Spells and Spiders
~*RW*~
Ron was glad to be going home. The first week of being a true Auror had been overwhelming, and he was looking forward to spending the weekend with Hermione. He put a few of his papers into his desk drawer and walked down to the lobby of the building. It was impossible to Apparate or Disapparate from anywhere except the lobby. It was a safety measure to prevent break-ins.
Ron Disapparated and appeared in the front of his apartment, where he took off his cloak and hung it on a hook behind the door. He heard the TV from inside.
"Hermione! I'm home!" he called. He used to think Hermione had worked late, but usually he was home much later than she was.
There was no answer, so Ron walked out of the front hallway. "Hermione?" he called. He couldn't believe she would have stepped out and left the TV on.
He looked around the room. It had been ransacked. A pillow was ripped and feathers had been thrown all over the place. Hermione's books had been thrown off the shelf, and ripped out pages were floating around the room.
"What the hell happened here?"' Ron found himself shouting.
No one answered. The Auror in him was thinking fast. He searched around the room for any kind of clue. There was nothing there, but he didn't think that if someone had been searching for something that they would have taken her. They would have killed her. So it was her they were after. The mess would have been caused by a struggle. Hermione had fought back.
He tried to run through the steps he had learned, but he was too emotionally attached to think clearly. They never taught you what to do if your own fiancée was kidnapped. There was no apparent motive, no suspects, no clues of any kind.
What was he going to do?
