Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Lost

Author's Note: I originally wrote this story, and had it under another name. But with the loss of my email account I'm unable to retrieve the password to my original account, which was Maria Weasley. I will post the remaining written chapters as soon as I have a chance. Then I'll start updating more.

By DuckQueen111290

Chapter 1

I ran into my room. I was scared. All I could think of was the awful events that took place that day. I cried. I could barely see. I missed him. I wish I told him the truth when I had the chance. However, I did no such thing. Instead of telling him, he got taken away. He got taken away to save me. Dark robes. Green lights. Laughter. Screaming. Crying. It all seems to be a blur, but all I know my one love is now gone.

There was a knock on my door that interrupted my thoughts, I went over and unlocked the door. It was Mrs. Weasley. She had a book of healing spells in her hand. I sat down, and she quickly and quietly tapped her wand on the big cut that was below my eye and healed it. I looked the plump woman in the eyes, I could tell she wanted to cry, but she was fighting back the tears till she was alone. She smiled a sort of half smile at me, and left the room.

I went back to crying. I cried and cried. I can't believe I didn't say anything to his mother, it's like I didn't know what to say, which is quite unbelievable for me.

I started crying harder, I couldn't stop. I felt horrible. I walked into the bathroom, and knelt down by the toilet. I started gagging. I wish I could stop this pain, but I couldn't. I started to throw up. Finally my stomach was empty and I couldn't cry anymore. So I went in and lay down on my baby blue comforter. I slowly closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.

When I woke again later, I rolled over and looked at the window. It was dark out, so I glanced at my clock. Seven o'clock. I got out of bed and turned on the light. There was talking downstairs. Silence. My stomach rumbled, because I had nothing in it. I pulled my loosely curled, brown hair into a messy ponytail, and went downstairs. The hallways were dimly lit, and there was a sadness feeling lingering in the hallways. I walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen. The fireplace in the kitchen was glowing, and the Weasley family was sitting around the table. Mrs. Weasley saw me walk in, and said, "Hermione dear, how are you feeling?" I gave her a small smile and said, "A lot better thank you." She pulled me over to the table and got me a plate of food. I slowly ate my mashed potatoes, because it was the only thing that looked satisfying. I looked around the table, Fred and George, were sitting next to each other, and George was holding an ice pack on his eye. Fred looked tired. Ginny was sitting next to them; her eyes were red from crying. Mrs. Weasley was sitting across from her and was tearing her napkin apart, sniffling. Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie were there, so I decided to break the silence and ask, "Not to be rude, but where are Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie?"

Mrs. Weasley looked at me with her normal warm smile, and said, "Dear you aren't being rude. Bill and Charlie went to go retrieve Harry from his aunt and uncle's house around midnight. Arthur is with Remus, and other members of the Order looking for—R—Ron." She started crying again, and walked out of the kitchen. I lowered my eyes and finished my potatoes, even though I wasn't really hungry. I felt guilty. Ginny was staring at me, and I knew why she was watching me. It was because she knew I was in love with her older brother, Ron. I looked at Fred and George and meekly said, "I'm sorry for hurting you two in anyway." When they tried to keep me safe I was kicking and punching and I think I gave George the black eye. They smiled their mischievous smile and replied, "No worries Hermione. We just learned to avoid ever trying to beat you up." I moved over to be closer to Ginny, Fred, and George. We talked and waited for any and all news, or Harry. Whatever came first, we didn't mind, but we all secretly wanted it to be news.

Ginny kept looking at the clock on the wall. After she looked at it for the fifth time, I decided to glance up at it also. It was 10:30. I was cold. I stood up and walked towards the fire place. I looked at the calendar hanging on the wall; it was July 15, 1997. Tomorrow was Harry's seventeenth birthday. Ron might not be here to celebrate it, and they are best mates. I have a feeling I am going to start crying again. I say good night, and walk upstairs. As I walk towards my bedroom, I glance into Ron's bedroom. It was empty, I caught site of the picture of me and him that was taken a few days ago. Ginny found a Muggle camera and was taking pictures. She came into the study, and said she wanted to take our picture. Ron started tickling me, and I was laughing. Ginny took the picture. Then we developed the film, and then showed the pictures to everyone. Then Ron stole the picture of us and duplicated it. He took his copy and framed it. I smiled remembering how much fun we had. It was another one of those times when I could have told him.

I walked into my bedroom, and sat down by the window and looked out. I watched the dark night sky fill with stars. I thought about everything that happened that day. I thought of how we were walking down Diagon Alley. How he was walking really close to me and his hand kept hitting mine. We were talking. Then I turned to face him, and said, "Ron I have to tell you something." Then there was a crack, and a group of Death eaters were standing in the middle of Diagon Alley. They started attacking people, and they came after me. Ron pushed me out of the way and I hit my eye. Fred ran up too me and helped me into their shop. Then I saw them take Ron, and then I woke up on the kitchen floor. I just stared at the sky, and soon fell asleep.

A bit later, I woke up because I heard noise coming from downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and saw Harry. He smiled at me, and gave me a big hug. I started crying again, and he comforted me. Mrs. Weasley made Harry eat, and then Harry and I headed upstairs into the study. He asked me if I was okay, and I told him no. Then I explained that I felt guilty about not telling Ron that I loved him. I explained everything. He sat there and listened quietly, nodding his head every once in a while.

Around two, Mrs. Weasley came in and told us to head to bed. I said good night, and headed to my bedroom. I lay down on my bed, and rolled on my side. Soon falling asleep.