A/N: Sorry for the delay in updates! College is really time consuming and all that jazz. But the semester is almost over and I will be able to start updating more regularly!

Chapter 9
What the fof…

For the rest of the day the three sat filling up pages of parchment with notes, try to organize everything they knew.

Yet again, the noise in the Weyr was strange. It was not the eerie silence that had fallen when the two queens had gone between, but more of an uneasy celebration. In general, a hatching was suppose to be a joyous day. However, between the dragon violently attacking Hermione, and Lord Jaxom's impression of the little white one, no one was entirely sure how to react.

The trio sat in their room, oblivious to their surroundings, diligently making their notes.

"Done," Hermione said firmly.

Harry and Ron looked up.

"Okay, here is our compiled time line," she handed Harry and Ron copies as she spoke. "The three of us walked through the barrier at King's Cross. We said our good-byes; and Harry left with the Dursleys. Shortly after you left, my family and the Weasleys started heading towards the exit. We stopped briefly at a bench because my parents wanted to give me a new book they'd bought me, so I stopped to put it away. Then, as we were walking out the door at Kings Cross, everything but our trunks and us vanished, and we found ourselves on the hatching ground. Correct?"

Ron nodded, but Harry bit his lip. Hermione's time-line seemed correct, but there was something that must have happened at that moment they appeared on the hatching ground.

"What did Hagrid say?" Harry asked suddenly.

"About what?" Ron asked casually, twisting the end of his quill between his fingers.

"Voldemort," Ron flinched but Harry continued with out apology. "Something about what will come will come."

Hermione furrowed her brow slightly, trying to think of what Harry was talking about. "Oh right, 'what will come will come, and we'll meet it when it-'" she broke off suddenly and stared.

Ron raised an eyebrow, "'What will come will come and we'll meet it when it-'" Ron cut off, "What the bloody hell is going on! Why can't we say it?"

"That's got to be connected some how!" Harry said snapping his fingers. "Right before we appeared on the hatching ground that's what I was thinking about!"

Hermione was staring wide-eyed at Harry, "But how…?" She asked slowly. "What would that have to do with anything?"

Harry stood up and started pacing. "I left King's Cross. I walked out to the car." Harry walked over to his chair. "I opened the door," he opened an invisible car door; "I got in and closed the door." He mimed the movements, sitting down in his chair as he spoke. "Then we started driving away. I was thinking about what Hagrid said, that what would come would come and I would have to meet it when it fof." Harry bit his lip and just sat puzzling.

Hermione however gasped and Ron looked confused.

"What?" Harry asked, oblivious to his own words.

"What did you say Harry?" Hermione said, her eyes widening.

"What? I would have to meet it when it fof..." Harry suddenly realized what he had said. "Fof?"

Ron's eyebrows shot up. "What's a fof?"

"A clue," Hermione said firmly. "I'd bet all the money in Gringotts that has something to do with whatever happened."

There was a knock at the door.

Hermione grabbed all their notes and shoved them into her trunk.

"Come in," Harry said the moment he thought it was safe.

The door opened and the two Weyrleaders entered.

Hermione immediately went pale.

"How are you doing?" Lessa asked curtly. The question was merely a formality, not a concerned question.

Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but F'lar spoke before she could say anything. "Talina told us what happened. We want to hear your side of the story." F'lar sounded completely indifferent.

So Hermione told them the same story she'd told Harry and Ron. By the time Hermione had finished she was trembling again and unconsciously rubbing a hand along her freshly healed neck wounds.

Harry had half a mind to ask the Weyrleaders to leave.

"That's exactly what Talina said," F'lar almost sounded disappointed.

"Why'd you stop me from conjuring up stretchers for them?" Ron asked suddenly.

F'lar flinched, but Lessa didn't hesitate to answer.

"Only a select few know what you can do. No one else needs to know." Lessa spoke so bluntly that Harry almost felt stupid. Almost.

"So what? We're your big Weyr secret or something?" Ron asked bitterly. "You'd think we'd be trusted by now."

"Why?" F'lar asked, his bluntness rivaling Lessa's.

"Why! Bloody hell!" Ron shouted. "We could blow this place apart if we wanted to!"

F'lar stood up sharply. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Of course not!" Ron snapped jumping to his feet also. "That's why we-"

"Listen here you!" F'lar snarled, his eyes flashing menacingly. "You appeared out of no where threatening the queen dragon and the Weyrwoman; You've shown time and time again how dangerous you can be; And yet you expect us to trust you? Why the hell should we trust you! You just now declared you could kill us all, while claiming you wouldn't!"

"Enough." Lessa stood up and held F'lar's arm in a firm but dignified way. "You should rest," she said to Hermione as she turned to leave the room, half dragging F'lar behind her.

"Can we make a break for it yet?" Ron growled after the door shut behind the Weyrleaders.

"And go where?" Hermione asked taking out their notes again.

"Somewhere that has a dictionary that defines 'Fof,'" Ron muttered sarcastically.

Ron's comment fell on deaf ears since Hermione was busy searching through her trunk for something and Harry was re-reading their notes for the third time.

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A couple hours later Harry sat back in his chair rubbing his eyes under his glasses. "We're not going to get much more done tonight."

Ron yawned while nodding in agreement.

Hermione silently collected their notes and put them back in her trunk. She paused a moment and stared.

"I wonder..." She muttered, pushing some notes aside she pulled out the book her parents had given her at King's Cross.

Harry read the title: Advance Charms for the Overachiever. He choked down a laugh as Hermione started quickly flipping through it.

"Ah! Found it. I've read a dozen references to this one." She pulled out her wand and pointed it at her trunk. She mumbled something Harry couldn't hear, and suddenly her trunk disappeared.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Ron jumped up and looked around the room for the trunk.

Hermione didn't answer but bent down and picked up her trunk which was now smaller than the palm of her hand.

"Simple." She said, almost to herself. She opened the lid of the tiny trunk and sat it down on the table. Then, with a soft motion, she taped the book with her wand and then tapped on the trunk twice. The book suddenly disappeared and the little trunk snapped shut.

Harry was stunned. "How do you get it out?"

"Simple," Hermione said again. "Accio Charms." The little trunk popped open again and the book appeared floating over the trunk full size.

"Wicked…"

"Can you do it to ours too?" Harry asked.

"Of course!"

After two more quick spells by Hermione, a grinning Harry and Ron picked up their miniature trunks and pocketed them.

With their spirits considerably higher than they had been that morning, the three got ready for and climbed into bed.

"I have a feeling tomorrow will be a lot better," Hermione said with a small smile.

"I hope so," Harry said quietly.

Ron answered with a soft snore.