Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They are the property of JKR. The story and Lindsey Roberts is mine. A/N: This is my second Fan Fiction here, please review!

Chapter 11

Harry paced the house franticly looking for something they might need or had forgotten. He sat down on his bed and looked around the room. Sighing and burying his face in his hands he thought about what lay ahead of them.

This was going to be dangerous; I can't believe we are going to actually try to visit this place. A place that hasn't been seen by a witch or wizard in over two-hundred years. He thought as he placed his glasses on the table and rubbed his eyes.

There was a soft knock on the door and Hermione walked in. "Hey..." she said simply smiling at him. Harry smiled back even though he couldn't really see she had smiled at him; he just knew she had. She walked over and sat down next to him on the bed and looked around the room.

It looked like it had been stripped, ransacked. "Do you think you got everything we might need?" she asked a bit hesitant. The news of their departure seemed to hang in the air as some reminder that Ron's life hung in their hands.

Harry grabbed his glasses and put them on and looked around his room. "I hope I got everything important. If not... well we can think about that later."

Everything was quiet for some time. Both not wanting to mouth what was on their minds; and neither having the courage to stand up and leave. Harry placed his hands in his lap and started fidgeting with his fingers. He was about to suggest that they double check quickly and then go and get Buckbeak when a squeaky sob escaped Hermione.

"Hermione... what's wrong?" Harry asked turning to see her with her face buried in her hands. He put his arm around her consolingly and rubbed her back as she cried. "'Mione what's wrong?" he repeated trying to pull some of her brown locks from her face.

She looked up at him with her face tear stained and eyes slightly red and glistening. Harry couldn't help but notice a pull in his stomach as he stared into her beautiful face. "I...I am just so...so worried." she cried softly. "W...what if w...we can't make it in t...time and Ron d...d..." but she couldn't bring herself to say it as a fresh wave of sobs shook her body.

Harry put his arms completely around her, with her head lying on his shoulder as she cried. "Hermione, we are going to make it. Ron is going to be fine, you have nothing to worry about." he told her while running his fingers through her hair. "But w...what if..." Hermione began to say in his neck, but Harry cut her off. "'Mione we don't have any room for what ifs. We need to stay positive for Ron's sake." She nodded in his head but still shook with her sobs. "Don't worry everything is going to be okay. We can get Buckbeak later, just relax for a little bit okay?" he told her rubbing her lower back at the same time. She nodded and continued to bawl in his neck.

Harry sat there with her just holding her and murmuring to her soft words. She continued to cry for the better part of an hour before her sobs subsided. Harry looked down at her face and to his surprise she wasn't crying anymore, but sleeping. She had cried herself to sleep in his arms and Harry didn't have the heart to wake her. Instead he lay back on his bed with her still in his arms. And in no time at all he was sleeping as well.

Lindsey looked at her watch. "They where supposed to get you 3 hours ago!" she said angrily to Buckbeak at her side. "Come on them lets get you inside." as she pulled the door open and led him into their living room.

She looked around and didn't see either of them. The house was completely quiet and Lindsey became very worried as she looked around. All their stuff was still out in the living room, so they hadn't gone anywhere. But what would of made them forget to go and get Buckbeak?

Starting to look through the rooms and becoming increasingly worried, she began to panic. She was about to call to go get someone for help when she opened Harry's room door, and there they where. Fast asleep.

Lindsey's mouth dropped as she stared at them. Hermione's head was on his chest and his arms where rapped around her. "I can't believe this!" she said quietly closing the door and walking back into the living room. "They get mad at me, and there they are fast asleep when there is work to be done!" she ranted as Buckbeak began to tear apart a cushion on their couch.