Disclaimer: Same as prologue


Chapter 1

Three days later and the Order were close to tearing their hair out in frustration.

'What do you mean Harry's missing?' Molly Weasley screeched. Every person within a ten foot radius of her flinched at the loud sound and took a step back in an unsuccessful attempt to try and save their eardrums.

Everyone except the lone werewolf, Remus Lupin, that is. He was staring at the wooden table of the Weasley residence as if it would solve the mystery of Harry's disappearance. His mind was in a state of shock at loosing the last member of his dysfunctional pack, his cub, so soon after losing the last of his closest friends, Sirius Black. His sharp mind whirled, coming to conclusions before casting them aside as unlikely about the cause of Harry's sudden departure. He remained blissfully unaware of the bustle around him, trapped mercifully within his mind for the short period of time.

'What do you mean? How could he have possibly disappeared without a trace? Surely someone was guarding him?!' Hermione's voice joined the screeching of Molly, recognizable by the distinctive high pitch of her worry.

'How could he have gone missing?' Ginny's worried voice joined the fray.

'Damn Dung fell asleep again, we can't even tell when Potter disappeared from his residence,' Moody's growl added as he cast a glare in Mundungus Fletcher's direction.

Dung was looking sheepish, but obviously not sorry-looking enough for Molly who was onto him in seconds.

'How dare you fall asleep while on duty! You were entrusted to watch Harry! Not us that time to catch up on your beauty sleep!' Molly screeched as she snatched the shorter wizard up and shook him harshly, expressing her deep ire.

The Weasley children were stunned into silence at their mother's behavior. The twins were especially wide eyed.

'Did you …?'

'Yeah … Are you sure …?'

'Absolutely.'

They looked at each other for a second. 'Wicked!' They high-fived each other.

Arthur on the other hand was trying to placate his fuming wife. 'Molly dear, don't you think that's a bit drastic?'

'Absolutely not, Arthur dear, he has had this all coming for a while now,' Molly said in a sickly sweet voice that made Dung turn ashen grey.

Molly whipped out her wand and cast a series of enchantments on Dung. When she was done, Dung was wearing an extremely girly, pink tutu. He had long hair that was in two plaits on either side of his head, heavy make-up had been caked onto his face.

Fred and George stared at their mother in total awe, they looked as if their birthdays and Christmas as well as the Quidditch World Cup in England had happened on the same day.

Molly smirked at Dung. 'That'll only come out in a week and if you try to take it off it will only get worse.' Dung obviously didn't believe her words for he began tugging at his plaits which promptly turned pink to gales of laughter.

'Headmaster, what are we going to do to find Harry?' Molly asked calmly, putting away her wand.

The sky-blue eyes of the wizened headmaster twinkled merrily behind white eyebrows. 'Harry is safe, he will return when he is ready,' was all the Dumbledore offered on the subject to the frustration of the rest of the Order.

'But headmaster-'

'Professor you can't-'

'But Harry-'

Dumbledore put out his hand, silencing the outraged objections.

'It all comes down to two things. Do you trust my judgment?'

Heads nodded, the younger a bit more reluctant than the older.

'Do you trust Harry's judgement?'

This time it was the younger ones who nodded more decisively than their elders, who nodded only after some consideration and then only reluctantly.

'Then there you have it,' Dumbledore exclaimed, a bit too cheerfully in some people's opinion.

'But Headmaster, he is only a boy!' Molly protested.

'He is a young man, Molly,' Dumbledore said gently. 'He has a good head on his shoulders. You need to trust his judgement. He needs you to trust him.'

Molly nodded reluctantly.

'Professor, you know where he is don't you?'

'Perhaps.'

'Is he safe?'

'That would depend on what you would consider safe but he will return unharmed if that is what you are asking.'

Hermione nodded with a wry smile. 'That's good enough for me.'


Thank you to Pleine Lune for being my first reviewer. I can only hope there was meant to be a "not" somewhere (before the last two words) :D.

Thank you to everyone who followed and favourited already, I'm not going to add names in case I misspell something, forget someone or completely miss someone.

I'm going to try to write one chapter a day, but the chapters are probably going to be really short. I apologize in advance if that annoys anyone.