Sadness, Deep Sadness

Harry was stuck.

Stuck in the middle of nowhere.

On top of a mountain.

He was so frustrated. He was cold and hungry, and Voldemort got away. He sighed. He shouldn't have gone battling Voldemort again; it was dangerous.

But wasn't this situation dangerous? But Hermione wasn't there that time to tell him to stop.

Hermione. He almost forgot what she had said. But then, what he had told her was a complete lie. He had told her that it was better to go fighting Voldemort than hanging around there with them. Which it wasn't. Not really.

But he had more important things to worry about. Like getting off this mountain. Harry pooled his resources-he had a mountain, a wand, snow, snow, snow, and more snow. But he didn't know where he was, he couldn't Apparate, and there wasn't any Portkeys to zoom off on. And no broom, either.

But he could make something!

He found a few small rocks and laid them down in the snow. He could transfigure them. But the only things he could use to escape the mountain's height were a broom, a Portkey, or...a snowboard!

But he couldn't transfigure a rock into a snowboard. But...a piece of wood would do!

He transfigured the first one-very surprisingly-into a tree, but the next rock was much better. It was a perfectly straight piece of wood, smooth, long, and slick.

Harry, not having any idea how to snowboard, hopped onto the wood and immediately fell off. He was acting like Ron.

This was pretty stupid. That is exactly what Hermione would say.

Harry stood on it again and kept his balance. He pushed off, and began to zoom down the mountain, gathering speed with every meter.

A boulder was zooming closer and closer to him. He leaned to the left and avoided it. This was easier than he thought!

He soon reached the bottom of the mountain and fell off of the snowboard, for the snow was thin and melting, since it was much warmer down at the bottom than the top.

He looked around. His surroundings consisted of grass and bushes, with a few trees here and there.

Stupid Voldemort. Banish him to a place where he could easily find a way back. That was...really unlike Voldemort. Sure, his plans never worked, but they usually would have worked if Harry hadn't messed with them. Strange.

He thought he saw a town ahead. It was kind of far away and blurry, but he was almost sure it was some kind of village or something.

He started to walk in that direction, but stopped in his tracks. That town could be full of Death Eaters, for all he knew. Or maybe Voldemort himself was there. Harry could be walking to his death.

Or he could be walking towards help and directions. What should he do?

***

"Hermione, c'mon, please stop," Ron pleaded. Hermione was crying again, and wouldn't stop.

Ron picked up her Arithmancy homework and held it up in her face like bait. "Hermione," he said in a singsong voice. I've got homework..."

She disgustedly shoved him away. "Don't bait me with homework, Ron."

"Fine, if you say so," he replied. "But crying won't do any good. I mean, if we want Harry to come back, we need to find him, not cry."

Hermione stopped crying. Her face was glistening with tears. She was...really pretty like that, Ron thought. "Ron, I know what we have to do," Hermione said, shaking Ron out of his daydream of them living in the countryside, with a few children...

"Okay," Ron said, "but stop for a minute about Harry."

Hermione looked at him in amazement. "What?"

"Let's just say we talk about..." Ron trailed off and attempted to kiss Hermione.

"Ron!" she exclaimed, and pulled away from him. "What are you doing?"

"I dunno," Ron said sheepishly. "Sorry...don't know what got into me..."

Hermione stared at him and shook her head. "Honestly..."

"I'm sorry," he repeated. "But you always talk about Harry, and I..."

"I always talked about Harry?" She said. "Well, maybe that's because he missing."

"I said I was sorry," Ron said. "But just stop to think about this...you...and-and me..."

"Fine," she said, walking up to the girl's dormitories. "I will think about it. I'll also think of a way to get your best friend back."

Ron, awed at the fact that Hermione was considering what he had said and did, grinned and went upstairs to his own dormitory.