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"Hermione! Thank Merlin you're alright!" Ron leapt forward and pulled Hermione into a tight hug.
"Yes, yes, Ron, I'm alright!" Hermione turned to see Ginny, who was practically planting kisses all over Harry's face, she grinned warmly.
It continued to snow out, but the ferocious blizzard had calmed tremendously. The shack looked more like a warm home now. The sun was pouring through one of the windows and snow flakes floated in the sky. The ground was covered with thick sheets of ice and snow.
Peter and Rupert hurried forward and hugged their mother tightly.
"Hermione, you must tell us everything that happened," Ginny held Hermione's hand and guided her to the couch; she sat attentively, and made room for Harry and Ron.
"Well, I was just sitting in the shack, worrying about Ginny. Peter and Rupert were sleeping. And then this mysterious painting appears, I-I was just curious and walked towards it, and I swear someone had pushed me in. I was very worried, but I walked down the passage anyhow, and then I reached this bedroom. So, I walked in and there was this old woman and man sitting…
000FLASH-BACK000
"—I'm sure Verna, they will return,"
"But how? They're dead, and along with he!"
"They'll return by the initials of T.F.A.T.L.O.D"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I have no explanation, nor an idea, what that is supposed to resemble,"
'Harold, how are we going to return home?"
At that moment, a door whined open…the old couple stared alarmingly with horror swooning into their eyes, their pupils turned wide.
"Go! Go! Out the window!" The man, Harold shouted at his wife, Verna.
"I'm—I'm going, but what—you!" The woman named Verna choked; she had just put one of her legs out the window, and with the flick of a wand, a black cloaked figure, much bigger than the rest, and having a coldness swooning around him.
The window had sucked the lady's leg, its' windows becoming giant sharp teeth, a window it did not remain. The window disappeared, and the beautiful maroon paint that surrounded the room plastered over its place. There was no escape now.
"Please—please don't—mercy! We won't tell anyone! Just please—AAAARGH!"
A shot of neon green light spurted out the wand, and within minutes, the man named Harold fell to the ground with a soft thud, with not a drop of blood, bruise or sign—that he was dead.
"Harold! Please—no!" The woman frantically looked around. And a second shot of green light spurted out the wand, the couple laid huddled close to each other on the floor, dead.
"You're next." A cold voice. Scratchy and chalky, almost choking surrounded the room. Hermione frantically looked around.
Then the next thing she knew, Harry was sitting on his knees, pleading her to be alright. And she was never more relieved in her life.
000END OF FLASHBACK000
"You're next? What's that supposed to mean?" Ron's voice trembled, becoming squeaky and wavy.
"Don't worry Ron, it was just a threat. Nothing will happen to Hermione. She was thrown into a painting by coincidence—right?" Harry looked from one person to the next, reading their faces' expressions.
"Or was that meant to be?" Ginny shuddered, rubbing Hermione's arm comfortingly, as she softly cried on her shoulder, horror struck on how the world she survived that murder in front of her without fainting.
The four of them continued to talk, comforting Hermione, talking suspiciously. And then, as if with a snap of a finger, they were back in the deep forest, inside their jeep, the normal world they peacefully drove down what seemed like years ago.
The sun was sprinkling through the pine trees now, and sirens whirled and shined over Hermione's face, there was no snow, a summer wind gushed into the half open window and lightly surfaced itself over Harry's face.
Peter and Rupert were sitting in the back, hugging close to each other, Harry was on the driver's seat, and Ginny was next to him. Hermione and Ron were sitting in the middle.
"What the?" Ron asked, as a muggle police car whirled after their jeep.
"Are you alright, madam?" A muggle police man tapped impatiently on Ginny's window, and she nodded stupidly, dumbfounded. Why wouldn't she be alright?
"Where's the shack?" Ron asked, still trying to swallow this mysterious transfiguration from one place to the next.
"Something isn't right about this," Hermione slid the jeep door open, and hurried after the officer.
"Officer, what happened?"
"Excuse me?"
"I mean, you know—I kind of fainted, so I don't really remember, and neither do the others. But we're fine now," Hermione glanced nervously towards the ambulance.
"You had a mysterious accident. The car you hit is smooched, but your car is fine. The funny thing is that it is a black jeep with the same license plate. Moments later, it disappeared into your jeep" The officer squint his eyes, and tilted his head, trying to put all this information together.
Nothing made sense.
"But how can that be? No two cars can be the same and have the same plate! Can you tell me every single thing that happened?" Hermione asked, trying her best to remember hitting a car, but there was no such thing taking place!
"Wow, it must've been, you really did faint. Well anyhow, it was dark out, and the young man in you're jeep was turning to go inside the campgrounds, you know? That intersection from the continuing road and the welcome sign?"
"Right, right, right, I know," Hermione nodded, signaling for him to continue, a river of thoughts floating in her mind.
"Well, there was a black jeep with the same plate coming out, and those two had an accident. The jeep you hit is gone, you kind of went through it, it was pretty damn strange, and we've had a lot of witnesses, people say it was amazing, and your car—just sucked in the other jeep. Almost like magic—the officer thought hard about his last phrase.
"Magic? That's silly, I, uh, well, we're fine now—so, are we free to go—home?" Hermione asked, boiling with curiosity, how can this be? The information just didn't fit!
"Not that quick, you're going to have to come to the station to do some formalities."
"Formalities?"
"You know, sign some contracts, explain what happened, and such," The officer bobbed his head side to side. Hermione watched all the yellow bench looking things 'Crime scene DO NOT CROSS' they read on either side. She sighed, and hurried back to the jeep, chattering away breathlessly to the others what he had told her.
"I don't believe this," Ginny protested, she put her hands over her chest, and frowned.
"But how? HOW?" Ron smacked himself on the forehead several times, deeply bewildered.
"We'll figure it out later, but now, we have to go to the station to do some formalities. You know, sign papers, with the jeep's plate and color, and info. And what had happened from our point of view. I guess it's more over a detective case than a police one,"
They followed the officer's car out the jeep and minutes later arrived in the station. Hermione, Ron and Harry trooped out the car, while Ginny stayed with the twins who had started to sleep.
"Hermione, I'm telling you. They need to see a doctor, they're always sleeping!" Ginny scolded. But Hermione ignored, and hurried into the doors that slid open for her, and coolness from the air conditioned building swarmed over her, her body suddenly felt as if she was put in a steady freezer from her bedroom.
After signing all the papers, and Harry giving all his information about the jeep and himself, and after writing a short response of what they remembered, the police freed them to go home.
When they returned to Harry and Ginny's tropical mansion, (A/N I'm not trying to make them sound all—you know, preppy and rich but Harry IS rich. I know it sounds so—fake and fantasy-ish and childish. But sigh I can totally imagine)
Harry parked his car in the drive way while Ginny guided Hermione, Ron and the twins into the foyer. A twirling white stair case looped to the second floor, the tiled floor was shiny with white. And sun squished itself in the house through the giant window above the door, a golden chandelier swung gently from one side to the other above Hermione and Ron.
"Make yourselves at home; I'll go make some milkshakes. Hermione, you better take those twins in the den, or the guests' room, your choice. Let's let them sleep a while longer," Ginny swayed away down a hallway next to the towering stair case, and entered the kitchen, connected to the kitchen, and completely behind the stair case was the living room, with a high ceiling and towering glass windows and royal creamiest curtains and a warm beige carpet that Ron squeezed his toes into when he walked in.
"What's the matter, Ron?" Ginny asked, while she rummaged through a drawer for the grinder's blade.
"Nothing," He lied, deep in thought.
"You know you can't lie to me. Come on, Ron, tell m—
"What else in the world do you think I'm thinking about, Gin? You KNOW I'm thinking about the whole accident, and the whole ruined camping trip." He frowned, he was feeling sad and confused, he needed to keep his mind off of from the whole thing like everyone else, he hurried up the stairs, knowing what would keep his mind off from the whole thing, and he needed some love from Hermione.
Hermione was sitting in the guest room, her head touching the brim of the window, Peter was snoring in her lap, while she was busy reading a magazine, titled 'Motherhood'
Ron lazily walked towards her, and instantly kissed her on the lips, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth, she dropped her magazine and pushed Ron's head closer to hers, and his tongue danced in her mouth deeper.
"Ron—this is no time," She groaned, as his hand wandered over her shoulder, fiddling with the strap. She pushed him away instantly as she heard Ginny call for them, but Ron had a firm grip, and planted kisses all around her neck as she, with a final push, and a gentle move to Peter to the pillow, hurried down the stairs.
"Much better, I can breathe now," Ron smiled mischievously as Hermione gave a glance towards him one last time, laughing breathily.
"You don't need this, Hermione, you'll be a great mother," Ron was not talking to anyone in particular, but to remember what Hermione meant to him, he picked up the magazine and tossed it in the trash can, he planted a kiss on the twins full rosy cheeks and hurried down the stairs for a helping of milkshake…
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