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Chapter 13"Hermione- do you…do you think he did it?" Ron asked weakly, staring at Harry's blank expression.
Hermione only stood still, gaping at the sight. Moments later, she spoke. "But…why? Why did he do it?"
Ron took this as a confirmation to his question, "The crazy bloke!" Ron said angrily. "What could possibly encourage him to do that bloody spell?"
There was a pause of silent until Hermione mumbled something Ron could vaguely hear.
"The what?" Ron asked, holding his hand to his ear and leaning forward.
"Ron," Hermione said, choking back sobs. "Harry wouldn't have done this, I'm sure, if he couldn't have found a way around it. When- when Voldemort captured us, Harry said something about his pensieve. He told us it would help…. Maybe it still will." Hermione stood up, and began to walk out of the room confidently.
Ron was doubtful of the whole idea, unbelieving to the fact that the pensieve would actually help. But, he knew he couldn't stop Hermione from trying to retrieve it. Ron got up to, accidentally bumping into Harry.
"Sorry mate-Hey!" Ron shouted, and Hermione whipped around. "Hermione what are you thinking? We can't leave Harry here! The most evil and feared Dark Lord is after him, and I'll guarantee he'll find him."
"Then let's take him." Hermione said. Ron looked at her disbelievingly. He would defiantly be a bit hard to carry around, and apparate with. They couldn't levitate him, because they can't use magic yet.
"Hermione, he'll just get in the way. I don't think we should get the"-
There was a loud POP, and Hermione was gone.
Ron swore, and sat down on his bed. That girl. He sighed, figuring he should do a bit of research while Hermione was off. He looked up at Harry again, and a wave of sympathy overthrew him.
"I'm sorry, mate," Ron said, patting Harry's back. Harry just stared at the wall. "Wonder when Hermione is going to be back with that pensieve?"
An hour later, and Hermione arrived with another POP with a look of fury on her face. "The nerve of some people!" she said, slamming a little black box on the bed.
"What? You went to Privet drive? Is that the Pensieve?" Ron asked, almost fearful of Hermione's anger.
"The Dursley's are dead! The new family in the house- Porter, pickers, something like that had just moved in days ago. I assumed they didn't move everything, so I told them politely of my predicament. Of course, I put everything in Muggle terms, because I was sure they were not wizards. They thought I was a beggar, Ron! They called me a filthy little beggar and slammed the door in my face! Then, the told me they were calling the cops if I didn't get off of their lawn! So I apparated in the house after I saw they went out to dinner. The third place I looked was a cupboard, with a bed, and some trinkets. There were a few boxes stored into the room as well, so I checked a few out until I found this!" she pointed to the box she had brought.
Ron let out a long whistle, and held the box in his hands. "Well Harry, we got it," he readjusted the box so it was in front of Harry's face. "Just like you said to."
Harry just sat there lifelessly.
"Well Hermione, should we get it over with? I don't think it will work, but I suppose it's worth a try."
"Well, it's what he said to do." Hermione said indignantly. "And, I was thinking of this curse was anything like the imperious curse…" she trailed off and looked down at her feet.
Ron waited for Hermione to look up, and he shrugged his shoulders and gave a slight smile. "Let's see what memories Harry has in here shall we?"
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Lord Voldemort was punishing the follower whose stunner went astray. The one that had hit Harry. He considered killing the deatheater, but decided not to, as he was higher in the ranks.
The Dark Lord told his followers anyone who was the first to find Harry, would be honored and rewarded more than they could possibly imagine. That was enough to get the Deatheaters one hundred percent eager to find Harry.
He ended the meeting, and everyone scurried out to search.
Although he did have a few ideas of where the boy might be located, he still thought it best to send the Deatheaters out anyway.
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Ron, Harry, and Hermione were each inside of the pensieve viewing a bit of a depressing scene. A dog, had chased Harry up the tree, and he was crying for someone to help him. All along, his relatives were laughing joyfully with the dog's owner, aunt Marge.
The memory changed, and Harry was lying down in a small-enclosed area, letting small spiders crawl on his hands. He smiled as they tickled him slightly. Hermione recognized the place as-
"Ron, he's laying in the cupboard where I found the pensieve! That was his bedroom!" Hermione looked at Ron, whom had a look of rage spelled across his face.
"Filthy, stinking, no-good, muggles," Ron muttered to himself.
The area around them changed again, and the next memory was of Buckbeak's 'death', the one which Hermione and Harry prevented from happening. Hermione was sobbing, and Ron and Harry each shared sympathetic looks. Macnair brought down the axe-
"We need happy memories, Ron."
"I don't know if he has many…" Ron said sadly.
"How about the first time he rode a broom!" Hermione said. "That's what he tried for his patronus. It failed, but you and I both know he was happy. Or maybe the first time he caught the snitch. The look on his face was pure happiness."
"What if they aren't stored in here?" Ron asked, as they swiveled out of the pensieve and landed with a thud on the ground. Harry had, like Ron guessed, made no sign of being his old self again.
"If only this thing was like a filing cabinet. Happy memories over here- and sad ones over there." Ron said indicating his hand in two different places.
Hermione gave him a bemused look.
"How 'bout when Sirius offered him a home in third year?" Ron asked.
"Do you think he stored it? I think he would have…I mean, to stop feeling so guilty." Hermione said quietly.
"Yeah…and- here it is!" Ron said, gazing at the silvery contents, which displayed a small preview of the memory.
Seconds later, they were out of the orange bedroom, and into the secret passage way from the womping willow to the shrieking shack.
They could hear Sirius and Harry talk as they made their way out of the passageway, and the younger Harry had a look of delight on his face.
Hermione and Ron, were dragging Harry beside them and noticed Peter Pettigrew up ahead, looking fearful.
"Oh," Hermione said, narrowing her eyes, "I wish I could just go stun Wormtail right now so he wouldn't escape."
When they were beside the womping Willow, Lupin's transformation begun as did Wormtail's. Beside them, they heard Harry snap out of his lifeless trance and mumble, "Pettigrew…" seconds later he hung loosely in their arms again, his expression blank.
"Ron, we did it!" Hermione said excitedly.
"Yeah," Ron said, his face screwed up in complete bewilderment. "Well, really you did but…" He trailed off as the memory ended and they were shoved back into Ron's bedroom.
"But I don't get it," Ron said, recovering from his fall. "He spoke at the part which would have made him angry. No the happy moment when Sirius offered him a home."
"Well, anger is a strong emotion. Quick- find something, any memory that will make Harry angry."
Ron looked at the pensieve for a moment before speaking, "How about when Harry was yelling at us over the fifth year summer? Or when Bellatrix killed Sirius? Do you think that's a little harsh?"
They both thought for a moment. Harry was miserable when Sirius died, but it was something that would defiantly trigger something.
"Well, we have to get him to remember." Hermione said thoughtfully. "Let's do it."
"Alright," Ron said unsurely. The two of them dunked Harry into the pensieve, making sure his bonds were still tied tight. They did not want Harry to attack either of them.
They were in the department of Mysteries, Sirius and Bellatrix were dueling. Sirius was taunting Bellatrix, laughing, right before he fell into the veil.
"No!" Harry cried. Hermione and Ron both looked down to find it was the Harry that each of them held. They both shared looks of triumph before they glanced down at Harry who was screaming in agony.
"Ron, what is it?" Hermione gasped. Harry's screams died down, and he resumed his lifeless state.
Ron bent down and traced his finger along Harry's scar. He pulled back up and showed Hermione the tip of his finger, which was soaked with blood.
"Damn, Voldemort." Hermione swore. Ron looked up at her amazed she had sworn openly like that.
"Now miss Granger, I'm afraid you're going to have to control your language."
Ron and Hermione both stared wide-eyed at each other, before slowly turning around. (I thought about ending it here)
"Give me the boy." Voldemort said with an icy tone.
"No." Hermione said defiantly, and she whipped out her wand.
The Deatheaters laughed. "You stupid Mudblood, I have a crowd of Deatheaters with me, and you have a soulless teenager and a blood traitor. Do you honestly think you can win?"
"I'm sure we can hold them off until the memory is done," Hermione whispered to Ron. "We can use Magic, because one: there are of age wizards here, and two: I don't think they can track magic inside a pensieve anyway."
"Right, I'll take Harry, and you run like crazy."
"No, we'll both go together- PROTEGO!" Hermione brought up a shield at the on coming curse.
"I'll take this as our cue to leave." Ron said, following Hermione who had levitated Harry and ran.
He brought up a shield behind them, for safeties sake and ran through a purple set of doors.
"Potter, get back here!" they heard Voldemort call. And immediately Harry began to wriggle around, trying to escape from his status.
"Ron stun Harry. It's the only way" Ron followed Hermione's orders, and Harry lay still.
Ron and Hermione came to a room with several different doors. They each bolted for a different one, checking which would be safest. Hermione flung hers open to see a Deatheater smiling from beneath his mask.
"Hello dearie," he said to her. Her made a grab for her, but Hermione shut his hand in the door. They heard a shriek of pain, and quickly scrambled for the door two the left as some doors struggled to be opened from under Hermione's locking spell.
"This way," Hermione yelled, and they ran passed Ron who was enwrapped in a brain with tentacles.
As they made their way to another door, the walls began to fade, and they were lurched out of the pensieve.
The Dark Lord and his followers were thrown out as well, and he was even more angered by the fact the three managed to apparate as soon as they emerged from the pensieve.
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"Ron, we left the pensieve."
"I don't think we will be able to get it back either." Ron said, punching his fist against the wall of Grimauld place.
"And it was working too!" Hermione said glumly.
"It's all right Hermione. We'll find another way. Shh. Shh. It's fine." Ron comforted Hermione.
"I don't know Ron. Do you think we'll ever save Harry?"
"Of course," said Ron, patting Hermione's back. "Of course."
"I'm going to fix dinner, maybe Harry's favorite. I can't imagine what he was getting. And I'm not sure I want to."
"Wait Hermione," Ron said, holding his hand up. "Mum and Ginny were at the burrow! What if…oh man." Ron looked worried for his family, and Hermione didn't know what to do. They might run into Voldemort if they go back. But, it was his family.
"It's fine Ron. They can fend for themselves, we both know that. Ginny will have them all wrapped up in Bat bogey hexes. It'll be fine." She gave him a smile and headed for the kitchen.
"You want help Hermione?" Ron called.
"No, I'll be fine." She replied, and Ron heard her footsteps all the way down the stairs.
"Hey mate," Ron said, turning to Harry. "You gonna snap out of that anytime soon?"
"Yeah," Harry grinned.
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