George POV
"You're not going to like tonight's report." Kingsley said in a grave voice and he dropped the slip of parchment in front of his set up as they were preparing for tonight's Potterwatch.
George's eyes scanned the paper and read: Lightning and co. broke into Gringotts and escaped on a dragon. For what purpose, unknown. He shook his head. "They're bloody mad. I know why, but we can't report it. They're safe?"
Kingsley gave him a small smile. "I would've put if it was otherwise, wouldn't I? She's fine, George."
He sighed and nodded while continuing to set up the magical microphones and radio frequency technology. Fred looked at the parchment and muttered, "Bloody hell... your girlfriend is ten times cooler than you, mate."
"Yea well that's our little brother, too. We will never be able to live this down. That outshines any prank." He attempted to joke but it came out stale sounding as the worry was gnawing at his stomach. George shook his head as he finished up the set up. He was trying to get the image out of his head of his beautiful Hermione, with her wild curls, riding a bloody dragon.
Lee gave them a nod to symbolize that it was almost time for everyone to begin tuning in. George had already done the charm work for the password, Longbottom, to be required before viewers could tune in. He wondered where Hermione was right now. Was she listening?
Lee began to request for a moment of silence to recognize the deaths not reported by the Daily Prophet or Wizarding Wireless Network News before he read off the slip of paper, amplifying the excitement and assuring any listener that Lightning was okay.
Fred took over the next segment of survival tips. "Now remember, keep on listening to Potterwatch for future updates but also be on the lookout for infamous Death Eater Travers, Malfoys, Bellatrix Lestrange, the werewolf Fenrir Greyback, Rowle and Dolohob, The Carrows, Severus Snape, and all others."
"Know your friends, but be on the lookout for any signs of the Imperius Cure or Polyjuice Potion." Lee added into the microphone.
"And with that, good luck, stay safe and support Harry Potter!" The two called off in unison.
They began to pack up their equipment and George had to ignore the image that kept swimming in his head of a wild head of curls riding on the back of a large dragon after breaking out of the most high-security area of wizarding London. What couldn't Hermione Granger do...
Hermione POV
She shifted nervously in front of the portrait in the Hog's Head. Was this a trap that Aberforth was setting them up for? She stared deep into the scene as two figures grew larger and larger, until only their heads and shoulders filled the portrait. Then the whole thing swung forward on the wall like a little door, and the entrance to a real tunnel was revealed. And out of it, his hair overgrown, his face cut up, his robes ripped to shreds, clambered the real Neville Longbottom.
Hermione's heart soared as he gave them all a large smile and roared out. "I knew you'd come! I knew it!" He wrapped up his classmates into a large group hug with glee all over his face.
"Neville—what—how?" Harry was stammering as he let a smile fill his face as well as they saw their quieter and shyer Gryffindor safe in front of them.
"Ab, there might be a couple more people on the way." Neville admitted after he let go of the Golden Trio.
The old man grunted and crossed his arms over his chest. "Couple more? What d'you mean, a couple more, Longbottom? There's a curfew and a Caterwauling Charm on the whole damn village!"
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Always and Forever
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