Chapter 2

Harry sat up in his room, the next day he would be going to Hogwarts School for Witch Craft and Wizardy. He couldn't wait, being cooped up in his room most of the day wasn't fun. Life at Number four Privet Drive wasn't the greatest house to be in. The Dursleys were horrible. Always pushing him around or locking him up in his room. They hated anyone that was different from any 'Normal' person. He used to have the trick of scaring them into thinking if they got mad at him he'd curse them or something like what Hagrid did to Dudley.

Harry was sitting on his bed thinking about his best friends who were still in the wizarding world; like Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Fred and George Weasley and so on. Hedwig was out hunting or maybe visiting someone or whatever she does. She hadn't been home in the past few days, but she would show up sooner or later.

"Harry!" he heard his Uncle Vernon bellow from the stairs, "Get your butt down here!"

Harry walked down the stairs to see his Uncle pissed off about something. He looked at the door and there was Hermione. She smiled at him... nervously. Harry could tell that being around Vernon was nerve recking for her, the purple face could scare a ghost off.

"Come on, Hermione." Harry smiled reassuring, "My room is up here." he then turned around. He could hear Hermione's feet thumping up the stairs behind him. Once they reached his room, he closed the door and locked it. He turned to Hermione, who was sitting on his bed now, and asked, "What brings you here?... Not that I am complaining." he quickly added.

"What? I can't visit my friend anymore?" she asked. Harry sighed and sat down beside her.

"Uh... I... didn't say you can't." he replied, "But it is unlike you... I mean you got to understand." he said looking at the floor. He could hear Hermione breathing heavily and then sighing. She was staring at the ceiling. She looked like she was going to say something, but the words were not going to come out for her. Harry knew if something was up she'd keep quiet.

"Harry... I think... I think..." she paused, "I think I like Ron." she said quickly at the end.

"I know you do." Harry smiled, "I do too." Hermione rolled her eyes and slapped Harry behind his head playfully.

"As in 'like' like Harry." Hermione giggled, "I mean when I saw him with Lavender last year, everything was... was..." she paused again, "It's hard to explain... heh... imagine? Hermione Granger can't explain a feeling." she laughed. Harry knew she was mumbling about certain things. But he got what she was saying. He felt the exact same way when Ginny was dating Dean.

"Oh..." was all Harry could manage to get out, "Have you talked to him over the summer?" Hermione nodded and explained how it was much more communication than before and he seemed happy about not being with Lavender and all. Then she trailed off before saying anything else. Harry looked at her and saw her face go into worry, "What is the matter, Hermione?" he asked.

"H-Harry." she cracked on his name. Tears were forcing themselves out, "The letter stopped coming about last week. No reply. Nothing." she said a tear managed itself out, "You know Ron, when he gets a letter he will write back soon as he can, and that is usually a day with me." she muttered, "But nothing has came to me." She cried, "I-I'm so worried Harry." she fell into his chest, "What if he is hurt?" Harry put an arm around Hermione.

"Don't worry he'll be all rig-" but before he could finish his sentence he heard Uncle Vernon yelling again for him, "Now what?" Harry muttered getting up and stepping downstairs with Hermione following down the stairs. Once they entered the living room, the three Dursley's were cowarding at the wall. Harry looked at the fireplace and there stood Mr. Weasley, Ginny, Fred and George too. They looked at Harry and gave a small smile.

"Hello Harry." Mr Weasley greeted, "Ready to go to the Burrow?" he asked. Harry nodded, even though he wasn't expecting anyone until maybe around the day before September first. Harry stared at him for awhile, he didn't have his usual smile as he did and his face seemed more stressed out then relaxed. Mr Weasley smiled at the Dursley's who just quivered away. He turned to Harry and handed him some Floo powder and lit the fireplace.

"The Burrow!" Harry said clearly as he entered and turned around and dropping the powder. The thing he remembered seeing was Hermione getting her Floo Powder. Harry had to close his eyes due to the spinning and the sickness he was feeling watching the chimney channels go by. When he landed he hit hard onto the floor. As soon as he got up he was greeted by Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, Harry!" she cried, "You're all right!" as she hugged Harry tightly. Harry looked around the house, something was wrong. It wasn't just the feeling of worry hanging in the air, there was a person in the Weasley's household that was missing. When Hermione, Mr. Weasley, George and Fred came through the fireplace the place was loud as usual.

"Where's Ron?" Harry yelled over the chatting of Mr Weasley getting mad at George and Fred for playing another prank on the Dursleys, which soon deceased.

"Dear, well... he's missing." Mrs. Weasley sobbed. She sat down on a chair and cried into her hands. Harry turned to Mr. Weasley for reassurance that this wasn't real, but Mr. Weasley just shook his head. Harry turned towards the door, but Hermione grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't Harry..." she said, "You don't know where he is." she said. Harry nodded, he knew it was true .

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Ron was looking around the room. He was once down in the cellar now in front of a bunch of wizards or Death Eaters. At the head of the table was Lord Voldemort and on his right was Snape, and on his left was Bellatrix.

"This is Harry Potter's friend, Ron Weasley." Lord Voldemort said, "Draco, don't you remember him?" The blonde at the end kept quiet and nodded. "Now my plan is..."

But Harry didn't get to hear the end, due to Hermione waking him up.

"What's matter Harry?" she asked. Harry sat up straight and looked at her. He then remembered what he had dreamt and ran down the stairs.

"Whoa, Harry." Mr. Weasley said, "What's wrong?" he asked. All the Weasleys were in the house kitchen (except Percy and of course Ron), Hermionie, Tonks, and Lupin.

"L-Lord V-Voldemort..." he began out of breath, "He has..."

"He has who?" Hermione asked.

"Ron!" he said, "He has Ron!" Everyone looked at one each other, each of them not knowing what to do or how to go about saving Ron.