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Victim of Prophecy by hermionegarner
Chapter 4 : Making Plans
 
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Disclaimer: Potterverse is a strange word, don't you think? Well, regardless, it doesn't belong to me.






"You did not!"

Genvi smirked. "I did."

Ron leaned across the table. "You crashed a Lamborghini?"

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"A bad—" Ron buried his face in his hands. "That should be a crime."

"I had good reason." Genvi folded her arms.

"What could possibly be good enough reason to—?"

"My father had my boyfriend arrested, so I took his favorite car for a ride."

Ron raised his eyebrows. "It was your father's car?"

Genvi's smile widened. "At least I didn't fly it into a tree."

She chuckled as Ron's jaw dropped. "I can't believe Hermione told you about that!"

"Of course she did! Books tells me everything."

Ron narrowed his eyes. "Everything?"

"That's right."

"So what has she told you about me?"

The blonde twirled a strand of hair around her finger and looked away. "Oh, enough."

"Enough to convince her to stay away from you," Hermione piped up, setting a bowl of popcorn between the two of them on the table. "Being friends with you has caused me nothing but trouble over the years."

"You must be talking about Harry, not me."

"No gossiping about my boyfriend when he's not here to defend himself." Ginny walked into the kitchen, hands on hips. "Now, are we going to watch this movie, or what?"

Hermione picked the bowl of popcorn back up and followed Ginny into the living room where Harry was waiting. Ron and Genvi stood and followed them.

"I have to say, Ron, I'm impressed you knew what a Lamborghini was."

"I have enough muggle-born friends at Hogwarts to know about cars." He stared into the distance as he and Genvi both took their places on the couch. "Harry, can you imagine if that Ford Angela had been a Lamborghini? Merlin, we would have soared through the sky."

"Right up until we crashed." Harry smirked.

Genvi laughed. Ron hid a smile as the movie started, trying not to let her catch a glimpse of him looking in her direction. In some ways, Genvi was a lot like Hermione, but her carefree spirit was refreshing. It was nice to spend time with someone who wasn't constantly reminding you about your responsibilities, someone who wasn't worried all the time. Granted, all of them had good reason to worry, but it was nice to relax.

Sitting on the other side of the couch, Hermione was struggling with the exact opposite thoughts. About twenty minutes into the movie, she leaned toward Harry.

"We need to talk," she whispered.

"What?"

"You, me, and Ron. We need to discuss…our plans. The sooner the better."

Harry's smile faltered. "Hermione—I'm not so sure the two of you should—"

He caught her eye and stopped mid-sentence. After holding her gaze for a minute, he sighed.

"Fine. I knew there was no use in trying to talk you out of it anyway."

"Sh!" Ginny reprimanded. "Whatever the two of you are talking about, save it for later, please!"

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance before returning their attention to the television. For the remainder of the movie, no one spoke. When it ended, Hermione couldn't have repeated any of the plot—her mind was elsewhere.

"Well, you should probably head home, Genvi," Hermione said with a smile. "It's getting late, and you know how your dad gets."

"I'll walk you home," Ron offered as he stood.

Genvi beamed at him. "Why thank you, Ron." She crossed the room and pulled Hermione into a hug. "See you tomorrow?"

"Sure."

Genvi hugged both Harry and Ginny as well before Ron escorted her out the front door. Ginny promptly declared that she was tired and kissed Harry goodnight. Hermione's parents had gone to sleep during the movie, so when Ron got back the three of them would be the only people awake in the house.

Hermione busied herself with doing the dishes. Harry joined her in the kitchen and sat down at the table to wait. It was a good half hour before Ron came back through the front door. When he came into the room, Hermione put her hands on her hips.

"What took so long?"

Ron raised his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I had a curfew, Mum."

Hermione sighed. "I just started getting worried is all. Genvi's all right?"

"Yeah, we were just talking."

"About what?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Things."

"Well, we have things to talk about too," Harry interjected.

Ron's face fell as he sat. "Right. Time to get back to work."

"We need time to gather a few supplies," Hermione said, joining them at the table, "but I think we should leave as soon as possible."

"And where are we going, Hermione?" Ron asked. "I know we can't stay here, but do you have a plan?"

"I was thinking Grimmauld Place." Hermione glanced at Harry. "It is yours now."

"Yes, but the Order knows about it. And so does Snape."

"So we put more protection spells on it."

Ron shook his head. "No good. If they know it's there, they'll get in."

"So what's your suggestion, Ronald?"

He leaned back in his chair. "I think we need to find somewhere completely remote, where no one would come looking for us."

"Ron may be on to something, Hermione," Harry said.

"Well, I do have a tent already packed up," Hermione admitted. "I was hoping we wouldn't have to use it much, but I think you're right. It'll make it easier to move anyway."

Ron smirked. "So you're admitting my idea was better than yours?"

"Not better! Just—more practical."

Ron's smirk didn't fade as Harry continued. "So, that being said—where do we want to camp?"

All three of them were silent for a moment. Hermione reached over and retrieved her bag from the table. She rummaged through it and withdrew a journal.

"Here's where we stand with the horcruxes. Harry, you destroyed the diary our second year. Dumbledore destroyed the ring last year."

"Voldemort's one of the seven, so we can count him out," Ron added.

Harry nodded. "Right, so that leaves four."

Ron read Hermione's notes over her shoulder. "The locket, something from Hufflepuff, something from Ravenclaw, and the snake."

"Nagini. We'll have to take care of her last—Voldemort never lets her out of his sight."

Hermione flipped a page. "I've been doing some research on the founders' items. It appears that Rowena Ravenclaw had diadem that was said to hold infinite knowledge."

"What's a diadem?" Ron asked.

"A sort of tiara."

"Sounds like something Voldemort would like to get his hands on," Harry mused. "Any idea where it is?"

"That's just it—it's lost. It was lost centuries ago, and no one's seen it since."

"Great," Ron muttered.

Harry tried to hide his disappointment. "And what about Hufflepuff?"

"She had a golden cup. That's all I was able to find out."

"What about R.A.B.?" Ron asked.

Hermione sighed. "No idea. I've gone through everything I can think of looking for someone with those initials, and no luck. I even started looking to see if it was a code for something, but I'm pretty sure it's someone's initials."

"So we have absolutely no idea where to start?" Ron said with raised eyebrows.

"Okay, there has to be a clue somewhere in all the information we have," Harry said, trying to sound hopeful. "What about the prophecy?"

"Which one?" Hermione asked.

Ron sent each of them a confused glance. "There's more than one?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't really know. I had another one of those dreams last night. Someone was telling Voldemort a prophecy, but I didn't really catch more than that."

"What sort of prophecy?"

"Like I said, I didn't catch much. It had something to do with a way he could gain more power."

Ron scoffed. "Great."

"Maybe we should just gather supplies, leave, and then discuss where to go," Hermione suggested. "We could set up camp somewhere in the woods, and discuss there the next step to take."

"Okay, so how much time do you need to gather supplies?"

Hermione thought for a minute. "It depends on what diagon alley's like these days. A week or two maybe."

"So for a week we can forget about this?" said Ron.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Not forget. Relax a little bit, maybe—"

"Fantastic!" Ron said as he jumped up from the table.

"Now Ron, we have to be careful. They're still looking for Harry. We have to be on guard. It's not like we can throw caution to the wind—"

"Of course not," Ron said quickly, "but I can't remember the last time I just let myself enjoy life. So until you tell me it's time to leave, I'm going to try, if that's all right with you."

Hermione sent him a half-smile. "Sure, I understand."

"Good." He smiled at her. "You should try too, you know. Enjoy yourself every once and a while."

"I'll try."

"Promise?"

"Yes. But Ron, don't—"

He cut her off with a hug. "I'm headed to bed. Harry, wanna show me where it is?"

"Sure."

Hermione watched the two boys leave, sighing. That conversation accomplished absolutely nothing. Until she had all of her supplies, nothing was going to be set in motion. They were all going to just stay here, playing that there wasn't a war on.

First thing in the morning, she'd head to diagon alley and make some orders. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long before they were done.




A/N: So I realize that the majority of this chapter was review of things you guys already knew, but I am trying to write it well, and I felt like I needed to cover things (and put in place the foundation for the deviations I'm going to make from the books). Please review!


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