So, now they were chasing someone invisible? The invisible wizard? Was something wrong with Harry's glasses? That night was turning out to be the night of strangest activities he had ever seen in such a short period of time.
He looked below the blank space and 'THIS WIZARD IS UNKNOWN. HE OR SHE WEARS A HOOD. LAST NIGHT HE OR SHE HUNTED DOWN 14 MUGGLES. PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL WAS ALSO INJURED BADLY LAST NIGHT. REPORTS TOLD US THAT THIS WORK COULD BE OF THE SAME GUY WHO KILLED THE MUGGLES.'
Sirius black was also accused of mass murders, but he proved out to be an innocent. Harry sat down for a moment, trying to figure out the things he had been going through. He was so tired at that moment that he kept the poster beside him and slept away.
"Wake up, Harry Potter?" A slow voice reached to Harry. Then again, it grew louder. He realised that someone was shouting. He woke up instantly and first thing he saw was the fluffy face of his uncle. Harry kept looking at him, still wanted to sleep, then spoke in a drowsy voice, "What?"
"Your weird friend is sitting downstairs." Mr. Dursley frowned.
Harry wasn't expecting somebody. He kind of figured it out instantly that it could be Ron because of whatever happened last night. Harry wanted to talk a lot to Ron about last night. He quickly hurried downstairs pushing his Uncle aside. When he went there, he saw Hermione sitting on the couch.
Dudley was continuously staring at her like he had never seen a girl in his lifetime. Harry wondered that Hermione had always looked normal. There was nothing so great about her.
"Hey, Harry. Why are you standing there?" Hermione called him and hauled herself up. She came towards him and whispered, "We need to talk in private."
Harry gripped her arm softly and took her to his room and then closed the door. She quickly hugged Harry and held him tightly. That hug seemed a bit awkward for Harry. It was not like that Hermione had never hugged her, but now that he was thinking about her a few minutes ago. That seemed a little weird. Harry threw all his stupid thoughts away. He gently pulled himself apart, placed his hands on her shoulders and asked, "Hermione, Calm down. What happened?"
"I've been going through the same nightmare again and again and I can't live with that." She grimaced.
"Whaaaa...what are you talking about? Hey! but, first sit down. Relax." Harry said.
He made her sit down on the bed and then she spoke, "I've been seeing the same dream for the past few days. In that, i am tied to a rope and i am served as food to Bugbeak. Ron is there too and he is commanding Bugbeak to eat me."
Harry giggled.
She smirked, "I thought you would be the right person to ask for help."
Harry quickly made a serious face, "I am sorry and yes i will help. Please, continue."
She gave him a frustrated look, ""Okay. That is not the end of my funny story but everyday when i wake up, i face a horrible pain in my head like someone crushes it everynight."
Harry apologised again and told about his last night. He then handed her the poster. She unfolded the poster and it made her eyes wide open.
"Harry. It's not blank." She turned the poster's face towards Harry.
What Harry saw was completely unexpected to him and he frowned, "Ron?"
