The Traitors [HP6] *EDITING*

Chapter 24-The Net

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"What do you mean?" demanded Hermione, her voice lowered. "How do you know that? Let's check the map."

"Good idea," said Harry quickly, wondering why they hadn't done that in the first

place. He opened up his drawer and took out the Marauder's Map, the map created by his

father and his three friends in their time at Hogwarts. It showed every secret passage and

location of the entire school as well as where everyone currently was.

Harry scanned the map for a dot labeled Ron, but found none.

"He's not on here," he sighed, folding the map up and putting it away into his

drawer. "Voldemort has probably taken him away. In exchange for Ron, he wants the

Glove."

"How do you know that?" asked Hermione again.

"Voldemort visited me in some sort of holographic form the other day," said

Harry. "He told me that he wanted the Glove. Somehow, he knows we have it."

"Well what are we going to do?" asked Hermione. "We can't give it to him."

"No we can't," said Harry, trying to think of what their options were. Evidently,

they were not doing a very good job of keeping the Items secure. One of them had already

been stolen and now they were in a horrible situation regarding another. They had to

somehow change this.

"We have to give it to Dumbledore," said Harry finally. "He'll know what to do

with it and he can keep it safe."

"It's all we can do," said Hermione, looking very concerned and anxious.

"Let's get there as fast as we can," said Harry, stuffing the ransom note in his

pocket. "Every second we waste is another second that Ron is in danger."

With that, they sprinted out of the dorm and common room, evading people's

questions as to why Hermione was in the boy's dormitory. Right now, Harry didn't care

what horrible rumors they cooked up; all he wanted wasto find his best friend.

"Monkey cakes," gasped Harry, out of breath, to the gargoyle guarding

Dumbledore's room. It moved out of the way and the two of them ran up the stairs and

threw open the door.

"Professor Dumbledore!" yelled Harry when they entered his office. He was

sitting right behind his desk and nearly jumped a foot in the air from surprise, throwing

papers, quills and bottles of ink as well.

"Ohmy!" he gasped. "Harry! Miss. Granger! What is it?"

"Someone's taken Ron!" whimpered Hermione.

"Andwe think it's Voldemort," added Harry, catching his breath.

"What makes you think that?" asked Dumbledore, standing up in his pile of

clutter, the surprise immediately fading from his face and transforming into an expression

of urgency and seriousness.