Chapter 2.
Harry sat at the kitchen table, half listening to Ron telling him how Draco Malfoy had ended up at 12 Grimauld Place in the middle of the night and half concentrating on his new Thoughts Quill , which had been a birthday present from The Weasleys. It jotted down what ever thought was at the front of Harry's mind at that moment and noting all the facts that Harry knew. The topic on this particular piece of Parchment was Horcruxes.
"…..and Fred and George said that they didn't do anything to him at all, but I doubt it. I mean, he HAD dropped into their bedroom, half unconscious, being carried by an owl nearly dying of all the pressure…"
"Oi, Weasley, wouldn't be talking about how much I weigh would you? Not bagging me?"
Ron smiled sheepishly across the table at Malfoy, who returned his smile with a smirk and then turned back to Hermione who he had been having a quiet conversation with. Ron eyed them for a moment, then turned back to Harry.
"…and since when have Fred and George refused a chance to harm somebody supposedly "untruthful" whilst they were off their guard? Harry? Harry!"
"WHAT!" he said, irritated, for the Thoughts Quill had stopped writing, due to the fact that Harry couldn't concentrate with the ramblings of Ron going in through one ear and out the other.
"Harry. You haven't eaten a thing and you won't do anything except stare at that quill so why are you still sitting out here? It's not like you WANT to be around any of us, after all we just-"
"Look," said Harry apologetically to Ron, "I'm sorry, mate, I've just got a lot on my mind you know…" Harry looked down the table at Ginny, who turned and smiled at him, weakly, but lovingly.
Ron apparently saw this communication between the two and nudged Harry, who unwillingly turned to look at his best friend.
"Mate, what happened when you were…you know….unconscious? Because I've got a feeling that is has to do with Ginny, and, if you want to, you know, talk about it…?"
"Thanks, Ron, I think I will, but I don't want to think about that right now"
Suddenly, a bright green light filled the room, followed by a scream and a soft 'thump'.
"Crucio!" cried a shrill voice, and groaning could be heard from the floor, followed by another scream and then a voice that definitely belonged to Hermione screamed "Stupefy!" Somebody, who sounded like a man over near the window, yelled "Protego!" in response to Hermione's stunning spell and the spell rebounded, hitting the lights. Everything was black. Harry heard the smashing of glass as the kitchen window was broken, revealing the dark night outside. Then Ginny's voice yelled "Harry, watch out!" only a moment too late. Harry felt a powerful hand grasp his shoulder and was shoved forwards. He struggled under the strangers grip and was then hit over the head with something extremely hard and heavy. Hermione screamed "No!" and, just before he passed out, Harry heard Draco's voice yell Stupefy. Harry's shoulder was released, and he collapsed onto the ground.
"Harry! Your thoughts quill!" said Hermione. They were searching the kitchen for anything that had been left or any missing objects and Mr. Weasley had picked up what he believed to be an old quill. He had asked Hermione who owned it and immediately, she realised what was missing.
"Oh no! The Parchment!" groaned Harry.