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They had made their long journey to the orphanage. Harry stepped inside, and then motioned for Hermione and Ron to follow.
It was dusty, and had a very sad look to it, the walls had old coloring of children with their names and ages signed. All types of toys; Bears, dolls, and blocks lying around.
The smell was of moth balls and dust, with a hint of death.
"It's so sad" Hermione said softly touching one of the pictures.
'Sara Loom, age 9, I wish I had a mommy' Hermione read it, and looked at the squiggle stick body of a girl that had been drawn.
"Harry quickly grabbed Hermione's hand "Don't touch anything" He said sternly.
"Got it" Hermione said quickly. She then looked down at her hand which Harry had yet to release. Harry looked down as well, he then moved his hand away from hers putting it in his pocket.
Ron was just looking at the old pictures.
"Oi, Harry look at this" Ron said motioning for them to come.
They walked over to a picture of a man with blood and bones surrounding him.
'Tom Marvolo Riddle, age 9, this is my daddy'
"That's not surprising" Ron said his eyes wide open. Hermione stared at the picture was there a clue to it?
"Let's go upstairs" Harry said pointing to the stairs; they walked up to the next level.
"Number twelve" Hermione said her hand shaking as she pointed to the door; hanging barely on one hinge. The number twelve slightly slanted, but still as gold as ever.
Harry walked over. "Let's see then" Harry turned the door knob no fear in sight.
The door opened easily, the room was covered in graffiti. Words like 'evil, death, and Will rule the world' plastered across the once white walls.
"It's here" Harry whispered to Hermione. What is? She wondered.
There was a small twin bed with a cut up mattress, and a shredded pillow.
A small drawer that looked untouched a lamp on top with a wooden frame.
"It's in the drawer" Harry motioned towards the little wooden drawer.
"What is" Hermione asked frustrated.
"Ravenclaw's cup" He replied. "I'll open it" He moved his hands towards the handle.
Hermione swatted it. "Don't be ridiculous" She shrieked. "Accio drawer"
The drawer was in tight but opened slightly to show a golden glow.
"I'll get it now" Harry said moving to the golden glow. Hermione swatted him again.
"Are you mad?" She whispered "You can't, I or Ron have too"
Ron nodded "Could be a trap" He grunted. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Fine, Ron you do it" He spat. Ron moved towards the drawer and reached in grabbed the golden and silver cup. Suddenly the room began to shake and the floor began to crack.
Harry grabbed Hermione's hand pulling her through the door. Once they had left the room Hermione noticed that the floor outside of the room was not shaking.
"RON" Hermione screamed, Ron was setting in the middle of the cracking floor with a distraught look on his face.
"GET OUT OF THERE" She cried "It's safe over here" Tears ran down her face.
Chunks of floor began to fall, Hermione looked down there was spikes a waiting who ever fell. The spikes we're moving up and down as if waiting to kill.
"I-I can't Hermione" Ron yelled back he was stuck on a small piece of floor that had yet to fall. "Harry take it" Ron said throwing the cup, Harry caught it barely.
The floor beneath Ron began to shake harder and it was slowly cracking down the middle. "Bloody hell" Ron cried.
Hermione had to think quickly. "Accio Weasley"
Surprisingly enough It drew Ron closer "Accio Weasley" She cried The floor dragged closer.
"ACCIO WEASLEY" Harry and Hermione cried the floor jerked two feet away from the door and now was about to split.
Ron took a leap pf faith and Hermione caught him; being pushed over to the floor.
She heard Ron groan in agony, he wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head. Harry threw the cup into the corner.
"Incendio" He cried setting the cup on fire. Green sparks erupted from it and a dark shadow pried out.
"One down" Harry whispered "Three more to go"
Hermione cried "Was it worth almost loosing Ron?"
"Yeah" Ron laughed. "That was terrifying- and the coolest thing I've ever done"
Hermione stood up and brushed herself out. Ron smiled at her and took her hand leading her down stairs. Hermione couldn't go any further she dropped to the bottom of the stairs sitting there.
Ron set next to her putting a protective arm around her once more.
"I'm fine, Hermione I'm here" Ron whispered. Hermione knew Ron was alive, but all she could think about what she would do if he had not survived if the Accio spell wouldn't have worked.
Hermione looked up at him, there faces not even an inch apart. Hermione's heart pounded as her lips touched Ron's.
"Hermione" Harry said Hermione didn't want o reply. "Hermione, Ron we need to get back to our flat"
Ron nodded helping Hermione up. Hermione couldn't help but want to cry as she walked out of the dingy orphanage, she didn't to though she just held on Ron's waist as though it was the safety zone of her surroundings.
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