a/n: So this is my first HP story. But not my first overall. Anyways. This is also posted on my livejournal [creationinwords] and in the community [books_freckles]. If you'd rather read it there, go'head. So, please, give this a chance. =]
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He was worried. Very worried. So worried, in fact, that Fred Weasley was writing a note to identical twin explaining that he couldn't take not knowing how she was doing. Of course, she was accompanied by The Boy Wonder and his youngest brother, but he still worried.
He wasn't there to protect her.
He knew different spells. He knew better spells. His love for Hermione Granger knew no limits.
He packed furiously, doing it the muggle way, hoping that it would help cool off some of his anxiousness. But it only added. He needed to know that she was ok.
Grabbing the rucksack, he left the note on the kitchen table, glanced around at the flat that he hoped to return to soon, and apperated to Number 12 Grimmauld Place.