Chapter Six:

At breakfast the next day a thought popped into Harry's head.

"Hey Ron?" He asked, wondering why he heard Ron crying the other night when he and Ron were playing the prank, "Why were you crying the other night?" Ron was surprised, Hermione was bewildered. But, unknown to the three, Neville started stuffing his porridge into his mouth and almost ran out of the great hall. Well, almost unknown, Hermione saw him get up and his face was red. Weird… She thought.

"What? I wasn't crying! What are you talking about?" Ron replied, completely bewildered.

"Well I thought I heard you crying the other night. I just thought it was weird because I didn't know what you would be crying about!" Harry quickly said.

"Well, it wasn't me. Did you see it or hear it." Ron suggested.

"I heard it from the left of my bed," Harry thought, "So if it wasn't you, then it must have been…" The boys shared a worried look.

"Neville." They said together. They both turned their heads to Hermione, but found she wasn't there.

"How does she disappear like that?" Ron whispered.

A/N

Sorry for the extremely small chapter guys… :(

But I was thinking and I am not sure where this fic is going…

So I was thinking of stopping it… Really sorry, but with school it might be hard anyway.

So, leave a review if you know where this could go.

Bye