Jazzed
By TeSjah
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling and her associates.
Note: Don't expect too much of me. I just had an idea and I was forced to write it down, note: this is not a romance story. I just don't you to get that idea. You'll notice why I said this later on. Prologue is far too short, but it covers what it needs to. Upcoming chapters will be longer, they always are. Don't worry.
Prologue
"Miss Granger, you'll have to come with me." Professor McGonagall pulled Hermione out of the mob of students who were heading to their dorms again. Parvati carried out Hermione's duty of leading the nervous and frightened first-years back. Frightened… she couldn't blame them; Professor Dumbledore had just been blown off the Astronomy Tower. She herself was still trembling a bit from shock.
"Wha-what is it, Professor?" she asked.
"All in good times. There is no time to explain, Miss Granger. With recent happenings… We never thought that it would come to this day." Hermione noticed that Professor McGonagall was more talking to herself than to her student.
"Who is 'we', Professor?"
"The Order, of course."
Shortly after their fleeting conversation they arrived at McGonagall's office on the third floor. Professor McGonagall left Hermione alone while she headed for her safe, from which she took an auburn-coloured bag.
Hermione opened her mouth to ask a question, but her Professor was ahead of her. "You'll find out soon enough, Miss Granger," she said absentmindedly. She put the bag into the pocket of her robes. "We'll travel by floo."
"Where exactly are we heading? I won't leave Harry and Ron behind like this!"
"You are not leaving them behind, Miss Granger. Not in that sense. Now I suggest you take some powder and throw it into the fire," she said sternly.
"Where are we going?"
"Spinner's End."