Chapter 3:
Search Plan

Harry sat in a squashy armchair. He remembered everything that had happened last night. Hermione sat resting in an armchair still recovering from Ginny's spell. Harry read the note. She had gone far away and didn't want him to look for her. Deep inside he wanted to look for her but the feelings closer to the surface was very angry with her and didn't care where she was. Of course, he went with his most prominent feelings and sat waiting for Hermione to revive.
An hour later Hermione was feeling better and with good timing too because breakfast was about to begin and Harry was starved. As they went downstairs Harry read the note to Hermione.
"We must go find her Harry," Hermione urged.
"She doesn't want us to!" Harry reminded.
"Oh, you are such a guy! When someone says "don't look for me" that means they expect you to come."
"I don't think so," said Harry.
"Well, I do and I'm going to find her tonight whether your coming or not."
"But do you remember what she did to you?"
"Of course I do, she saved my life."
"She tried to kill you!" Harry protested.
"Like I said, she saved my life so I'm going to help her. I'm going to go and your not stopping me. The only thing you can do is come." Hermione stated and Harry couldn't think of a thing to say.
"Who's going where tonight?" Malfoy's voice drawled.
"Never mind Malfoy," Harry mumbled.
"Where going after Ginny. She's run off," Hermione answered. To both Harry and Hermione's surprise, Malfoy didn't go and fetch Snape.
"Well, I'll go too," Malfoy said instead. This was even more shocking. Malfoy despised the Wesley's and here he was offering to help.
"Well, erm, OK," Hermione responded with the sound of utmost surprise in her voice.
"Good, 8 o'clock in the Entrance Hall?" Malfoy inquired lowering his voice, "Filch doesn't start his rounds until eight and he starts on the top floors." Malfoy finished. All Harry could do was nod. He was far to shocked to do much more. Malfoy then turned and disappeared around a corner.
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"That was unlike Malfoy," Hermione seemed to tell her cereal. She then stuck her finger into it as if she was trying to get it to speak. Hermione then turned to Harry,
"Should we tell Ron?" She pondered aloud.
"Nah, we don't want to stress him more, not yet at least."
"Oh yeah. He's had loads of homework and quizzes and things," Hermione said thoughtfully. Harry nodded and looked at Ron. He was red-faced and scribbling diagrams on a piece of paper. He could see the title, "How the Earth's Orbit Affects the Change in Magic Usage."
"Sounds boring," Harry yawned. Hermione didn't answer. The owl's had arrived with that day's mail. Suddenly a ragged brown one dropped a letter into Hermione's food. She picked it up and dried it off. She read:

Dear Hermione,
I hope this gets to you.
I just wanted to tell you that I'm fine.
I don't need any rescuing.
Ginny
P.S. XOXOXO Harry!

Harry read it when she was done and saw the P.S. part. He wrinkled his nose.
"See, she doesn't want us to find her!" Harry said with a mouthful of Frosty Flakes. Hermione wasn't listening.
"I've seen that owl before. Distinctive markings." Hermione went quite for a minute and then,
"I know where she is!"
Harry groaned.