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Yayy! I hope the list of readers go up. I am SO sorry about the atrocious grammar from chapters 2-4. I will definitely fix that after I update with the 5th chapter. I hope you all like what I have so far. Chapter 4 seems to be my best chapter yet, I guess.
Anyways, I needed your guys' help! Hermione will deliver a third baby Weasley soon. And I've been thinking about what we should name him. I would love it if you have any good suggestions; just suggest any names through your reviews! I really can't think of anything, well, I wouldn't tell you guys if it were a boy or girl! So just give some boy names and some girl names. So where were we in the story? That's right; Hermione just realized they didn't have their wands when the cloaked figures started to surround them. So let's just continue on with that…
With tons of love and loads of thanks to my faithful reviewers,
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"They, they won't harm us, will they?" Ron had his arms wrapped tightly over Hermione's shoulders, who surprisingly didn't seem to mind since she was so worried.
"I have no idea," Harry sniffed, placing his hand over his freezing nose.
"You know, maybe we should find some sort of shelter," Hermione suggested, as she twiddled her fingers and united them together eventually.
"Shelter? There doesn't seem to be a tree in sight and you're talking about shelter?" Ginny whiffed around and stared into Hermione's worried eyes with a pathetic glare.
"I never said there was shelter. I just said we should look for some sort of shelter, find one." Hermione replied heatedly.
"Can you guys not get at each other again?" Harry was fumed; he was annoyed with Ginny and Hermione, and really didn't take side with Ginny just because she was his wife.
"You're right, Harry," Ginny sighed; she turned back to face ahead.
The pouring snow soon turned into a ferocious blizzard. Even when the car doors were shut and the windows as well, the four of them can hear the wind howl outside so loudly, it could have been a ghostly voice. The snow that was piling on the grounds swirled around in groups like mini tornadoes.
"Harry! Step at it! LOOK!" Hermione was frantically trying to grab Harry's attention out her window. There seemed to be thousands of cloaked figures, walking over to their car like mutant zombies. A fence magically appeared between them, and they waved, and then started after the car in groups.
"Harry! What are they?" Ginny shrieked, as a dark face shadowed by a midnight black cloak plastered over her window.
"I DON'T KNOW!" Harry accelerated at about 120 mph. But that just signaled to the cloaked figures as a challenge, and they exceeded the speed.
"Mo-mmyyy!" Peter and Rupert choked; they were both wide-awake, and scared to death.
"Don't worry! Everything will be fine," She pulled the two of them into her lap, and shuddered as a cloaked figure tried to bite itself into the car form the trunk window.
"Harry, I really think we should—She stopped in mid-sentence. She made out a wooden shack at the right side. A golden lantern above the doorway hazily twinkled through the snow-covered window.
"Harry! A shack! A shack!" She hopped excitedly, and for the second time in the evening excitedly wrapped her hands around his headrest and swarmed forward, barely on the seat.
"Where?" He asked alarmingly.
"Over there, you see? The golden light? The wooden door?" She questioned breathlessly.
"Hermione—you saw THAT?" Ron was impressed; he would have never seen a wooden shack with barely a smudge of light twinkling over the door a mile away, in a pitch-black night accompanied with a blizzard.
"Yes, yes! Harry, you must drive at the highest speed, so we can have time to get in there without these—these black-cloaked people coming in there with us. We'll lock the door, and we should really call the police so they can send some sort of rescue teams. Since we don't have our wands," Hermione was chattering away, as Harry stopped the car and scurried out, opening the jeep door for Hermione to climb out. He took Rupert and Peter into his arms and kicked the shack door open.
"Police?" Ron asked, dumb founded.
"Yes, Ron. I'll explain later, just please come into the shack," Hermione looked around worriedly in the distance, where black cloaked figures were zooming forward.
"Harry, you guys go in, I'll bring some food in," Ron would have probably fallen into the snow square in the head, if he didn't outbalance himself from the wind that continued to howl ghostly in the snowy night. Ron turned around, a black-cloaked figure standing next to him and stifling a cold laugh.
"RON! NO, GET IN HERE, NOW!" Hermione snatched at Ron's shirt and pulled him in, as Ginny shuddered, watching the cloaked figures trying to get in, she slammed the door, and heavily locked it.. There was mad pounding, but then minutes later, it quieted down.
"Ron! You would have gotten killed! Those stupid black clocked figures were heading right towards you!" Hermione screamed, teary eyed, as she gasped for breath.
"Hermione! I can take care of myself! What are we going to eat now?" Ron asked, as food was the main problem here.
"Ronald Weasley! You hear my words clear out! I will starve to death all my life if I have to, even if I'm carrying a baby inside me! But I will never take the risk of losing you, EVER!" Hermione tightly wrapped her arms around the Ron she knew of, that was slightly shaking from cold, his eyes gleaming with tense love.
"Hermione—did, was that you speaking?" He bent down next to her as she collapsed onto a wooden chair and hiccupped several times and wiped her nose from the sleeve of her shirt.
"Oh stop it, Ron," She turned away, embarrassed.
"Oh, what a fluff filled scene that was!" Ginny clapped, she turned back to the window that she and Harry were staring out. The black-cloaked figures trooped down the prairie, waving to them.
"My goodness, they're waving at US!" Ginny squealed, she waved back, bewildered.
"You know, maybe they're nice. Maybe this is some sort of new civilization they're trying to invite us into," Hermione guessed wildly.
"I guess so, I mean, you never know," Harry sighed. He noticed his stomach grumble emptily, it felt shallow and narrow at the same time, and it made him feel like a balloon.
"I'm starving," Ron grumbled.
"Me too, it's like mice are in my stomach," Ginny smiled nastily.
"Oh Ginny! Gross!" Hermione rubbed her stomach, which seemed to look rounder than ever.
"Are you hungry?" Harry asked concernedly, giving a questioning look towards Hermione. She smiled warmly,
"I'm always hungry, extremely right now. Whatever I eat seems to be gone in less than minutes. I guess this baby Weasley is sure like its father. Hungry. You see, I'm never full, it eats it all," Hermione laughed.
"What do you mean like its father? And what do you mean by hungry? I'm not always hungry," Ron squirmed uneasily.
"Sure, Ron. In the summers, while Fred and George and I looked forward to Hogwarts and quidditch and stuff, you used to look forward to the feasts, the most," Ginny recalled.
"Okay, enough chat, why are we all pretending as if we're staying in a travel lodge? We've got to get out of here," Harry announced, he was bending over a fireplace and ripping parchment and throwing it in. Bright orange flames reflected from his round glasses as he stared up.
"You're right, I wonder if there is a phone here," Hermione gazed around the shack, noticing how wonderfully cozy it seemed. The floor was covered in a maroon shawl and bright orange cushions scattered around the floor. A stale gray couch was misplaced in the center besides the fireplace, and a mahogany coffee table stood across, the walls were covered in strange, symbolic paintings and the room glowed with orange light, the blizzard had calmed outside. But white flakes of snow still fell from the sky; the grounds looked as if they were buried in cotton.
"Nope, no phone here," Ginny sighed; she walked forward and bent next to Harry, and sat, warming her hands near the flames.
There was silence for a minute or two, and the fire crackled and spurted in its place. Ron had his fingers twisted into Hermione's and was staring at particularly nothing.
"I'm very, really hungry now," Rupert broke the silence; the twins were sitting on the maroon shawl covered floor, with their legs sprawled out and kicking the air, with their bellies on the floor.
"I think we should go out and look for some food," Harry helped himself up. His black T-shirt was soaking wet, and just getting away from the fire and walking out in that cold tensioned him.
"Harry, wait," Ginny got up, she pulled off her full sleeve purple shirt and stood in a lacey white tank top, and she wrapped her T shirt around Harry's shoulders and smiled.
"Cute," she sniffed, and waved him off.
"Thanks, Gin," Ron glanced over to Hermione eagerly but it stung on him that she was pregnant, and can use all the clothing she can get, he was certainly not going to ask her to borrow her overly large shirt.
"Harry, I'm coming too," Ron announced bravely. He opened the shack door and peeked out nosily, then fully came out, as the wind continued to howl.
"Okay, we'll be right back ladies. Don't leave the shack, I swear if one of you leave—
"We get it Ron, now bring these ladies some food," Ginny moaned, she collapsed next to the fire place and extender her wrists and bathed them in the heat.
About half an hour later, the black cloaked figures arrived. Hermione and Ginny were deep in conversation, with the shack door tightly shut and heavily locked. But soon, the banging on the door was too hard to miss; the two of them stared up alarmingly.
"What are they doing?" Ginny asked in a questioning tone of voice, she tilted her head and gazed out the window, wiping the fog that had built up in the window from the cold.
"What are they doing with our car?" Hermione hurried forward as fast as possible.
"They're taking it away! HEY!" Ginny waved frantically at them, and then she unlatched the lock and kicked the shack door open, struggling through the foot length snow and ran after the Jeep.
"Ginny! NO!" Hermione cried out, as she could make out Ginny running in her lacy white tank top after the car that tooted a farewell horn. Soon, Ginny was barely the size of an ant. She returned back to the shack,
"Ginny? Ginny, where are you?" Hermione whimpered, she looked around, her hair frosted with white flakes that melted into her hair that was sprawled around her shoulders.
"GINNY!" She hollered out into the night, she could've swore she saw Ginny coming back, but then what had happened to her, was she lost? Did she go in the wrong direction? She couldn't help but think that Ginny had disappeared.
Hermione walked back into the shack and left the door wide open. If she would lock it, Ginny wouldn't be able to come in, and what if those black cloaked figures were running after her? Hermione was staring out the door, with Rupert and Peter snoring softly in a corner.
"…I'm so glad that we've found fruit! We got really lucky, no mate? Look at all this, cherries, apples, and oranges. The twins, Hermione and Ginny will be thrille—Ron stopped dead in his tracks, the fruit piled in his arms falling and landing in the snow with soft thuds.
"Ha-rry, the door!" Ron hurried forward, straggling in the snow; he walked into the shack and frantically searched the room.
"Where's Ginny and Hermione!" He shook his twins awake, and they cried in irritation.
"We don't know!" They finally answered, rubbing their eyes.
"Where's mommy, daddy?" Rupert tugged at the end of Ron's shirt, which was soaked with melted snow.
"Harry, where are you?" Ron shouted airily into the night. Harry returned, with Ginny resting on his shoulder, he was carrying her, and looked deeply frightened.
"Gin…" Ron couldn't finish. Ginny was muttering something, her tank top so wet, that anyone could have seen through it, Harry tugged it off and stuffed the full sleeve purple shirt onto Ginny, as she moaned and muttered as if in deep sleep. She had her eyes faintly closed.
"Hermione…Harry, where's Hermione?" Ron shook Harry. Harry had turned quiet, he had his hands over his face.
"HARRY! TALK TO ME! DON'T IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!" Ron finally screamed in frustration, he kicked the coffee table and it flipped and fell up side down next to the fireplace. Ron was scarlet in the face, "Hermione…" He fell onto the couch and rubbed his head, with tears prickling his face.
"Harry…" Ginny had finally opened her eyes, and was starting to say words much clearer. Ron leapt forward and sat next to her,
"Ginny, you need to tell us what happened. Where's Hermione?" Harry asked quickly, struggling through his words. Ginny was lying on the couch, her hair soaking wet and her face streaked with tears.
"GINNY! GOD DAMMIT! WHERE'S HERMIONE?" Ron shook Ginny violently.
"I don't know!" She pulled away and hugged close to Harry, who shook his head towards Ron, he slowly stroked Ginny's wet hair.
"Wait." Harry pulled free from Ginny digging her nails into his chest, and walked forward in front of a painting.
"This wasn't here when we first came into the shack," He recalled suspiciously. He touched the painting, and his hand somehow was gone, he pulled his hand out, and it was solid again, it was a hole.
A black hole swirling virtuously, like what people used to hypnotize others.
Harry hurried forward and sat next to Ginny, giving quick glances at the painting.
"Keep an eye on that, Ron, and make sure it doesn't disappear,"
"Ginny, tell me what happened," He spoke softly.
"Well, Hermione and I were just chatting away and then-then there was banging on the door. So we looked out the window and figured that those black cloaked figures were taking our car—
"WHAT?" Ron screamed, he leapt forward and stared out the window.
"The car's gone!" Ron shrieked.
"—And then I got very mad and I knew I couldn't let them get away with it, so I chased them. Hermione was screaming my name but I kept running after the jeep, but they took it away, I lost them. I started on my way back to the shack, but then I fainted. About an hour later I woke up and then I threw up the butter beer, and then worms. That butter beer was cursed, and Hermione was right. It was good I had only taken a sip, or else I would have been really sick. I felt sick again, and then I just collapsed into the snow. I think I had heard Hermione scream, but I was barely awake and I couldn't get up. And then you brought me in here, Harry. And Hermione mysteriously is gone." Ginny shuddered at her last sentence and then lightly placed her head onto Harry's shoulder. But he quickly walked back to the painting,
'I'm going in," He announced.
"What? No, you can get killed!" Ginny squealed.
"And what about Hermione!" Ron asked frightfully.
"Yes, I guess you're right—but
"Ginny, you better zip that selfish mouth of yours. Who saved you from the Chamber Of Secrets? What if Hermione is in the same situation as you were in, in you're first year?" Ron asked heatedly.
"Alright, fine," Ginny scuffed the floor, and then wrapped her arms over her chest.
"Be back soon, Harry," She whispered softly.
"I'll be back soon Ginny, with Hermione," He gave an assuring, quick glance at Ron. Then he dipped his body into the painting and disappeared…
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HECK! This chapter was LOOOONNNGGGG! LOL, but I guess satisfying for those who like long chapters, and annoying for those who like to read, quick, easy chapters and review, and then carry on with another story. I hope you all liked this chapter. It wasn't my best, but I like where I'm heading to with this story. Anyhow, remember to tell me what you thought of it! I'd love to hear your feedback.
Also, don't forget to put baby names in your reviews, names that I can probably consider on naming the third Baby Weasley. IF Hermione returns…MUAHAHAHAHAHA!