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Chapter Three - Harry Hunting Part Two





" Ron, I think we\'d better go looking for him..."



Hermione\'s arms were crossed in front her and a fierce frown wrinkled her face.



Bill had left ten minutes ago with Olivander and Griphook for Muriel’s house, a full hour after they had arrived, and still, Harry had not returned.



" He probably got lost in a daydream somewhere" Said Luna Lovegood from where she had been gazing dreamily out across the ocean. " I used to do that a lot when we were back in that nasty cellar in the mansion."



Across the room from the two women, Dean Thomas shuddered.



" Ugh! don’t talk about that place will you Luna? we only just got out of there." He said, watching forlornly as Ron\'s queen pummelled yet another of his chess pieces before dragging to the side of the board and dumping it.



Hermione sighed.



" He used to do this a lot when it was only two of us, only he would say if he was going to be gone long..."



Behind her Ron looked up sharply, his look a mixture of guilt and irritation before it became carefully blank.



Dean looked curiously between the two.



" There was only two of you?" He asked.



Hermione shook her head.



" It doesn’t matter." She said " Luna’s probably right, all the same, we should give him a shout, Fleur says she’s got everyone’s food for tonight just about done."



Ron relaxed and shot Hermione a grateful look as Dean turned back to the chess game. Luna turned from her dreamy contemplation of the scenery and began to head for the kitchen.



" We’ll have to go ask Mrs Weasly if she needs help setting the table out" She said serenely.



The two women left, and an air of quiet concentration filled the room as Ron continued to thrash Dean on the chessboard.



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Harry grunted with pain as several splinters of wood lodged themselves in his hands. He rattled the iron ring of the large rough door and then, cursing himself for a dimwit, aimed the Elder Wand at the unmoving obstacle.



"Alohamora"



The door of Hagrid\'s Hut clicked open and Harry frantically pushed his way in. Immediately he slammed the door and locked it, hoping the wand would live up to its legendary reputation. He glanced around swiftly but thankfully Hagrid had shut his curtains before escaping. Harry smiled briefly at the unusually neat interior of the hut, imagining the huge gamekeeper carefully dusting and tidying the small building before going on the run.



Coming back to the moment, Harry quickly moved away from the door and began to walk around the perimeter of the room, waving his arms in complex patterns.



"...Salvio hexia...Protega totalum...Muffliato..." He murmured the incantations as quietly as possible, hoping that Voldemort would not detect the wards he was forming.



Finishing what wards he could manage, Harry lowered his arms and began to



A minute later he lowered his arms and got quickly to work around the hut, refilling and lighting the fireplace with some logs still in a neat pile nearby. This done he began to search carefully in every container he could find, trying not to scream with frustration. Hagrid had to have had some spare floo powder hidden away somewhere, hadn’t he?



A strange, predatory feeling washed over him and he looked quickly around as a shadow passed over him. There was a window behind him and it was curtained, but there was a gap in the middle. It was a small gap but a gap none the less, and through it, Harry could see part of an eye, looking back at him.



Harry’s stomach lurched.



"Shit"



Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and whipped round, his heart almost in his mouth.



" SHIT!"



Shadows where moving passed the obscured window, and as Harry turned his head he saw others moving at nearly every other window as well. The door of the hut rattled, then banged as something heavy was thrown againsed it. Outside, Harry began to hear voices, talking, muttering, malicious laughter. Hagrid’s hut, was surrounded by Death Eaters.



He was trapped.



Throwing himself to the floor, Harry frantically began searching under the bed, under the table, anywhere where Hagrid may have possibly stashed any emergency floo powder. The door banged again and Harry froze as Voldemort’s high, triumphant voice sounded from behind it.



" Oh Harry? Are you in there?" The Dark Lord sang.



From outside there was a collective roar of glee, and sinister glow began to emanate from the gap under the door. The walls shuddered. Harry, straitened up and ran to the fireplace. Ignoring the heat of the lit fire, Harry realised too late that the smoke had alerted Voldemort to his presence. He pulled his hands out from their frantic search for some shelf or crevice in the chimney and smacked his forehead with them.



" STUPID! FUCK!"



The walls shuddered again as the mob of Death Eaters outside began to chant;



"...PO-TER-PO-TER-PO-TER-PO-TER..."



Leaning forward again Harry jammed his arms back up the chimney, and too his relief, his hands found the small bag he had been looking for. YES! He’d known it was around here somewhere, Hagrid must have hidden it...



The death eaters began to beat the sides of Hagrid’s hut rhythmically as they chanted. Voldemort’s voice was ecstatic as he screeched through the door;



" IM COMING IN! BOY!"



The door blew in just as Harry sprinkled the floo powder into the fire. The flames whooshed up in bright green tongues as Voldemort strode into the hut to wild cheers from outside.



Voldemort’s eyes widened as Harry squeezed himself into the fireplace.



" NO!"



Voldemort dived forwards but it was too late. Covering his mouth so that Voldemort could not read his lips, Harry whispered his destination.



With a whoosh and a yelp, Harry Potter was gone.



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Authors Note - Is this chapter good? I want to know what you think, remember?



xxwhiterage, Kage, Kurai - Thank you for reveiwing, im glad you like what iv done so far.