Chapter 2
Harry woke up with a start. Something had disturbed him and he knew it. A creak sounded from out side his room, the handle turned on his bedroom door. A head poked round it. Phew! He thought as Fred came fully into the room.
"Harry, get your clothes on. It's like 10 o'clock." Harry gasped.
"What the hell?"
"Just get out and get dressed." Harry shrugged and pulled himself out of bed.
"OK, sir."
"Since when was I sir?" Fred laughed. Harry pulled himself out of bed.
"OW!" Harry exclaimed. He fell to the floor clutching his forehead. Fred bent over him.
"Harry, mate, are you ok?" Harry stood up. "Woah, Harry, this is not good. Your scar's bleeding." Harry frowned.
"It's never bled before."
"Maybe we should go and…" Harry fell to the floor again. He rolled over onto his side and groaned. Fred shook his head. Hermione stepped into the room,
"Fred, Harry, what's up?" She asked.
"His…"
"Hey! I can speak, you know! 'Mione, my scar's bleeding."
"What!"
"He's happier than ever before. He's too happy. So happy it's…" The door opened. An old man stepped through the door. It was Dumbledore.
"So," Harry opened his eyes. He was in his bed at Diagon Alley. "It's 12 o'clock. How about waking up this time, getting dressed and not making your scar bleed." Hermione was standing by his bed, but she had not said that.
"Who said that?"
"Who said what, Harry?"
"The thing about getting up, dressed and not making my scar bleed."
"Harry, look no-one said anything. It's just me here. No one else. Ginny was here earlier, but she didn't say anything." Harry looked at her through narrowed eyes. He tried to think what the voice had been like. High pitched, horrible. It made him shiver to think of it.
"What was the voice like Harry?" Hermione asked, like she already knew.
"Mind reader." Harry said. Hermione gasped. She flung herself on the floor then stood up, and then stood up again. And again, and again. Harry watched in amazement.
"Hermione?"
"Ow! Ow! OW!" She screamed. A crack sounded next to Harry.
"Looks like your friend's insane." Said a quiet voice next to him. Harry spun round to face who could have been the ugliest woman in the world. Bellatrix Lestrange. She smiled.
"Well, you really did think you'd escaped, didn't you. My Lord discovered where you were. Oh, when I take you to him, he will be so pleased with me. His most loyal servant, oh yes, that will be me!" She reached out to grab his arm. Instead, Harry reacted quickly.
"Stupefy!" He yelled. She reeled backwards, and her head hit the floor with a bang. Harry walked out of the door.
"Hey, mate!" Ron yelled across the bar, "you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. And you?"
"Ok, just tired." Perhaps we should go shopping for books and stuff?"
"Perhaps…" Said a voice from the door, "you should. But I advise you strongly not to let anyone know I'm back, yet. When I give the OK, you can, but not until." Dumbledore had made an appearance at the table.
"Please, sir," began Ron nervously, "what is going to happen to our mum?"
"All will be sorted," said Dumbledore, "and I'm sure you'll be glad to know that your mother is not dead, but in serious harm." Then under his breath, "Poppy will sort her out in a day." Ron smiled gratefully. Fred and George looked at the door, as if expecting it to burst open, and it did. Ginny came in, her eyes blazing. She flung her arms round Harry's neck, and kissed him. Ron looked away pointedly.
"Ron…" began Hermione. Dumbledore laughed, loud and clear. They had never heard him laugh before, but suddenly they all started laughing together. Harry suddenly had the impulse to ask Dumbledore whether he would be their Headmaster again, when Dumbledore said,
"Yes, Harry. I will be coming back to Hogwarts." Dumbledore smiled.
"Good!" Exclaimed Ron, Hermione and Ginny all together.
Harry stopped outside Flourish and Blotts.
"What's up, Harry?" Asked Ginny.
"Nothing, just hope I've got everything."
"Sure." They walked along to their current residence, and went inside. As soon as they were inside, they caught a scene of astonishment to both of them. Ron and Hermione were sitting together, obviously too engrossed to see them, in each other. Harry chuckled. For so long had Ron and Hermione fancied each other, he was so glad that at last it had happened.
A/N: And so, on that note I must leave you! Auf Wiedersehn!
Ron: Hey I get to go out with Hermione! Yes!
Prongsharry: Yup!
Hermione: Yay!
Prongsharry: Good-bye!
