He collapsed on his bed and fell into a deep sleep. He only woke up when Ron Apparated into the room, with the worst haircut ever.
"Ron, how did you Apparate? Where are the others? Where did you go? What's with the haircut?" Harry asked eagerly. Ron just replied to all this with a "Huh?".