A/N: Hello again, I'm afraid it's another short one, but will definitely get you thinking… Not much else I can say really. Title is extremely crap I know
The Search Intensifies
Hermione woke early; she, Harry and Ron had agreed to get up before anyone else so they could talk. A weak sun was shinning feebly through the curtains as she rose. She went into the adjacent bathroom and washed her face with ice cold water to wake herself up properly. She shivered and almost let out a yelp. She looked into the mirror and noticed how pale her face was, she felt something bitter rise in her throat and she gagged, she went straight to toilet and bent down over it. She pulled her hair from her face just in time as a torrent of vomit gush into the toilet. She wobbled back to the sink and tried to scrub the acrid gunk away, she drank a glass of water and looked back into the mirror. She saw an ashen face, with a vomit stained mouth and heavy bags under her eyes. She hadn't slept again last night.
"Eewh, Hermione! Have you been sick again?" Lavender came into the bathroom holding her nose, "I hope you haven't got some horrible disease you're going to give us."
"I'm OK, probably just ate something nasty, it'll be gone in a few days,"
"You said that all of last week!"
"Well I don't know, do I?"
"Go and see Madame Pomfrey if you're ill."
"Have a nice day Lavender," she dressed and went down to the common room, Harry and Ron stood there, bleary-eyed, Ron yawned widely.
"Hello Hermione, are you still ill?" asked Ron, "Cos if you don't mind me saying, you look shit."
"Oh thank you, that really makes me feel so much better," she mumbled harshly,
"No need to get moody, I'm just telling you like it is,"
"You really should go and see Madame Pomfrey," Harry looked at her,
"I'm fine, honestly, you shouldn't be worrying about me; it's them we have to worry about."
"So," Harry said as the walked down a small secret passageway that was hidden behind one of Hogwarts' many tapestries, "We know that Dolohov has been seen a lot in London, and seems to be using the Tube."
"This might mean that where he's got them is somewhere accessible by Tube. What buildings do we know in London that have dark cold dungeons?" Hermione thought aloud.
"That's it Hermione! It must one of those buildings, like the London dungeons, and, and…I don't know any others, the only times I go to London is to get the train to school." Harry looked slightly shameful,
"OK then what about – the Tower of London, that place has dungeons." Ron added,
"Why don't we look in the library to see if there are any places in London – with dungeons – associated with Dark wizards, which should give us somewhere to start."
So they traipsed down to the library and began to search for anything remotely related to what they were doing.
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"Find anything?" Ron asked,
"Nothing," replied Harry, "I don't know how we're going to do this,"
They looked over at Hermione, who was sitting on the other side of the room, next to a tall tower of books that she was steadily going through, searching every page.
Ginny appeared behind them, "Hey! What are you two doing?"
"Work, this is a library you know," Ron growled,
"Pardon me for asking, do you know when we'll get to see Mum and Dad again?"
Harry elbowed Ron in the ribs; he scowled at him, "What was that for?"
"Have you told her?" Ron looked shocked, he'd known all this time, but he had not told his sister, she had just as much right as he did to know.
"Ginny, please don't tell anyone, but we think Mum and Dad and everyone else has been taken by You-Know-Who," Ginny gasped and went pale, "we're trying to find them."
"I'll help, please let me, and tell me everything, what's Dumbledore doing?" she looked hard at them both,
"We're not telling Dumbledore what we're doing, he was supposed to protect them and he's already failed that. We're doing this alone."
"Am I in though?"
Ron looked at Harry, who nodded, "just don't tell anyone, OK? This is what we know…"
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And so the four of them spent the rest of the morning pouring over books, looking for the merest reference to their cause. And found nothing.
Harry and Ron quickly grew weary and began to work slower, being less receptive. Unlike Hermione who sat resolutely on the edge of her seat going through page after page of books until she was reading in a mad frenzy.
Harry and Ron took another break, "We have to stop her, she'll hurt herself reading that quickly,"
"She's so desperate," Harry sighed, "Do you think that's why she's been ill? Because she's so worked up and anxious?"
"Probably, but I mean it's only about a month since she last saw him and she was talking to him until he got caught," Ron looked over to her again,
"It's not just Snape though is it?"
"I think she feels that it's all her fault,"
"It's mine though really, if I'd never been born none of this would ever have happened," Harry groaned,
"Harry! Don't think like that! If you'd never been born things would have been a whole lot worse, You-Know-You would be doing whatever he wanted, no-one would be safe."
"No-one is safe Ron."
"Come on, let's get her to lunch."
They walked over to Hermione and coaxed her out of her chair,
"No! Look, I just need to finish this book," Ginny grabbed her arm as it flung out, "please,"
"We can come back after lunch, but you're starving yourself here Hermione, you need to eat girl," Ron pulled her up under her armpits,
"Ron!" she blushed deeply, "I'm perfectly capable of getting up myself thank you. Come on then, we need to be quick eating, this is really important. I think I may have found something."
A/N: The most random chapter yet? Hmm, l think something's going on here. We'll see where it goes, anyone know any London buildings with dungeons because I could only think of the two above and they're not very good, just for examples you know? Reviews always accepted gladly.
