A/N: And another one…
Chapter Six: Harry's EscapeHarry watched his window for any signs of Hedwig, but there were none. He had had a very long sleep, which was unusual in this house, especially for him.
The phone suddenly rang, startling Harry.
He quickly ran down the flight of stairs and picked it up, asking, "Hello?"
"Harry?" asked an uncertain female voice.
"Yeah, who's this?" he asked.
"Oh Harry, it's me! Hermione!" she exclaimed.
A smile formed on his lips, "Oh, hey Hermione!" The smile suddenly disappeared, "Are you…are you alright?" he asked.
"Um, yes, I'm just fine. But I need you to come to my house immediately," she said, sounding odd.
"I can't, Hermione. I'm waiting for Ron's reply to a post I sent him and I also sent Mad-eye an owl. One of them's bound to get me out of here," he said, playing with the phone cord.
"Harry, this is important," she whispered.
"Why are you whispering?" he asked.
"Because…someone's at my house. A very…er…unpleasant someone."
Harry searched his brain for the someone she was talking about, but couldn't come up with an answer.
"I need you to come over here as soon as you can, Harry," she whispered even more quietly.
"Alright, but I'll need to send both Ron and Mad-eye owls."
"Fine, I'm sure Hedwig can find you, we've got another owl here. But…well…I'm not sure he'll let you…er…use it," she said.
"Hermione," Harry asked, suddenly quite worried about her, "Are you alright?"
"Oh yes, yes I'm fine. I just…," she said loudly, then whispered, "please Harry, I need you right now!"
Harry thought a moment. Going to Hermione's house would mean a direct violation of not only the Dursleys orders, but those of Dumbledore's also.
Then again, he thought, this is a friend who seems to be in a bit of danger, he logically thought.
"Alright, where is your house?" he asked, finally seeing his chance to escape the hell hole.
"Just a few streets down from yours," she breathed.
Harry was shocked, "What?" he asked.
"South, it's four streets down, first house on your right. Hurry, Harry!" she whispered.
"What are you doing?" a demanding voice sounded in the background.
"I'm…" Hermione started.
That's when the line went dead.
