Chapter 27
In the grand office of Hogwarts' headmistress, Harry and Ginny stood before Professor McGonagall, their faces etched with worry.
"And we don’t know where in the Forbidden Forest?" McGonagall inquired, her concern evident.
"I haven’t had a dream like it for years. But Albus was there. I know he was." Harry responded, his voice determined.
"We need to get searching as quickly as possible." Ginny urged, her determination matching Harry's.
McGonagall pondered for a moment before suggesting, "We need to get searching as quickly as possible."
Before they could react, a sudden commotion erupted from the chimney, and Hermione tumbled into the room.
"Is it true? Can I help?" Hermione asked eagerly, interrupting the conversation.
McGonagall, taken aback by the unexpected arrival, hesitated before responding, "Minister, this is quite unexpected..."
Ginny confessed, "That may be my fault — I persuaded them to put out an emergency edition of the Daily Prophet. Asking for volunteers."
McGonagall nodded approvingly, acknowledging the sensible approach, "Right. Very sensible. I expect . . . there will be quite a few."
In the midst of the chaos, Ron barged in, covered in soot and wearing a gravy-stained napkin.
"Have I missed anything?" Ron asked, oblivious to his disheveled appearance.
As another rumble echoed from the chimney, Draco and Pansy descended, enveloped in soot and dust and said "Sorry about your floor, Minerva."
Surprised by their presence, McGonagall remarked dryly, "I dare say it’s my fault for owning a chimney."
Harry, addressing Draco, expressed his surprise, "Quite a surprise to see you, Draco and Pansy. I thought you didn’t believe in my dreams."
Pansy interjected, "We don’t, but we do trust your luck. Harry Potter is always where the action is at. And we need our son back with his family and safe."
With a shared determination, Ginny declared, "Then let’s get to the Forbidden Forest and find them both."