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Harry stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. He drank a glass of water and grabbed a wet rag. He wiped up all the vomit and sat back down on the couch. He rubbed his eyes with his palms until he saw spots. He kept trying to get the vision out of his head, but it kept coming back, like the horrible nightmare it was.
His first instinct was to write to Sirius or Dumbledore, but that was impossible. He rubbed his eyes with his fists until spots appeared in front of them. He didn't want to write to Ron or Hermione because he knew they would make a mountain out of a molehill. But what if it really is important? What if it's another vision planted by Voldemort? He instantly blocked his mind against all intrusion. He lay out across on the couch and turned on the television. The 11:00 news was just ending because the sports was wrapping up.
"Hold on folks, breaking news here," stated the newscaster. "We have just received news that there has been an attack in the Manchester area. Details are still sketchy. The attack took place in the eastern side. Many civilians are hurt, but no deaths have been released. Local businesses affected are Sheffield Flower Shop, Lucas Pub, and Granger Family Dentistry."
Harry's jaw dropped down and he lost his voice. He went outside and grabbed the two guards who happened to be Remus and Moody. He pulled them into the living room and pushed them onto the couch. Remus stared perplexed and both of Moody's eyes were focused on the screen. Remus grabbed Moody's arm and whispered something in his ear. Moody reached into an inside coat pocket and pulled out a small toy owl. He tapped it gently with his wand and it expanded into a fully grown owl. It had not been a toy at all. He rapped it with the tip of his wand again and two dozen replicas appeared from thin air.
"What are you doing?" inquired Harry.
"We planned for something like this; we have to send an owl to members of the order and we have to go to the Grangers," replied Lupin.
"You planned for this attack? Why didn't you stop it?" asked Harry angrily.
"We didn't know if it would happen to Hermione or the Weasleys, although we had suspected it to be the Grangers. We have to get over there and do some work."
"You coming, Potter?" asked Moody.
"Hell yea."
Remus and Harry went into the backyard as Moody scribbled 24 notes and tied them to the owls' legs.
"Ok Harry, side-by-side-Apparition. Just grab my arm; we're going to have to go into the Grangers'' house so as to not scare the Muggles." Harry pictured Hermione's smiling face and a grin spread across his face.
He felt that feeling of being sucked through a tube and before he knew it he felt solid ground under his feet. He opened his eyes and looked around. A four-poster canopy bed with a pink comforter caught his eye. He glanced around some more. He saw a rug, a dresser, and a wall-size bookshelf. He smiled at Hermione's studious nature.
He snapped back to attention when he heard an ambulance coming up the street. He let go of Lupin's arm and ran downstairs. Harry went through two rooms, an open room filled with dentistry equipment, and a front foyer. He got through the front door and crashed into his best friend. Hermione let out a loud shriek and two adults turned around and ran toward the two. Harry untangled himself from Hermione and helped her up. She smiled and leapt on him.
"Long time, no see Harry," she smiled
"Yea," he said, messing up his hair.
"What is this?" growled Mr. Granger.
"Hermione dear, who is this?" asked Mrs. Granger.
"This is Harry, he's in my year," she replied grabbing his arm and leading him to her parents.
"Well, who is this gentleman?" asked Mrs. Granger.
"My name is Remus Lupin," he said, sticking out his hand. Harry shook both Grangers' hands and looked at the carnage around. Multiple ambulances, police cars, and crying families were outside as the sun set. The baker and florist were both combing through the carnage of their businesses.
"Let's get out of the cold," stated Mrs. Granger cheerily. A strong wind blew through the street and Hermione gripped Harry's arm tighter. The group of five shuffled inside. Harry looked at the scarred remains of the front of the Grangers' Dentistry. The sign above the door was lopsided and the two front windows were blown out. They went through the dentistry room, the employees lounge, and the Grangers' office until they came to door that led upstairs. They convened in the kitchen and Mrs. Granger set a pot of tea on the stove as Mr. Granger pulled out five cups. Hermione's mom whispered something to Mr. Granger, but he seemed to not notice. Hermione pulled out a box of Danishes from the fridge and set five out on a plate. She sat down by Harry and Lupin summoned a chair from another room. All five sat down and Mrs. Granger passed out the cups of tea. Lupin spoke up first.
"Mr. and Mrs. Granger, this may be hard, but I need you to tell me what happened exactly. And Hermione, too, if you remember anything."
"Well, I remember I was saying good-bye to the last customer, Mrs. Brown and her son Jonathan," replied Mrs. Granger.
"And I was cleaning the equipment in the back," said Mr. Granger.
"So, I was just about to close the door and lock up when I saw a great blue explosion from the center of the street," said Mrs. Granger.
"Where were you Hermione, if you don't mind me asking?" asked Lupin
"Oh, I was at the park, with…." trailed off Hermione, blushing.
"With?" asked Harry accusingly
"Just a friend," she stated quietly, stomping on Harry's foot.
"I'll tell you later," she whispered in his ear.
"Ok, so there was a blue explosion," Lupin reminded the group.
"Yes, but I saw it then I heard it, it was at least three seconds before the noise came. But when it came, it knocked me off my feet and blew out the windows," stated Mrs. Granger.
"Is that all?" asked Lupin.
"Yes," replied Mrs. Granger. She stood up and poured everywhere more tea.
"Excuse me, I left something in my room," said Hermione, gently nudging Harry's knee. After a few minutes Harry spoke up.
"Excuse me, where is your bathroom?" asked Harry.
"Down the hall, last door on the right, do you want me to show you where it is?" asked Mr. Granger.
"Oh no, thanks though," Harry replied. Harry walked down the hall and as he got to the bathroom, Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him into her room. She closed the door. She sat on the bed and beckoned Harry over. He sat on the bed and she started explaining.
"Ok so at the park, I was with a boy named Jason Wood. He and I….dated at the end of fifth year. We broke up, well I broke up with him at the end of the summer, but he was pretty angry. He called me a slut who just dated him for a summer fling," she said. Harry's eyes opened wide.
"Oh no, nothing like that," she said, placing a hand on his. She withdrew it quickly, but they both blushed. "Anyway, he came by this afternoon and told me he wanted to apologize for being such an ass. We walked around the park a few times and talked it over. He apologized a lot and said that he had just really liked me and was sorry it couldn't have lasted."
"Huh? Wha? You done? I think I fell asleep," he joked. She punched him in the arm.
"I've never told that to anyone before, thanks for listening," she said.
"Hermione, not that I'm not glad that you trust me, but could you save the girl stuff for Ginny," Harry smiled.
"I guess we should get back downstairs, I've been 'looking for something' for a while," stated Hermione.
"Yea, and I've 'been in the bathroom' for forever." They both walked downstairs and joined the group again.