Unbroken

Thursday Night, Week 2 (1)

Harry POV

If there's one thing I hate about being unconscious, it's waking up after the fact. Those few painful seconds where light seems to burn my retinas to a crisp and everything in the world sounds like it's being played on a loudspeaker is beyond unpleasant to say the least. It feels like I've been asleep for ages and I already know Hermione must be worried sick for me. I hope she's doing alright.

"Ahem, Mister Potter?" Is that Minnie's voice I hear?

I blink twice to bring my surroundings into focus and eventually land on two blurry forms that slowly reveals itself to be none other than Minerva and Kingsley looking at me gravely. Shit! This is bad, whatever it is. Why isn't Hermione here?

"What...happened?" I choke out, my voice hoarse from disuse. I see Minnie offering me some water and gratefully take it from her and down it in one gulp.

"Harry," Kingsley looks as if he's being choked by his words and my guard goes up immediately, "there was an attack at the ball last night."

That means tonight's Thursday night and I've been out for just about four days. That, however, is the last of my concerns. If the ball was attacked, who got hurt?

"What happened? Who was there? Did anyone get hurt?"

I know immediately from the looks on their faces that my team and Hermione were there. I need more information, though, before I decide what to do. If Hermione was hurt or worse...I'm not even going to think about that.

"It was an ambush, multiple of Dolohov's men were in the room under polyjuice and..." Kingsley pauses and looks to Minnie for assistance but she looks just as strained as him.

"Tell me," I say through gritted teeth.

"Your team, Hermione, and Ron were abducted."

That's all I need to hear for me to rise from my bed amidst their beckoning for me to stay put. I shoot them a hard look, silencing them immediately, before a wave of lightheadedness hits me like a troll. I shake it off and stabilize my breathing as I refocus my efforts on the task at hand.

"I'm going to find them," I declare and try to push past the two people only to have them stand in my way. "Get. Out. Of. My. Way."

"Harry, you can't just go by yourself," Minnie tells me. I have no other option, however. The only people I trust are either in this room or in a prison somewhere in England.

"What would you have me do, Minnie? He wants me to come otherwise he would have killed them when he had the chance. I HAVE to go," I respond to her with as much calm I can muster despite the nerve-wracking worry that's rising within me.

"It's more than likely a trap, Harry."

I scoff at that and look around wildly in the room. Of course I know it's a bloody trap. Dolohov wouldn't have kidnapped them if he didn't know I'll come straight for them. Whatever trap he's laid out, I'm sure I can beat it. I keep looking around before my eyes land on a letter on my bedside table. I approach it and promptly rip it open to reveal its contents.

Harry Potter,

If you are reading this, then that could only mean you are awake. I'll keep this short and simple: I have your friends and I know you're going to come and get them. Once you've had enough time to turn your despair and anger into motivation, you will be expected to arrive at Little Hangleton Graveyard. You know the place.

Be seeing you.

"Fucking bastard," I say and hand the note over to Kingsley and Minnie.

I see the moment they realize what the note is for and shake my head at them. I knew this was going to happen. It's all my fault, I should've been there for my team and now they're imprisoned because of me. She is imprisoned because of me.