A.N: Hello back again, with more notes on the chapter. First, Ronald Weasley finally gets his chapter. Again I will say that I am not that sure of his character, so I'm not that sure I got it right.
Second, I think Hermione would do something like that, right? She's planned it out much better then Ron, but I always pictured Ron as being a little to quick thinking, and rushing into things. I always pictured Hermione as being rule abiding, unless it comes to helping her friends. Then she's willing to do anything.
Third, Its still short, I know. Ack! I am really bad at waiting to upload. I swear I'll try, but it will take me longer ot update.

Guess what I'm reading? Harry Potter in Latin! It's very good, had anyone else read it?

Wiccan PussyKat, Thanks, I tried to communicate their difference in opinions. Thanks again, yeah if I were in her place I would drop the book to. Yeah, the house elf brought them an older book, so they really don't understand what the world does yet. It will be interesting if she does.
Dumbledore's not sure, he thinks he's alive, but he can't find him. So he's told everyone that he's in the hospital room.
Ack, I was reading an noticed that, thanks.

ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity: Here it is.

Natural Anthem: No one knows that Voldemort is dead yet, the ministry is keeping it secret. And if you'll notice all the Auror's that did the search, belong to the Order.

Eric2: Thank you.


Kateydidnt: Yes! I've been waiting for someone to guess that! Yeah, this chapter is dedicated to you. 100 points to you Kateydidnt, for getting it right. His memories are blurry those, like dreams you half remember.

On with the story.












Ronald Weasley fell into a fitful night on the third day of his friend absence. Perhaps he was stubborn, he could agree with that, and perhaps he never strayed far from his original ideas, weather they were right or wrong. But he missed his friend, and it was easier to blame it on that man that had the same features as Harry.

If he was Harry's father, then I just insulted him. If he is James Potter- Ron shook his head, he needed facts. He was not going to let Harry get hurt more when he came back. He was coming back, Ron was sure.

Suddenly Ron had a brilliant idea of were to start on these facts; Harry's trunk. His friend wouldn't mind him looking in it, and the other boys in the room could sleep through anything. Even if one woke up, they would think he was getting something to bring to Harry in the hospital room in the morning. Yes he was safe doing it.

Slowly he crawled to the end of his bed, and opened his trucks lids from on top the bed. He winced as the hinges creaked, but it made no difference, the quiet, content rise and fall of his dormates continued. He pulled out a pair of socks and a cloak; the last he planed to use later, and stepped out of bed with his now socked feet.

Ron tiptoed to Harry's bed, and opened his trunk. School robes were on top, and as Ron peeled that layer away he found Harry's to-big cloths. He dug further, feeling for a books edge. A thick book, with pictures in it.

Ron had seen it before, had seen Harry's father and mother staring back from the pages. It's the first step to seeing if its one of Voldemort's men. He thought, as his fingers brushed the side of a book.

Ron brought it up, and opened the fist page of the photo album. Lily and James Potter were staring back, Harry as a one year old snuggled close to them.

The man looked like James...but there's a charm for that. Or, knowing Voldemort maybe he saved some of James's hair.

Ron shuttered, and as he did so his head turned back to the trunk. He had disordered the contents, and what had been at the bottom was now on top. Ron's eye caught onto Harry's invisibility cloak. Without a rational thought, he grabbed it, and opened the door into the hallway.

Ron found himself standing at the bottom of the girls stairway, before he began to hesitate. His half thought out plan did not seem that good, but there was no turning back now. He had already woken up Hermione.

She had not been in her dorm, but in the common room bent over homework. Ron sent a pointed glance at the writing, as if to say, how can you do homework at this time. Hermione rolled it up, and smiled sadly at him.

"It's Harry's, I figured I would catch him up so when they find him, he's not piled with work." Ron's features softened, and he lifted the invisibility cloak as if it explain everything. It seemed to explain enough to Hermione.

Later Ron would wonder if she had been waiting for him, if she had guessed that he would do something like this. It would seem possible when he thought about it, but that did not cross his mind at the moment.

Hermione was giving him a stiff brisk nod, and she lifted a small, silver key. Ron stared at it in confusion.

"Its the key to the room that man is in. It's locked, and has a silencing charm on it. I stole the key when I pretended to have a breakdown in front of Poppy, and replaced it with another identical one, that I copied. She won't notice, I made it so both opened the door, but the one I gave her disappears in a week, just so we don't end up having the chance of this one being found."

Ron nodded his head, silently scolding himself for not thinking of that himself. "You seemed to be think about this awhile."

Hermione sighed, and tucked the key in her pocket. "I can't sleep, but Ron? You have to realize what were doing. Were going to be in room with a maybe Death Eater, someone who could kill us."

Ron went a shade whiter, but did not react further. He grunted, planting his feet firmly on the ground. "I won't let him kill us."

Hermione was smiling in concealed laughter, as she repacked all the books that had been spread on the table. She rolled up the parchments, that had held her noted, and blew on the one the report she had been writing before she rolled it up.

When at last she turned around to him, the books, parchment, and pen were all in her school bag, sitting on the table. The bag would arouse no curiosity, for many student left their homework downstairs.
"Lets go." She said, and started off to the door.







HOSPITAL ROOM -- EARLIER

After finding that the door was locked, and slamming on it for an hour, James had finally quite. It was not that he didn't trust Dumbledore, he trusted the man with his life, but he found it frightening that the man thought he needed to lock them in a room. And the thought that it might be for his own good, did not sound any better to James.

Lily was asleep, rightly so as it was past midnight, but James was still at the doors, back towards them as he sat. He was so puzzled; what little Dumbledore had told him, seemed so confusing by itself. He needed to know more, and he could as no one.

They were not in the main hospital wing, that James knew; because he had been a frequent student seen it that part of the building. He banged his head lightly against his knees, feeling defenseless.

Hours must have passed by before James heard anything in the hallway beyond the doors. It was a small shuffle, he realized as he cupped his ear to the door. There was no talking, but the person shuffling was being deliberately careful to muffle the steps.


There was a sound of something scraping then clicking, and before James realized it, the door opened with his head at it. He cursed under his breath, and rubbed his forehead, glancing at the people who had entered.








RYAN AND ELIZABETH'S HOUSE

Three days had passed since Ryan had found the one year old child in the woods, and four hours had passed since he and Elizabeth had been able to bring him home. The police were looking into missing children, but had found nothing so far.

The child was sleeping in the nursery that Elizabeth had been preparing for the new baby. But as Ryan went in one more time to check on him, he found the child holding onto the cribs railing, smiling at him.

Slowly Ryan approached, feeling unsure as he picked the baby up. It felt strange to be holding him. He remember Elizabeth asking Mrs. Kenard what they should call him. She had told them to call him nicknames, things that parents would have called the child without knowing his name.

So the child had adopted the name 'sweetie'. Only for a week, Ryan thought, and if they don't find your parents by then, they told us to think up a name.

"Now see here, I think we should be calling you something more boyish, hmm? Like kiddo, do you like that?" The baby responded by pulling his hair, Ryan laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes." Ryan settled down on the rocking chair that sat near the crib. The baby grabbed at his glasses, but Ryan gentle took them back.

"Your a little blurry blob if I don't have those." The child giggled, reaching for them again. Ryan leaned back his head, smiling teasingly at the baby.

"You can't reach them now." He crooned, grinning down at the infant. The baby pouted for a moment, then snuggled into his lap and went to sleep. Ryan was fascinated by the weight on his chest, and slept on the chair himself, worried he would wake the infant up if he moved.