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Chapter Two

"What happened?" Draco asked, his question directly following a string of colourful language.

"I don't know," Lavender replied.  "Everyone, light up your wands so we can rekindle the candles."

They lit their wands and light flooded the cathedral.  Hermione screamed again. 

"Mione?  What's wrong?" Ron asked, concern in his voice.

"Harry?  Harry!  He's gone!"

Belatedly, everyone else noticed Harry had disappeared.

"Well, he was right there," Lavender said, sounding stunned.  "All he said was 'I do', then he disappeared.  Those are the basic facts, if they are any help whatsoever."  

Hermione collapsed to the floor, sobbing.  They walked over to her, cautiously, not quite sure how Hermione would react to being comforted.      

Ginny finally bent down.  "Hermione?" she said.  "He'll be fine, I know.  I can feel it."

"How do you know?" Hermione asked, lifting a tear-stained face.  "I want to think that too.  But I am already feeling disheartened and it's been thirty seconds.  What if he never comes back?"

"Well, he won't, if you sit there sobbing," Draco broke in, not unkindly.  "If you want to find Harry, you have to look for him." 

Hermione stood up.  "You're right.  You are one hundred per cent right, Draco.  I'm going to go look through my books to see if I can find anything."  And she walked out of the church without another word. 

"Where'd everyone else go?" Ron asked, looking around. 

"They left," Ginny said.  "I think they were really scared, so they just filed out.  Either that, or they disappeared with Harry."

"Yeah, okay.  What's wrong Draco?"   Draco had been staring open-mouthed after the door Hermione had just exited through. 

"So her fiancé disappears, she collapses, becomes a sobbing mess, we cheer her up then she goes off and reads?  Is there something wrong with this picture?"

"Nothing at all," Ron replied.  "She collapses, becomes a sobbing mess and looks in books for a way to find him back."

"If you say so," Draco said in a doubtful tone. 

After a short discussion, they decided to follow Hermione back to her and Harry's house.  They would help her look for any information that might help and alert Professor Dumbledore immediately.  When the got outside, they saw Hermione for an instant, just before she Disapparated.

"Of course, she leaves," Ron said.  "Need I remind anyone that out of those left here, only one can Apparate?"  He stared pointedly at Draco.  Draco sighed.

"Just hang onto me," he said, then once they were all connected, he Disapparated to Hermione's living room.

When Hermione reached her and Harry's house, she felt much better than she had ten minutes before.  Their house was blue, with white shutters.  It was tastefully decorated, and filled almost to bursting with books.  In the study, every wall save one had a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.  Some were Muggle novels, others spell books.

She entered the study and sat down in her chair.  She had the one chair she always sat in, Harry had his.  After about three minutes of rapid thinking, Hermione stood and walked to the desk.  She had just opened a drawer when Ron, Lavender, Ginny and Draco burst in.   

"Hi," she said wearily. 

"Hi.  All right?" Ginny said, sitting down in a chair.

"I'll be fine."  Hermione picked up a piece of parchment and a quill to begin a letter to Dumbledore.  She was fairly sure Aberforth would have contacted him, but wanted to be sure.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

          Tonight, as you know, was our wedding rehearsal.  We were all there, and Harry and I were last.  I walked down the aisle, and everything was fine until the 'I do's.  Aberforth asked me, then Harry.   The instant Harry said the words, the candles all went out.  I screamed because I could no longer feel his hands.  When we had the candles lit back up, Harry wasn't there.  I hope you can help Ron, Ginny, Draco, Lavender and me find harry, as that is what we intend to do.  Hope you can help—

Hermione Granger (Wishing she were Hermione Potter.)

When she had finished writing the letter, Hermione whistled for her owl, Artemis.  When the letter was securely tied to Artemis' leg, Hermione told her, "Take this to Dumbledore, straight away.  It's important."  Then she opened the window and let the owl fly into the darkness.

Hermione sank back into her chair and everyone stared at her sympathetically.

"Well, where do we start?"

~*()*~

While Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Lavender and Draco were planning how to rescue him, Harry slowly regained consciousness.  When he was finally able to sit up, he noticed he was in a stone room that looked quite like Snape's dungeon, though it was less than half the size.  He wasn't chained, tied or bound in any way, shape or form.  Both that, and the fact that he still had his wand, surprised him. 

That is, until he noticed there wasn't a door. 

He muttered a string of creative, while not anatomically possible, phrases and collapsed back on the stone floor.  Then he noticed a faint light was appearing on one of the walls.  It glowed golden as Harry saw a figure approaching.  But it didn't look like a saviour.

~*()*~

"Hermione, are you okay?" Lavender asked.  Hermione had been pacing the length of the study for the past half hour, muttering to herself. 

"I've got it!" she announced triumphantly.

"What have you got?" Ron asked.  "Because if you're thinking you've got sanity, you would definitely be wrong there."  Hermione scowled at him. 

"Sorry," he said, then got up and sat next to Lavender, farther away from Hermione. 

"As I was saying," Hermione continued.  "When Dumbledore gets my letter, he'll respond, or he'll use Floo to get here.  I'm sure he'll know what to do!"

"Two questions," Draco said.  "One: Is that your plan?  With the way you were muttering, I was sure you would have come up with something better.  Two: Why would Dumbledore use Floo?  Couldn't he just Apparate?"

"You can't Apparate on or off the Hogwarts grounds!" Hermione said, half-shouting.  "Why am I the only one who ever read Hogwarts: A History?" 

Hermione resumed her pacing.  Everyone else watched her.  Back and forth.  Back and forth. 

"I've got it!" she shouted again.

"Oh no," Draco muttered.  Ginny elbowed him.

"I put a spell on Harry when I was in fifth year.  He never knew that I did.  It's called the Amorae Libertas.  I put it on him because You-Know-Who had returned.  It tells me—or shows me—where Harry is."

"How does it work?" Lavender asked curiously.

"I put the charm on him, then on another object very close to me.  Then when I want to use the spell, I make the complicated potion, say the incantation and boom.  It works.  But the spell can only be used at intervals of forty-eight hours, so if it doesn't work, we have to wait for a much longer time to get to Harry.  And anything could happen in those two days.  So we are going to have to be careful."

"But what does it do?" Ron asked.

"Oh, you'll see when I activate it.  But if everyone wants to go, we all have to work and do everything right.  But for now, we just wait for Professor Dumbledore."

No sooner had she spoken the words, then Dumbledore fell out of the fireplace. 

"Hello," he greeted them.  When he sat down and politely refused Hermione's offer of a cup of tea, he asked, "Could you please give me an exact account of what happened.  Perhaps by re-enacting.  Do not omit anything."

"All right," Hermione agreed.  "Lavender and Ron were first."

They proceeded through the rehearsal, speeding it up considerably. 

"Then he said 'Do you, Harry James Potter take this woman etc.' and Harry said 'I do'.    Then I screamed, the candles all sputtered out and we rekindled them.  But he was gone."

"So when the candles went out and it was dark, Harry was still there?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, I was holding his hands, and just as he finished saying 'I do', he was gone."

"I see.  This is more complicated than I thought.  If, when the lights went out, he were still there, we could assume he had been kidnapped.  Now we have no idea what happened.  Any suggestions?"

Everyone stared at Dumbledore, dumbfounded.  They had been expecting him to give them a solution.  They never thought he would be asking them for it. 

"Anything?" he repeated.  "No one came up with any plan of action?"

"Well, Hermione told us about a spell she put on Harry in fifth year," Ron said.

"What spell?"

"The Amorae Libertas," Hermione replied.  "We could try that…"

"We could try.  But the kidnappers—let's just assume that's what took Harry—have probably thought of something like that.  What is the object?"

Hermione left the room and headed down the hall, everyone trailing behind her.  She walked into a spare bedroom and opened a jewellery box with a tap of her wand.  Inside were many assorted necklaces, but in the very middle was an ornate ring, set with rubies and emeralds.

"Wow," Ginny breathed.  "It's beautiful."

"It's a ring," Ron said in a bored tone.  "What's so nice about it?"

"It has been passed down in my family for generations.  It was my…wait, let me think…great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother's.

"Wow," Draco commented.  "Thirteen greats."

"Only you would count," Ginny said.

"Yeah."        

"As we move on with the spell," Dumbledore interrupted.  "We should move to a larger, more open space."

Hermione picked up her ring and followed Professor Dumbledore out the backdoor. 

"Would someone please bring a cauldron from the kitchen?" she called over her shoulder.  Lavender returned with a cauldron in her arms. 

"Now," Hermione said once they were all outside.  "We need my book."  Raising her wand, she said, "Accio spell book!"  Seconds later, a huge book come zooming straight toward her.  She caught it, but tumbled to the ground in the process. 

"We are ready to begin," she announced when she had gotten up.  This said, she began Summoning objects, seemingly at random. 

"Where are you getting these from?" Ron demanded when a unicorn horn hit him in the head.

"Wherever's nearest," was the hurried answer, between "Accio Cornish Pixie," and "Accio Scissors".

"What are the scissors for?" Draco asked angrily as the aforementioned attempted to give his hair a trim.

"The string.  All right, I need a lot of help doing this.  Everyone, pick up as many objects as you can (Ron stop that Cornish Pixie, right now!) and we can drop them in when I say to.  Professor, you can help if you like."

"Actually, I think I would prefer to see how well you get on without me.  If you don't mind."

"Not at all," Hermione responded.  "Okay, first, whoever has the boomslang skin, drop that in."

Draco moved forward with the skin in his hands.   

"Now the dragon blood.  Drop that in."

Lavender walked forward, looking sickened. 
"Is that what this is?" she asked.

"Yes."  Hermione kept giving orders. 

"Can't we just drop them all in at once?" Ron complained.

"No, then it could kill Harry, or me!"

"I didn't know it was that serious!" Ron defended himself. 

"It is.  This potion must be done perfectly.  Now, Ginny, drop your list piece in, the scissors."

Ginny dropped the scissors, and they landed with a dull thunk on the bottom.  The potion turned green. 

"Everyone, stand in a circle around the cauldron.  I'm going to pass my ring around.  Everyone needs to touch it, for the spell to work on you.  Then join hands."

Hermione passed the ring around, and each person held it briefly.  She then dropped it into the cauldron.  The potion turned a blinding shade of white, and gave off an eerie light.  Then she joined the circle between Ginny and Ron. 

"All right.  Actually, no, drop your hands first.  You need to learn the incantation first.  If we are in unity already, then it will work immediately.  The incantation is this: Amorae Libertas Coure Salve Amorae.  Everyone, say it together."

" Amorae Libertas Coure Salve Amorae," they repeated.

"Good, that was good.  But remember, if anyone speaks one syllable off, either Harry or I could be killed."  She glared at them, as if to say "You had better get it right this time."

"Killed?" Ginny asked incredulously.  "Because of one syllable?"

"Yes.  Killed."

"Could you repeat it again?" Ron asked, a little meekly.

Hermione did so, and he nodded.

"Professor Dumbledore, will you join us?" Hermione asked, looking as if she just remembered the professor was there.

"No, like I said, I prefer to see how well you do without me.  I'll see you when you get back."

"Back?" Lavender asked nervously?  "What does he mean, 'back'?"

"Forget it, Lav," Hermione reassured her.  "It's nothing.  Now, we have to join hands, and close our eyes.  And keep them closed, or you may wreck the spell.  Don't ask me why, the book just says that."  Everyone's eyes fluttered shut.

"We'll begin the incantation on the count of 'chant'.  Does everyone remember it?"

"Yes," they all said.

"One…two…three…chant!"

They began to speak.  "Amorae Libertas Coure Salve Amorae.  Amorae Libertas Coure Salve Amorae.  Amorae Libertas Coure Salve Amorae."

"As they continued to chant, they were whisked off in a whirl of blue and green, vanishing from the face of the earth.