"Sir, have you seen Hermione?" Harry panted, entering the drawing room where Snape sat, reading the Daily Prophet. He looked up from the moving pictures, raising an eyebrow at the panting boy.
"No, I have not encountered Miss Granger since last night. Now if you please, get out." His voice was ice cold, sending chills down Harry's back. He backed out slowly, seeing the darkness in his eyes.
He walked down the hall, taking deep breaths. They checked all over 12 Grimauld PLace, but no sign of Hermione. The war was still raging on, and they couldnt afford to lose anyone. Especially not someone as superior and intelligant as Hermione.
Harry walked into Hermione's room for the hundreth time. Nothing. Her trunk was still there, sitting in the corner, clothes strewn on the floor. Where could she be? Harry thought. He walked around the room, searching for a letter, anything. And a letter he found.
He picked up the folded peice of parchment, gently unfolding it in his hands.
Dear OOTP,
I'm safe, that much you don't have to worry about. Actually, nothing to worry about at all. I'm safe, i just went home for a while. I know I left my trunk, but i'll get it back later. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I'll be back.....whenever I can.
Sincerely, Hermione
Harry rushed out of the room, letter in hand. He ran past Snape, who was walking down the stairs. Harry arrived in the kitchen, where the entire order was panicking at not having Hermione around. He tried to settle every one down, but the noise only got louder. Finally Ginny stood up.
"Shut it!" She yelled. The chatter immediatly died down.
"Thanks. I know what happened to Hermione." He said quickly. Everyone stared at him, anxiously waiting for him to go on. He took a deep breath before continuing.
"She was taken. By Voldemort." He gulped. Everyone in the room stared at him with wide eyes. Mrs. Weasley and Tonks gasped lightly.
"How do you know?" Remus asked him, unonvinced. Harry held out the letter to him. Remus read it over, and shook his head.
"What? This looks like her hand writing, i don't see anything wrong with it." He argued. Harry sighed.
"Look harder, at the writing." He urged. Remus brought the letter to his face, and realization dawned on him. He gave the letter back to Harry, and sat down next to his wife and child.
"Daddy? Daddy what happened?" Teddy whined from his spot on his mothers lap.
"Shh, darling. Nothing you need to worry about." Tonks rubbed the boy's purple curls. He got distracted by his thumb, and instantly started sucking it, forgetting the conversation.
"Why? What's wrong with the letter?" Mr. Weasley asked. Harry was about to hand him the letter, but Snape grabbed it out of his hand. He concentrated for a second, then pushed the letter back into Harry's hands.
"It's written in blood." He said simply, before storming up the stairs. The only thing that could be heard before Harry fainted was the crying of a baby, several gasps, and such foul language that even dumbledore wouldnt have known.