Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked up the stairs leading to the Gryffindor Tower. They had just consumed nearly their body weight in food at the Beginning Of Term Feast. They were starting their fourth year at Hogwarts and were extremely happy.
This year the sorting ceremony went well. There was no hysteria on the train, and for this the trio was extremely thankful. There was six new male Gryffindors and seven new female Gryffindors.
When they reached the Common Room the trio went to sleep they, well at least Hermione, were eager to start classes the next day.
The next morning started just like any other one. The birds were chirping, and somewhere in the distance Harry could hear Fang, or some other dog, barking. Every time he heard it somewhere inside him he felt a little hope that Sirius was still alive, but in Harry's mind he came to realize Sirius was dead and wasn't coming back. This, no matter how much it saddened him, was the reality.
The first class of the day was Defense Against The Dark Arts the new teacher, Professor Denison, was ok. This term they were focusing there attention on vampires and how to distinguish one from a normal person. They also did a short lesson on how to defend yourself from one, if you were unlucky enough to run into one.
After Defense Against the Dark Arts they had charms, which also went well. Then the rest of the day flew by.
Later that night after dinner, everyone lay in their beds, except Hermione who was up doing homework, when there was huge bash at the front of the common room, it was coming from the hallway in front of the Fat Lady.
Hermione grabbed her wand and went to investigate. but just as she got to the portrait it burst open and Hermione fell on the floor and knew no more.
The next morning Hermione woke up in the Hospital Wing hovering over her was Professor Dumbledore who had a weary look on his face.
"Mrs. Granger I'm glad to see you came around." He said.
"Professor," she said"what happened,"
"Well, this does very much sadden me, but Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley have been taken, by whom we do not know. But we have tons of people looking for them, nearly the hole Ministry, I'm sorry there is nothing else we can do,"
Hermione put her head in her hands and wept. Slowly crying herself to sleep.