Aleks: Please, not the Evil Kowala of Doom! Haha, I loved that so much!
Canada's finest: Yey! Thanks for the great review.
fanjimmy: Thank you very much!
WindGuardian87: I try to make them longer, but it just doesn't work for me. I'm always swarmed with homework. But I'm trying to update every day or every other day now. Hope that works for you! And thanks for the awesome review!
Harry was on the set of the Nicole Skeeter Show and was desperately looking around for Nicole herself. It was hard, considering the swarm of people and ridiculous amounts of magical video cameras. He kept getting stepped on or bumped into without a second glance.
Hermione, herself, was watching the show on her television set. She cuddled up with a book in her hands.
"Hi, guys!" Nicole said, as the cameras rolled, "Welcome to the Nicole Skeeter Show, and today we're coming to you live! Oh, God, there's so much noise here. You should come check it out for yourself!"
Harry pushed through the crowd and was standing right in front of the camera with his back to it.
Hermione was getting frustrated that someone would even be that ignorant as to stand right in her way. She tried looking around the guy, but as this was a television, she didn't get very far in her pursuit.
Somebody pushed Harry out of the way, as Nicole continued to talk.
"Hi, again," she said, "Like always, we're going to do something new and different. Today's theme is love messages. Okay, so, any messages?"
People shouted to be picked.
"I have a message!" a man said.
"We've got one here," Nicole said, pulling the guy next to her, "Okay, who is this message for?"
"It's for Sandra," he said simply.
"Who's Sandra?"
"My girlfriend."
"Oh! What's the message?"
"Look, Sandra. Don't call me. I've found someone else," he said, as he pulled another girl to him.
Hermione's eyes went wide. This was so entertaining.
"Poor, Sandra," Nicole said, "Any more messages?!"
Harry walked up to her with his back still towards the camera.
"Okay, one more message from this man right here."
"Hi," Harry said shyly. He didn't like the idea of being on television. He tried matting down his hair to cover his scar.
Nicole, in the meantime, was trying to get Harry to turn around. She was signaling to him that his back was towards the camera but he just didn't seem to get the point.
Just as Harry was pushed around, Hermione's book fell she reached down to grab it. Then she heard those words.
"This is for Hermione," he said, finally facing the camera.
Hermione stopped what she was doing. She knew that voice. She just didn't have the guts to look up at the screen.
"I love you, Hermione," he continued.
Hermione's head shot up to the screen. There he was. The same as she remembered him. Yet, she couldn't believe it. What was he saying?
"Why did you leave me?" he continued once more, "You know how lost I feel without you. Come back or…just come back."
Hermione continued to stare at the screen. Was she hallucinating? Tears started to form in her eyes for the second time that night.
"Who is Hermione?" Nicole asked.
"Hermione's my eight-year-old daughter," he said.
Hermione's eyes widened. Eight-year-old daughter?
"Where did she go?" Nicole asked.
"She went to some stupid summer camp," he said, "Nicole, can you tell her to come back? You're her idol and I'm sure she'll listen to you…"
But Hermione wasn't listening. Eight-year-old girl…Hermione…summer camp. Could it be?
Hermione didn't have the time to question herself. She ran at full speed to Mya's tent with tears threatening to pour from her eyes.
As she reached Mya's bed, she saw that she was sleeping with her mother's picture still hugged around her, face down.
Hermione slowly lifted the picture and turned it around. It was Ashley.
This time, she didn't stop the tears. She let them roll down her face. She hugged Ashley's picture to her chest. She couldn't believe that she was gone...forever.
As Harry reached his empty home, he turned on his message machine (Yes, they have those too now).
"Mr. Potter, your meeting for tomorrow at 11 am is confirmed and your fax has arrived from New York," the first message said. Harry scowled at the machine.
"Hey, Harry! Party at my place tomorrow. See you there!" the second message said. Harry found it amusing that people were still inviting him to parties at his age.
The third message began to play. "Daddy," Mya said, as Harry stopped dead in his tracks, "I...achoo!" she said, as she sneezed. The message was then ended.
"Oh, God!" Harry said, panicking, "She's got a cold!"
The, being the paranoid father he was, he started to pack, muttering things about how dangerous infections couldhurt his precious daughter. What if she got some uncurable disease from inside the jungle? He tried not to think about it. He was just going to bring her home.
A/N: I know, I know…Not my best chapter. But, hey, I tried!