"We have to tell the ministry." Said Hermione.
It was not long after the attack and the three of them were in Hermione's room, Harry pacing, Ron and Hermione sitting on the end of the bed looking at him.
"No." Harry said. "We have to find out what that was all about."
"No we don't!" Ron said loudly. "We don't have to do anything! I agree with Hermione. Tell the ministry and let them sort it out!"
"No!" Harry argued. "This happened to us and it will cause a panic! They're still getting over Voldemort and the damage he did! And besides, she was invisible for a while or we would have heard her Apparating. So if she was watching, if it wasn't us she was after she would have gone because she'd have no reason to hurt us, but she did she stayed that means she'd found her targets. Us."
"Harry we don't know anything. All the reason to tell the ministry."
Harry stopped pacing and turned away from them.
"Please, Harry haven't we already stopped enough evil beings for the moment?" Ron begged. "And haven't I been through enough?" he said looking away.
Harry sighed turning round to face his friend. 2You're not the only one who's suffered loss, remember?" Harry snapped. "You're not the only who's seen people die. My parents, Sirius, Cedric, etc. etc."
Harry stormed out, slamming the door behind him, running down the hall to the stairs.
Hermione ran over to the door and opened it. "HEY!" she yelled out. "DON'T DO THAT!"
There was no answer.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?" she screamed. She closed the door slowly and leaned her forehead against it's cool surface. She let out a deep sigh and turned to Ron, walking over to her bed. She down next to him, then lay back.
"You should go talk to him." Said Hermione quietly. "We shouldn't be fighting. Not now."
Ron nodded solemnly and stood up, straightening his jeans. He went over to the door and Hermione heard it shut, not bothering to look over. She heard him going slowly down the stairs, and before she knew it she was asleep.
Hermione woke to the noise of birds singing outside her window. She turned to face her alarm clock and was shocked to see it said 19.00. 7pm.
She rubbed her tired eyes and sat up slowly. All was quiet in the house. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and put on her slippers then walked slowly over to the door, shutting it behind her as she stepped out into the hall.
She padded down the stairs and heard quiet voices in the living room.
She paused at the door and opened it a crack, listening.
It was the TV. Hermione opened the door silently and stepped into the room.
Harry and Ron were sitting on the sofa, their eyes shut, breathing softly. They were fast asleep and Hermione smiled.