Authorsnote: I have to apologise to you because this isn't betaed. You have to know my betareader is right now kinda busy. Homework and stuff. So I'm aware there are mistakes in this story. As fast as possible I hope my betareader will be able and try a look at this.
2. An unexpected visit.
"Mrs. Figg, open the door. Its Harry!" he shouted. After a few seconds the light was turned on and the door opened slowly.
Harry's mind started to work, what if they were to late…what if Mrs Figg couldn't help them? Before the door was complete opened, he saw back to Hermione who didn't say a word anymore. Surprised he saw that she had closed her eyes as if to shot out the world. Much more to shot out him, something what he saw never before by her. "Are you all right?" he asked quietly.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" A tired old voice did bring him back to reality. A smell of cat's emerged into Harry's nose as he looked finely to Mrs. Figg, which stood there into her dressing-gown. She eyed him questioning than she looked at Hermione who was still standing in front of the stairs to the veranda. Held tensely on the handrail. "Did your uncle see your girlfriend? I can understand this you are a little bit to young for such things. The best way is if you go back and talk with him." She said tentatively while she was still eyeing both. "I, no we need your help, Mrs Figg. Listen, Hermione know who you are. We need to use your fireplace." Hastily he tried to make her understand the situation without to explain too much.
Mrs. Figg's eyes were widening in shock and disbelieve. Probably she thought at this moment Harry was gone crazy. "The fireplace?" she whispered stunned. "Yeah, we have to Floo to Grimmauld place." Intensive he paused. If at least Hermione helped him, she could such things a lot better. "Please, let us in. We don't have enough time to explain." "But, you can't.." unexpected she stopped in the mid sentence and starred pass Harry. "Do what he say or I will force you. I promise you I mean It damn serious!" With an unusually harsh, nearly dangerous voice he heard Hermione. Surprised he looked to her. She pointed her wand directly at Mrs. Figg. This alone didn't made him really nervous but her look. Her look did nearly piercingly the old woman.
Hermione seemed to be ready to attack Mrs. Figg or worst to kill her if she didn't what she wanted. "Hermione, please!" Harry tired but in the meantime Mrs. Figg did step aside. The way was free now but Hermione didn't move. "What's got into you? You know very well you aren't allowed to use magic." Even in his own ears sounded this words stupid. Like at a snail's pace her wand sunk down. Harry saw how she lose her grip at the handrail and her knees started to gave in. He took one step and stood in front of her, holding her by the shoulders . It seemed she had still enough strength to stay on her legs. Without a word he lifted her into his arms and carried her slowly into the house. "Let me down, I can walk by myself!" she snapped. "No, you can't. You know you can't." He answered calmly.
This feeling that she was angry at him turned back. Only he didn't know why she should. Maybe because he didn't came by his own that she wasn't well. That she overplayed the effect of the crucicatus curse more as he had thought. It seemed Harry didn't know Hermione well, at least not as well as he had thought. Only one thing he knew that he could always count at Hermione 1000 percent. That she would do everything for him. Break every rule on this planet if it did help him. Apart from that what he saw at school he did know almost nothing about her. "I'm sorry, Harry. But I was told that I shouldn't let you in. You know, because of the fact that nobody must know that I'm aware that you are a wizard."
"It's all right!" said Harry as he pass Mrs. Figg, who still looked at Hermione as if she would curse her into ashes. He entered with Hermione on his arms the living room. As he reached the couch he let her down "Are you sure you can travel per flow powder, Hermione? Tell me if you feel not well enough than I'll go alone." "Of course I can travel. I'm not dead." He looked with a warning blaze directly at her. "Don't say such things," he whispered, "I'll go first."
Without a second word he stepped in front of the fireplace and took a handful powder out of a bowl which stood on the mantelpiece. Once more he looked at Mrs Figg who was very quiet than his gaze did swift to Hermione who sat tired on the couch. This sight he didn't like, not at all like.
The Fireplace was full ashes and did smell after burned wood because there was still a fire burning. It didn't surprise Harry that in a muggle house was such a big fireplace so that he could stand in it. Not after he got in his 5th year that Mrs Figg was a member of the order. He scattered the powder into the flames and stepped into the now green fire. "Number twelve, Grimmauld Place!" He cried and he was spinning very fast. Tightly he had closed his eyes and mouth to well he remembered his first travel. It hadn't been a pleasure and this travel wasn't any better only he didn't hit his elbows on walls. Just as Harry thought he going to be sick he felt that this spinning stopped abruptly. He could barely defend himself to fall face forward.
He had been arrived. The house was dark it seemed that everybody was sleeping something what was to expect by this time. Carefully Harry looked around as he stepped out of the fireplace. This was the first time since Sirius's dead that he was here. Half he expected that Sirius would burst into the kitchen and ask him what he does here in the middle of the night. But this wouldn't happen. He knew it wouldn't happen. Never before he was so aware of his lost, of Sirius dead. Maybe he had needed this, needed to be here and to recognise that his godfather wasn't alive. It was quiet, scary quiet as if to proof that there wasn't everything right. That it wasn't normal that in the middle of the night Hermione turned up at the Privet Drive.
God, he didn't want to think about her parents. Everytime his thoughts drifted to this piece of reality he felt as if something was reaching for his heart. Something very cold. Here was it as if everything was so very surreal. "How much time does she need?" He said in a low voice to himself. A loud bang and shortly after that there were a flicker of green flames announced her arriving. Hard she knocked into him. "I hate this!" she murmured as she held on him to steady herself. "You, too? I believe everybody have to be awake now." Silent creaking went through the dark house. Harry couldn't see really much only just some dark shadows. "Don't move, they might curse you." She told him urgently with a tight grip she hold on his arm. "Who is there?" shouted a masculine voice.
Just in this moment Mrs Black, the portrait of her, started to scream loud. "Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from the place-" The horrified scream stopped in the mid sentence as if someone had closed the curtains. The creaking grew louder. It did sound as if a dozen people were awake and heading down. To Harrys surprise the portraits remained quiet, this was extra ordinary. "Its me, Harry!" he shouted back. Again silence, a strange silence as if someone was watching them. Harry knew they were still in the entrance hall and that they needed pass a door. Till now he hadn't heard someone open the door. With another bang the light in the house turned on. It did hurt in the eyes because they weren't used by this.
Harry looked with narrowed eyes around only to see that someone was bursting into the kitchen. Just some foots away Harry could see Remus Lupin with a wand which was pointing at Hermione and him. Lupin looked tired and older as they saw him the last time. As if ten years did pass by. His face was close as he eyed them critical. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a horsed voice as in the meantime his eyes were scanning Hermione's clothing. "Remus, what is?" they heard the muffled voice of Mrs. Weasley through the door. "Its Harry!" he shouted back, still eyeing both as if he couldn't believe what he saw.
"Really, you shouldn't go to sleep with a full stomach. Surely it was just Kreacher." Her footsteps came closer. Harry felt how his throat had gone dry by that name. The houselve was still here though Sirius was dead. How dare he, how dare to be still able and breath? Harry's thoughts came back as he felt how Hermione's grip grew more and more intense. What had they done to her, he questioning himself as he looked at her white scared face?
Once more the door opened and a surprised Mrs. Weasley came in. She was in her dressing grown and looked thinner as weeks before. "Its really you! What are you doing here?" She said as stood by Lupins side. Both were waiting for an explanation. "Well, deatheaters did attack Hermione's home." Harry started slowly. "Molly, what's there going on?" shouted someone from the entrance hall but Harry couldn't say who it was. "Wake up the others. They should bring they wands with." Mrs. Weasley shouted back without to turn around. She was still eyeing Hermione. "Mum!" This was Ron.
"Hurry up and wake them!" Lupin yelled suddenly. Hermione's grip grew more and more painfully. Carefully Harry tried to remove her hand from his arm. "Her parents are still there. I don't know what's happening there but they need help." His voice was barely above a whisper as if he did believe they were to late.
"You don't need to explain, Harry!" Lupin said softly. Above they heads they could hear hastily steps, door banging. "Oh God, It has begun…" said Mrs Weasley.