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Creativewriter29-thanx a lot and yes, I know the bad guys change too fast. But I already made the plot so there isn't anything else I can do. And I also know that it seems more of a D/Hr but bear with me.

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Livingartemis-deep breath alright. Like I said before: this is my plot! Besides everyone changes the characters, why can't I change Malfoy and Zabini? About the whole D/Hr, please, people bear with me! But hey, at least you liked my idea, even though you thought it was "badly written." Thanx for reviewing.

Chapter 5

Silence filled the room.

"What do you mean, Professor?" Harry asked, standing up, shock slowly kicking in. "Where in Little Whinging?"

Professor Snape looked at Harry like he always does, with hatred, and said, a sneer on his face, "Really, Potter, you aren't as smart as people think you are. Where do you think they attacked?"

"Oh no," he let out, "and are they alive?"

"Yes, there are. According to Mrs. Figg, Death Eaters appeared at both directions; a group of Death Eaters were next to the Dursley's and another group of Death Eaters were next to Mrs. Figg before they disappeared."

"Oh, thank god," said Harry, slumping back into his chair, shaking with relief.

Professor McGonagall, who had been looking at Harry worriedly, now turned to Dumbledore and said, "Figg said to go down there to help. Said just in case the Minister might do something stu-umm-rash."

"Alright, let's go," said Dumbledore, leading Professors McGonagall and Snape out of the office.

"I'm coming, too," Harry said, leaping up from his chair.

Dumbledore stopped and told Harry from the doorway, "No, Harry."

Harry, at once, flared up.

"They're my family, not yours!" he said, his eyes shining brightly. "I have as much right to see them as you!" he exclaimed.

"Potter! That is no way to talk to the headmaster!" Snape said, looking at Harry incredulous. "Just because you're your father's son does not mean that you can talk to anyone like that! The headmaster-"

"Severus, that's enough," said Dumbledore. "Harry has every right to talk to me like that, especially after last year. After all, it is his family."

At this, Harry smiled.

"However, my answer to your request still stands." Dumbledore finished.

Least to say that Harry's smile vanished after that statement.

"But, Dumbledore-"

"Professor Dumbledore, Potter," Snape gritted through his teeth.

"-please, I've got to see them," Harry continued as though he didn't hear him. "My aunt will want to know what happened."

"Yes, and I'll be there to tell them. I'm sorry, Harry, but you have to stay. It's for your own good."

"But-" Harry interrupted.

"No buts about it. You are to stay in the castle. If you are to set one foot out of the grounds, I will be forced to suspend you for disobeying the headmaster." (AN: a bit harsh don't you think?)

Harry looked at the Headmaster, defeated.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I promise you that we'll being them back, safely," he said realizing that he had never been that harsh with anyone. He gave one more look to Harry, then said, directing his eyes to Draco and Blaise, "A house-elf will accompany you to your common room and will give you the password."

As soon as he said that, a crack filled the room and a small house-elf appeared.

"Well, we'll be on our way, then. Harry, I'll make sure that your family isn't mistreated. I promise," Dumbledore said, and with one look to the two professors, he headed down the stairs.

Now, only Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Blaise, Fawkes, and the house-elf were in the room.

Draco sighed, trying to break the awkward silence. "Well, I guess Blaise and I'll head to our dormitories," he said to no one.

"Come, sir, I is taking to where yous will be sleeping," said the high-pitched voice of the house-elf. "I is Lucky, sirs, I is taking care of sirs common room."

Hermione looked over to Lucky, bended down to be eye-level with her, and asked, "Do you mind me asking why did they named you Lucky?"

"No, miss, Lucky don't mind. But follow me, I be showing these sirs to their living quarters," she said, walking down the stairs. "Lucky, miss, didn't even have a name when I was born."

"But why?" Hermione said, indignantly.

"Well, miss, my mama died giving birth to me. And I is not knowing whether I had a family. So, I walked around in magical world. One day, miss, I is bumping into a man. Oooh, this man, he was evil, that he is. He almost cut Lucky's head off her own body!"

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, and Blaise winced at the thought of being decapitated, while the house-elf's ears drooped.

"Yes, miss and sirs, but then, most greatest thing happened: Professor Dumbledore came out of shop and stopped the evil man from killing me. He asked little ol' me if I is wanting help finding my family. But I is telling him that I is having no family. And no name, also. So, he named me Lucky and asked me if it was okay. I is telling him that it was better than okay. So, he be giving me a name and somewhere to work forever! He be a great man! Here we are, sirs!" Lucky said to Draco and Blaise. "The password, sirs, is Slytherin's Detour. I think the sirs and miss can find their way to the Gryffindor Common Room on their own." Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded. "Now, if sirs and miss excuse me, Lucky needs to be getting back to the kitchens."

Crack! She was gone.

"Well, I guess, we'll be seeing you three in the Great Hall for breakfast," said Blaise.

"Yes, I guess you will," responded Hermione.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione only had to turn the corner of two corridors to reach the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Oh, gosh, I can't remember. They told all the prefects on the train, since there was no meeting. Ron, do you remember?" said Hermione, in obvious distress over forgetting the password.

"Faerie Wars," he said, smugly.

"Thank you, and there's no need for smugness, young sir," said the Fat Lady, letting them in.

Entering the Common Room, which was now empty, Ron, stretched and headed for the stairs, saying, "I'm beat. Goodnight, Harry, Hermione," and disappeared into his dormitory.

Hermione, on the other hand, was worried about Harry, who had, now taken a seat on the most comfortable couch that was nearest to the fire.

He hasn't said anything since we left the headmaster's office, Hermione thought. This must be of a real shock to him, obviously. I mean, it must be awful to finally care about them and BAM! Just like that, you find out that they were almost killed. A few precious moments more and they could have perished.

At that point, Harry gave a very shaky sigh, and covered his face with his hands. Hermione went to his side, and put an arm around his shoulders. He gave a jump and looked up.

"Oh, Hermione, I thought you had gone up already," he said, staring at the fire now.

"No, Harry, I was – well – I am worried about you," she said.

"Yeah? Well, I don't need you pity."

Silence followed his statement. Then she responded.

"Why…are you being like this?" she asked, extremely confused.

Harry sighed.

"You wouldn't understand."

"What wouldn't I understand?" Hermione asked softly.

I know I should tell her and Ron about the prophecy, but I don't think I can bear them pitying me. I don't need more people crying over me and giving me sympathetic looks, Harry thought.

"Harry?"

But they deserve to know. They are my friends, after all. My first best friends, actually, they are the first things that I've ever truly cared about. Well, you know, before I knew about Sirius and Lupin, and everybody else, he added as an afterthought.

"Harry! Are you even listening to me?"

Harry sighed once more.

"Yes, Hermione, I'm listening to you."

"Well, then? What wouldn't I understand?" she asked, irritably.

"Okay, listen."

"I have been listening, but you're the one not saying anything," Hermione said, extremely annoyed already.

"Okay. There is something I need to tell both you and Ron," Harry started.

"Great! Let's go get him," Hermione said, already standing up.

Harry took her hand and pulled her back down.

"No. I just can't tell you right now," he said, looking in to her eyes. Now, he could tell she was extremely confused.

"But why?" Hermione asked, frowning slightly.

Yet again, Harry sighed.

"Well, because I think it's too early to tell you guys this. Hmm, I think it was too early when Dumbledore told me and he's been trying to tell me since my first year," Harry finished with a grim smile.

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her arms around. "You always think of others! Why don't you start thinking about yourself, for once?"

When Harry heard her voice, he was startled and started patting her back.

"Er…Hermione? Are you crying?" he asked nervously. He wasn't an expert on how to talk to girls, especially crying girls.

"Yes," she answered, her voice slightly muffled since she was against his chest.

"Er…why?"

"I don't know," she sniffled, lifting her head to look at Harry in the eye. "Maybe, because I don't think that anybody should go through what you're going through."

Harry smiled. "Thanks."

"You're Welcome, Harry," Hermione answered.

Hermione, becoming very overcome with sleep, did not realize that her arms were around Harry, and her head was against his chest, while Harry's hands were stroking Hermione's hair gently.

Harry, also, did not notice that his actions were making Hermione sleepier by the second.

Somewhere a clock stuck midnight.

Hermione opened one eye, said, "Goodnight, Harry," gave a sigh, and feel asleep in Harry's arms.

"Goodnight, Hermione," Harry said, as he, too, fell in a peaceful sleep. Actually, it was the most peaceful sleep he had had since Sirius' death.

AN: I know what you all are thinking! That I'm a horrible writer! I know I cut this chapter short but it is my doing, I promise. I had this whole chapter thought up but I thought it would be an idea if I cut it hear don't worry next chappie up sooner than expected. Please review! Ciao