A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers, but I think you only did it because I threatened with taking this story away. Anyway, I appreciate all comments. I just like to know you people are reading.

Harry walked downstairs after a long nap. He felt a lot better, and was ready to go downstairs. He traipsed downstairs to find the Dursley's table groaning under copious amounts of delicious food. Tonks and Professor McGonagall were bustling at the oven, both appearing to know what they what doing. Hagrid, Lupin, and Mad-Eye were discussing something earnestly. Mundungus and Shacklebolt were both outside, apparently guarding the house. Harry felt the strange feeling that one feels when people had just been talking about you. He sat down and Lupin greeted his with a genial, "Are you feeling better after your nap Harry?"

"Yeah," Harry mumbled. He grabbed a plate of mashed potatoes and scooped a large amount onto his plate. He pulled a plate of Shepard's pie towards him and placed a generous portion onto his plate. The rest followed suit. The awkward silence rested over the diners until Harry asked, "When are we leaving?" He looked up from his plate and stared at the rest of the people eating.

"Well, we need to leave as soon as possible and since you only have to stay until tomorrow, we're leaving at midnight," replied Hagrid.

"Great," Harry responded. He ate the rest of his food, stood up, and put his plate in the sink. He went into the living room and sat on the Dursley's pristinely clean couch. He picked up the remote control from the arm of the couch and flipped the television to the news. Harry could hear quiet talks in the other room. Suddenly, something the anchorwoman was saying distracted his attention from the chatting in the other room.

"And in leading news tonight, a massacre has been committed in the small suburb of West Hillcrest on the outskirts of London. Twenty people have been reported dead and forty more people injured. No arrests have been made and there are currently no suspects. Witnesses say that they saw no one, but saw a brilliant green flash surging from the manhole cover in the middle of the street.

"Remus! Hagrid! Professor McGonagall! Come in here quick!" Harry seized up the remote and fumbled with it for a moment while the Advance Guard ran into the living room, wands at the ready.

"Harry, are you ok?" asked Lupin, quickly, yet efficiently scanning the room.

"Yea, I'm fine, watch this." The Dursley's had purchased a satellite dish and many new features had been added to their package. Harry pressed the rewind button and the newscast rewound back to the start of the report. He mashed play and watched the images flash by again. People were being rushed into ambulances or carted off in gurneys. Other people were crying in loved ones arms. Harry peered at the images closely. He mashed the rewind button again and pressed play again. He jumped up and looked at the television. He knew that bushy, brown hair. There was no way. It couldn't be. It was. The girl in the video looked at the camera before dashing out of view. It was Hermione. She was teary-eyed and her cheeks were red.

"Tractum amicus indicium," he jabbed his wand at a blank piece of paper. As if an invisible hand was scribbling across the paper, the words suddenly appeared.

Hermione Jane Granger

School: Hogwarts, Gryffindor

Best friends: Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley

Birth date: 19 September 1979

Residence: 1092 Blue Lily Blvd., West Hillcrest

Telephone: (001)555-8675

Harry yanked the phone off the receiver and dialed the number as quickly as his fingers could dance. Harry began biting his nails, a habit he had stopped more than twelve years ago. The phone rang, and rang, and rang…and rang. Harry looked up and muttered "Accio Firebolt." His broom settled down at his feet.

The phone rang one more time and Harry was about to set the phone back on the receiver when… "Hello?"

"Hermione?"

"Who is this?" she asked, sounding very broken up.

"It's Harry, are you ok? I saw you on the news. What happened? Who was hurt? Are you ok?"

"Harry, it's so nice to hear you call. It was horrible. I saw him, I saw Wormtail. He transfigured, cast the Avada Kedarva spell, and then transfigured back in less than one second. I knew it was him because he was wearing hid Death Eater mask and I saw his rat form run across the road. My…my dad," Harry's jaw dropped and he could hear Hermione crying again.

"Is he ok?"

"Yea, well he's in the hospital, but the paramedics say he'll be ok."

"Oh, that's great," Harry let out the breath he had been holding. "Um, what are you and your mom going to do?"

"Well, I'm going to Grimmauld Place tomorrow night, but my mom might not let me go because of this. I need to go; my mom is starting to cry again. Um, thanks for calling Harry, it was really sweet. Bye." And with that, she hung up. Harry let the phone onto the receiver and sank into the chair, staring back at the television.