CHAPTER FOUR- AN INTERLUDE
There was an awkward silence in the Burrow, and the Weasley's sat around their wizarding radio, patiently waiting for news from the battle front. Ron was sitting on the floor in front of the radio. Not only were his father and two oldest brothers fighting in the struggle to stop the dementors, but his best friend was fighting too.
Behind him, his two older twin brothers, Fred and George, were laying sprawled out on two battered armchairs. His mother and sister, Ginny, were sitting their respective sides of the radio, both looking as though they were ready to kill the next person that spoke.
The only news that they had received so far was that the battle had begun and 67 wizards were dead or missing their souls so far. The newscaster had also said that Cornelius Fudge was being rushed to St. Mungo's after falling from his floating platform after trying to stun a dementor.
"BS," Fred muttered to George, "he probably just fainted when the dementors escaped from inside."
Someone knocked on the front door, and Ron got up from his seat on the floor. The second he opened the door, he was instantly tackled by a girl with bushy hair.
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Ron asked as soon as her pushed her off of his chest.
Hermione responded immediately, "Dumbledore sent me here, he just apparated in my house and asked my parents if he could take me here."
"Why?"
"He didn't tell me when I asked. He just told me it was urgent."
By then the rest of the occupants of the Burrow had stepped into the kitchen to see what all the commotion was. For a moment there was a stunned silence and then Mrs. Weasly spoke, "Hermione, dear what are you doing here."
Hermione told them briskly and slowly everyone retreated to around the radio. There they sat for hours listening for the slightest details. Darkness began to creep over the Burrow, and Mrs. Weasly lit candles in the living room and kitchen. "That's funny, its only 3 o'clock. It shouldn't be dark yet," Hermione told Ron quietly.
Moments later, everyone slowly lost all the optimistic thoughts left in their minds. Ron slowly lifted his wand out of his pocket. Slowly, Hermione and Ginny did the same.
"Brace yourselves," commanded Ron.
Something crashed in the kitchen and all three of them cast a Patronus charm at the same time. At an amazing speed, an otter, a tiger, and a rat all sped into the kitchen. There was another crash and a blinding flare of light as the twins sent their patronus into the kitchen too.
They stood still for a moment and then collapsed onto the floor. The kitchen door clicked open as three wizards walked into the room.
"Dad!" Fred, George, and Ron cried collectively.
Mr. Weasly, Bill, and Charlie were standing in the doorway looking extremely tired and beaten. Hermione looked inquiringly at them and asked, "Mr. Weasly, what happened?"
It wasn't Mr. Weasly that answered, but Bill, "Its' over, we lost. Nearly half of the forces are dead, and-"-Bill looked like he was on the verge of tears, and simply looked down at his feet.
It was Mr. Weasly who finished Bill's sentence, "Harry's gone."
Charlie dropped something onto the floor, and started to whimper softly. Hermione dropped to the floor and started sobbing loudly. Ron simply stared blankly into space, unable to speak. Fred and George looked blankly at the object that had fallen to the floor.
"Those are-" George was cut off by Ginny's cries.
Bill nodded, "-Harry's glasses, all that we found of him."
There was an awkward silence in the Burrow, and the Weasley's sat around their wizarding radio, patiently waiting for news from the battle front. Ron was sitting on the floor in front of the radio. Not only were his father and two oldest brothers fighting in the struggle to stop the dementors, but his best friend was fighting too.
Behind him, his two older twin brothers, Fred and George, were laying sprawled out on two battered armchairs. His mother and sister, Ginny, were sitting their respective sides of the radio, both looking as though they were ready to kill the next person that spoke.
The only news that they had received so far was that the battle had begun and 67 wizards were dead or missing their souls so far. The newscaster had also said that Cornelius Fudge was being rushed to St. Mungo's after falling from his floating platform after trying to stun a dementor.
"BS," Fred muttered to George, "he probably just fainted when the dementors escaped from inside."
Someone knocked on the front door, and Ron got up from his seat on the floor. The second he opened the door, he was instantly tackled by a girl with bushy hair.
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Ron asked as soon as her pushed her off of his chest.
Hermione responded immediately, "Dumbledore sent me here, he just apparated in my house and asked my parents if he could take me here."
"Why?"
"He didn't tell me when I asked. He just told me it was urgent."
By then the rest of the occupants of the Burrow had stepped into the kitchen to see what all the commotion was. For a moment there was a stunned silence and then Mrs. Weasly spoke, "Hermione, dear what are you doing here."
Hermione told them briskly and slowly everyone retreated to around the radio. There they sat for hours listening for the slightest details. Darkness began to creep over the Burrow, and Mrs. Weasly lit candles in the living room and kitchen. "That's funny, its only 3 o'clock. It shouldn't be dark yet," Hermione told Ron quietly.
Moments later, everyone slowly lost all the optimistic thoughts left in their minds. Ron slowly lifted his wand out of his pocket. Slowly, Hermione and Ginny did the same.
"Brace yourselves," commanded Ron.
Something crashed in the kitchen and all three of them cast a Patronus charm at the same time. At an amazing speed, an otter, a tiger, and a rat all sped into the kitchen. There was another crash and a blinding flare of light as the twins sent their patronus into the kitchen too.
They stood still for a moment and then collapsed onto the floor. The kitchen door clicked open as three wizards walked into the room.
"Dad!" Fred, George, and Ron cried collectively.
Mr. Weasly, Bill, and Charlie were standing in the doorway looking extremely tired and beaten. Hermione looked inquiringly at them and asked, "Mr. Weasly, what happened?"
It wasn't Mr. Weasly that answered, but Bill, "Its' over, we lost. Nearly half of the forces are dead, and-"-Bill looked like he was on the verge of tears, and simply looked down at his feet.
It was Mr. Weasly who finished Bill's sentence, "Harry's gone."
Charlie dropped something onto the floor, and started to whimper softly. Hermione dropped to the floor and started sobbing loudly. Ron simply stared blankly into space, unable to speak. Fred and George looked blankly at the object that had fallen to the floor.
"Those are-" George was cut off by Ginny's cries.
Bill nodded, "-Harry's glasses, all that we found of him."