A/N: And this one's really super short…sorry again.
Chapter Nine: Harry's ReturnHarry pulled away for a moment, "Hermione, are you going to be alright?" he asked, although he knew it was useless.
She nodded as she sobbed into his shoulder. Dumbledore came out of his hiding place and sympathetically looked at her.
"Both parents gone…and at such a young age," he said, gazing at her.
Harry wanted to yell at him that both his parents had died when he was a little over a year old, but of course he controlled his rage. Something he'd found easier to do now.
He'd noticed that Malfoy had stopped struggling and was now watching the scene with quite a surprised expression.
Dumbledore stood up to his full height, which was quite tall, and said, "The three of you will take a portkey to this house. Professors Snape and McGonagall will be waiting there for you and Remus Lupin as well. Please be cautious even within the house and do not go outside of it," he said, pulling his hat off of his head and tapping it with his wand. It glowed a nice shade of blue for a moment before going back to its original color again. He flicked his wand toward Malfoy, making the vine type ropes disappear and he stood up.
"I'm not going to some house just to…" he rudely began, but Dumbledore interrupted him.
"I assure you, Mr. Malfoy, that this house is the safest for you at the moment. None of the enemies who wish to kill you will find you here I can guarantee you that."
Harry and Hermione were already touching the hat; Harry was holding it. Malfoy finally reached out and touched it after giving the other three thoroughly disgusted looks.
"Good, three…two…one…"
In a whirlwind of nothingness, Harry, Hermione and Malfoy landed with a great THUMP on the floor of number twelve, Grimauld Place.
