Harry 'oofed' loudly. That was all it took. Seven very hoarse voices started screeching. The first person to reach them was a tearful, hysterical Hermione. She threw herself on top of the pile on the floor that consisted of Harry and Ron, and showered them both with hugs and kisses on the cheek.

"Ron! Harry! Where were you?! I was so worried, I'd thought both of you were dead, it's been all over the news in the Daily Prophet. Oh my God, thank Merlin you're all right!" Hermione managed to gasp rather quickly. Her eyes were red, and her hair was much more dishevelled than usual, which was really saying something.

Mrs Weasley shrieked with relief as she raced over to Ron and Harry. Seeing that they were sort of… indisposed with Hermione all over them, she assumed they were being taken care of. Instead, Mrs Weasley raced over to her twins. She said nothing, but pulled them into a huge, teary hug. Normally, the twins would have pushed her away; now, they just pulled her closer.

"It's okay, mum." George choked out.

"Yeah. We're safe now. Don't worry," Fred mumbled, his face buried in his mother's shoulder.

Then another squeal was heard. Ginny raced forward and hugged both Ron and Harry tightly.

"Oh, you're all okay! We've been worried sick all this time. What happened?" she asked, voice quavering. She pulled back to let them breathe, and took a place alongside Mr Weasley. Harry looked to the other side of Ginny and saw two tall ashen-faced figures. One he recognised immediately as Bill – he could tell immediately from his ponytail. The other he recognised as Charlie. Harry noted with unease that Percy was not there – he was still estranged from the Weasleys. Ron stood up and addressed everyone.

"We're all right. Does anyone know what happened? All we know is we were in the Floo Dimension, and stuck there. Something was coming after us, but we escaped thanks to Harry and came back here." He said this all very fast, looking mightily puzzled.

Bill answered, his voice gruff. "All WE know is that dad came back, and we waited for you. You never came back. That was three days ago."

George leaned around his mother's arm with a shocked look on his face. His jaw dropped. " Three days?" he whispered. "It only seemed like…well, certainly not three days."

Hermoine, ever the knowledgeable one, nodded. "You were in a completely different dimension. Time moves much slower there; that's why wizards use it to travel in the first place. A little time in the Floo Dimension can be ages here."

Harry looked curiously at Hermione. "Is that why you're here? Ron sent me an owl saying you'd be here on the 29th. That must be today."

Hermione smiled weakly. "Yes, I was planning to come today, but I came yesterday actually. I was reading the Daily Prophet, and it said that you four were missing. Ginny owled me, and I came right away. Good God, the whole wizarding world is scared. They think it's You-Know-Who, and everyone's terrified."

"The whole Ministry of Magic has gone into overtime. No one can explain what happened," said a previously silent Mr Weasley. Ron noted the heavy bags under his father's eyes.

"Blimey, I'm tired. What's the time?" said one of the twins. No one was in the mood to try and figure out which one it was. That task simply took too much out of a person. Mrs Weasley glanced at Charlie.

"Oh…about 11:00p.m. We should all head off to bed. Big day tomorrow. We have to talk to reporters from the Daily Prophet, and probably talk to the Ministry of Magic. You four in particular are going to have a busy time." Charlie took charge, sending everyone off upstairs.

Harry and Ron dragged themselves up the steps with a lot of help from Hermoine. They reached the top and Ron noted there was already a crumpled, pink sleeping bag on the floor where Hermione must have been sleeping last night.

"I borrowed your room, Ron. Hope you don't mind." Hermione grinned cheekily. It was a luxury she allowed herself now that her best friends were safe. Ron shook his head no.

"Not at all. But you're going to have to give it back to me while so Harry and I can get changed."

"Sure. I'll borrow Ginny's room."

Hermione grabbed a pretty, pale yellow nightie off the floor and left the two boys. She had taken two steps and turned.

"But when I get back, you two are going to have to tell me everything."

"You can count on it."

Hermione didn't have to wait long. By the time she, Ron and Harry had got dressed and brushed their teeth, they were suddenly feeling wide-awake again. Ron told Hermione everything he could. He had to stop often because he didn't really know what happened. Hermione was just sitting quietly the whole time, face changing from one sentence to the next. Harry and Ron knew from experience what a good audience she was. Hermione loved a good story, especially if it was true. She went from looking thoughtful to scared, puzzled to worried, shocked to relieved and back again to thoughtful as Ron's narration came to a close. She looked at Harry with a final look of curiosity written on her features.

She's so beautiful when she's thinking, Ron sighed to himself as he gazed at her. That's my girl.

"Harry," said Hermione, looking at him questioningly, "the million-Galleon question: How did you know what to do in the Floo Dimension?" Ron, who had been staring at Hermione without realising it, suddenly jerked his attention back to Harry.

"Yeah…how did you know?"

Harry frowned. He did not relish having to tell his best friends this. What if they thought he was loony? He seemed uncertain for a minute.

Tell them, Harry. Go ahead. Ron can't deny what you say, and Hermione trusts you, too. Tell them about me.

Harry nodded, apparently to himself. Ron raised an eyebrow. Harry was doing this strange behaviour again, just like he did back in the Floo Dimension. Ron was starting to worry about him. Harry took a breath as if bracing himself and began.

"Okay. This may sound very Professor Trelawney," (snicker from Ron),

"But I am hearing voices. One voice, actually. A girl about our age. I first heard her the night before I left the Dursleys," and he proceeded to tell them about his dream. That said, he went on to explain how she had been the one to tell him which way to go and which spells to cast. Ron was staring off into space, lost in thought. Hermione was left feeling more puzzled than before. She voiced her thoughts.

"Well, Harry. She sounds nice enough. She saved you all, definitely. She sounds…well, trustworthy." Ron nodded at her words.

"Yeah. She saved my bacon, so I'm pretty much a believer. Let's be careful, though. I only wish I could hear her, too."

But you can hear me, Ron.

The nape of Ron's neck prickled. His jaw dropped. He heard a faint rushing noise, and glanced over at Harry. Harry's eyes widened with excitement.

"Ron? Can you hear her now, too?" Ron could only nod. He was rigid with shock. Hermione frowned. Ron was hearing her, too? This is way beyond weird, she thought to herself. Then Hermione too heard a whooshing.

Yes, it is weird, came a giggle. Ron had stopped gaping like a clown at an amusement park. Obviously, he had not heard that last statement. Harry smiled crookedly. It seemed to Hermione that Harry had heard it.

"Mione? Did you hear that?" she nodded yes.

Harry, can you be messenger please? Repeat what I say to the others.

Harry grinned lopsidedly, with a funny, resigned look on his features.

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

Let me explain. First, I am your friend. As a matter of fact, I am an honorary member of the Order of the Phoenix. Do not fear me at all. I have powers, which let me speak to others through the mind.

Harry gulped. Ron and Hermione were looking expectantly at him. He said, "She's talking to me. She says not to fear her, because she's our friend. She's in the Order, too. I wonder why no one never told us about her? She said she has powers that let her talk to people through their minds."

Hermione nodded knowledgeably. "She must be telepathic. A clairvoyant. How cool!"

Ron blanched. "If she's a psychic like Trelawney, that's very scary indeed."

In Harry's head, the voice Harry was beginning to get used to giggled again.

I know Professor Trelawney at Hogwarts. She's my friend. But don't worry, I don't predict death quite as frequently.

Harry laughed. "She heard you, Ron. She says she knows Trelawney, and is friends with her. She says not to worry; she doesn't predict death quite as frequently."

I am telepathic. I am here to help you, Harry. I get visions sometimes, and they tell me things that can let me help you. I can speak with anyone, anytime, but more than one person at a time gets tiring for me. I can do it, but it drains me of energy a bit. When I speak with others, you often hear by accident. It doesn't strain me to talk to you. It's like you are on my Speed-dial. Again, she laughed.

Harry spoke. "Basically, she says she gets visions and tells me to be safe. She's really looking out for us. She can talk to anyone, but it's easiest one person at a time. I sometimes hear automatically. She said it's like I'm on her Speed-dial. Apart from me, talking to more than one person at a time tires her out. That explains why I can hear her more than you two."

Ron raised his eyebrows. "Well, that would explain a lot. Although I have no idea what a Speed-Dial is. Must be muggle."

Hermione grinned. "It is muggle- a telephone thing. Well, I have one more question."

What is your question, Hermione? The voice asked.

The brunette giggled nervously. This was still really new to her.

"What's your name?"

The whooshing came back full-force now. By the looks of their faces, Hermione could see that Harry and Ron were tuned in as well.

I wish you all well. I will contact you more frequently than I have been. Try to get used to me so that other people don't know about me. It is very important that you three, Dumbledore, and the others in the Order are the only ones who know about me. VERY important. Remember that I am your friend. Rest now. Have a happy birthday on the 31st, Harry. I'll talk to you later. Be careful.

The voice was sounding tired now, breathless and out of energy. It must be true what she said about talking to different people, thought Harry. She sounds really strained.

"Wait! Don't go!" Hermione cried. "you didn't tell us your name?"

The whooshing was dying down, becoming faint, distant…

I am Annabelle Rose

Call me Rose..

A/N

Hmmm this is a boring start……gets better, I promise.

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