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And why it was so important, Harry could not explain even to himself, yet he felt

It had been tantamount to a lie not to tell him that they had this place and these

Experiences in common. He stared ahead of him, barely noticing what was going on

Around him, and did not realize that Hermione had appeared out of the crowd until she

Drew up a chair beside him.

“I simply can’t dance anymore,” she panted, slipping of one of her shoes and

rubbing the sole of her foot. “Ron’s gone looking to find more butterbeers. It’s a bit odd.

I’ve just seen Viktor storming away from Luna’s father, it looked like they’d been

arguing –“ She dropped her voice, staring at him. “Harry, are you okay?”

Harry did not know where to begin, but it did not matter, at that moment,

Something large and silver came falling through the canopy over the dance floor.

Graceful and gleaming, the lynx landed lightly in the middle of the astonished dancers.

Heads turned, as those nearest it froze absurdly in mid-dance. Then the Patronus’s mouth

Opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.

“The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”

A Place to Hide

Everything seemed fuzzy, slow. Harry and Hermione jumped to their feet and

Drew their wands. Many people were only just realizing that something strange had

Happened; heads were still turning toward the silver cat as it vanished. Silence spread

Outward in cold ripples from the place where the Patronus had landed. Then somebody

Screamed.

Harry and Hermione threw themselves into the panicking crowd. Guests were

Sprinting in all directions; many were Disapparating; the protective enchantments around

The Burrow had broken.

“Ron!” Hermione cried. “Ron, where are you?”

As they pushed their way across the dance floor, Harry saw cloaked and masked

Figures appearing in the crowd; then he saw Lupin and Tonks, their wands raised, and

heard both of them shout, “Protego!”, a cry that was echoed on all sides –

“Ron! Ron!” Hermione called, half sobbing as she and Harry were buffered by

terrified guests: Harry seized her hand to make sure they weren’t separated as a streak of

Light whizzed over their heads, whether a protective charm or something more sinister he

did not know –

And then Ron was there. He caught hold of Hermione’s free arm, and Harry felt

Her turn on the spot; sight and sound were extinguished as darkness pressed in upon him;

all he could feel was Hermione’s hand as he was squeezed through space and time, away

From the Burrow, away from the descending Death Eaters, away, perhaps, from

Voldemort himself. . . .

“Where are we?” said Ron’s voice.

Harry opened his eyes. For a moment he thought they had not left the wedding

After all; They still seemed to be surrounded by people.



“Tottenham Court Road,” panted Hermione. “Walk, just walk, we need to find

somewhere for you to change.”

Harry did as she asked. They half walked, half ran up the wide dark street

Thronged with late-night revelers and lined with closed shops, stars twinkling above them.

A double-decker bus rumbled by and a group of merry pub-goers ogled them as they


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