Chapter 10- Day 4C
Disclaimer I except that by now, most of you know that I am not JKR, so I feel no need to elaborate on the subject... because... it makes me sad... clears throat
A/N Okay, so judging by polls, it's okay to fit in a song later and you want a story with a lot of fluff in it. I just needed to know before this chapter. And I have found out cliffies work quite well. LOL!
Dumbledore quickly muttered an incoherent charm.
"Professor, what charm was that?" asked Hermione, who was rather shocked at running into a spell she didn't recognize.
"Oh, does Ms. Granger not know?" retorted Ron, the mischievous look back in his eyes.
Hermione was about to let slip a witty comment when Professor Dumbledore cut in.
"It is a spell that shall make it seem as if we are talking about everyday things when really we are not."
"I should learn that spell." Muttered Ron. Hermione had heard and glared at Ron. She had caught his meaning.
"As we all know, Harry Potter was attacked while at Mueshke Village. The Ministry of Magic is working out the details..."
"The Ministry of Magic?" asked Ron, slightly puzzled.
But before Dumbledore could answer, Hermione interrupted again. "I'm sorry. This is the last interruption, I promise. But what will people think we're talking about?"
"Why, Quidditch naturally." Answered the wise professor. Ron couldn't help but smirk. Hermione simply nodded her head and took another drink of butterbeer.
"We do know for a fact that Death Eaters were behind this. It was not Lord Voldemort, but rather one of his followers. It is believed that after you 2 had left the house, Death Eaters surrounded it. After waiting an approximated hour, they attacked."
"What curse did they use?"
"They tortured him. He is not dead. They wanted to know the whereabouts..."
"The whereabouts of who?" asked Hermione, becoming nervous.
"The whereabouts of you, Miss Granger." Said Dumbledore sadly.
Hermione turned pale and unknowingly grabbed Ron's hand for support.
"Why her?" asked Ron in a protective voice, clutching her hand tighter underneath the table.
"I do not think it matters but as you know, you're family has ancient magical protection. Miss Granger does not have that." Replied Dumbledore, looking truly sad.
"Well, isn't there anything we can do? Anything? Some spell... charm..." Ron was now squeezing her hand so hard, Hermione wouldn't have been surprised if it broke. But she didn't mind.
Ron was crimson with anger and fear.
"The Ministry is looking into that..."
"The Ministry?! It's going to take them months, maybe years... who knows?! Ron had now instinctively reached for her other hand.
"Mr. Weasley, I agree with you. Which is why I'm giving you the opportunity to do it. I won't be able to. I'm going to be dealing with the Minister."
Hermione by chance glanced at Ron. It was then she saw him mouth the words. 'Anything for 'Mione.' She knew she wasn't supposed to see that, but afterwards, she couldn't lift her gave off Ron.
"Mr. Potter is fine, he is in St. Mungo's recovering. If Ms. Weasley wants to go pay him a visit."
"She'd like that." Muttered Hermione, finding that Speck was indeed intriguing.
"I am so sorry this had to happen, Especially you're first year out of Hogwarts. I can only wish you the best of luck. The Minister seems to be keeping a close eye on me these days."
Both Ron and Hermione laughed at this joke. Dumbledore and Fudge had gotten over their differences but the Daily Prophet would always make dry jokes like these. However, they actually seemed funny when Dumbledore told them.
With that, Dumbledore apparated. If Ron hadn't been too busy thinking up a way to protect Hermione and if she hadn't been busy thinking of how to tell Ginny, they might have noticed the small bit of parchment Dumbledore had left on the floor for them. Hermione, being the perfectionist she was, thoughtlessly picked it up and stuffed it into her pocket, only intending it to leave when it would make its appearance in the trashcan.
Ron held on protectively to her hand as they made their way out of The Three Broomsticks.
"Ron?" Said Hermione, considering the situation was blushing for a rather strange reason, turned to speak to him.
Yes, I know I made you wait forever for an impossibly short chappie. I'm fixing my last one thanks to my great beta! I might not write for a while because I'm going out of town but I'll post 3 count 'em 3 chapters when I get back. Read, review, recommend...
Tabytha
Disclaimer I except that by now, most of you know that I am not JKR, so I feel no need to elaborate on the subject... because... it makes me sad... clears throat
A/N Okay, so judging by polls, it's okay to fit in a song later and you want a story with a lot of fluff in it. I just needed to know before this chapter. And I have found out cliffies work quite well. LOL!
Dumbledore quickly muttered an incoherent charm.
"Professor, what charm was that?" asked Hermione, who was rather shocked at running into a spell she didn't recognize.
"Oh, does Ms. Granger not know?" retorted Ron, the mischievous look back in his eyes.
Hermione was about to let slip a witty comment when Professor Dumbledore cut in.
"It is a spell that shall make it seem as if we are talking about everyday things when really we are not."
"I should learn that spell." Muttered Ron. Hermione had heard and glared at Ron. She had caught his meaning.
"As we all know, Harry Potter was attacked while at Mueshke Village. The Ministry of Magic is working out the details..."
"The Ministry of Magic?" asked Ron, slightly puzzled.
But before Dumbledore could answer, Hermione interrupted again. "I'm sorry. This is the last interruption, I promise. But what will people think we're talking about?"
"Why, Quidditch naturally." Answered the wise professor. Ron couldn't help but smirk. Hermione simply nodded her head and took another drink of butterbeer.
"We do know for a fact that Death Eaters were behind this. It was not Lord Voldemort, but rather one of his followers. It is believed that after you 2 had left the house, Death Eaters surrounded it. After waiting an approximated hour, they attacked."
"What curse did they use?"
"They tortured him. He is not dead. They wanted to know the whereabouts..."
"The whereabouts of who?" asked Hermione, becoming nervous.
"The whereabouts of you, Miss Granger." Said Dumbledore sadly.
Hermione turned pale and unknowingly grabbed Ron's hand for support.
"Why her?" asked Ron in a protective voice, clutching her hand tighter underneath the table.
"I do not think it matters but as you know, you're family has ancient magical protection. Miss Granger does not have that." Replied Dumbledore, looking truly sad.
"Well, isn't there anything we can do? Anything? Some spell... charm..." Ron was now squeezing her hand so hard, Hermione wouldn't have been surprised if it broke. But she didn't mind.
Ron was crimson with anger and fear.
"The Ministry is looking into that..."
"The Ministry?! It's going to take them months, maybe years... who knows?! Ron had now instinctively reached for her other hand.
"Mr. Weasley, I agree with you. Which is why I'm giving you the opportunity to do it. I won't be able to. I'm going to be dealing with the Minister."
Hermione by chance glanced at Ron. It was then she saw him mouth the words. 'Anything for 'Mione.' She knew she wasn't supposed to see that, but afterwards, she couldn't lift her gave off Ron.
"Mr. Potter is fine, he is in St. Mungo's recovering. If Ms. Weasley wants to go pay him a visit."
"She'd like that." Muttered Hermione, finding that Speck was indeed intriguing.
"I am so sorry this had to happen, Especially you're first year out of Hogwarts. I can only wish you the best of luck. The Minister seems to be keeping a close eye on me these days."
Both Ron and Hermione laughed at this joke. Dumbledore and Fudge had gotten over their differences but the Daily Prophet would always make dry jokes like these. However, they actually seemed funny when Dumbledore told them.
With that, Dumbledore apparated. If Ron hadn't been too busy thinking up a way to protect Hermione and if she hadn't been busy thinking of how to tell Ginny, they might have noticed the small bit of parchment Dumbledore had left on the floor for them. Hermione, being the perfectionist she was, thoughtlessly picked it up and stuffed it into her pocket, only intending it to leave when it would make its appearance in the trashcan.
Ron held on protectively to her hand as they made their way out of The Three Broomsticks.
"Ron?" Said Hermione, considering the situation was blushing for a rather strange reason, turned to speak to him.
Yes, I know I made you wait forever for an impossibly short chappie. I'm fixing my last one thanks to my great beta! I might not write for a while because I'm going out of town but I'll post 3 count 'em 3 chapters when I get back. Read, review, recommend...
Tabytha