Harry went to bed almost immediately that night, tossing and turning before resorting to standing at the window, his chin set in a stubborn lock. Ginny and Ron knocked on the door, but he heard nothing of it, he heard nothing that they spoke to him. Eliana was lost, long gone, but how and where? How could he defeat Voldemort, dispel dozens of curses, and then fall to his knees when it came to helping his friend, his love.
Hedwig soared through the window, landing on a stack of books to chirp her beak at him before reaching out to snap at his arm. He grimaced, but in her attempt she ruffled dher feathers before making her way to her cage for the eve. Harry stood, in the moonlight, transfixed. Siruis was alive, or at least that was the word on the street.
Mr. Weasley was keeping up with the internal affairs of it all, but Sirius had been spotted, and that mirror..what had happened with that mirror? Mr. Weasley had spoke something about someone's death bringing Sirius back, but that didn't seem right and Harry shrugged it off. If he really was alive, wouldn't he have come back for Harry? Of course, well, at least Harry thought so.
The next days were poured over, and Draco and Ginny were kept far from one another within their families. There had been no word of Hermoine, and Ron was already concoting plans to begin to bring her to him, or he to her. Either way, they would be together. Eliana however occupied Harry's mind. Had Voldemort found her, and if he had, what did he plan to do with his own daughter? Surely not kill her, well..he was Voldemort.
A knock at the bedroom door jarred Harry from his thoughts, "Harry, may I speak with you?" It was Ron, and something in his voice had Harry looking around, or pondering who was out there with him.
"Come in," Ron appeared, dressed in his clothes for travel, and a large duffle bag slung over his shoulder, "Coming?"
"Coming? Where are we going?" Harry stood, already knowing the answer. To get Hermoine, but he also knew that Ron was standing there dressed for winter, and Hermoine was in no cold place this summer.
"Hermoine…and Eliana," Ron shrugged, a smirk crossing his lips as a lock of red hair fell over his eyes.
"Ginny and Draco are going to meet us at the Leaking Cauldron," he winked, and Harry stood, wand lowering over his form so that his clothes appeared, his books flew into a duffle bag. He stood, tall and straight, prepared to fight, well, prepared to travel at least.
"No Parents. No Talking. Only one way to get there," And Ron motioned out the window of Harry's window.
Turning Harry broke into a smile. The large gleaming eye of Buckbeak was hoverin gin mid-air, along with his large form. What a way to travel. All in the name of love, and courage. Well, hell, Harry was indeed becoming a romantic it seemed.
"HAVE YOU TOLD HER YET?" Ron hollered over the beating of Buckbeak's wings over the lake.
"Told who what?" Harry replied, gripping the bridle a bit tighter within his hands.
"Did you tell Eliana that you loved her? I've heard Draco and Ginny whisper it to each other so much I'm about ready to bloody throw up" they laughed, and Harry shook his head. No, he had never told Eliana, but he planned to, damned straight, he planned to.
"You know, we're also picking someone else up at Hermoine's," Ron said as they climbed the air, gliding once Buckbeak leveled off.
"Oh?"
"Luna
Lovegood. She's bloody good looking Harry, but I'll be damned she
went a little...off the straight path," Ron smirked as Harry looked
at him over his shoulder.
"You mean to tell me, that good 'ole Luna went…"
Ron nodded.
"Lesbian," laughs given as Buckbeak reared his head.
