A Place To Hide

Everythingseemedfuzzy,slow.HarryandHermionejumpedtotheirfeetanddrewtheirwands.Manypeoplewereonlyjustrealizingthatsomethingstrangehadhappened;headswerestillturningtowardthesilvercatasitvanished.SilencespreadoutwardincoldripplesfromtheplacewherethePatronushadlanded.Thensomebodyscreamed.

HarryandHermionethrewthemselvesintothepanickingcrowd.Guestsweresprintinginalldirections;manywereDisapparating;theprotectiveenchantmentsaroundtheBurrowhadbroken.

"Ron!"Hermionecried."Ron,whereareyou?"

Astheypushedtheirwayacrossthedancefloor,Harrysawcloakedandmaskedfiguresappearinginthecrowd;thenhesawLupinandTonks,theirwandsraised,andheardbothofthemshout,"Protego!",acrythatwasechoedonallsides

"Ron!Ron!"Hermionecalled,halfsobbingassheandHarrywerebuffetedbyterrifiedguests:Harryseizedherhandtomakesuretheyweren’tseparatedasastreakoflightwhizzedovertheirheads,whetheraprotectivecharmorsomethingmoresinisterhedidnotknow

AndthenRonwasthere.HecaughtholdofHermione’sfreearm,andHarryfeltherturnonthespot;sightandsoundwereextinguishedasdarknesspressedinuponhim;allhecouldfeelwasHermione’shandashewassqueezedthroughspaceandtime,awayfromtheBurrow,awayfromthedescendingDeathEaters,away,perhaps,fromVoldemorthimself....

"Wherearewe?"saidRon’svoice.

Harryopenedhiseyes.

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