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Hermione was already sitting on the couch thinking about the day to come when Ron and Harry awoke the next morning. "What if, what happens when," she was mumbling to herself.
"Arrgh, Hermione, why can't you pipe down and just let us sleep?" Ron asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Sorry, I didn't know you woke so easily," She apologised, "Go back to sleep."
"Can't now," Ron said as he hopped out of bed. Noticing a pair of robes resting on the trunk he swore wasn't there yesterday, he hurried over to them. "I'm going to change in the bathroom, don't come in there."
"Ok," Hermione said, not really listening.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry mumbled rolling over in his sleep.
"I suppose I'd better wake Harry up," Hermione said to herself. She gently shook Harry's shoulder.
"Not now," Harry mumbled. Hermione giggled then continued shaking him. "WHAT!" He yelled, then noticing it was Hermione added, "Sorry, Hermione, but you shouldn't shake me like that."
"I wasn't shaking hard, but how was I supposed to wake you?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know," Harry mumbled. He climbed out of bed and stumbled over to the couch. "Are there any spare robes?" He asked.
"Yes, over there," Hermione replied, pointing to the trunk.
"Thanks," Harry said. He walked over to the trunk, grabbed the robes and headed to the bathroom.
"Hermione," Ron said coming out of the bathroom.
"Yes Ron," Hermione replied.
"Do you have any idea of how were going to contact Dumbledore?"
"No, I thought you might."
"Nope, Mabye Harry does."
Hermione launched herself onto the couch and started crying uncontrollably.
"Hermione," Ron said, taken aback, "What's wrong?" He walked over to the couch and pulled Hermione into an upright position. She positioned her head on his shoulder and continued to cry.
"No-Nothing, Just thinking what would happen if I never saw my parents again," She sobbed. She dabbed at her tears with the sleeve of her robes.
"Hermione," Harry said, appearing in the doorway, "It'll be ok, Dumbledore'll find a way to get us back."
"O-Ok," Hermione sniffiled.
"Lets go, right now, I have a plan," Harry said. Ron and Hermione curiously followed him out of the Room of Requirement.
"First things first," Harry said, leading them to the Great Hall. "It'll be breakfast, so we just need to contact Dumbledore at the staff table without being seen."
"Got it," Hermione said. "Harry do you have you invisibility cloak?"
"Don't go anywhere without it," Harry said. He pulled it out of his pocket and draped it around them, Ron had to crouch to prevent his ankles from showing.
"Good," Hermione said, "Now follow my lead."
"Got it," Ron said, five minutes later. He followed Hermione and Harry towards the doors of the Great Hall. They threw the doors open. Heads turned to look at them.
"Stay under the cloak," Hermione whispered.
Harry watched as the paper airplane Hermione threw soared across the Great Hall. He saw a few heads staring at the doors of the hall, no doubt wondering how threw had suddenly opened by themselves, others watching the airplane and wondering how it had just appeared out of nowhere.
"Run," Hermione whispered, "Dumbledore will meet us at his office when breakfast is over."