~ Chapter eleven "Harry and Weasley worries"

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own anything, besides those Double-Ended Chinlings.Note, this story was written two years ago, it's just being slightly updated. Also note that this chapter stinks, you might want some fanfiction refresher... it stinks, it really does, unless you like fluff. It's chuck full of H/H fluff. I don't like it... then again I'm a R/Hr supporter...

RON'S POV

"They've found him?" Mum repeated over and over.
"No, huh?" Percy didn't know what was going on. A first I thought. "I have no idea what you are talking about. But anyway, I'm engaged!"
You could tell that Mum and Dad sniffing on the couch and crying out for Charlie was not the response that Percy had been looking for. "What's going on?"
"Read Perce," Bill said as he flung a copy of the Daily Prophet into Percy's, or should I say Perce's stomach.
"Ooff."

NORMAL POV

"Well Hagrid took that rather well," Hermione said, taking Harry's hand, as they left Hagrid's hut.
"Yeah, if you call getting the 'birds and the bees talk' and being told I'm to young to have 'those' kind of relations with a girl. Hey? What's so funny?"
"I was just remembering something that Hagrid said when you escaped to the loo for ten minutes."
"Well, what is it?"
"No!" Hermione giggled, "you've got to catch me!" and with that Hermione took off toward the lake.
"Hey! Get back here!" Harry called, and set off after her. "'Mione! Boy, you're fast! Where's my Firebolt when I need it?"
"It's in your room, as usual. You know you could summon it here. I know you can do it." Hermione said stopping.
"Thanks," Harry said reaching her, "but what happens if it runs into Snape?"
"Gryffindor would – would – hey! Stop that!" Hermione in-between laughs. "Harry! Stop tickling me!" Hermione fell to the grass doubled over in laughter; Harry sat down next to her.
"No! I'm enjoying this. Now, what did Hagrid tell you?"
"He- he- he –he said – said –said that- that – that- that- that he- he – he – he thought- Harry! I'm already- laugh-ing- you- you aren't help- help –helping!" Hermione laughed out eventually. She was lying on the ground looking up at Harry who was sitting next to her.
"Oh…" Harry said disappointed. "Why do you always take away all my fun?"
"I don't," Hermione said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a short, yet passionate kiss. "See?"
"I was just joking, but sure glad that I was," Harry said placing his hand softly on her cheek. "Now what did Hagrid say?"
"He said that – that- that – that – that- he thought that- that – Ron – Ron- Ron and – and – and- I, that Ron and I were- were- well seeing each other." Hermione finally got out amid laughter.
"You? Ron? Together? HA! That'd be the shortest relationship ever. Enough time to give you to fight about what to do on the first date!"
"It is ridiculous isn't it?"
{A/N: Okay, I think that they do belong together, but for the sake of the story I'm going to pretend.}
Hermione looked up at her boyfriend and saw that the news of Charlie missing was still on his mind, he had that 'far away' look that he got when he was thinking about serious stuff. But he did seem to be happier than he had been earlier today. Hermione was pleased to think of herself as the reason. And its not as if that paper brought completely bad news, someone had a Pensive for sale. Hermione suddenly realized that they forgot to place their order for it.
"Harry?" Harry wasn't responding, "Harry? Hello? Harry?"
"Yes, bacon. Coming in five minuets."
"Harry, it's me Hermione!"
"Oh… OH!"
"Harry we've got to place our order for the Pensive!"
"Oh yeah!"
"Is that the only word that you can say?"
"Yeah."
"Never mind… well let's go see if we can still get that Pensive," Hermione said getting up off the ground and running up to the castle. Harry followed in suit.
They reached the owlry and filled out the form, the Pensive was of the copper variation and they gave it to Hedwig and told her to fly fast but be careful.
"Well that's one down, two to go," Harry said.
"Do you think Professor Lupin has one yet?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know. Why don't we go find out?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me."
Harry and Hermione were walking down to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, when they suddenly heard: "Potter!"
They jerked their heads around and saw their least favorite teacher, well at least Harry's least favorite teacher, Professor Snape.
{A/N: Allison highly doubts that Hermione has a least favorite teacher! Well besides Trelawney.}
"What are you two doing out of class?" he asked them.
"We have the afternoon off, but we were about to go see Professor Lupin." Hermione said.
"Did you ever stop to think? Wait no never mind, a very stupid question on my part. Anyway, he has a class right now, as should you. But if your schedule says so, I'd like a word." Snape said.
Harry and Hermione exchanged looks, but finally gave in. It must be important, Harry thought, otherwise Snape would not of asked and would have given them both detentions.
"As you both know, I was gone for the last part of the month, on business matters so to speak. Though I never returned to Voldemort."
"What? Why not?" Harry blurted out.
"Be quiet Potter, I'm getting there. So like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I never returned to the Dark Lord, because when I was approaching I heard him talk about how he was going to kill me just like he had killed Charlie Weasley."
"What? He's dead? Oh, no!" Hermione cried.
"Yes, he is dead, but I cannot go out and say it, because then Voldemort would know that I had been around."
"Why would he kill you?"
" 'You-know-who' must know that he is a double agent, Harry."
"Oh."
"Yes, it is probably just a matter of months, days, or weeks until he catches up with me and kills me. Unless I stay here inside Hogwarts. Under Professor Dumbledore I am safe, but if someone lures me out I will surely be killed."
Well, that was definitely important enough. "When did you over hear 'You-know-who?'" Hermione asked.
"Late September," Snape replied.
"See Harry it's not your fault!"
"What?" Snape asked, confused.
"Never mind, Professor, Harry seems to think that Charlie missing, er, Charlie's death is his fault."
"Potter there's no way I could even blame you for this."
What? Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Professor," Harry said suddenly, then realized who he was calling professor, shook his head and continued. "Uh, who is the Death Eater that had the Dementor's Kiss?"
"Oh, you know about that do you, how? Never mind, it was Nott, he was caught by an Auror killing someone."
"Who?"
"Just a Muggle, I don't know who it was."
"Oh," Harry said, he had the sudden feeling as if it was one of the Dursleys, but they would inform him of that, wouldn't they? Unless they didn't know.

RON'S POV

"Charlie's missing?" Percy asked, for being so bloody smart, he was slow sometimes.
"Yes, he is, that's why we are here, genius," Fred said.
"Percy, did you say you were engaged?" George said.
"Yes I did," he said beaming.
"Who's the lucky girl?" Ginny asked.
"Who's the poor girl?" George whispered to Fred and I. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Who do you think, Gin?" Fred said, "he's only had one girl friend, Penelope."
"Oh, I didn't think."
"That was obvious," Fred whispered to George and I.
"I heard that!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Well, where is she?" Mum choked out.
"She's right outside, I'll go get her."
I could tell from my mother's look she was happy, but she definitely could be happier, it would be so much better if we knew where Charlie was, or if he was dead. Dead? What if my brother was dead?

A/N: Hummmm... who could it be? Hehehe! I know...