AN: I don't own anything- it all belongs to the lovely Jo Rowling. This is a one shot done for a contest on the awesome site, the Owlery.

Missing

"Has anyone seen Arthur?" Molly Weasley, a nice plump women with fine red hair inquisitively asked the others who surrounded her at the dinner table.

The others; being Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Ron's sister Ginny; all shook their heads "no".

"Know where he was last?" Ron questioned his mother with a mouthful of delectable potatoes.

"Haven't a clue!" Molly sighed, looking at the clock that showed exactly where all Weasley's were at all moments of the day. "It says he's still in the Burrow still, he can't have gone far."

Harry's insides began to shrivel, thinking of where Mr. Weasley could be. It was true he found it a bit unusual he hadn't seen his best friend's father anywhere that day but he hadn't thought anything of it at the time. Now that Mrs. Weasley was concerned, he felt a little tug in his stomach. What if something bad happened to him?

"Maybe we should split up and look, eh?" Molly smiled nervously. She had thought the same thing Harry had, what if something bad happened? "We're due at the Order headquarters soon."

"I'll look upstairs!" Ginny shot up and ran for dear life. She was so certain something awfully bad had happened to her father, she didn't want to be the one to find him so she locked herself in her room.

"I'll keep Gin company," Hermione, a teased-hair beauty of seventeen, said quickly, knocking heavily on Ginny's door before she let her in.

Harry and Ron, knowing that it was up to them to find the missing Arthur Weasley, got up from the table and stepped outside.

"Where do you think Dad is?" Ron ran his hand through his fire red hair. "I mean, I haven't seen him since before breakfast, how 'bout you?"

"Same," Harry remarked, remembering that Mr. Weasley had approached him before breakfast, asking him about light bulbs.

"Well, we better start looking eh?" Ron looked over to the kitchen window, seeing his mum's filled with worry.

"I suppose," Harry grumbled. He had no idea where to begin looking for Mr. Weasley. This was just what he needed, another loved one missing or dead. He couldn't stop himself from thinking the worse. This was, after all, wartime. Half the country would piss themselves in fear if even the smallest of changes around them made were uncomfortable.

"Better look in the backyard first, just to make sure," Ron's voice trailed off as he walked ahead of Harry, his best friend. He had always been a bit jealous of Harry, him being the "Boy-That-Lived", all the attention he received. He knew that Harry didn't ask for it, or liked it much even, but he still felt a pang in his heart whenever he saw his best friend in the papers.

They scoured the backyard but found no trace of him. Twenty minutes had passed and Harry was sure that they were due at Order headquarters in at least forty minutes.

"The shed?" Ron suggested, taking full lead in this investigation. "Seriously, he can't have gone far and I'm sure we would've noticed a heap full of Death Eaters swoop down in the Burrow."

Harry smiled, knowing that every thought he had before was absolute rubbish. Of course Mr. Weasley was fine. Just lost.

"Of course," Ron said aloud, laughing to himself as his eyes scanned the dark room.

"What?" Harry inquired, studying the various radios in front of him.

"I know where Dad is," Ron smiled, walking over to the corner of the room. There sat a large refrigerator.

"No," Harry snorted. "No way."

Ron let out a howl of laughter as he opened the refrigerator, and there stood a very cold, very happy Arthur Weasley.

"Well, that was a nice now wasn't it?"