~ Home for the Summer~
Chapter Nineteen: Trapped
He had to wait until the students arrived before anything could be done. Though professors weren't suppose to let their personal issues interfere with teaching classes, this went beyond the rules.
Harry had assigned silent studying, then ran from the room with the parchment piece still in hand. Expecting to find Hermione, but instead, he found Ron first.
Hermione made it far from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Soon enough, the emotions overtook her actions, and she collapsed to the floor, supporting herself against the wall. She didn't want to believe that note, still, she felt deceived and betrayed, by the last person she'd ever think would do that, to anyone. Her tears echoed the hallway along with the light sound of her engagement ring hitting the stone floor. At the same time, Hermione didn't know. She didn't know that there was no affair, and Harry was always faithful to her. She didn't know the note was a scam, never written by an Charms professor. Someone, just wanted to cause a conflict.
" That is crossing the line, that is" Ron roughly exclaimed after what Harry had to tell him, and reading the note, " that's not even Abigail's handwriting".
" I guessed that much" Harry muttered.
Ron crumpled the note in his hands, with a sharp expression of anger and revenge, " get Miss Daniels from your class. I'm sending Pig to her parents immediately, he should be back by the time you two arrive".
As much as Harry did not think Olivia would have gone this far, he didn't care. " Ron, I have to find Hermione, right way".
" I know how you feel, well not really, but she's probably really pissed at the moment. You need to prove that this is fake".
" It is fake!".
Ron sighed, " I know, and maybe Hermione believes you as well, but, she many not. Olivia may never you alone".
Those words, six words, and his mind seemed to come into place. " I see what you're saying, I'm going to get that girl".
But when he went back to the classroom, her chair was empty. She was no longer there, but had been class began.
" Where's Olivia?".
" Lavatory" Alistair Longbottom answered, " been there for awhile".
Over the years, Harry no longer considered restriction from the girls lavatory. Since the polyjuice potion and the Chamber of Secrets, it didn't matter.
Each cubicle door was closed, Harry walked down the aisle, checking under every one. Finally, he found two penny loafers.
" Olivia?" he wasn't too willing to be polite with her. But, there was a chance maybe it was no her on the other side of that door.
A sharp, startled gasp indicated that it most defiantly was.
He kicked his foot against the door. The lock snapped and the wood hit the cubicle wall. Olivia was watching in pure shock, parchment sheets and quill in her possession.
" You have to come with me".
Olivia sat calmly in the large chair before Ron's desk. She looked innocent, but Ron was not the kind of Headmaster whom scared the guilty students.
" I didn't do anything!" she claimed with a harsh tone when Ron mentioned a certain message Hermione received that day. " I did not write that note!".
Harry stood next to the Headmaster's desk, letting him act upon his duty at Hogwarts.
" Alright, let's forget about the letter for right now. Do you have an excuse for the other things? Things you've been saying to Har- Professor Potter?".
Olivia eyed Harry, " what things?".
Ron also looked over at him, " well, for one thing, about his personal life.".
" Professor Granger is my Transfiguration teacher" she interrupted eagerly, " I saw her ring and someone else in the class had asked about it".
" What about he should not be named?".
She simply shrugged, " it's not a big deal".
It was very odd. Every student was horrified, let alone.
" Are you afraid to talk about your father?" Olivia had asked Harry, making it look like he was the victim for a moment, rather than herself.
" No" he whispered. She had the look of satisfaction. " Olivia, all I wanted to know is how you found out about those things and why you repeated them?" he had asked her calmly and rationally.
She became very silent, mentally struggling with words that would make sense. And protect her. But she didn't want to start spinning the web of lies.
Harry tried to sort out every peculiar detail about Olivia Daniels since the first day. Just as the thought about asking if he was going to get..
" My sister".
" Adrianna?" even Harry was surprised to hear the name.
Ron mocked an eyebrow, " what about her?".
" She's madly in love" Olivia looked at Harry, " with him".
Harry's expression fell.
As well as Ron's, " it doesn't make any sense, she's hardly seen him!" he let out the one comment, " okay, if Adrianna is to blame, why are you the one to act?".
Tears threatened the girls eyes, " I can't tell you!" she screamed, " I can't!".
Before either Ron or Harry could try and calm her, another voice entered the room. It was very faint, almost like a muffled call. A call for help, it couldn't have been more than two syllables.
While the guys looked high at the ceiling above the room, Olivia remained still, like she already knew what was happening.
" Does the school happened to be haunted and you just didn't tell anyone?".
" Not by a ghost that we can't see" Ron answered. " Maybe one of them is stuck in the air vents again".
Harry watched him over to the wall near a bookcase, " stuck? How can they get stuck, they're ghosts".
" True, but some of them aren't that bright" he pulled on a very small lever.
" HELP!" a voice shrilled so loud, the three of them covered their ears immediately. " Help me, please somebody!".
Ron gazed in the direction of where he knew the vents were, " bloody hell, that's Hermione!".
Harry had figured that out before Ron, he jumped up on the desk. " Hermione? What's wrong? Where are you?".
" In the wall!".
Ron and Harry exchanged glances.
" Okay, why are you in the wall?" Ron asked.
" I don't know! I'm trapped!".
The boys exchanged glances. Leaving Olivia alone, they bolted into the corridor, taking opposite directions. Ron went left, the same direction Hermione had gone earlier, but he didn't know. Yet.
Without warning, he fell to the floor. His shoe had slipped on something small and round. When sitting up, Ron recognized the item as Hermione's engagement ring.
" Bloody hell" he muttered, " Harry!" he called, " HARRY! HARRY JAMES POTTER!".
Harry came running up behind him, out of breath, " what?". Ron held up the ring between his two fingers. " Oh my god" he panted.
Ron stared at the stonewall to his left, " I think this is the wall she was talking about"
" I think so too". Harry grabbed his wand, pointing it at the stone. " Openius". Nothing happened. " Uh oh".
" Wait a second" Ron beamed, " do you still have Dumbledore's wand?".
Harry rolled his eyes, sarcastically responding, " no Ron, I sold it on the Black Magic Market". He watched Ron's face turn horrified, " of course I have it".
He shook it off, " that will do the trick!".
Harry dissaparated before Ron's eyes, appearing in the room, directly in front of the windowsill where the loose board was. He struggled with it for a moment, shaking hands were not helping. As soon as the board had been removed, Harry reached for the box.
But it was no longer there.