RP: Delivering the News
Date: July 28, 1998 (right after lunch)
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley
Location: Hogwarts
Status: Private
Summary: Harry and Ron go to tell Hermione what's happened, and to make sure she's alright.
Completion: Incomplete
There was no way she could know yet. Wherever McGonagall had her working today, she likely didn't have access to the wireless. Which meant that she could, for all he knew, be headed out for a late lunch in London, or thinking of leaving work early and just having a walk Merlin-knew-where with that bastard walking free.
Hermione needed to know Greyback had escaped, if she didn't already. He Apparated to the grounds just outside Hogwarts, looking around for Ron in case he'd arrived sooner. Stalking over the grass in order to get to the school as quickly as possible, he tried not to let anger and frustration claw at his consciousness. It just didn't do any good now.
But how the hell had Greyback escaped? They weren't supposed to have to worry about this shite right now. The time for being afraid was supposed to have passed. Now there was a perverted lunatic lurking who-knew-where. Oh, they'd said that he might flee the country, but Harry's instincts told him otherwise. And it probably didn't help that he could still smell the wanker's breath, still felt a roiling in the pit of his stomach when he thought of how Greyback had leered at Hermione, and said ... what he'd said.
He was worried. And pissed. Damn it.
Ron wasn't here yet that Harry could see, but Harry knew that he'd be along as soon as he could. They both knew, probably better than anyone, what Greyback escaping could mean. Certainly what it would mean to Hermione. Taking the stairs two at a time, he walked into the entrance hall, making a beeline for Hermione's tiny office area, where he hoped she was and not out wandering.
He stopped by the old stone gargoyle at the base of the stairs to McGonagall's office, to the right of which was a small door. Looking around to see if McGonagall was about, he lifted his hand to knock.
"Ah, bugger it," he said, forgoing the knock and turning the handle. Yes, he was barging in. No, he wasn't too worried about that above making sure that she was in here, and safe.
When he found her at the small desk writing, with a small stack of parchment at her elbow, he let out a breath, trying to school his features into something like normal. You didn't panic or rage, he thought, when you had to give someone scary news. It left no room for the intended person to panic or rage, if they needed to.
"Er." Now that he could see that she was fine, he didn't want to alarm her right away. But he wasn't sure if he could make small talk right now. "Hey. Got a moment?"
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley
Location: Hogwarts
Status: Private
Summary: Harry and Ron go to tell Hermione what's happened, and to make sure she's alright.
Completion: Incomplete
There was no way she could know yet. Wherever McGonagall had her working today, she likely didn't have access to the wireless. Which meant that she could, for all he knew, be headed out for a late lunch in London, or thinking of leaving work early and just having a walk Merlin-knew-where with that bastard walking free.
Hermione needed to know Greyback had escaped, if she didn't already. He Apparated to the grounds just outside Hogwarts, looking around for Ron in case he'd arrived sooner. Stalking over the grass in order to get to the school as quickly as possible, he tried not to let anger and frustration claw at his consciousness. It just didn't do any good now.
But how the hell had Greyback escaped? They weren't supposed to have to worry about this shite right now. The time for being afraid was supposed to have passed. Now there was a perverted lunatic lurking who-knew-where. Oh, they'd said that he might flee the country, but Harry's instincts told him otherwise. And it probably didn't help that he could still smell the wanker's breath, still felt a roiling in the pit of his stomach when he thought of how Greyback had leered at Hermione, and said ... what he'd said.
He was worried. And pissed. Damn it.
Ron wasn't here yet that Harry could see, but Harry knew that he'd be along as soon as he could. They both knew, probably better than anyone, what Greyback escaping could mean. Certainly what it would mean to Hermione. Taking the stairs two at a time, he walked into the entrance hall, making a beeline for Hermione's tiny office area, where he hoped she was and not out wandering.
He stopped by the old stone gargoyle at the base of the stairs to McGonagall's office, to the right of which was a small door. Looking around to see if McGonagall was about, he lifted his hand to knock.
"Ah, bugger it," he said, forgoing the knock and turning the handle. Yes, he was barging in. No, he wasn't too worried about that above making sure that she was in here, and safe.
When he found her at the small desk writing, with a small stack of parchment at her elbow, he let out a breath, trying to school his features into something like normal. You didn't panic or rage, he thought, when you had to give someone scary news. It left no room for the intended person to panic or rage, if they needed to.
"Er." Now that he could see that she was fine, he didn't want to alarm her right away. But he wasn't sure if he could make small talk right now. "Hey. Got a moment?"