Finally, I update:cheers in the background: okay, i hope u likey, ive been preoccupied w/Seeing What Should Not Be Seen, only slightly obsessed with finishing this one. Pleaz...REVIEW! not much Malfoy in this chappie, but more on Ron and Harry! this is a kinda long chappie, so brace yourself!
She blinked quickly, shockeda t how easily she could enter Harry's mind. This talent was, sadly, wellknown and common for older wizards. The guards at her prison had warded her cell against Muggleborn magic at all. If either of her friends even attempted to sense her they would think her dead
The protection system in her cell became useless after a while, seeing as in Hermione's weakened state she would be unable to concentrate, anyway. She rejoiced in Malfoy's negligence, glad that he had slighted her abilities.
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Harry jumped up in surprise and realization, looking around the damp room he was trapped in. For a mere instant he had seen Hermione's face...a bedroom. She looked so thin. The only other times he had seen and felt such things was when he, Ron and Hermione used to communicate telepathically.
They first started doing this when they were in different classes (such as when Ron and Harry were trapped in Divination and Hermione was in Arithmancy) he had simply gotten bored and dounf that he could communicate, though not efficiently. She had seen mere flashes of him and the Divination room and he could sense her in an odd, indefinable way.
They strengthened this skill after Hermione's breakup with Malfoy, seeing as her thirst for victory had become insatiable.
These skills are what made them such a powerful team of Aurors, basically inseperable. Over the past yar Harry and Ron grew closer, though both of them had sunk into depression after all hope for Hermione's return had faded into a distant dream.
Harry tried to shake the feeling as he continued to duel a baffled Dean. "You're telegraphing. Stop inflicting motion on your arm before you curse. It gives away your plan." Harry warned, easily besting Dean once more.
As they finished Harry continued to feel pangs of emotions that were not his own coursing throug his body. "Ron," He said breathlessly as he traveled a near-empty corridor. This painful excuse for a facility was where hopeful Aurora trained in hopes of destroying Voldemort.
"What?" He replied in his usual ornery way...at least since Hermione's alleged death and Ginny's medically proven one.
Not that Harry was before Ron, he did not know what to say. "I'm sort of...well, the thing is, -er-, well..." Ron sighed, obviously agitated at his friend's inarticulativeness.
"Stop rambling."
Harry regained control and exoplained his sudden insight to a flabbergasted Ron.
"It felt the same? You saw her...where do you reckon she is? I suppose most places have a bed, but did you see anything familiar?" Harry though pensively, recalling the positions of the objects in the room.
"Dumbledore's old quarters." It did not feel like he had said that, and he had spoken most unintentionally. But he knew it was truth.
"Dumbledore?" Ron said breathlessly, evidenly and rightly surprised.
"But, um, you-know-know's camped out there in Hogwarts." The little color from Harry's face drained as Ron spoke these words. It felt as though he would vomit.
"Take me to Dumbledore."
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Dumbledore was just as shocked as Ron, though he concealed it much more efficiently.
"Did you hear her?" He asked quietly, looking at Harry with his sparkling blue eyes. Like a child he shook his head, concentrating on keeping his mind open.
"Hermione Granger could easily be the edge we need to win this war. If she was able to enter your mind briefly and made her presence know, I am quite sure that she is strong enough to sustain the connection. Voldemort most likely has no idea of killing her...yet."
Ron, unlike his old headmaster, did not hide his confusion well. "Why's you reckon he'd keep her alive?" Harry winced as a though entered his mind uninvitedly.
"Bait. Get us out of hiding long enough to..." His voice trailed off. There was no reason to complete that sentence.
"D'you think you-know-who's golden boy has anything to do with this?" Dumbledore turned to Ron sharply, anger blazing in his eyes for an instant.
"Draco Malfoy." Harry sneered at the mention of his name.
"Traitorous bastard if there ever was one. He probably wants us there so he can kill us." Ron nodded angrily before speaking.
"Not that it matters, of course. We'll get her no matter what." Ron proclaimed, Harry beaming at him.
"I fear that it will not be so black-and-white as this. As forementioned, Draco Malfoy, may pose a problem." There was a collective sneer and shudder at the mention of the name.
"As Mr. Weasley so rightly pointed out, he has become something like a right hand man to Voldemort. Perhaps Ms. Granger's capture had...other intentions." He suggested darkly. Harry exclaimed in outrage at this, disgusted by the mere suggestion.
"We did that hex on the women, though, remember?" Ron said, causing Harry to sight in relief.
"Oh, yes. But I douvt that this will stop him from...woong Ms. Granger in hopes of turning her. He did attempt this before and some of our reliable spies have said that he has become rather obsessed with having her." Dumbledore pointed out gently, furtherly enraging the two mem before him.
"We're going to save her."
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