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Recently there have been attacks all over London. Death Eaters have been spotted, even destroying a bridge in London filled with Muggles. The death Toll has risen up.
The light purple walls and the smell of books surround the girls. The photos of friends and the collages surround the pinboard, laughter turning into gasps. "Another attack..." Y/N's thoughts have been going crazy. "One more and I bet the wizarding world will be exposed to everyone." As she put down the newspaper on the bedside table, Hermione walks next to the table to put down cups of warm tea. "I don't even know what's going to happen, after everything we've been through I doubt it's anything we can't face." Hermione said with a sigh. "My worry is on the "chosen one", and I guess myself." Y/N is still extremely heartbroken. Harry hasn't wrote her anything, no owls, letters, packages. Unlike Ron always sending Hermione small gifts and letters. Though every time she mentions it to her, Hermione always denies feelings. She's not ready for another year, though she is happy to see her friends and professors again. As they close their trunks the girls both head out to the car to get to the station where they will be finishing the summer off with the Weasley's.
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Harry had no where to go, so he was relaxing near an underground subway in a small deli. "Harry Potter...? Who's Harry Potter?" A young girl asks. Harry puts his newspaper down and smiled awkwardly, "oh, no one. Bit of a tossed really." She laughs "funny, that paper of yours, couple of nights ago I could've sworn I saw a picture move." "Really?!" "Yeah! I thought I was going around the twist." She said as she walked away. The light was flicking at the subway and as the train passed by Dumbledore was there.
Harry walked towards the other side finding Dumbledore looking at a perfume ad. "You've been reckless this summer, Harry." "I like riding around trains. It takes my mind of things." "Rather unpleasant to behold isn't it? The tale is thrilling if I say do myself but now is not the time to tell it...take my arm." Dumbledore held out his arm waiting for Harry to hold on to it. "Do as I say." When Harry touched his arm they were whisked away to a small town. It was dark and was a ghost town.
"Ah, I-I just apparated didn't I?" Said Harry. "Indeed. Quite successfully. Too I might add. Most people vomit the first time." "I can't imagine why." They walk down the small town while Harry is still figuring out what just happened. "Welcome to the charming villiange of Bufleigh Barbberton, Harry I assume right about now you must be wondering why I brought you here. Am I right?" "Honestly professor at this point I just sort of go with it." They look straight into a house, the gates open and everything. "Wands out, Harry" as they went inside casting the lumps spell Dumbledore started calling out for a man named Horace. They heard footsteps approaching around the house, it looked like it was trashed. Harry looked down to see a newspaper of him and Y/N in separate photos with the headline about being who was the true Chosen One. As Harry rolled his eyes on the headline a liquid red drop landed on the newspaper. Harry looked up and saw stained wood. As he was about to wipe it off Dumbledore came and did it for him and licked his finger that had blood. They then heard something from the armchair. Dumbledore went closer and Horace was in the armchair. "Merlin's Beard! No need to disfigure me, Albus." "Well I must say you make a very convincing armchair, Horace." "It's all in the upholstery. I come by the stuffing naturally, what gave me away?" "Dragon's blood." "Oh-Ho!" "Oh yes Introductions, Harry I'd like you to meet an old friend and colleague of mine 'Horace Slughorn', Horace...well you know who this is."
