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Hermione and Remeus landed after hours of flying. Most reluctantly, Hermione entered number 12 Grimwauld place. The place looked not much better than the last time Hermione had been there. Furniture lay broken and forgotten on the floor and the wallpaper was peeling away. Behind an old, moth-eaten curtain came screams of, "SCUM! DIRT! FILFTH! GET OUT OF HERE!"

Hermione ignored the threatening screams coming from Sirius Black's mother. She shook her head sadly at the thought of him. Lupin had a hard look on his face, as if he was trying to think about anything about his best friend who had died trying to save Harry's life. Hermione tried not to think about the pain and regret Harry was going through, but she just wished she knew where he was and if he was safe. She was almost to the point where she was down on her knees and praying.

Hermione set her trunk down by the door and set down Crookshanks who sulked away. She carried Bubu to the kitchen table and opened the cage. Bubu hopped out and walked away, her feathers ruffling. Hermione sat down in an old chair nearby, and Lupin did so too. He ran his hand through his hair, looking stressful.

"Er..." Hermione said. "Can you... uh... tell me what's going on?" Lupin looked up at Hermione. His eyes gleamed under the soft light. "Er--- right," he said. Hermione waited for him to say something. He finally took a deep breath and spoke.

"No one knows where anyone is," he said slowly. Hermione's heart forgot to beat. Panic started to fill her mind and body again. Lupin continued. "Someone sent a letter to your parents about the 'dentist convention' to get them away from you. There is no convention."

"I figured that out," Hermione mumbled. Lupin looked caught off guard, but he continued anyway. "We have no trace at all of the Weasleys, Harry or the Dursleys. They're all just... gone."

"How long have you known about this? How long have you left me at my house with people watching me?" Fury burned under Hermione's skin and threatened to come out.

"We knew they had been gone for a long while," Lupin answered. "But we didn't know about people watching you until we saw stacks of letters to you and from you."

"W-where did you find them?"

"They were under a shop in Diagon Alley."

"Who's shop was it?"

Lupin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair again. "Madam Malkin's Robe Shop, but she claims she knows nothing about the letters, let alone you. We can't be sure she's telling the truth yet, but we're holding her for her word."

"My letters?" Hermione said. "Where are they? Can I have them?"

Lupin shook his head. "I'm sorry, but we have to hold onto them." Hermione pouted. She wanted more than anything to hear from her friends.

Lupin cleared his throat. "Sorry Hermione," he said. "But I have to go see some.... people." Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Lupin had already gotten up from his chair and left the room.

Now what was she to do? Nothing could change the fact that her friends were gone, but for how long? There was a pain inside of her making her want to go and find them herself. Why should she have to wait around for other people to tell her where they are? She was capable of handling the world. She knew plenty of spells to defend her. But what if someone knew more than she did and would attack her with a spell Hermione did not know how to block? What would she do then? Maybe it was best to stay where she was. If she got hurt...

Deciding to stay with Lupin and whoever else was staying in the Grimwauld Place, Hermione picked up her broomstick that she used to fly over to the hideout. It was beginning to get dark outside, but it wasn't fully night yet. She was sure Lupin wouldn't mind her going out to fly.

The backyard of Grimwauld place was rather big. Rolling hills spread out across a large lawn, and many clusters of trees stood in the back, looking like a forest. The summer night was quite cool and windy. The wind blew Hermione's hair back softly and the cool air pierced her skin. Nevertheless, Hermione slowly rose up into the air, feeling ecstatic to be back in the air.

Hermione carelessly flew around the yard until it got dark. When the sun was completely gone and the heavens could be seen, Hermione landed softly. The moonlight reflected on Hermione's skin, giving her an eerie glow around her body. The stars twinkled in the distance, giving Hermione a sense of security. The sky looked so relaxing and beautiful; she just stood on the ground and gazed for a long time. She sighed. She had better go inside now; Lupin didn't know...

There was a noise coming from behind her. It sounded like someone rustling in bushes. Hermione whirled around and saw... A squirrel.

Feeling free from anxiety, Hermione picked up her broomstick. The last thing she saw was the back door of Number 12 Grimwauld place flying open. After that, her vision obscured and she felt hands grasping her tightly. She tried to scream but her voice was lost inside her fear. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Hermione's arms flailing, Lupin and some unknown voice calling her name and yelling spells. The wind was whipping and the temperature seemed to have dropped ten degrees.

"Don't struggle!" Hermione heard Lupin yell. And then everything went black.

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