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Harry slouched back up to the room he shared with Ron, and sat on his bed. He didn't understand what Lupin was talking about. But hed have an idea that whatever it was, it must be important.
Espically, if Voldemort is after it.
He looked up at the low ceiling, picking abest mindly at a thread sticking out of the one of the many blankets on his bed. He wondered about Hogwarts knowing, the students were coming back to school this year. This year would of been his seventh yeart...
But not this year... all because of bloody Voldemort. He thought angrily pullling at the thread harder and harder now. He was already of age and, could do magic whenever he please. Dumbledore, Sirius, his parents were all that came to his mind when he turned seventeen. He grinned at the thought of killing Snape, Voldemort, and Peter Pettigrew. He would finally get revenge at the murders that killed his loved ones. His thoughts were interupted as Hermione knocked and, walked into the bed room.
"What's wrong?" He asked sitting up worried that something was wrong.
"Nothing...just wanted to see if everythings ok." She said nonchantly, sitting on Ron's bed opposite of Harry. She twirled a strand of her bushy brown hair, Harry watching her a slight frown starting to form on his face.
"So what do you want?"
"Hmmm?" She asked looking up at him.
"What do you want?" He asked again a little bit angrily, annoyed by her presence. He didn't want her in here, not now when he was thinking. He wanted privacy for once in his life!
"Well you don't have to bloody snap at me Harry! I'm just worried about you that's all!" She retorted angrily, standing up now.
"Well, why are you worried about me? I'm bloody fine, haven't been better!"
"Don't lie, even Rons sees it your being such a git!"
"Git! Oh who asked you anyways." He said storming out of the room, leaving a fuming Hermione behind in Rons bedroom.
Meanwhile...
The bell rang and, the door flew opened revealing a very agitated women. She glowered at the two men dressed very funny and, raised her eyebrows at them. The one man looks nice, but the other man... his eyes look funny.
There came a loud BANG and, the one man pushed Mrs. Macready out of the way.
"Peter he's here, MOVE!" The one man shouted kicking the door open, hitting poor Mrs. Macready right on the bloody plonker!
"What in the bloody hell!" She moaned holding her now bloody nose, as she followed the two running men.
"HE'S IN HERE MAD-EYE!"
"MOONY DO YOU HONESTLY THINK YOU CAN CATCH ME? THE GREATEST SERVANT OF LORD VOLDEMORT?" There was a crack and, Mrs. Macready cautiously creeped into the library to see the Proffessor on the ground unconcious. The two wierd looking men were trying to help him up.
"WHO ARE YOU? TELL ME NOW OR I'LL GET THE AUTHORITES!" She screamed as her eyes continued to look at the Proffessor, as she slowly started to back away.
"Were in a bit of a tight spot Remus."
"I know Mad-Eye."
"We can't tell her and, you know it."
"But she deserves-"
"No, the Ministry won't allow a Muggle to know, its way too risky."
"Very well." Remus said turning around to the woman a sad look on his face. He muttered a spell and, she remembered nothing more.
Narnia
"Aslan are you sure that there returning? There really coming back?" Mr. Tumnus asked excited that he would get to see his friend Lucy again. It had felt like forever to him and, he did miss her dearly. But the silence from Aslan only, made him feel a great sense of dread.
Aslan was looking out one of the great windows of Cair Paravel, watching the giant waves of the sea crash against the rocks surrounding the great castle.
"Evil is once again returning to Narnia and, I fear that the Sons of Adam and, the Daughters of Eve are in grave danger." Aslan said gravely, shaking his golden mane The halls were silent, not a sound was heard in the entire castle.
"What will happen to Narnia?" Mr. Tumnus asked quietly barely a whisper.
"That Mr. Tumnus even I don't know."
