Harry Potter and the Rise of the Dark Lord
by: LogicalRaven
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Anticipation
Harry nearly jumped out of his skin, when he opened his eyes. There was Ron leaned over him. As Harry startled so did Ron, and both boys let out a terrified scream. In the midst of their shock, the covers flew off t he bed, exposing the lump next to Harry, which had been hidden by the blankets. The knot had been what Ron was exploring before Harry waking up interrupted him.
"What the bloody hell are you doing!?" Harry exclaimed. " What the bloody hell are you doing!? I didn't know what that knot was!" Ron rebutted.
Cho was looking at both boys with an expression between surprise and panic. Neither her nor Harry were quite sure what Ron's reaction to her overnight stay might be.
"I'm sorry, but me and Harry were talking last night, and we must have fallen asleep," Cho pleaded, causing Ron to laugh. "I don't care about that, I was afraid Harry had grown some sort of appendage or worse," Ron confessed.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Cho returned to her own bedroom with Hermione and Ginny. If she were lucky, the two girls hadn't woken up yet, but Harry knew that was highly unlikely, since Hermione was an extremely early riser.
"You could have warned me before I gave myself a heart attack," Ron snapped as she disappeared out the door. "It was late, you were already asleep," Harry replied .
Ron looked like he wanted to say something than stopped, "Do you realized what my mum would say if she finds out?" "I can imagine," Harry grinned.
The two boys swiftly got dresses and proceeded down stairs to grab a bit to eat. Sitting with her arms crosses graciously in front of her was Hermione Granger; she had one of those 'I'm about to give you a lecture look.'
"Morning Hermione," Harry greeted pleasantly, hoping she'd just let whatever was on her mind just pass. "I can't believe you sometimes, you're just as bad as Ron," Hermione snapped. "Good morning to you too," Ron said in offense.
Harry sighed, "What did I do this time?" "Harry, how could you start a fight with Cho about Eros Raymer, it isn't her fault he's her mentor. She was a mess last night, and this morning when I woke-up I couldn't find her anywhere. Cho choose to stay with you instead of returning to her parents. Do you have any idea why?"
Ron laughed so hard; his orange juice (which he had just taken a drink of) almost came out of his nose.
Hermione huffed and reared on Ron, "I don't think it's the least bit funny. No wonder you can't find a girl." "I can find plenty of girls," Ron snapped, trying to dust the spilt orange juice off the front of his tee shirt. "Yes, I've noticed all them lining up outside your door ready to bust it down," Hermione remarked sarcastically. "Harry, you are absolutely forbidden from taking anymore romantic advice from that insensitive wart sitting next to you."
"Hey," Ron defended, "What is this, beat Ron down day?"
Ginny, who had appeared next to Hermione in the middle of the battle, grinned, "She's just a little anxious about the arrival of the Hogwart's letters. I mean normally they come at the end of July; it's almost the end of August."
"It's because Dumbledore isn't going to be active Headmaster this year, I'm sure it's taking a while to readjust everything," Harry replied casually, as if it were old news.
"What?" all three of them said in unison.
Harry looked slightly dumbfounded, "You guys hadn't heard?"
"No, who's going to be Headmaster if Dumbledore isn't?" Hermione pressed.
"McGonagall, I don't have the slightly inkling who's going to be taking over her position as deputy head mistress though," Harry answered.
Ginny frowned, "I don't want Dumbledore to leave, how could he do something like that?"
"He told me he wants to dedicate more time to the Order, and that Hogwarts needed a full time Headmaster. I personally think it's because of the attack last year," Harry answered back.
The group fell quite; Harry hadn't really asked how the victims of the Dementor's kisses were fairing. He honestly didn't want to know. He had enough on his conscience with three deaths on his shoulders; he didn't need the additional weight.
"Did you hear about the students who were attacked last year?" Ron asked Harry. "I didn't ask," Harry said in a monotone.
"Two of them were just first year, it was the first time they had ever seen Dementors. Probably didn't even know what hit them," Ron continued.
Hermione shook her head, "They're all at St. Mungo. Nobodies has every really tired to undo a Dementor's kiss before. From everything I've read, it sounds hopeless."
Hopeless, now that was a word Harry was getting accustomed to. It seemed everything having to do with Lord Voldemort and the darkness covering the wizarding world could be described with the word hopeless.
"I don't know why you're so anxious about getting our stupid letter Hermione, they say the same things everything year," Ron suddenly spat.
"She's anxious to see if she made Head Girl," Ginny teased.
Harry and Ron both gave each other a look; everyone knew Hermione was a shoe in.
****
It was another two days before the Hogwart's letters actually arrived. While sitting at the breakfast table four large barn owls had delivered them. Hermione sat there with her letter nervously in her hands. She had a look like she didn't want to open it up.
"Hermione dear, I've never seen you so nervous about receiving your Hogwart's letter before," Mrs. Weasley said.
"She's never been a seventh year before with a possibility of making Head Girl either," Ron commented.
Hermione flashed Ron a dangerous look. Harry had to laugh, those two had been bickering more the past few days than Harry had ever seen them do. He suspected the 'scarlet woman' comments had pushed Hermione over the edge. He peeled back the Hogwart's crest, sealing his letter. As Harry started to pull out his letter he dropped it to the floor in shock.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley asked, as Harry's letter with the floor with a loud clunk.
Ron bent over picking it up, "Bloody hell, you've made Head Boy Harry! I didn't see that one coming."
"Oh Harry, that's wonderful," Cho gleamed, giving Harry a hug.
"Ronald, watch your language. Congratulations dear," Mrs. Weasley voiced in.
During the excitement, Hermione had disappeared from the kitchen. Harry stared at his new badge in Ron's hand. Some Head he was going to make. He was going to be supervised every waking moment, what in the world was McGonagall thinking. Just then it hit him, they probably made him head just to annoy Fudge.
"Where did Hermione go?" Ron suddenly asked, "I want to see if she got her badge too."
Ginny glared at Ron, "She didn't get one, do you think she would have run off if she had?" "Don't ask me to figure out the way Granger's mind works! I figured she dashed off to go polish it," Ron retorted.
Harry sighed taking his badge from Ron, still in shock, "We best go find her." "Ron can do that dear. Tonks should be here any minuet, we're going to work on your apparating a bit more today, Dumbledore wants you to take the test before returning to Hogwarts," Mrs. Weasley announced, clearing their plates from in front of them with a flick of her wand.
"Me?" Ron asked suddenly, "Why can't Ginny do it?" "Because I'm going to practice with Harry, I do turn seventeen in December," Ginny answered.
"I'd come with you Ron, but I'm studying with Master Raymer this morning," Cho said nervously, letting her eyes rest on Harry.
Ron muttered under his breath a few choice words before pushing out the door. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley both shook their heads.
"You think for someone who begged to let her come over, he'd be a little more enthusiastic about talking to her," Mrs. Weasley commented.
Tonks arrived her usual ten minuets late. After falling over a kitchen chair, her and Mrs. Weasley began the apparating lesson.
"Okay, now Harry apparating can be quite dangerous if you don't concentrate. The spell itself is quite simple, but like flooing if you don't clarify what your intent is, it doesn't work properly," Mrs. Weasley began.
"Do I have to say a spell? I thought you could apparate without the use of a wand?" Harry asked.
"Oh, yes you can. You only need your wand for the first travel; afterwards you can apparate at will without the use of your wand. The initial spell can be tricky, and normally is the most dangerous part," Tonks answered.
Mrs. Weasley cleared the table out of the living room by transfiguring it into a cup and gave them some room to practice. Ginny looked anxiously at her mother, since she wasn't seventeen yet, she couldn't actually attempt to apparate, but she could learn the basics so she'd be better prepared.
"It is a three step process. The first step is making your self disappear, aborti concho vesti ," Mrs. Weasley instructed. "The second part is to reappear, phanta concho vesti , and of course the third part is selecting the location you want to appear at , loco colous panto ."
"You need to concentrate now Harry. Flick your wand three times then say Aborti Concho Vesti, Phanta Concho Vesti, Loco Colous Panto Mentum . You should reappear back in the same place," Tonks instructed.
Harry stared at the two women in disbelief, "What if I don't pronounce the spell correctly?" "Oh don't be concerned with that, if you say it wrong you just won't apparate, you need to make sure you clear your mind when you say it, and concentrate on making your entire self reappear," Mrs. Weasley fussed.
Harry pulled out his wand nervously and started the spell, " Abori Conco Vesti, Fatant Conco Vesti, Looc Colous Panto Menum ."
Nothing happened.
"Now Harry, pay attention. It's Aborti Concho Vesti, Phanta Concho Vesti, Loco Colous Panto Mentum . Use strong forceful flicks, and articulate each word clearly," Mrs. Weasley instructed.
Harry nodded, " Aborti Conco ."
" Concho," Ginny corrected.
" Aborti Concho Vesti, Phanta Concho Vesti, Loco Colous Panto Mentum ," Harry said forcefully.
His head began to swim as the room dissolved before his eyes. It was like he wasn't even a physical form anymore. He could see Tonks, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley in a blurry distort of an image. It was like he was looking at an abstract painting. He closed his eyes, telling himself to concentrate. It seemed like an eternity but the room slowly came back into focus.
"Excellent Harry, not bad for a first attempt," Tonks said happily.
"You left your glasses, but you reappeared so quickly that they didn't fall," Ginny laughed.
"How long was I gone?" Harry asked readjusting his glasses on his face.
"Just a fraction of a second," Mrs. Weasley nodded. "Let's give it another try, and this time take your glasses with you dear, it's hard to see where your going if you can't see."
" Aborti Concho Vesti, Phanta Concho Vesti, Loco Colous Panto Mentum ,"
Again the room swirled but everything stayed in focus this time. It was like he was looking through a thick fog, and he felt himself begin to chill.
"Concentrate," he lectured himself, again the room came back.
"You're not taking everything with you. Imagine how embarrassing it would be to appear without your cloths dear," Mrs. Weasley laughed.
"I left my cloths that time, didn't I?" Harry asked.
All three of the ladies laughed.
Harry crinced his face in a look of determination, " Aborti Concho Vesti, Phanta Concho Vesti, Loco Colous Panto Mentum!"
The sensation was becoming familiar as he saw the room distort again. He kept trying to concentrate on everything that was on him or part of him. Not just his cloths or glasses, he concentrated on disappearing and appearing fully.
"Harry, you did it! That was perfect! It takes most wizards days to perfect the art of apparting in a solitary location," Tonks clapped.
"Well, good thing he's catching on quickly, he doesn't have days to perfect it. He needs to take his test next week," Mrs. Weasley added. "Again Harry."
Harry spent nearly an hour appearing and disappearing in the same location, most of the time he could bring everything with him, but occasionally he'd let his mind slip. He forgot his hand on one attempt, and had to concentrate on not panicking. Tonks told him that it was okay to forget body parts when you were doing short apparitions in a single location, but if he tried any distance whatsoever it could cause serious damage. That is why when Mrs. Weasley made mention they should move on his stomach sank.
"Now Harry, at the end of the spell don't say Mentum, instead replace it with ubivoli colous ," Tonks told him.
"And?" Harry said nervously.
"And, you need to concentrate a bit more. You have to concentrate on brining yourself complete and the location you want to appear. See the sink over there. Try to make yourself appear by the sink. Remember ubivoli colous," Mrs. Weasley added.
Harry closed his eyes, willing every ounce of himself to concentrate, " Aborti Concho Vesti, Phanta Concho Vesti, Loco Colous Panto Ubivoli Colous ."
Harry felt the same liquefied sensation accompanied by a sudden rush of wind. It took him completely off guard, and he lost his focus. The wind blew violently against his face as he felt a sense of apprehension rushing through his veins. Suddenly the gale subsided and the room slowly came into focus.
Harry lost his balance as he saw two figures jump apart at lightning speed. His first reaction was to make sure he still had his cloths, which he did.
"Harry, what are you doing up here?" Hermione demanded, as if she had been caught doing something terribly embarrassing.
Ron was the color of a ripe apple as he looked nervously at Harry.
"I was apparating, I must have lost focus because I was trying to appear by the kitchen sink," Harry muttered picking himself off the floor.
"We weren't doing anything," Hermione interjected defensively, looking at Ron apprehensively.
"Huh?" Harry asked puzzled, when the bedroom door busted open.
"Oh, thank Merlin, I thought I heard you appear up here," Mrs. Weasley sighed placing a hand on her chest.
Tonks smirked, "You gave us a bit of a scare Harry."
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Anticipation
Harry nearly jumped out of his skin, when he opened his eyes. There was Ron leaned over him. As Harry startled so did Ron, and both boys let out a terrified scream. In the midst of their shock, the covers flew off t he bed, exposing the lump next to Harry, which had been hidden by the blankets. The knot had been what Ron was exploring before Harry waking up interrupted him.
"What the bloody hell are you doing!?" Harry exclaimed. " What the bloody hell are you doing!? I didn't know what that knot was!" Ron rebutted.
Cho was looking at both boys with an expression between surprise and panic. Neither her nor Harry were quite sure what Ron's reaction to her overnight stay might be.
"I'm sorry, but me and Harry were talking last night, and we must have fallen asleep," Cho pleaded, causing Ron to laugh. "I don't care about that, I was afraid Harry had grown some sort of appendage or worse," Ron confessed.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Cho returned to her own bedroom with Hermione and Ginny. If she were lucky, the two girls hadn't woken up yet, but Harry knew that was highly unlikely, since Hermione was an extremely early riser.
"You could have warned me before I gave myself a heart attack," Ron snapped as she disappeared out the door. "It was late, you were already asleep," Harry replied .
Ron looked like he wanted to say something than stopped, "Do you realized what my mum would say if she finds out?" "I can imagine," Harry grinned.
The two boys swiftly got dresses and proceeded down stairs to grab a bit to eat. Sitting with her arms crosses graciously in front of her was Hermione Granger; she had one of those 'I'm about to give you a lecture look.'
"Morning Hermione," Harry greeted pleasantly, hoping she'd just let whatever was on her mind just pass. "I can't believe you sometimes, you're just as bad as Ron," Hermione snapped. "Good morning to you too," Ron said in offense.
Harry sighed, "What did I do this time?" "Harry, how could you start a fight with Cho about Eros Raymer, it isn't her fault he's her mentor. She was a mess last night, and this morning when I woke-up I couldn't find her anywhere. Cho choose to stay with you instead of returning to her parents. Do you have any idea why?"
Ron laughed so hard; his orange juice (which he had just taken a drink of) almost came out of his nose.
Hermione huffed and reared on Ron, "I don't think it's the least bit funny. No wonder you can't find a girl." "I can find plenty of girls," Ron snapped, trying to dust the spilt orange juice off the front of his tee shirt. "Yes, I've noticed all them lining up outside your door ready to bust it down," Hermione remarked sarcastically. "Harry, you are absolutely forbidden from taking anymore romantic advice from that insensitive wart sitting next to you."
"Hey," Ron defended, "What is this, beat Ron down day?"
Ginny, who had appeared next to Hermione in the middle of the battle, grinned, "She's just a little anxious about the arrival of the Hogwart's letters. I mean normally they come at the end of July; it's almost the end of August."
"It's because Dumbledore isn't going to be active Headmaster this year, I'm sure it's taking a while to readjust everything," Harry replied casually, as if it were old news.
"What?" all three of them said in unison.
Harry looked slightly dumbfounded, "You guys hadn't heard?"
"No, who's going to be Headmaster if Dumbledore isn't?" Hermione pressed.
"McGonagall, I don't have the slightly inkling who's going to be taking over her position as deputy head mistress though," Harry answered.
Ginny frowned, "I don't want Dumbledore to leave, how could he do something like that?"
"He told me he wants to dedicate more time to the Order, and that Hogwarts needed a full time Headmaster. I personally think it's because of the attack last year," Harry answered back.
The group fell quite; Harry hadn't really asked how the victims of the Dementor's kisses were fairing. He honestly didn't want to know. He had enough on his conscience with three deaths on his shoulders; he didn't need the additional weight.
"Did you hear about the students who were attacked last year?" Ron asked Harry. "I didn't ask," Harry said in a monotone.
"Two of them were just first year, it was the first time they had ever seen Dementors. Probably didn't even know what hit them," Ron continued.
Hermione shook her head, "They're all at St. Mungo. Nobodies has every really tired to undo a Dementor's kiss before. From everything I've read, it sounds hopeless."
Hopeless, now that was a word Harry was getting accustomed to. It seemed everything having to do with Lord Voldemort and the darkness covering the wizarding world could be described with the word hopeless.
"I don't know why you're so anxious about getting our stupid letter Hermione, they say the same things everything year," Ron suddenly spat.
"She's anxious to see if she made Head Girl," Ginny teased.
Harry and Ron both gave each other a look; everyone knew Hermione was a shoe in.
****
It was another two days before the Hogwart's letters actually arrived. While sitting at the breakfast table four large barn owls had delivered them. Hermione sat there with her letter nervously in her hands. She had a look like she didn't want to open it up.
"Hermione dear, I've never seen you so nervous about receiving your Hogwart's letter before," Mrs. Weasley said.
"She's never been a seventh year before with a possibility of making Head Girl either," Ron commented.
Hermione flashed Ron a dangerous look. Harry had to laugh, those two had been bickering more the past few days than Harry had ever seen them do. He suspected the 'scarlet woman' comments had pushed Hermione over the edge. He peeled back the Hogwart's crest, sealing his letter. As Harry started to pull out his letter he dropped it to the floor in shock.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley asked, as Harry's letter with the floor with a loud clunk.
Ron bent over picking it up, "Bloody hell, you've made Head Boy Harry! I didn't see that one coming."
"Oh Harry, that's wonderful," Cho gleamed, giving Harry a hug.
"Ronald, watch your language. Congratulations dear," Mrs. Weasley voiced in.
During the excitement, Hermione had disappeared from the kitchen. Harry stared at his new badge in Ron's hand. Some Head he was going to make. He was going to be supervised every waking moment, what in the world was McGonagall thinking. Just then it hit him, they probably made him head just to annoy Fudge.
"Where did Hermione go?" Ron suddenly asked, "I want to see if she got her badge too."
Ginny glared at Ron, "She didn't get one, do you think she would have run off if she had?" "Don't ask me to figure out the way Granger's mind works! I figured she dashed off to go polish it," Ron retorted.
Harry sighed taking his badge from Ron, still in shock, "We best go find her." "Ron can do that dear. Tonks should be here any minuet, we're going to work on your apparating a bit more today, Dumbledore wants you to take the test before returning to Hogwarts," Mrs. Weasley announced, clearing their plates from in front of them with a flick of her wand.
"Me?" Ron asked suddenly, "Why can't Ginny do it?" "Because I'm going to practice with Harry, I do turn seventeen in December," Ginny answered.
"I'd come with you Ron, but I'm studying with Master Raymer this morning," Cho said nervously, letting her eyes rest on Harry.
Ron muttered under his breath a few choice words before pushing out the door. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley both shook their heads.
"You think for someone who begged to let her come over, he'd be a little more enthusiastic about talking to her," Mrs. Weasley commented.
Tonks arrived her usual ten minuets late. After falling over a kitchen chair, her and Mrs. Weasley began the apparating lesson.
"Okay, now Harry apparating can be quite dangerous if you don't concentrate. The spell itself is quite simple, but like flooing if you don't clarify what your intent is, it doesn't work properly," Mrs. Weasley began.
"Do I have to say a spell? I thought you could apparate without the use of a wand?" Harry asked.
"Oh, yes you can. You only need your wand for the first travel; afterwards you can apparate at will without the use of your wand. The initial spell can be tricky, and normally is the most dangerous part," Tonks answered.
Mrs. Weasley cleared the table out of the living room by transfiguring it into a cup and gave them some room to practice. Ginny looked anxiously at her mother, since she wasn't seventeen yet, she couldn't actually attempt to apparate, but she could learn the basics so she'd be better prepared.
"It is a three step process. The first step is making your self disappear, aborti concho vesti ," Mrs. Weasley instructed. "The second part is to reappear, phanta concho vesti , and of course the third part is selecting the location you want to appear at , loco colous panto ."
"You need to concentrate now Harry. Flick your wand three times then say Aborti Concho Vesti, Phanta Concho Vesti, Loco Colous Panto Mentum . You should reappear back in the same place," Tonks instructed.
Harry stared at the two women in disbelief, "What if I don't pronounce the spell correctly?" "Oh don't be concerned with that, if you say it wrong you just won't apparate, you need to make sure you clear your mind when you say it, and concentrate on making your entire self reappear," Mrs. Weasley fussed.
Harry pulled out his wand nervously and started the spell, " Abori Conco Vesti, Fatant Conco Vesti, Looc Colous Panto Menum ."
Nothing happened.
"Now Harry, pay attention. It's Aborti Concho Vesti, Phanta Concho Vesti, Loco Colous Panto Mentum . Use strong forceful flicks, and articulate each word clearly," Mrs. Weasley instructed.
Harry nodded, " Aborti Conco ."
" Concho," Ginny corrected.
" Aborti Concho Vesti, Phanta Concho Vesti, Loco Colous Panto Mentum ," Harry said forcefully.
His head began to swim as the room dissolved before his eyes. It was like he wasn't even a physical form anymore. He could see Tonks, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley in a blurry distort of an image. It was like he was looking at an abstract painting. He closed his eyes, telling himself to concentrate. It seemed like an eternity but the room slowly came back into focus.
"Excellent Harry, not bad for a first attempt," Tonks said happily.
"You left your glasses, but you reappeared so quickly that they didn't fall," Ginny laughed.
"How long was I gone?" Harry asked readjusting his glasses on his face.
"Just a fraction of a second," Mrs. Weasley nodded. "Let's give it another try, and this time take your glasses with you dear, it's hard to see where your going if you can't see."
" Aborti Concho Vesti, Phanta Concho Vesti, Loco Colous Panto Mentum ,"
Again the room swirled but everything stayed in focus this time. It was like he was looking through a thick fog, and he felt himself begin to chill.
"Concentrate," he lectured himself, again the room came back.
"You're not taking everything with you. Imagine how embarrassing it would be to appear without your cloths dear," Mrs. Weasley laughed.
"I left my cloths that time, didn't I?" Harry asked.
All three of the ladies laughed.
Harry crinced his face in a look of determination, " Aborti Concho Vesti, Phanta Concho Vesti, Loco Colous Panto Mentum!"
The sensation was becoming familiar as he saw the room distort again. He kept trying to concentrate on everything that was on him or part of him. Not just his cloths or glasses, he concentrated on disappearing and appearing fully.
"Harry, you did it! That was perfect! It takes most wizards days to perfect the art of apparting in a solitary location," Tonks clapped.
"Well, good thing he's catching on quickly, he doesn't have days to perfect it. He needs to take his test next week," Mrs. Weasley added. "Again Harry."
Harry spent nearly an hour appearing and disappearing in the same location, most of the time he could bring everything with him, but occasionally he'd let his mind slip. He forgot his hand on one attempt, and had to concentrate on not panicking. Tonks told him that it was okay to forget body parts when you were doing short apparitions in a single location, but if he tried any distance whatsoever it could cause serious damage. That is why when Mrs. Weasley made mention they should move on his stomach sank.
"Now Harry, at the end of the spell don't say Mentum, instead replace it with ubivoli colous ," Tonks told him.
"And?" Harry said nervously.
"And, you need to concentrate a bit more. You have to concentrate on brining yourself complete and the location you want to appear. See the sink over there. Try to make yourself appear by the sink. Remember ubivoli colous," Mrs. Weasley added.
Harry closed his eyes, willing every ounce of himself to concentrate, " Aborti Concho Vesti, Phanta Concho Vesti, Loco Colous Panto Ubivoli Colous ."
Harry felt the same liquefied sensation accompanied by a sudden rush of wind. It took him completely off guard, and he lost his focus. The wind blew violently against his face as he felt a sense of apprehension rushing through his veins. Suddenly the gale subsided and the room slowly came into focus.
Harry lost his balance as he saw two figures jump apart at lightning speed. His first reaction was to make sure he still had his cloths, which he did.
"Harry, what are you doing up here?" Hermione demanded, as if she had been caught doing something terribly embarrassing.
Ron was the color of a ripe apple as he looked nervously at Harry.
"I was apparating, I must have lost focus because I was trying to appear by the kitchen sink," Harry muttered picking himself off the floor.
"We weren't doing anything," Hermione interjected defensively, looking at Ron apprehensively.
"Huh?" Harry asked puzzled, when the bedroom door busted open.
"Oh, thank Merlin, I thought I heard you appear up here," Mrs. Weasley sighed placing a hand on her chest.
Tonks smirked, "You gave us a bit of a scare Harry."