this is JK Rowling's story, not mine.

-It's a quiet night on Privet drive when Harry is awoken suddenly in his bedroom in the home of the Dursley's-

"Harry? Harry!" Came an urgent whisper from the outside of Harry's window. Harry leapt out of his bed and tip toed over to the curtains. Slowly he pulled them back and looked outside. Pulling back the curtains, he saw Ron's face looking fervently back at Harry. Ron pointed at the lock on Harry's window, indicating for Harry to allow him inside. Narrowing his eyes in confusion, he opened his window and helped Ron inside.

"Harry, it's Hermione," Harry put a finger to his lips to tell Ron to keep his voice down. He and Ron walked over to Harry's bed and sat down.

"What about Hermione?" Harry asked with a bit of worry creeping into his voice. Ron slipped off the back-pack he was wearing and pulled out a paper.

"Look," Ron pointed to an article in the paper and Harry took it and read the headline briefly.

"Teen Witch Found Missing in Bed"

"In the home of muggle parent's to 7th year Hermione Granger, a bed is found empty after a night of heavy thunderstorms. Hermione was seen going to bed around 8 o'clock with a pile of Hogwart's reading the night of July 23rd. Later that night, neighbors and her parents recall hearing an extreme account of thunderstorms echoing through the night. The next morning Hermione was gone. Town officials are on the look out for her and there is a search party searching the local area."

Harry looked at the paper with an incredulous belief sinking into the pit of his stomach. He looked at the picture on the cover. Her parents were talking to the police while standing in front of empty bed, which Harry took as to be Hermione's bed.

"Do they know what happened yet?" Harry asked, his throat choking with emotion. Ron shook his head, took the paper back and looked at it again with a forlorn look on his face.

"No not yet, they've been looking every where. Some people think that she was practicing some new spells and that they got out of hand and something happened to her." Harry arched an eyebrow and shook his head.

"That doesn't seem like Hermione, she has always been able to handle spells. She's probably the best at it in the entire school!" Harry sputtered in disbelief. Ron closed his eyes and nodded in agreement.

"I know Harry, she's a really talented witch. See the thing is, Dumbledore believes that there might be some Dark Magic involved. That meaning He-Who-Must…Voldemort may have something to do with this."

Harry cocked his head in bewilderment. He didn't understand where this was going. Why would Voldemort want Hermione? He was completely confused.

"But why Hermione?" asked Harry. Ron shrugged and ran his fingers through his hair.

"To tell you the truth Harry, I don't know. Dumbledore said he might have an idea, but he won't tell any of us. The Order is pulling together plans to find out where she is, but it's not fool-proof."

Biting his lip, Harry stood up, walked over to Hedwig's cage and stroked her breast.

"Harry, Dumbledore has an idea," Ron began slowly. Harry stopped his hand and stood still.

"Yes?"

"Harry, he wants us to find her,"

a/n: I start one story and don't finish the other I know. But I just can't get the other one to go anywhere.