Number 12, Grimmauld Place

Hermione: "Alright..." I sighed, a little disturbed by Harry's attitude toward Sirius. "But where do we go?"

"Anywhere...just away from here. They could be here any second."

Hermione: I nodded, grabbed my bag from where I'd set it when Cho and I had entered the room, and ran to the door to get through the protective enchantments.

I followed both Cho and Hermione.

Hermione: I looked at Harry. "I have no idea where to go,"

"Go to an Order safehouse." I said randomly.

Hermione: I nodded and grabbed both of their arms before Disapparating to the Burrow.

(hehe apparently i like making life difficult)

annnnd [OUT]

Voldemort (is now finished with the rollerskating party): I appeared in front of a long row of houses. Looking at a sign that was nearby I saw that I was at Grimmauld Place. The houses were numbered. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. The one I needed to enter. It was important that I found out if what I seeked was inside. I walked forward, not waiting for the people I knew would be following me. I let my hand run down the door, feeling the rough grain of wood against my flesh. Breathing deeply, I walked into Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. I left the door open, and ventured inside. Dust coated everything. I inhaled, breathing in the dust and the musky smell of the old house. I walked farther into the house. Suddenly the dust and dirt that coated the floor of the house rose up and took the form of Albus Dumbledore. I became enraged The fool was dead. I walked forward, through the figure of dust. I had a task, and was determined to fulfill it. I quickly walked through the entire house, listening for the slightest noise. There was none, and there seemed to be no one in the house. He had escaped. He was gone. It was because of the followers. Next time it would be alone. Where would he have gone? I couldn't think of anywhere. I was mad, madder than I had ever remembered being before. I looked around the room I was in. The kitchen. In a dark corner there was a figure. I walked forward and the figure moved out of the shadows. He held an Invisibility Cloak in his hand.... "He was here." It was a statement, not a question. The figure nodded, a quick motion that was barely discernible. "Where are they?!"

Sirius: "They'll probably have gone to The Burrow," I stated simply.

Voldemort: I stormed out and Disapparated to near The Burrow.