Chapter Four (It can't be...)

'Harry looked around, he had no idea where he was. It was dark and misty, and he couldn't see anything more than five feet away. He heard a distinct laugh and turned around at the sound of it. No one was there, he found himself going in circles, he wasn't scared but worried. The laugh was getting closer and closer until he could feel the tepid breathe behind him, he turned around and what he saw was unspeakable. It was VOLDERMORT.'

Harry awoke with a startle, he found himself lying on the ground

sweating like crazy. His scar was now searing with pain. Ron,

Neville, Dean and Seamus were all looking at him with panic-stricken

faces. Harry was now on his hands and knees trying not to pass out

from the pain. A couple of minutes later he finally got up, and the

first words that came out of his mouth were, "Don't tell Hermione."

They all nodded.

Ron went down to the common room while Harry was getting ready

for school, he found Hermione waiting for them on the couch. Ron

quickly grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the room. Hermione

was looking at him with an alarmed look on her face. Ron quickly

told her the events that happened that morning, when he was finally

done explaining everything that happened they found themselves in

the Great Hall. They took their seat at the Gryffindor Table and

waited for Harry to come. A few minutes later Harry came through

the doors and sat down beside his friends. By the look on Hermione's

face he knew Ron had told her everything.

"Harry why didn't you want to tell me, I'm your girlfriend aren't I?"

Harry looked at her astonished at what just came out of her mouth.

"Of course you're my girlfriend, and I didn't want to tell you because I

knew you would start to worry." Harry now glanced over at Ron and

gave him a menacing glare. "That's my job Harry, even when we

weren't going out I worried about you!" "But you don't have to, you

have enough to deal with, I'm just making your life more stressful

than it already is!" And with that said he stormed out of the Great

Hall. "Aren't you going to follow him?" Ron asked Hermione in a

puzzled look. "Not right now, I think he needs to be alone" "what did

he mean when he said that you had 'enough to deal with'?" I have no

idea how he found out. But my parents are in the hospital. They were

in a near death car accident, but I haven't told anyone." Ron looked

shocked. "How could Harry have found out then?" Ron looked deep

into Hermione's eyes, he could see the tears building up. Ron grabbed

Hermione and held her tight. He whispered into her ear, "It's going to

be fine, Harry wouldn't do anything to hurt you." And with that

Hermione looked up at him and he gave her a reassuring smile.

Harry was running as fast as he could, through the Great Hall doors,

past Hagrids house and finally to his destination, the Quidditch pitch.

He collapsed due to his lack of oxygen from running the whole way

there. 'Why am I so tired, I am in really good shape, I mean I'm on

the Quidditch team. What's happening? Everything around him

became blurry, he couldn't stand up. Everything went dark.

A few hours had passed and Hermione and Ron were becoming very

worried. Harry hadn't shown up for any of his morning classes. 'This

isn't like Harry' thought Hermione. "I wonder where he is?" Ron

asked concerned. "I have no idea, I didn't think he would've gotten so

mad about you telling me what happened? I mean you had to tell me,

its what friends do." Ron looked over at Hermione and it was like

they could read each others minds because they both said in unison "I

think we should go look for him."

They split up and Ron took the inside of the castle and Hermione

looked outside. Ron went to the library, the room of requirement, and

the Gryffindor common room. No luck. He also asked Seamus, Dean

and Neville if he had seen him. Ron was getting really worried now

so he went outside to help Hermione look. Hermione wasn't having

any luck either. He looked by the lake under the tree where he always

goes to think but he wasn't there. She walked up to Hagrids Hut but

didn't bother knocking on the door because she didn't want to worry

him, so she leaned close against the door to see if she could hear

Harry. He wasn't there.

A half an hour later, Ron finally met up with Hermione. They were

still outside looking for Harry. Suddenly Ron's face lit up, he started

running towards the Quidditch pitch at full speed, Hermione was

following him asking him in between breaths "Where –are- we -

going?" "The Quidditch pitch, I cant believe I didn't think of this

before, its Harry we're talking about." Ron stopped in his tracks.

Hermione finally caught up to him and saw the look on his face and

the fear and worry in his eyes. She looked to where he was staring and

saw a limp figure on the ground. 'It can't be him, it just can't!'