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Chapter 3:

            "You know something?" asked Harry incredulously to his cousin.  "What could you possibly know about this?"  Dudley stood there stupidly for a moment. 

            "Fine, then.  If you don't want to know, I won't tell you!"  He began to storm from the room, but Lenore stopped him. 

            "Dudley, wait!"  He stopped and turned around, hand on the doorknob.  "Please," pleaded Lenore.  "What do you think you know about this?  Are other people missing or something?"

            Dudley nodded, and Hedwig hooted loudly from the cage.  "Yes."  Harry put down the letter and sat down, looking at Dudley carefully. 

            "Dudley, would you tell us what you know?  But this had better not be a joke or anything- this is important!  If you aren't telling the truth, be warned, I will-"

            "D-don't point that thing at me!" shouted Dudley, frightened, staring at Harry's raised wand.

            "Promise," said Harry darkly. 

            "Fine!  Fine!  I promise I won't lie.  This is only what I've heard- but I can't guarantee that it's all correct, you know…" said Dudley indignantly, taking his hand off of the door and sitting in a chair next to the desk. 

            "Okay," said Harry resignedly.  "I get it.  Tell us what you think you know."

            Dudley nodded in understanding.  This had to be the most cooperative he'd ever been.  "But first I need you to answer some of my questions."  Harry sighed angrily.  There was always a catch. 

            "Fine," said Lenore calmly.  "What do you need us to tell you?"

            Dudley started immediately, without preface of any sort.  "Who's Voldemort?"  Harry and Lenore exchanged helpless looks, as parents would after a child asks where babies come from. 

            "Harry!  How do we answer that?" asked Lenore helplessly inside of Harry's head.

            "I'll take this one, 'Nore… I have some more knowledge of it than you.  And maybe it could help him in some weird way." 

            "Dudley," he said out loud, looking at his cousin.  "Voldemort is a very evil and powerful wizard.  He wants to take over the world, and kill all non-pureblood people.  He tries to kill everyone who goes against him.  He killed my parents, and tried to kill me, but my Mum had saved me by dying for me, and the house was ruined and Voldemort disappeared.  However, he resurfaced in my fourth year because of my parent's old best friend who betrayed them to Voldemort, tried to kill me again, but I got away.  He's been gaining strength ever since then."

            "Oh," said Dudley stupidly.  "How'd you escape all those times?"

            "In my first year Voldemort's host body was killed again by the protection my mother gave me.  In my second year I faced a memory of his younger self and killed a basilisk and the memory.  In my fourth year, I was just lucky enough to reach the portkey in time…"

            "I see.  What's a portkey?"

            Harry sighed.  "Dudley, I really don't think we have the time for-"

            "Harry," cut in Lenore.  "We can at least answer his questions.  Dudley, a portkey is a transportation device Wizards use to get to other places.  They touch it at the time it activates, and a moment later they're in the place it was connected to."  Dudley frowned for a moment before nodding.

            "Right.  Now what's a… a… Mungle?"

            "A muggle?" asked Harry, eyebrows raised.

            "Yeah, that's it," said Dudley.  Harry sighed.  He was so thick!

            "A Muggle is a non-wizard or witch.  Someone with no magical abilities."

            "All right.  Just a few more.  What is Gryffi..thing and Slytherin and Rabenclaw and Huffledork?"

            "Who said Huffledork?" asked Lenore angrily.  "How mean!  I can't imagine anyone who'd say that; especially with some Hufflepuffs who were living there!"  Harry ignored Lenore. 

            "Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw are the four houses people are sorted into at Hogwarts.  Gryffindors are known for bravery; Hufflepuffs for loyalty, though people think that they're kind of dim-witted; Ravenclaws for intelligence, and Slytherins for cunning.  All the dark wizards are Slytherins."  Dudley nodded.

            "That's about all, I suppose.  What are you?" he asked Harry.

            "Lenore and I are both Gryffindors." 

            "Oh," said Dudley. 

            "Now what do you know?" asked Lenore.  "What's happened?  Where could Hermione be?"

            "Well," began Dudley, furrowing his brow in concentration, "during winter break, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who I think are quite nice, even though my parents think they're freaks, were saying that they would be taking Herm-whatever, to Egypt over the summer, and Egypt is where this thing is happening right now.  A pyramid that was open for show, somehow locked itself up, and there were at least a hundred people inside.  No one can supposedly communicate with the outside world, and nobody outside can get in.

            "There are people in there from at least twenty different countries, and there are the workers and everything.  It's been on the news every day.  People have tried to blast it open, or use a drill, but nothing is working!  Not even this expensive drill made out of diamonds.  They don't know if the people inside are even alive.  All of the cameras have stopped working as well."

            "What's a camera?" asked Lenore. 

            "This thing Muggles use for moving pictures," said Harry quickly. 

            "Oh," she said. 

            "Is that all?" asked Harry to Dudley.  He nodded. 

            "Thank you so much," said Lenore seriously.  She turned to Harry, eyes wide, before looking back to Dudley.  "If you want you can hang out with us for awhile; but you may not know what we're talking about." 

            "Er," said Dudley, looking towards the door, "I'm going out to tea… but maybe I'll come back tomorrow."

            "Still beating up ten year olds?" asked Harry.

            "Not since Mark Evans ended up on a roof the first day of summer… I think he's one of you.  Scared the hell out of Piers and them.  See you later," he finished, about to leave the room.

            "Wait!" said Harry loudly.  "That little ten year old ended up on a roof when you were chasing him?"  Dudley nodded.  "His last name is Evans?" asked Harry again.  Dudley sighed exasperatedly.

            "Yes, but why do you care?"

            "Because Evans was our mothers' maiden name!" said Harry pointedly.  Dudley's eyes widened.

            "Oh!  Do you think- do you think he's actually related to us?" he asked questioningly. 

            "I'm going to find out," said Harry, ready to go downstairs and question his Aunt. 

            "But he and his family are traveling abroad…"

            "Oh," said Harry, sighing in defeat.  "We could still find out, though…"

            "Wait," said Lenore.  "Do you know if we could find a list of the people trapped in Egypt?" she directed towards Dudley.  He nodded. 

            "The internet, I suppose."

            "What's that?" asked Harry.  (This is still 1997)

            "It's pretty new," said Dudley.  "Follow me."  He left the room into the narrow hallway and turned into his bedroom, sitting in front of his computer screen as he turned it on.  "There's tons of things you can find on it- it's pretty amazing." 

            Harry was tempted to say that 'amazing' was a pretty big word for Dudley's vocabulary, but decided against it.  After all, he was being nice for once.  When the computer booted up and Dudley signed into the internet, he typed into a search engine "list of people trapped in Egyptian pyramid- 1997."  A list of links popped up, and Dudley clicked one.  A large list of names stood on the computer screen. 

            "Look for names you recognize," Lenore told Harry.  Harry nodded, starting to scan the list.  He spotted the Grangers almost immediately. 

            "Look, 'Nore- There's Hermione…"  Lenore looked over and nodded. 

            "Harry!  There's that Evans kid you were talking about!"  Sure enough, Mark Evans was listed under the names of his parents.  He continued through, seeing at least three families of Muggle-born students. 

            "Something's not right," he said, shaking his head. 

            "Harry!" said Lenore suddenly.  "I know them!  That's Asher's family.  That's Asher!  Oh my goodness- but they're all dead!  How-?"

            "What?" asked Harry, looking to where Lenore was pointing.  "Who's Asher?"

            "Mine and Tabby's other best friend- Harry!  He died!  He died in a terrible attack before I even came here- Oh.  My.  So did she!  That's Bree.  I sort of knew her; she was in the dormitory next door to mine…  There's another one!"  Harry began to panic.  All of these people who were supposedly dead were listed as being in this pyramid…  Plus many people who were alive. 

            "Look," said Harry quietly.  "The Creevey's.  All of them.  And it says here that at least twenty people there are undocumented, according to Muggle records, anyway.  There must be some other witches and wizards!" 

            "Where- is- Lupin?" asked Lenore calmly but with great vindication.  "He must be, like, right on this street.  How else did he answer our letter so quickly?  And what the hell is he doing here?  Are we being watched or something?" 

            "I don't know," said Harry darkly, peering out of Dudley's window as if by instinct.  "They've had tabs on me the past two summers- I wouldn't put it past them…"

            "What do we do?" asked Lenore worriedly.  "This is scaring me…"     

            "Lupin said they were perfectly safe," said Harry unconfidently. 

            "Are you done with the internet?" asked Dudley tentatively.  "Because I really should be getting to Piers' house… and I don't want to be here for the fireworks."

            "Fireworks?" asked Lenore absentmindedly. 

            "Yeah.  When Dad finds out that a wizard is watching our house."

            "Ah," said Lenore, peeking out through the blinds once more.  "Harry?" she asked a moment later.  "Is it just me, or does that cat look remarkably like Professor McGonagall's Animagus form?"  Harry walked towards the window and peered out to see a very stiff cat sitting on Uncle Vernon's car, looking pointedly at another cat, which was one of Arabella Figg's, in the garden below it. 

            "That's McGonagall," sighed Harry.  He was almost positive it was her.  He vaguely wondered if Mrs. Figg's cats were all witches or wizards in disguise, but the thought fled from his mind as he heard a very loud succession of people Apparating into the yard below, all of them in black cloaks. 

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