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Chapter 10: They Don't Understand
Ron became Ron again and they began chatting about how well the Chudley Canons were doing in the league, they were doing quite well, they were 3rd. In 1st place were the Holyhead Harpy's and in 2nd were the Wigtown Wanderers.
"So Harry it's your birthday in two days" Ron said in a knowing tone.
"Yeah," Harry replied in a curious tone "Why?"
"No reason" Ron said far too quickly to satisfy Harry.
"Come on Ron I know you're lying" Harry said in a bored tone.
"Honestly, it's nothing," Ron said in the most innocent tone he could muster.
"Fine I'll drop it as I've only got to wait two days," Harry finished and went down stairs.
Ron let out a sigh of relief and rubbed his head, there's definitely something different about Harry apart from his hair being longer Ron thought but he just let it go and went down to Fred & George's room.
"It didn't work," Ron said immediately after entering the room "Harry knew I was there and knocked me out,"
Fred & George burst out laughing uncontrollably and Ron slapped them none too softly to get them to stop.
"What did you do that for," Fred complained.
"Yeah, that bloody hurt," George moaned rubbing his cheek.
Ron just shrugged and left the room as Fred & George were acting stupidly. I wonder where Hermione is, Ron thought as he left, a smile creasing the corners of his mouth. He walked down the stairs and on the way met Hermione.
"Hello honey," Ron said sweetly, grinning madly.
Hermione wrapped her hands around Ron's neck but he winced so she let go quickly.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked concerned.
Ron remembered the time when he had finally built up enough courage to ask Hermione if she felt the way that he felt about her and to his surprise she had replied "yes". She had hugged him and kissed him quickly, he had been on cloud nine, in fact he still was.
"I'm fine. I just played a trick on Harry and he retaliated," Ron said not wanting to go into it.
"Harry? Are you sure, I mean he wouldn't hurt you even if his life depended on it," Hermione replied shocked.
"Just drop it okay, Hermione" Ron said softly with a tone of finality.
Hermione opened her mouth about to make a reply but Ron kissed her and shushed her, then led her to his room.
Downstairs:
Harry left through the back door and found himself thinking, what does Ginny see in me? Does she actually like me or does she like me because I'm famous. No, Ginny isn't like that, Harry thought and that was the end of his strife with his conscience. But doubt kept creeping into his mind, so he decided to confront Ginny about it.
"Ginny, what do you." Harry stopped short when he saw the scene in the room.
It was a mess, mattresses torn and thrown across the floor, furniture smashed and the window broken. But the thing that stood out most was Mr & Mrs Weasley sobbing into each others arms on Ginny's bed, Mr. Weasley holding a letter.
Suddenly a terrible pain ripped through Harry's head and he thought his head might split in half. As suddenly as it started it stopped and Harry found himself in a large stone room with two lines of people wearing pitch black robes and white masks, Death Eaters. At one end of the two lines was a stone throne and sat upon it was the most evil person who walked the earth; Tom Riddle a.k.a Lord Voldemort. And at the other end of the lines was a short fat death eater holding a limp redheaded girl. Harry's breath caught, Ginny. The death eater was Peter Petigrew, more commonly known as Wormtail. As suddenly as his vision had come, it was gone and all he saw was impenetrable blackness.
"Harry, Harry" someone was calling to him from a great distance.
It was Hermione, she had begun to slap him but Ron held her back because he saw that Harry was stirring. Ron really wanted to hurt Harry, it was his fault that Voldemort, a shudder ran through him at the thought of his name, took Ginny.
Harry woke up now and although Ron was holding Hermione back, for whatever reason, he was struggling and there was perspiration on his brow. When Ron saw that Harry was awake he let go of Hermione and she flew at Harry and started weeping on his shoulder and embraced him. As far as Ron knew, Hermione had never witnessed Harry having a vision so he accepted this gesture.
"Where's the letter Mr Weasley?" Harry asked coldly and everyone was shocked at his attitude. "Here" Mr Weasley replied angrily handing Harry the letter.
Dear Harry Potter,
I have kidnapped someone you care about deeply and expect you to exchange your life for hers. I know that you once saved her from me and escaped with your own life, this time it's her life or yours. My Death Eaters will wait for you on the top of Stoatshead Hill at 20:00. They will wait for 5 minutes, if Harry Potter has not arrived by then we will kill the girl.
Yours Sincerely
Lord Voldemort P.S: Harry Potter must come alone and any attempt to rescue the girl will
result in her death.
"What time is it?" Harry demanded after reading the letter.
"Its 18:30, you've been out cold for hours," Ron replied
For the first time since Harry woke up he took a look at his surroundings and saw that he was on the camp bed in Ron's room and outside it was beginning to turn dark.
"Who have you informed?" Harry asked politely.
"Just Dumbledore," Mr Weasley replied.
"Tell him we've got everything under control, I'm going to save Ginny." Harry said with a tone of finality.
"I thought you might say that Harry." said a familiar voice, coming from the doorway.
Everyone turned to the doorway to see Dumbledore standing there with a smile on his face, his shocking blue eyes twinkling from behind his half moon glasses. Harry seized the opportunity and got up and dived out of the smashed window that no one had bothered to fix and did something that stopped him from hitting the ground as hard as he should have. When he got up he ran towards the woods as a stunner shot passed him, it grazed his neck and he began to feel drowsy. Before he passed out he managed to concentrate and was able to dissaparate and apparate into his bedroom at the Dursleys and he collapsed onto his bed and the last thought that crossed his mind before sleep took him was they don't understand.
Chapter 10: They Don't Understand
Ron became Ron again and they began chatting about how well the Chudley Canons were doing in the league, they were doing quite well, they were 3rd. In 1st place were the Holyhead Harpy's and in 2nd were the Wigtown Wanderers.
"So Harry it's your birthday in two days" Ron said in a knowing tone.
"Yeah," Harry replied in a curious tone "Why?"
"No reason" Ron said far too quickly to satisfy Harry.
"Come on Ron I know you're lying" Harry said in a bored tone.
"Honestly, it's nothing," Ron said in the most innocent tone he could muster.
"Fine I'll drop it as I've only got to wait two days," Harry finished and went down stairs.
Ron let out a sigh of relief and rubbed his head, there's definitely something different about Harry apart from his hair being longer Ron thought but he just let it go and went down to Fred & George's room.
"It didn't work," Ron said immediately after entering the room "Harry knew I was there and knocked me out,"
Fred & George burst out laughing uncontrollably and Ron slapped them none too softly to get them to stop.
"What did you do that for," Fred complained.
"Yeah, that bloody hurt," George moaned rubbing his cheek.
Ron just shrugged and left the room as Fred & George were acting stupidly. I wonder where Hermione is, Ron thought as he left, a smile creasing the corners of his mouth. He walked down the stairs and on the way met Hermione.
"Hello honey," Ron said sweetly, grinning madly.
Hermione wrapped her hands around Ron's neck but he winced so she let go quickly.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked concerned.
Ron remembered the time when he had finally built up enough courage to ask Hermione if she felt the way that he felt about her and to his surprise she had replied "yes". She had hugged him and kissed him quickly, he had been on cloud nine, in fact he still was.
"I'm fine. I just played a trick on Harry and he retaliated," Ron said not wanting to go into it.
"Harry? Are you sure, I mean he wouldn't hurt you even if his life depended on it," Hermione replied shocked.
"Just drop it okay, Hermione" Ron said softly with a tone of finality.
Hermione opened her mouth about to make a reply but Ron kissed her and shushed her, then led her to his room.
Downstairs:
Harry left through the back door and found himself thinking, what does Ginny see in me? Does she actually like me or does she like me because I'm famous. No, Ginny isn't like that, Harry thought and that was the end of his strife with his conscience. But doubt kept creeping into his mind, so he decided to confront Ginny about it.
"Ginny, what do you." Harry stopped short when he saw the scene in the room.
It was a mess, mattresses torn and thrown across the floor, furniture smashed and the window broken. But the thing that stood out most was Mr & Mrs Weasley sobbing into each others arms on Ginny's bed, Mr. Weasley holding a letter.
Suddenly a terrible pain ripped through Harry's head and he thought his head might split in half. As suddenly as it started it stopped and Harry found himself in a large stone room with two lines of people wearing pitch black robes and white masks, Death Eaters. At one end of the two lines was a stone throne and sat upon it was the most evil person who walked the earth; Tom Riddle a.k.a Lord Voldemort. And at the other end of the lines was a short fat death eater holding a limp redheaded girl. Harry's breath caught, Ginny. The death eater was Peter Petigrew, more commonly known as Wormtail. As suddenly as his vision had come, it was gone and all he saw was impenetrable blackness.
"Harry, Harry" someone was calling to him from a great distance.
It was Hermione, she had begun to slap him but Ron held her back because he saw that Harry was stirring. Ron really wanted to hurt Harry, it was his fault that Voldemort, a shudder ran through him at the thought of his name, took Ginny.
Harry woke up now and although Ron was holding Hermione back, for whatever reason, he was struggling and there was perspiration on his brow. When Ron saw that Harry was awake he let go of Hermione and she flew at Harry and started weeping on his shoulder and embraced him. As far as Ron knew, Hermione had never witnessed Harry having a vision so he accepted this gesture.
"Where's the letter Mr Weasley?" Harry asked coldly and everyone was shocked at his attitude. "Here" Mr Weasley replied angrily handing Harry the letter.
Dear Harry Potter,
I have kidnapped someone you care about deeply and expect you to exchange your life for hers. I know that you once saved her from me and escaped with your own life, this time it's her life or yours. My Death Eaters will wait for you on the top of Stoatshead Hill at 20:00. They will wait for 5 minutes, if Harry Potter has not arrived by then we will kill the girl.
Yours Sincerely
Lord Voldemort P.S: Harry Potter must come alone and any attempt to rescue the girl will
result in her death.
"What time is it?" Harry demanded after reading the letter.
"Its 18:30, you've been out cold for hours," Ron replied
For the first time since Harry woke up he took a look at his surroundings and saw that he was on the camp bed in Ron's room and outside it was beginning to turn dark.
"Who have you informed?" Harry asked politely.
"Just Dumbledore," Mr Weasley replied.
"Tell him we've got everything under control, I'm going to save Ginny." Harry said with a tone of finality.
"I thought you might say that Harry." said a familiar voice, coming from the doorway.
Everyone turned to the doorway to see Dumbledore standing there with a smile on his face, his shocking blue eyes twinkling from behind his half moon glasses. Harry seized the opportunity and got up and dived out of the smashed window that no one had bothered to fix and did something that stopped him from hitting the ground as hard as he should have. When he got up he ran towards the woods as a stunner shot passed him, it grazed his neck and he began to feel drowsy. Before he passed out he managed to concentrate and was able to dissaparate and apparate into his bedroom at the Dursleys and he collapsed onto his bed and the last thought that crossed his mind before sleep took him was they don't understand.