Authors note: OK I don't own anything about Harry Potter, not even the books because they are my brother...oh and please tell me how bad this chapter is and if you some how happen to like it tell me that too.
She was running as fast as she could, because she knew if they caught her it would all be over. Her breathing was fast and she was getting tired but she had to hold on, had to keep running for her safety and the safety of her friends and family. As she turned a corner she thought of her best friend and her boyfriend, she knew if she could just keep running she would keep them safe. Just as that thought ran through her head, her foot became entangled in a root sticking up through the cracks in the side walk. She fell and knew it was all over they had her and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it, and then she saw the dark hooded figure standing over her.
"Well Miss Granger, we meet again"
And then Hermione was enveloped in a sea of darkness and all she heard was an insane laughter.
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A skinny boy of 17 was sitting wide awake in his bedroom at number four Private Drive. Harry Potter was up at this late hour thinking about all that had happened and changed in the year since his god father had died. Sirius' death was like the starting point in a chain effect of misfortune in Harry's life. Voldemort's power had been steadily rising, he had gained hundreds of followers including the Dementors and many of the giants. Sirius wasn't the first friend Harry lost to the death eaters, Tonks and Moody were gone too. They were both victims of Voldemort himself. They had gotten in the way of one of his more important plans, Harry wasn't told exactly sure what type of plan though, because it was Order business. The Ministry of Magic had finally realized the truth, but it was to late. The Dementors had already left Azkaban, and by the time the aurors were sent, 20 of the worlds worst death eaters had already escaped.
But, even in the midst of all this death and destruction were happier things. First and foremost was Mr. Weasley's promotion, the Weasley family which had never had any money to spare, and now they had more than enough, especially with the money Fred and George insisted on contributing to the family. Another good thing for one of the Weasley's, was that Ron had finally gotten over his nerves and asked Hermione out. The two had been dating for over six months and were very happy together.
Harry smiled at the thought of his two best friends so happy in such dark times. Harry was happy for them, but he was also happy for himself. Harry had his girlfriend of 2 months, Ginny Weasley. After promising Ron that he wouldn't hurt her Harry proceeded to ask her out, and the two had been together ever since.
As Harry reflected on the good and bad events of the past year, he saw what was unmistakably an owl flying towards his house. He did not recognize the owl, but when he reached out to take the letter attached to it's leg he saw handwriting that seemed oddly familiar but he could not remember where he had seen it. When he opened up the letter an empty matchbox fell out, and after picking this up from the floor he turned to the letter in his hand. He read the letter three times in quick succession, but in that fairly short letter one of Harry's greatest fears was realized. The letter stated the following:
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry to inform you, but Miss Hermione Granger has gone missing and we have reason to believe she has been taken by death eaters. Normally I would not send this by post, but we must take action. You are needed at headquarters immediately, so please take this portkey at 2:30 A.M. and it will take you there.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
One of Harry's best friends was missing and it was his fault. If only he wasn't Harry Potter the boy who lived, and lived, and lived again. If he wasn't so famous Hermione would be fine. He looked towards the clock and saw it was 2:20. He had 10 minutes to pack his things, and he was very glad he was 17 already, his birthday had been the previous week, and he made all of his possessions magically fly into his trunk. After writing a quick note to his Aunt and Uncle about where he had gone, he grabbed his cauldron ,which held Hedwigs cage and his firebolt, in one hand and his trunk and the matchbox in the other. Harry looked at his watch and saw it was 2:29, he started to count down 3-2-1, Harry felt the familiar jerk behind his navel and he was speeding along until he suddenly stopped and found himself in the kitchen of number 12 Grimmuald Place, the headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix.
She was running as fast as she could, because she knew if they caught her it would all be over. Her breathing was fast and she was getting tired but she had to hold on, had to keep running for her safety and the safety of her friends and family. As she turned a corner she thought of her best friend and her boyfriend, she knew if she could just keep running she would keep them safe. Just as that thought ran through her head, her foot became entangled in a root sticking up through the cracks in the side walk. She fell and knew it was all over they had her and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it, and then she saw the dark hooded figure standing over her.
"Well Miss Granger, we meet again"
And then Hermione was enveloped in a sea of darkness and all she heard was an insane laughter.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
A skinny boy of 17 was sitting wide awake in his bedroom at number four Private Drive. Harry Potter was up at this late hour thinking about all that had happened and changed in the year since his god father had died. Sirius' death was like the starting point in a chain effect of misfortune in Harry's life. Voldemort's power had been steadily rising, he had gained hundreds of followers including the Dementors and many of the giants. Sirius wasn't the first friend Harry lost to the death eaters, Tonks and Moody were gone too. They were both victims of Voldemort himself. They had gotten in the way of one of his more important plans, Harry wasn't told exactly sure what type of plan though, because it was Order business. The Ministry of Magic had finally realized the truth, but it was to late. The Dementors had already left Azkaban, and by the time the aurors were sent, 20 of the worlds worst death eaters had already escaped.
But, even in the midst of all this death and destruction were happier things. First and foremost was Mr. Weasley's promotion, the Weasley family which had never had any money to spare, and now they had more than enough, especially with the money Fred and George insisted on contributing to the family. Another good thing for one of the Weasley's, was that Ron had finally gotten over his nerves and asked Hermione out. The two had been dating for over six months and were very happy together.
Harry smiled at the thought of his two best friends so happy in such dark times. Harry was happy for them, but he was also happy for himself. Harry had his girlfriend of 2 months, Ginny Weasley. After promising Ron that he wouldn't hurt her Harry proceeded to ask her out, and the two had been together ever since.
As Harry reflected on the good and bad events of the past year, he saw what was unmistakably an owl flying towards his house. He did not recognize the owl, but when he reached out to take the letter attached to it's leg he saw handwriting that seemed oddly familiar but he could not remember where he had seen it. When he opened up the letter an empty matchbox fell out, and after picking this up from the floor he turned to the letter in his hand. He read the letter three times in quick succession, but in that fairly short letter one of Harry's greatest fears was realized. The letter stated the following:
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry to inform you, but Miss Hermione Granger has gone missing and we have reason to believe she has been taken by death eaters. Normally I would not send this by post, but we must take action. You are needed at headquarters immediately, so please take this portkey at 2:30 A.M. and it will take you there.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
One of Harry's best friends was missing and it was his fault. If only he wasn't Harry Potter the boy who lived, and lived, and lived again. If he wasn't so famous Hermione would be fine. He looked towards the clock and saw it was 2:20. He had 10 minutes to pack his things, and he was very glad he was 17 already, his birthday had been the previous week, and he made all of his possessions magically fly into his trunk. After writing a quick note to his Aunt and Uncle about where he had gone, he grabbed his cauldron ,which held Hedwigs cage and his firebolt, in one hand and his trunk and the matchbox in the other. Harry looked at his watch and saw it was 2:29, he started to count down 3-2-1, Harry felt the familiar jerk behind his navel and he was speeding along until he suddenly stopped and found himself in the kitchen of number 12 Grimmuald Place, the headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix.