Oh My God! I'm alive. I know, it surprised me too. I'm terribly sorry this isn't a brand new chapter, but I really need to fix this, because it's crap.
RATING: PG it could go up later, but for now, there's nothing too terrible future chapters.
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Chapter 2: Missing Harry: a Revised Interlude
HARRY POTTER: THE BOY WHO VANISHED
The Ministry of Magic finally confirmed the disappearance of young hero, Harry Potter at a press conference yesterday evening. There has been much speculation and rumor surrounding Potter's disappearance, with theories ranging from kidnapping to running away (readers will remember Potter's rebellious streak from last school year). However, the ministry chose not to comment about their theories on Potter's reasons for vanishing, with exception of one comment: "Other than the obvious reasons," states Kinsley Shacklebolt, Head Auror in charge of the Potter mission, "we have no reason to believe Potter's disappearance is You-Know-Who related; there were no signs of Morsmordre or any Death Eater activity at Potter's residence"
Authorities say that there appeared to be no sign of a fight at the site Potter was last located. Arabella Figg, resident of Potter's neighborhood claims, "an awful bright white and gold light, there was; lit up the sky like it was day and lasted for about 10 minutes. Terribly frightened, I was." It is believed that Potter is currently situated, if alive, at an unplottable position, considering the auror team especially dispatched for his rescue is unable to pinpoint his magical signature. "We have faith that Potter is still around," states Shacklebolt. The question remains, though: what was this light? and what caused it?
The disappearance of the boy hero is concerning, to say the least, and Harry Potter's friends and family have the deepest condolences from the staff of The Daily Prophet.
-Ida Walden, Special Correspondent
The dining hall at 12 Grimmauld Place was silent, with the exception of the slow scraping of dishes and the sound of forced chewing. No one wanted to look at each other and no one wanted to talk about the article on the front page of the paper. Better to ignore the whole thing and act like Harry would walk through the door any moment.
He'd be dirty covered in dust, grass stains, mud, and blood. But he'd smile. "I'm so sorry I had to do that," he'd say. "But it was for the best; Voldemort's gone"
They'd immediately forgive him for making them worry and they'd celebrate for days.
They knew, of course, that they were only dreaming.
Suddenly the doors burst open, which caused everyone in the room to jump and look hopefully at the door. They were disappointed however, when they saw that it was only Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt. Both aurors looked like they were about to collapse (they were on the team looking for Harry).
Mrs. Weasley was already piling their plates with food when they sat down.
"Any news?" Ron asked with thinly veiled anxiety.
Tonks, who was only picking at her bacon, only shook her head no. Kingsley, who was reading over notes complied over the last month, looked up at Hermione suddenly.
"Hermione, what did you give Harry for his birthday?" he asked, rechecking his notes.
"Erm…a necklace with a phoenix pendant; why?"
"It was the only thing missing at the site; Potter probably put it on when he opened it. Did it have any magical properties?" Kinsley asked, his entire aura changed as he morphed from a tired friend into one of the top aurors at the British ministry.
"Only slight protection charms," Hermione stated meekly.
"Where was it purchased?"
"The Trinity Jewelers"
"Where?" The auror asked, perplexed.
"Diagon Alley."
Tonks and everyone at the table sat up much straighter as they listened to the conversation with rapt attention.
"There is no such place," Tonks said confused, the rest of the Order present nodded in agreement.
"Of course there is, it's right next to Gringotts—It's always been there. It's run by a little old woman called Sonia, She used to run it with her husband Gary, but he died a while back—" people were starring at her like she was crazy.
"Hermione, I'm not saying I don't believe you; however, I will have to take you in for official questioning." Kinsley said soothingly.
"What! Why would I want Harry gone? You're not saying I had anything to do with his disappearance are you?" Hermione was frantic now, she had tears welling in her eyes and any minute she was going to start sobbing. Ron came up to her and she buried her self in the crook of his neck.
"Of course, they aren't blaming you, Hermione," Ron whispered, petting her hair as she broke down.
"No, we aren't saying anything like that; the necklace and its origin are our only lead though."
Hermione gave a barely perceptible nod from where she was crying.
"I'm sorry," she sniffled, after her wave of emotion, "I just miss him, you know?"
Mrs. Weasley patted her arm, "Of course, dear, we all do. Now why don't you and Ronald go up to bed?"
Hermione gave her a watery smile, "That sounds like a good idea, thank you, Mrs. Weasley."
The next day, Hermione, Ron, Neville (who had been brought to Headquarters at some point during the summer after his family was attacked) and Ginny were being ushered by a rather pinched Mrs. Weasley and a drawn and tired Mr. Weasley (the Dept. of Magical Law Enforcement, with the exception of the Wizengamot Administration, had an added work load to the Harry Potter case) to Platform ¾.
After they entered the barrier and got their luggage on the train, the group of Gryffindors waited 15 minutes, hoping Harry would show up.
"Go ahead you lot, maybe Harry's on the train already," Mrs. Weasley whispered hoarsely to the four glum faced adolescents at 10:58.
"Yeah, right, bye mum, bye dad," Ron said blankly.
Harry never came.
TBC
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