Author's note: Well here I am writing another fic. This idea came into my head a while ago and I originally intended it to be a one shot, but it got to the point where it was getting too long for it to be considered a one shot anymore. So I decided to divide it up into chapters.

Thanks to thesteppyone who beta read this for me:)

Run Away: Chapter One

Hermione stood alone looking down towards the ground with a blank expression on her face. She watched as the wind blew the dust around, it never stayed in the same place for long.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, but she didn't let go. Her fingers were still holding on to the strands and she wasn't willing to let them go.

She felt a painful throb in her head and she instantly moved her hand to the place where it was hurting, massaging it lightly in hope that it would pass. She furrowed her eyebrows as she closed her eyes. Her other hand was clenched tightly as she tried to cope with the pain.

She took a shaky breath in as she bent down in an attempt to somehow relieve the pain. She collapsed onto her knees, as the pain became more intense. She now had both hands massaging her head, but this time she was attempting it more firmly.

She found that is was becoming increasingly harder to breathe as she breathed another shaky breath. The pain in her head was just too intense. Her eyes began to lose focus and she found herself falling in and out of consciousness.

She was sweating, she was trying to stay conscious but she was fighting a losing battle.

"I… I…" She struggled to speak, breathing was becoming a struggle, "I… don't …want to…to…go back…"

She couldn't fight it anymore, she knew she was fighting a losing battle, one that she had no chance of winning. She fell forward and as a tear fell from her eyes and down her face, she fell unconscious.

"What do you mean you can't find her! She was here, in her bed, two hours ago!"

Molly Weasley's voice could be heard throughout the corridors of Saint Mungo's hospital.

Healer Johnston sighed, "I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley, but we really don't know where she is. The last time she was seen was when her observations where being done."

"How can you not know where she is? You were supposed to be keeping a closer eye on her! Now she is missing, Merlin knows where! What if they don't find her? What would happen to her then!"

"Molly, please calm down," Arthur said as he put his arm round his wife. "I am sure the Healers and Aurors are doing everything they can to find Hermione."

"That's not the point Arthur!" Molly exclaimed, "The point is that they left her unattended when they knew that something like this could have happened!" Tears were forming in her eyes; Arthur pulled her into a hug and let her cry.

"Please, do everything you can to ensure that she comes back safely," Arthur pleaded to the Healer. "Please, we can't lose anyone else."

Healer Johnston nodded, "I will see what I can do."

Arthur nodded back, "Thank you."

As Healer Johnston walked down the corridor the Weasley family were left in turmoil. Having just lost their youngest son and brother in the battle and now with someone they considered part of their family missing they didn't know what to do.

Molly just sobbed into Arthur's shirt whilst Arthur stood there, holding Molly in his arms. Bill sat there, his chin resting in his hands staring at the wall before him, whilst Charlie was leaning against the wall staring at his feet.

Fred and George were not their usual selves. Their grins were exchanged with frowns and the sparks in their eyes were replaced with tears. Ginny sat with her head resting on her knees, tears running down her cheeks. Percy stood silently away from the rest of the Weasley clan; still ashamed about the way he had treated them before.

Tears filled every Weasley eye, some where shed, others lingered.

"Are we going to tell Harry?" Ginny asked as she wiped some tears from her eyes.

Arthur thought about it for a moment, he had a right to know but he didn't want to give him more stress.

"No."

Ginny looked at her father as she stood up, "What do you mean, No? He has a right to know!"

"Ginny, please not now!" Bill exclaimed, not wanting a family argument at a time like this.

"No, Harry as a right to know! We can't keep something like this from him! He would want to know!" Ginny argued firmly, she wasn't going to back down on this.

"Ginny, please, it's best for Harry if we don't tell him," Arthur said calmly, trying hard not to raise his voice.

"No! It's not best for him! Hermione is his best friend and he would want to know something like this! You can't keep it from him!"

"Ginny! He is already feeling guilty about Ron. Do you think it would be fair to tell him that Hermione is missing too? How do you think he would feel then?"

"At least he would know!" Ginny screamed, "At least he would know! He would be more devastated if you didn't tell him! He would hate it if he had not known about this! Stop trying to protect him!" She burst into tears. Bill stood up and brought her into a comforting hug as she cried onto his shirt.

"What do you think Bill? Should we tell him"? Arthur looked at his eldest son. He could always rely on Bill to tell him the truth, to tell him that he is doing the right thing for his children.

Bill sighed, "I don't know, Harry does need to know. It's not fair on him if he isn't…"

Arthur sighed, "I guess I can't protect them forever, but who should tell him?"

Arthur sighed as he stood outside the door that separated himself from Harry. He did not know how he would break the new to him, nor did he know how Harry would take it. All he knew is that he needed to know. He opened the door and walked in, and sighed in relief to see Harry sitting up, awake.

"Harry, my boy," Arthur said with a smile. "How are you?"

He shut the door and sat down in one of the many chairs that were placed in his room.

Harry looked at him but barely smiled, "I'm fine, you?"

Arthur sighed, "Harry, don't worry about me. Just concentrate on getting better…"

Harry stroked his bandages on his hands, tracing the tightly wrapped fabric till he reached skin.

"How is Hermione? Is she okay?"

Arthur knew that this question would come up sooner or later. He sighed and looked at Harry.

"Harry," He began, not knowing what to say to the boy sitting there mourning the loss of one of his best friends, "the last time I saw Hermione, she was doing fine…"

Harry's brows furrowed in confusion, "What do you mean the last time you saw her?"

"Harry, I don't know how to tell you this but…Hermione has gone missing…"

"What! How could she go missing! I thought she was here!" Harry exclaimed in panic, "How did she get out without any of the Healers noticing?"

Arthur placed his hand on Harry's arm, "Harry I don't know. The last time we saw her was two hours ago, we don't know what has happened or where she has gone."

Harry sat there in silence for a moment trembling at the thought of losing Hermione as well. "Are there people looking for her?"

Arthur nodded, "Yes, we have Healers and Aurors working on finding her and bringing her back safely to us."

Harry nodded, "Right," He said whilst hoisting himself up and attempting to swing his legs out of bed, "I'm helping."

Arthur stood up; "No you're not. You are staying here!"

"Mr. Weasley, please! I want to help! I want to help find Hermione!"

Arthur sighed, "I know but you're not well enough, it's not safe out there…"

"Which is exactly why I should go out there and help look for her!"

"Harry, my boy, please listen to me…"

"No! I need to find her before anything happens to her! Who knows what condition she is in! She might not have her wand with her so she has no way of protecting herself if she was attacked and even if she did she won't have the energy! Please, I don't want to another best friend! I don't want to lose her!" Harry exclaimed through his tears.

Arthur did not know what do say or do. He knew he couldn't let him leave his bed but a part of him wanted to give into what Harry wants.

"Harry, listen to me. We have the best Healers and Aurors looking for her. I promise you nothing will happen to her. We will find her." Arthur embraced Harry in a hug as both men began to cry.

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