Chapter 11
"I'm telling you, someone reported a sighting in America!"
"And I'm telling you, Ron, that the last time we went to one of your "sightings" it turned out to be a hag. An actual hag Ron! We are looking for our beautiful friend, and some utter bastard saw a hag and thought 'let's have a laugh,'" Harry huffed, running his hand through his hair frustratedly, wand perched precariously behind his ear.
The auror department was looking at both of the cases as individual instances, but the former gryffindors thought differently. Harry and Ron hadn't stopped searching, not to say others had, but the two friends were the only ones making any actual progress. They had a lot of allies after the war, and they had ears to the ground all over. Whenever there was a sighting reported they rushed off and investigated. This level of response from the government had stopped after the first two months. While understandable, Ron and Harry couldn't help but be bitter about how the initial fervor had died down.
"Mate, I'll admit that was just someone having us on, but this time is different! There have been sightings of both of 'em!" Ron stressed, "You know they're more likely to be together, they both disappeared the same day, same place, same time. Whatever happened to them, they're together! I don't care what the others say, I know I'm right!"
"And you promise this won't just be another poncey albino chap?" Harry asked skeptically.
"What else is Malfoy but that?" Ron half-joked, "But yes, I'm serious Harry. That time they weren't joint reports either. But this time is different."
"It does have a better probability, doesn't it. I know you're onto something with them being together, you've a mind for strategy that other blokes don't. You see the patterns. And you know I don't think he had anything to do with it, if they are together I mean. Draco was a prat, but he came around alright in the end, yeah?" Ron nodded. While he didn't like the ferret, he knew he was more talk than anything else. "Besides, we know Hermione can take him in a fight."
"Bloody brilliant witch, she is." Ron agreed. "Alright, let's get over to the colonies, yeah?"
"You know they're called the States now, right?" Harry snorted.
"Leviosa, leviosa."
"That low-brow humor is why you weren't a 'claw." The redhead rolled his eyes.
AN:
Wow, I'm alive. A surprise to us all, I'm sure. Yes, I'm not dead, just in grad-school. They are often interchangeable. I recognize that this is short, I know I am horrible at updates, but all my stories are still on my mind, I'm just one of those horrible writers that have things they haven't updated since 2012. Also, read it as LeviOsa LeviosA. Like tomato tomahto. But magic. Also, I decided that I would write a competent Ron for once. He has his moments, but overall he isn't a fav of mine. I will be back with more, I don't know when, but I will. Thanks for reading my dudes.