A/n- Thank you for vacation! And thanks to all who reviewed! On with the story!

Disclaimer: Everything is the WB's and JK's. Except for the title of the chapter, that's JRR Tolkiens ^-^.

"Where the hell is his invisibility cloak?" Ron yelled in frustration.

"I don't know!" Hermione said, collapsing on Harry's bed with a sigh.

After showing Dumbledore the note, the three of them had decided that it would be best to brew a tracking potion. One of the ingredients was something of immense value to the person- preferably a family heirloom.

"Well- wait a minute!" Ron cried. "Where's his Firebolt?"

"What, it's not in the trunk?' Hermione said, quickly getting of the bed and walking towards the trunk, to take a look. "And what's this?"

Ron stared at the empty, cardboard box she was holding, and started to laugh. "He dyes his hair!"

Hermione looked at the box again. "But it's red hair dye."

"Why would he dye his hair red?"

They were interrupted by a bang ! as the door burst open. Ginny stood in the threshold, a tube of mascara in her hand.

"Have you seen my councilor?" she demanded.

Hermione looked at the oddly. "Uh…no. May I ask why?"

Ginny blushed a little. "Well, I was feeling kind of down, and Fred suggested that I should give George a makeover…"

Hermione held up her hand. "I don't want to hear any more."

Ron, however brightened up. "Will you call me down when you're done?"

Hermione swiftly punched him in the stomach. "Why would we have your makeup?"

"I searched my trunk, and the dorm, and asked pretty much everyone else…oh well. 'Bye."

After Ginny had left, Hermione sat back onto the bed and put on a look of extreme concentration.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

Hermione frowned. "Ginny never loses anything…"

"So?"

"Think Ron, think! That's what the letter said…"

"You do it. You're better at this sort of thing."

After a few minutes of silence, a flash of inspiration came on in Hermione's head, and she jumped up and yelled, "I've got it! Of course, why didn't I see this before? Hair dye, invisibility cloak, and make up! Ron, see if any of his muggle clothes are in there!"

Ron quickly looked through the trunk. "Nope. No muggle clothes."

She started pacing around the room. "The kidnapper must've disguised him! They came into the room, stunned him, dyed his hair, covered up his scar, and put him in muggle clothes! Plus, they probably knew Dumbledore had put up those charms, and that Harry had a Firebolt and an invisibility cloak. Now, I bet all of the Death Eaters know he can fly, but what about the cloak…"

"Uh…Hermione?"

"What?"

"Wormtail. He was in our dorm for three years?"

She slapped herself on the forehead. "Of course!" She grabbed Ron by the wrist. "Come on!"

They dashed down the stairs, past the crowd that was gathering by Ginny and George, through the hallways and stairwells, and out the front down, and went up to Dumbledore.

"I've got it!" Hermione gasped, and collapsed on to the grass. She handed the box of make up to Dumbledore. As he examined the box, she began to talk again.

"We were looking for the cloak, and I found that. Then, Ginny came in looking for her makeup, and she never loses things like that. Then we discovered that all of Harry's muggle clothes were missing, and so had his Firebolt. And as I was trying to think of someone who knew Harry had all of that stuff, Ron suggested Wormtail."

A smile crossed Dumbledore's face. "Hermione, Ron, that's brilliant!" The smile quickly faded. "Of course the whole damn ministry thinks he's dead…"he spat out angrily.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other. They'd never seen Dumbledore like this. Suddenly, a large, black dog came bounding out of the forest, when up to Dumbledore, and started barking madly.

"Let's go up to my office Sirius, so you can talk." He turned to Ron and Hermione, and said, "You two can come along, I think you can help us."

Once in the office, Sirius transformed, and began talking immediately.

"I came out of the forest, and there was this boy. He looked about twenty…and I know it sounds silly…but he looked like Lily. Green eyes, red hair…well, anyway, there he was, drenched in Harry's scent, and standing there, drawing a tree. Well, this girl he was with, she saw me, screamed and they ran away. Then, I swear Dumbledore, I saw the kid up on a broomstick…"

Hermione then spoke. "Professor…Do invisibility cloaks work on animals? 'Cause Harry used to say that he thought Mrs. Norris could see him when he was in it…"

"As a matter of fact, they don't work with domesticated animals. The ministry decreed it when they were first made, when people were mostly on farms- cut down on burglaries."

"And the boy had red hair? And green eyes?"

Sirius nodded.

"It could've been Harry! Sirius, we found a red hair dye container in Harry's trunk! And the girl could've been Wormtail! He would run away if he saw you!"

Dumbledore quickly stood up. "Sirius, get Buckbeak, and start searching the skies immediately. You two come with me."