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Chapter 15: A Confession or Two
“Come on, wake up everyone, and let’s get going.” Alexia said as the sun signaled the beginning of the day.
She had barely slept a few hours before her anxiety of losing Harry, losing her place in his world, woke her.
Ron mumbled something completely incoherent, but Draco and Hermione slowly sat up.
“Come on, come on we don’t have all day!” Alexia pressed on.
“Alright, we’re getting, we’re going. Calm down.” Draco replied as he stretched out his arms.
“Speak for yourself ferret.” Ron hissed as he stood, Draco’s comment apparently enough to awaken him.
“Fine.” Draco said simply, neither caring what Ron thought nor wanting to get into a fight with him.
“What time is it?” Ron said, annoyance dripping on his every word.
“5:50.” Hermione replied after looking down at her watch.
“Why do we have to get up this early?” Ron asked incredulously.
“Because we have - ” Alexia began.
“Right, right Harry, I’ve got it.” Came Ron’s annoyed voice again.
But when the four finally made it to Godric’s Hollow (thanks to Draco’s lead, which Ron still did not trust) Harry was nowhere to be found.
“Where could he be?!” Alexia exclaimed more than asked.
“Well he was here at one point.” Said the clever voice of Hermione.
“How do you know?” Ron and Alexia said in suit.
“There are fresh flowers at the graves.” Hermione said as she motioned towards Mr. And Mrs. Potter’s headstones.
“Well then if he was here we can’t be too far behind him. Where would he have gone?” Alexia thought aloud.
“Wait a minute!” Alexia exclaimed suddenly. “No…no he wouldn’t have…”
“What?” Ron asked.
“Would he?” Alexia continued to think aloud.
“Would he what?” Hermione chimed in this time.
“It’s hard to say…”
“What’s hard to say?!” Ron raised his voice in annoyance.
“But it does seem to make some sense…”
“WHAT?” Hermione yelled, which finally caught Alexia’s attention and shook everyone else up.
“What?” Alexia asked looking shocked. “I was just thinking… Maybe Harry went to Grimmauld Place.”
“You’re not talking about…” It was Draco’s turn to think aloud.
“The Black’s Manor, yes.” Hermione supplied shortly.
“How did you know that?” Ron asked, clearly suspicious of Draco.
“I am related to the Blacks you know.” Draco said defensively.
“I mean it does belong to him now, but it was hidden…but the Secret Keeper is dead now…” Alexia continued to think aloud.
“Well Ron and I have bother been there before, when Dumbledore was still alive…” Hermione said.
“Well then why don’t you two lead the way, and hopefully we will be able to get inside, or at least see the place.” Alexia replied.
They arrived and although Alexia and Draco could see Numbers 11 and 13 right next to each other Hermione and Ron saw Number 12.
“I don’t see it.” Alexia said as they arrived.
“I don’t either.” Said Draco.
“Well I do, but when Dumbledore was the Secret Keeper he had to tell us it was there. I don’t know whose supposed to do that now.” Hermione answered.
“Why don’t we try going inside, see if Harry’s there?” Ron suggested.
“Good idea, will you two be ok out here?” Hermione asked.
“We’ll be fine.” Alexia replied, in a voice that clearly said she just wanted to find Harry.
“Har - ” Ron began at a yell before being stopped by Hermione.
“Shhh!” She whispered dangerously. “Sirius’ mother, remember?”
Hermione moved her hand off Ron’s mouth after he nodded in understanding.
Luckily the woman in the portrait did not awaken.
They searched quietly through the house, not daring to raise their voices they whispered “Harry, are you in here?” a few times but did not receive any answer.
Finally they reached Sirius’ Mother’s room.
There, sprawled out on the dirty floor, was the body of Harry Potter.
Hermione gasped as she ran to Harry, dropping to the floor as she reached him, Ron on her heels.
“Harry!” Hermione yelped as she shook his body.
Harry made a grunt as he slowly opened his eyes.
“Oh great… you found me…” Harry said sarcastically as he sat up. “What do you want?”
Hermione threw her arms around Harry.
“Don’t you do that to me!” She scolded as she squeezed.
“What are you doing here, mate?” Ron asked as Hermione released Harry.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Well, we were looking for you.” Hermione answered.
“Well then you can turn around and go back to Hogwarts cause I’m doing this alone.”
“I don’t think so.” Hermione and Ron replied simultaneously.
“I thought we went through this at the end of last year, Harry.” Hermione began.
“You’ve given us the chance to turn back, and we aren’t going to.” Ron continued.
“We’re with you whether you like it or not.” Hermione finished.
“Since when did you two become Fred and George?” Harry asked.
“What?” Ron and Hermione asked in chorus.
“Finishing each other’s sentences. It’s even strange when they do it, but when you two do, it’s down right freaky.”
Ron’s ears turned red as Hermione’s cheeks became a delicate shade of pink.
“You aren’t getting out of this that easily.” Hermione said. “Why’d you run off like that?”
“Hermione, I told you the prophecy, figure it out.” Harry began, anger in his voice. “I’ve got a life already marked out for me. It’s bad enough that I’m going to have to deal with Voldemort, but here I have you two risking everything to come find me and help me. And there are more where you two came from, more people who feel they want to help, but they can’t, I can’t let anyone else get hurt. I've been stupid and careless, becoming your friends and putting you in danger and I can't believe I let myself fall for Alexia, how could I do that to her, endanger her life?! I’ve already lost my parents, my godfather, and Dumbledore I cannot and I will not risk my friends!”
Hermione shifted uncomfortably, know that it was more than her and Ron that were there.
“Harry…” she began quietly. “There’s something you should know.”