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Chapter four: HERMIONE'S BAD NEWS
"Now you two will be saying in zere," said Véronique pointing towards a very clean big room with two beds, a big cupboard and an antique gold clock.
"Fine by us!" said Ron as he ran towards a mammoth size bed. Véronique left, looking disapproving at Ron's behaviour.
"Not bad, 'ey" yelled Ron happily, bouncing across the mattress.
"Not bad at all." replied Harry, unpacking his clothes and putting them into the huge cupboard.
"Did I tell you Harry? Hermione's coming." muttered Ron, looking interestedly at his hands.
Harry grinned.
"Yeah, I wondered why I couldn't hear her voice." he laughed.
''So …you're really not going back this time. You know, to…. Hogwarts." whispered Ron, looking worried.
"I can't Ron. I just…can't…not when Voldemort got away with it…I'm not safe at Hogwarts any more …no one is." said Harry.
"Well, I said it once and I'll say it again: if you're leaving I'm leaving…even if I die trying." whispered Ron.
With those words Harry felt as though someone had tipped a bucket of cold icy water over him: his arms stang, he felt sick.
And then, he thought of how he would feel if Ron or Hermione were killed standing up to Voldemort, just like his parents, just like Cedric…just like Sirius…just like Dumbledore….
"I told Mum…about what our plans. She's not happy at all." muttered Ron." I wouldn't expect her to be-".
The door opened, and Mrs Weasley poked her head around it, as though she had somehow heard their conversation.
"You two, Hermione is downstairs," said Mrs Weasley, with drawing her head again and bustling off.
Both Harry and Ron jumped off of their comfortable beds and raced down the hall to the top of the staircase, where they halted as they saw Hermione standing at the bottom wearing jeans and a blue top.
"Hermione how are you," yelled Harry happily.
"I'm, um… ok. But, now I feel better." she said uncomfortably, dropping her bags at her feet.
Harry thought she looked as though she had been in a fight. She had bruises on her face and scratch marks on her nose and cheeks.
"Um, Hermione… are you ok?" asked Ron.
"I'm… I'm fine.'' replied Hermione, but Harry knew she wasn't.
At that moment, Veronique sailed haughtily down the stairs from behind Harry and Ron and scooped up Hermione's dropped bags irritably.
"Well, Hermione will be sleeping in ze spare room up zairs, third door from ze left." said Veronique, eyeing Hermione's bushy hair.
"Ok." said Hermione.
Ron and Harry followed her to her room (which was smaller than Ron and Harry's), but had very beautiful walls with gold and silver carvings of swans and doves.
"So… are you going to tell us what happened?" said Ron, picking at his eyelashes.
Hermione sat down and took a deep breath. What ever she was going to tell them wasn't good news at all. She looked terrified.
"I…I…I. don't know how to tell you this at all." whispered Hermione. She put her hand to her mouth. "But, but…Hogsmead was-" She broke off.
It was like what ever she was going to say was too painful. "Ruined." she croaked.
There was a strong silence.
"What do you mean it's ruined?" asked Ron, looking very serious.
"I mean, the whole town… everything …everyone …it was burnt…my parents and I were lucky enough to get away. The Ministry, helped by the Daily Prophet, is trying to cover it up that no one knows who did it. But it's obvious it was Voldemort!" she said, looking very sad.
"He can't get away with this! I know he can't and if I ever find Voldemort and Snape, along with their crew, I'm going to kill them until they know what it's like to lose someone like
Dumbledore and Sirius! I…I will show them no mercy, just like they showed no mercy to that entire village!" yelled Harry (he felt like an idiot).
Harry couldn't stop thinking that this was only the beginning of things and that one day it'll be worst and now no one can save him but himself.