Chapter VII
Harry glanced around the dimly lit room. He could hear Ron in his bed, snoring away. Fred and George had decided that it would be best to stay to at the store. They didn't want any of their merchandise disappearing while they were away. Harry lay awake with his eyes open, thinking about all that had happened during all of his stays at Hogwarts.
"How come I couldn't see it coming?" he asked himself aloud softly, "I knew that he wasn't gone completely. We all did. How could everyone be so naïve?" He rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. But the effort was futile. He stood up, put on a shirt and decided to go outside. Maybe a walk would help, he thought quietly as he made his way downstairs and outside into the brisk night air. He shivered slightly as a soft breeze ruffled his hair.
"I heard Tori stomp out of here earlier today. I wonder what was wrong. And Ginny didn't look too happy either," Harry said to no one and nodded his agreement.
"Ginny wasn't happy over something Tori said about you. And I can't say that I don't agree with her," Hermione said as they sat down together on the soft grass.
"What? What did she say?" Harry asked curiously and glanced at Hermione.
"She told Ginny that if she wanted to know so badly who it was she went to visit, then to ask her, and I quote, precious Harry Potter," Hermione replied, looking straight ahead. Harry shook his head, "That doesn't sound too bad."
"Do you have any clue how that made Ginny feel, Harry? To know that you had gone off with her best friend to who-knows-where? It hurts to feel betrayed, Harry," Hermione said, attempting to control the anger and loudness in her voice. Harry stared straight ahead as well. Something isn't right, he thought quietly. And I need to find out what.
Tori glanced around the small village that surrounded the Malfoy mansion. It seemed that no one was outside or alive. She pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders.
"What is CD doing here? In all places, it had to be here," she muttered to herself as she made her way over to the large iron-wrought gates.
"Hmm…now if I can remember correctly there are quite a few hexes on this damn thing," she muttered aloud. She raised her right index finger and slowly drew a circle over the keyhole. The entire gate disappeared long enough for her to get past. She glanced around the large grounds when she remembered that they never answered the front door. She quickly apparated into the large library that she had remembered as a child. She could hear Narcissa Malfoy sobbing hysterically float down the long curving stairwell. Upstairs it is then, she thought and quickly made her way up the staircase.