"So he hasn't written back to you either?" Hermione Granger asked her friend Ron Weasly over the telephone.
"Nope," he replied sounding unconcerned. "That's not like Harry," Hermione said nervously, twirling the cord around her finger. "Listen, Hermione," Ron said calmly. "Harry's got a lot to deal with right now. Just give him some time. He'll come around."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Course, I am."
Hermione snorted.
"Look, I'd better go. I'm not supposed to be using dad's phellytone-"
"Telephone."
"Whatever. Later Hermione."
"Bye, Ron." Hermione sighed and hung up the phone. Ron was right. Harry had been through a lot lately, but still- She jumped as something tapped against her window.
"Hedwig!" She leapt up, eagerly to let the owl in. Hedwig hopped onto the bed and dropped a note in Hermione's open hand.
She unfolded it and felt her excitement drain away as she realized it wasn't Harry's handwriting. But as she began to read her heartbeat quickened.
To Whom It May Concern,
Harry Potter may be in serious danger.
If this information means anything to you
Pleas send someone to #4 Privet Dr.
Little Whinging, Surrey
Signed,
Petunia Dursley
Hermione went pale and dropped the letter. Then, hoping it wasn't too late, picked up the phone and dialed the Weasly's number.