Chapter 30
"Camping in the Woods"
Harry loaded his bag with food, water, blankets, and more. He would be leaving soon with the Order to journey to France. Dumbledore had given word to them that Hermione had mentioned a large manor belonging to a Montague family where Voldemort and his Death Eaters were hiding out.
"I'll get that bastard." said Harry, checking his robe pocket to make sure he had his wand and other things.
He was at Hogwarts in Dumbledore's office. He was cussing to himself, ignoring the clicking of tongues from the older Order members. Moody, Lupin, Ron, Mr. Weasley, Tonks, Snape, Ron, Dumbledore, and a few other people were preparing to journey to France. McGonnagal would be in charge of the school until Dumbledore returned. They would travel by floo powder to Eiffel Station, an old train station use by wizards and witches. Then they would travel by foot to the manor. Dumbledore said he had a pretty good idea where it was located.
"Alright everyone," said Dumbledore, "is everyone ready to go?"
A murmur of yes's rose in the room.
"Alright, let's all go in pairs of two. Remember, stay at the Eiffel Station until everyone is there."
Ron and Harry waited patiently as two at a time went.
"Don't worry Harry, I'm sure Mione is alright. She's got brains and enough sense to stay clear of trouble." said Ron.
"Yeah, yeah. Maybe you're right." said Harry as he and Ron stepped into the fireplace.
"Eiffel Station!" they both said.
The world went spinning around. Harry hated traveling through the floo network. The world stopped spinning. Harry and Ron stepped out of the fire and into a small ticket room. The rest of Order showed up. Harry could see several fireplaces as witches and wizards of all as shapes, sizes, ages, and colors stepped into or out of them.
"Okay, I have arranged for muggle taxis to come and take us as far as the outskirts of Paris. There, we will make camp. On Christmas night, we attack." said Dumbledore.
Moody's magical eye was turning fast in its socket. Tonks's hair was a bright green color spiked up in little spikes with red tips. Lupin looked pale and sick.
"What a great bunch we are." muttered Harry.
The cabs were small and cramped as Dumbledore said he wanted four to a cab. Harry was pressed against the left door. He watched muggles run back and forth from shops and other places. He smiled at the little kids throwing snowballs at each other. The place was covered in lovely white snow. Harry watched the scenery change from city life to country life. All that was around them was a snow-covered dirt road and snow-covered woods. Everyone hopped out of the cabs, happy to get out of the small space. Dumbledore paid the three cabbies. As soon as they were gone, Dumbledore walked over to the woods.
"Come, we will find a clearing in here to set up camp." he said.
They marched through the thick, cold snow. A bitter wind bit at their noses. Harry used a warming spell on his robes to keep his body warm. It was around noon for the sun, what little of it exposed, peeked through the gray clouds above them. The line of people stopped suddenly. Harry ran into Ron.
"Ah, here's us a nice place to set up camp." boomed Dumbledore's voice.
The spot was clear and level. Pine needs littered it. Dumbledore whipped his wand and drew up five tents.
"Alright, ladies will have this tent," he said while pointing to a pink tent, "and everyone else, take a tent."
Harry, Ron, and Lupin shared a tent. The tent may look like an ordinary muggle tent, but it was very nice inside. It had three comfy beds, a wood stove, a small fridge (powered by magic) and other things. Dumbledore had prepared a fire outside while Tonks and a Heather, a middle-aged witch, prepared a lunch.. Moody kept on muttering things about dark wizards sneaking up in them during the night. Harry and Ron stayed in their tent to play wizard's chess.
"Think, we'll get Hermione back very soon and good old Voldie may, probably will, get killed." said Ron while smiling as his queen took Harry's bishop.
"Yeah." replied Harry
Everyone ate their lunch, a wonderful beef stew with warm bread and butterbeer, and were back to discussing what they would do tomorrow.
"Okay, we will not split up for we can be greater in power and size when together. We will sneak in just before any hint of sunlight so as not to be seen. Remember, only stun the person. Other such spells can be used for only life-or-death situations. We will find Hermione, keep her with us, and hopefully find Voldemort. It is very important we get him alive." said Dumbledore, his eyes gazing into each person's. "Now, enjoy your little camping experience. I find it quite wonderful. I have an appointment with a bush.
Not wanting to hear Dumbledore talk more about his reason for using a bush to the other members, he and Ron went back into their tent. Ron was busy writing a letter to Lavender, constantly glancing at a picture of her and their two sons waving at him.
Ron missed his wife. He also wanted nothing more than to be home, for Christmas was just a few days away. He knew that he had a job to do. Hermione was like his sister. He would walk the universe and back for her, so he kept his head high. He only hoped he would be able to see his family again.
Harry sat on his bed, thinking of Hermione. He hoped she was all right. He knew she could take care of herself, but he didn't like the fact that she was with Voldemort. Harry swore to himself that the minute he had the chance, he would kill Voldemort. He loved Hermione too much to let her waste her life with that filthy murderer. Harry fell asleep on his bed, preparing for what lay ahead of him.
"Camping in the Woods"
Harry loaded his bag with food, water, blankets, and more. He would be leaving soon with the Order to journey to France. Dumbledore had given word to them that Hermione had mentioned a large manor belonging to a Montague family where Voldemort and his Death Eaters were hiding out.
"I'll get that bastard." said Harry, checking his robe pocket to make sure he had his wand and other things.
He was at Hogwarts in Dumbledore's office. He was cussing to himself, ignoring the clicking of tongues from the older Order members. Moody, Lupin, Ron, Mr. Weasley, Tonks, Snape, Ron, Dumbledore, and a few other people were preparing to journey to France. McGonnagal would be in charge of the school until Dumbledore returned. They would travel by floo powder to Eiffel Station, an old train station use by wizards and witches. Then they would travel by foot to the manor. Dumbledore said he had a pretty good idea where it was located.
"Alright everyone," said Dumbledore, "is everyone ready to go?"
A murmur of yes's rose in the room.
"Alright, let's all go in pairs of two. Remember, stay at the Eiffel Station until everyone is there."
Ron and Harry waited patiently as two at a time went.
"Don't worry Harry, I'm sure Mione is alright. She's got brains and enough sense to stay clear of trouble." said Ron.
"Yeah, yeah. Maybe you're right." said Harry as he and Ron stepped into the fireplace.
"Eiffel Station!" they both said.
The world went spinning around. Harry hated traveling through the floo network. The world stopped spinning. Harry and Ron stepped out of the fire and into a small ticket room. The rest of Order showed up. Harry could see several fireplaces as witches and wizards of all as shapes, sizes, ages, and colors stepped into or out of them.
"Okay, I have arranged for muggle taxis to come and take us as far as the outskirts of Paris. There, we will make camp. On Christmas night, we attack." said Dumbledore.
Moody's magical eye was turning fast in its socket. Tonks's hair was a bright green color spiked up in little spikes with red tips. Lupin looked pale and sick.
"What a great bunch we are." muttered Harry.
The cabs were small and cramped as Dumbledore said he wanted four to a cab. Harry was pressed against the left door. He watched muggles run back and forth from shops and other places. He smiled at the little kids throwing snowballs at each other. The place was covered in lovely white snow. Harry watched the scenery change from city life to country life. All that was around them was a snow-covered dirt road and snow-covered woods. Everyone hopped out of the cabs, happy to get out of the small space. Dumbledore paid the three cabbies. As soon as they were gone, Dumbledore walked over to the woods.
"Come, we will find a clearing in here to set up camp." he said.
They marched through the thick, cold snow. A bitter wind bit at their noses. Harry used a warming spell on his robes to keep his body warm. It was around noon for the sun, what little of it exposed, peeked through the gray clouds above them. The line of people stopped suddenly. Harry ran into Ron.
"Ah, here's us a nice place to set up camp." boomed Dumbledore's voice.
The spot was clear and level. Pine needs littered it. Dumbledore whipped his wand and drew up five tents.
"Alright, ladies will have this tent," he said while pointing to a pink tent, "and everyone else, take a tent."
Harry, Ron, and Lupin shared a tent. The tent may look like an ordinary muggle tent, but it was very nice inside. It had three comfy beds, a wood stove, a small fridge (powered by magic) and other things. Dumbledore had prepared a fire outside while Tonks and a Heather, a middle-aged witch, prepared a lunch.. Moody kept on muttering things about dark wizards sneaking up in them during the night. Harry and Ron stayed in their tent to play wizard's chess.
"Think, we'll get Hermione back very soon and good old Voldie may, probably will, get killed." said Ron while smiling as his queen took Harry's bishop.
"Yeah." replied Harry
Everyone ate their lunch, a wonderful beef stew with warm bread and butterbeer, and were back to discussing what they would do tomorrow.
"Okay, we will not split up for we can be greater in power and size when together. We will sneak in just before any hint of sunlight so as not to be seen. Remember, only stun the person. Other such spells can be used for only life-or-death situations. We will find Hermione, keep her with us, and hopefully find Voldemort. It is very important we get him alive." said Dumbledore, his eyes gazing into each person's. "Now, enjoy your little camping experience. I find it quite wonderful. I have an appointment with a bush.
Not wanting to hear Dumbledore talk more about his reason for using a bush to the other members, he and Ron went back into their tent. Ron was busy writing a letter to Lavender, constantly glancing at a picture of her and their two sons waving at him.
Ron missed his wife. He also wanted nothing more than to be home, for Christmas was just a few days away. He knew that he had a job to do. Hermione was like his sister. He would walk the universe and back for her, so he kept his head high. He only hoped he would be able to see his family again.
Harry sat on his bed, thinking of Hermione. He hoped she was all right. He knew she could take care of herself, but he didn't like the fact that she was with Voldemort. Harry swore to himself that the minute he had the chance, he would kill Voldemort. He loved Hermione too much to let her waste her life with that filthy murderer. Harry fell asleep on his bed, preparing for what lay ahead of him.