Chapter 4

Harry, Ron, and Ginny flew for a few hours.

"I'm getting bored." said Ginny, who had now recovered from the sadness of before.

"Where are we going anyways Harry?" asked Ron.

"Yeah, we've just been flying around for 3 hours." said Ginny. "Are we going to ever end up somewhere?"

"I think I'm going the right way. I—I have a hunch. I remember that house in my dream in the fourth year. Where Frank died. Maybe Voldemort's moved his secret lair there." said Harry.

"Mental that one." said Ron to Ginny. They didn't know about Harry's old dream.

"Look! There's the sign, Little Hanglton. Come on let's try to land unnoticed."

"And how do we do that?" said Ron.

"I'm not sure. Go down really fast I guess. People may think they're hallucinating if they see a blur."

"And they may think they've gone mental if they see three people flying on brooms." said Ron.

"Ready?" Ginny and Ron nodded. "Let's go!" he yelled and they all zoomed down toward an open clearing.

"Come on," said Harry getting off his broom, "we've got a long way to walk, not to mention find someone at this time in the morning to tell us where the Riddle House is. And we've still got our brooms."

"Hey, let's hide them somewhere, then we could throw your invisibility cloak over it!" suggested Ron.

"I'm afraid we're going to need my invisibility cloak if we're going after Voldemort." said Harry.

"Wait a minute. Ron! Doesn't Aunt Maia live around here?"

"So?"

"We could leave our brooms in her house!"

"Yeah! How bout it Harry?" said Ron.

"We couldn't do that! What will she think if she finds you two and me at her house of all places at this time in the morning with our brooms on a school night?"

"Er—good point." said Ron.

"I've got an idea." said Ginny grinning. "Ok, you see it's very simple. Last time we wrote to Aunt Maia, she had bought what, a hundred brooms of all different kinds? She changed her job to a broom dealer, remember Ron? And she never locks her doors."

"So?" said Ron and Harry.

"So, we can sneak in her house, hide our brooms in her broom closet, the broom closet that she keeps her own brooms in, and sneak out. Then after we get Hermione, we could take back our brooms, actually tell her what we've been up to, and she'll probably give Hermione a broom to ride back on. So what do you say?"

"I guess we have to." said Harry. "It's the only plan we've got."

Hermione woke up and had forgotten where she was. The sound of Lucius Malfoy's voice made her remember.

"Breakfast." he said throwing her a box of half finished old cereal. Hermione caught it and started gobbling fists of it up. Lucius laughed at this.

"You'd better make that last Granger. Your next meal isn't until tomorrow." Hermione's jaw dropped.

"H—how can I go a day without anything but old cereal?" she said.

"I don't know. Tomorrow's stale chips." He laughed his way out the door. Hermione slumped in a corner.

"Should I turn it on My Lord?" she heard him ask.

"No, wait until the others arrive." said the voice.

What others? thought Hermione frantically. They haven't captured Harry and Ron and Ginny have they? HAVE THEY?

"Alright Ginny, you ready?" asked Harry. Ginny nodded.

"Are you sure you know where the broom closet is?" asked Ron. Ginny nodded again.

"GO!" said Harry. Ginny threw the invisibility cloak over herself and quietly opened the door and walked inside. Everything was dark. She loosened her grip on the three brooms. She slowly walked through the dark hallway where they was a small door. She opened that door and walked into a narrow room with brooms neatly hung up on the walls. Some had signs that said Caught the Snitch at the World Cup or Won the Multi Million Race. She passed all of those and walked to the back of the room where there was a bin that said: Not for sale. She put the three brooms in there and turned around to leave when she heard, "Wh-whose there?"

"Oh god!" said Ginny. She turned off the light and ran out of the room, only to find herself face-to-face with her Aunt Maia. Her chubby face was nervous and anxious, and her red hair was in hair curlers. She walked around her aunt while holding her breath and ran out of the house, closing the door silently behind her.

"She's awake!" said Ginny, pulling the cloak off her. "RUN!" Harry grabbed the cloak from her and ran as fast as he could, trying to keep up with Ron and Ginny.

"Hey! Hey guys! That's the house! That's the Riddle House!"