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dropped and my mum freaked and took away my computer till I brought it up
and I only just did so now I'm back! Ok, so we're gonna have to skip the
whole recognizing reviewers till next chap and just get on with the story!
Dumbledor stared at Harry for a long time before asking him to take a seat. Harry didn't move.
"What's going on?" he asked very slowly anger seeping out in every syllable. McGonagal glared at Dumbledor with expectation.
"Well Headmaster, what now?" Dumbledor didn't answer right away. He took his time sitting down behind his desk and waited until Harry finally took his seat by the fire.
"Well Harry, I didn't believe we'd be having a talk again so soon, but it appears the prophesy may be fulfilled sooner than I would have liked to believe."
Harry stood up knocking his chair over backwards. "Oh cut the bloody crap Professor Dunbledor. I want to know what the hell is going on and I want to know now!"
McGonagall was at his side in an instant. "Watch your tongue Mr. Potter! That is severe—"
"No Minerva," said Dumbledor holding up a hand to silence her. "He has a right to be angry. Perhaps it would be best if Harry and I discussed this alone." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips but left obligingly. Harry threw himself into a different chair.
"Harry, what I am about to tell you will no doubt make you furious. However, I must ask you to keep your anger to a minimum and anything said in this room, must stay here." Harry nodded slightly. "Miss Granger, you'll be pleased to know, is perfectly alright and at this moment taking up residence at the Weasley's home." Harry opened his mouth but Dumbledor silenced him. "You have to let me finish Harry. Luna is also there and she too is perfectly fine."
Harry stood up again. "So what's with not telling us, eh? Ron is slowly destroying his own bloody mind, I've been dying of worry—"He collapsed into the chair and began to cry. It was too much. Dumbledor sat patiently waiting for the moment to pass.
Hermione quickly grew bored with her new life and longed to be back at Hogwarts. She missed her classes, though Mrs. Weasley still tutored her. She missed her friends. Luna stayed in her room most of the time though Hermione supposed she was being tutored as well. She missed George, whom she saw less and less of as the WWW shop grew in popularity. Of course she was proud of George but they had almost no time to just be together. He was always working or sleeping.
That was why Hermione was so surprised to see him standing by her bed one Tuesday morning. "Morning Hermione," he whispered leaning over to kiss her.
Started she ended the kiss quickly, "George, what's going on? Is everything alright?" He laughed and pulled her by her hands out of the bed. "Why are you laughing?" she asked not able to help the giggles that came.
"You worry too much Hermione," he laughed. "I took the day off to spend with you!" Hermione beamed up at him. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the forehead. "Now come on, we have a big day ahead of us." Hermione opened her mouth to ask what type of day when he kissed her again.
"What am I going to do," Harry sighed running a hand through his hair. Dumbledore had told him the whole story and forbade him to tell Ron, but it was pure torture. He wasn't even allowed to assure Ron that Hermione was alright.
"What's up Harry?" asked Ron climbing through the portrait hole.
Harry opened and closed his mouth several times.
"Are you alright Harry?"
"Yeah," Harry finally managed to get out, "I just remembered I have—um—early Quiditch practice." And with that he jumped up and hurried past Ron out the portrait hole.
Ron looked longing after him before finally taking Harry's chair.
"Wassup?" Ginny asked him crawling in through the portrait hole. Ron buried his face in his hands. "Sickle for your thoughts?" she asked, quieter this time.
Ron looked up at her wiping his dry eyes frantically. "I—I miss her Gin."
Ginny climbed up onto the arm of the chair and patted his back in what she hoped was a reassuring way. "Oh come on Ron. If something truly bad had happened George would probably be sending owl after owl!" As if on cue a large barn owl flew in through the open common room window.
Harry jogged out the castle doors and across the school lawn to Hagrid's. "Hagrid!" he called punding on the door. "Hagrid! Open up!"
The large man obediently appeared at the doorway. ""Ello 'Arry," said Hagrid brightly.
"I need your help Hagrid," Harry said getting to the point.
"A'ight," Hagrid began looking suspicious, "I'm listnin." And with that Harry began a lengthy description of his predicament.
Alright people! Since it took me so long to update, I figured I'd be nice and leave you with two cliffhangers Mwaaaaahaaaahaaaa!!! :) Well it's summer now and b-ball's over and so I'll hopefully be updating more often :P WWL! (Will Write L8r)
Pickled Cow
Dumbledor stared at Harry for a long time before asking him to take a seat. Harry didn't move.
"What's going on?" he asked very slowly anger seeping out in every syllable. McGonagal glared at Dumbledor with expectation.
"Well Headmaster, what now?" Dumbledor didn't answer right away. He took his time sitting down behind his desk and waited until Harry finally took his seat by the fire.
"Well Harry, I didn't believe we'd be having a talk again so soon, but it appears the prophesy may be fulfilled sooner than I would have liked to believe."
Harry stood up knocking his chair over backwards. "Oh cut the bloody crap Professor Dunbledor. I want to know what the hell is going on and I want to know now!"
McGonagall was at his side in an instant. "Watch your tongue Mr. Potter! That is severe—"
"No Minerva," said Dumbledor holding up a hand to silence her. "He has a right to be angry. Perhaps it would be best if Harry and I discussed this alone." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips but left obligingly. Harry threw himself into a different chair.
"Harry, what I am about to tell you will no doubt make you furious. However, I must ask you to keep your anger to a minimum and anything said in this room, must stay here." Harry nodded slightly. "Miss Granger, you'll be pleased to know, is perfectly alright and at this moment taking up residence at the Weasley's home." Harry opened his mouth but Dumbledor silenced him. "You have to let me finish Harry. Luna is also there and she too is perfectly fine."
Harry stood up again. "So what's with not telling us, eh? Ron is slowly destroying his own bloody mind, I've been dying of worry—"He collapsed into the chair and began to cry. It was too much. Dumbledor sat patiently waiting for the moment to pass.
Hermione quickly grew bored with her new life and longed to be back at Hogwarts. She missed her classes, though Mrs. Weasley still tutored her. She missed her friends. Luna stayed in her room most of the time though Hermione supposed she was being tutored as well. She missed George, whom she saw less and less of as the WWW shop grew in popularity. Of course she was proud of George but they had almost no time to just be together. He was always working or sleeping.
That was why Hermione was so surprised to see him standing by her bed one Tuesday morning. "Morning Hermione," he whispered leaning over to kiss her.
Started she ended the kiss quickly, "George, what's going on? Is everything alright?" He laughed and pulled her by her hands out of the bed. "Why are you laughing?" she asked not able to help the giggles that came.
"You worry too much Hermione," he laughed. "I took the day off to spend with you!" Hermione beamed up at him. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the forehead. "Now come on, we have a big day ahead of us." Hermione opened her mouth to ask what type of day when he kissed her again.
"What am I going to do," Harry sighed running a hand through his hair. Dumbledore had told him the whole story and forbade him to tell Ron, but it was pure torture. He wasn't even allowed to assure Ron that Hermione was alright.
"What's up Harry?" asked Ron climbing through the portrait hole.
Harry opened and closed his mouth several times.
"Are you alright Harry?"
"Yeah," Harry finally managed to get out, "I just remembered I have—um—early Quiditch practice." And with that he jumped up and hurried past Ron out the portrait hole.
Ron looked longing after him before finally taking Harry's chair.
"Wassup?" Ginny asked him crawling in through the portrait hole. Ron buried his face in his hands. "Sickle for your thoughts?" she asked, quieter this time.
Ron looked up at her wiping his dry eyes frantically. "I—I miss her Gin."
Ginny climbed up onto the arm of the chair and patted his back in what she hoped was a reassuring way. "Oh come on Ron. If something truly bad had happened George would probably be sending owl after owl!" As if on cue a large barn owl flew in through the open common room window.
Harry jogged out the castle doors and across the school lawn to Hagrid's. "Hagrid!" he called punding on the door. "Hagrid! Open up!"
The large man obediently appeared at the doorway. ""Ello 'Arry," said Hagrid brightly.
"I need your help Hagrid," Harry said getting to the point.
"A'ight," Hagrid began looking suspicious, "I'm listnin." And with that Harry began a lengthy description of his predicament.
Alright people! Since it took me so long to update, I figured I'd be nice and leave you with two cliffhangers Mwaaaaahaaaahaaaa!!! :) Well it's summer now and b-ball's over and so I'll hopefully be updating more often :P WWL! (Will Write L8r)
Pickled Cow