A/N: I want to thank my very first reviewer, Rupertsgrl479. I never knew reviews could make me feel so good. So please keep reviewing! Also, sorry the first chapter was so short, but it was my first one so I didn't know. But this one will be longer, I hope.
Chapter 2:
As she sat in her chair, tears drying on her face, a knock came from door. She quickly fixed herself and got up to open the door. Harry was standing there with a downcast look on his face. "Oh no," she thought to herself.
Harry came in and sat down. "We found his locator. Now, we don't know if it is attached to him anymore or not. It's still working, but" he stopped, afraid of what to say next.
"But what? Where is it?" asked Hermione, equally afraid of the answer.
Harry, breathing deeply, said, "It's on the outside of his territory. Which causes an obvious problem. We can't go rescue him, at least not yet. It is also possible that it is just his locator there and he is somewhere else."
"We have to get Ron out of their Harry! We can't just leave him their! We can't." Hermione yelled.
"I know, I know. But we can either wait until the end of the war, with us winning, or can risk our lives as well as others and try and save him now. But you have to understand Hermione, he might… he might not be… alive." Harry said, his voice gradually becoming a whisper.
"No," she breathed. Harry came over and hugged her. They just stood there in each others arms hoping against all hope that Ron was still alive.
They separated, remembering that they had jobs to do. Since the new arrival of information, they decided to have a meeting. They called all Aurors to the board room to discuss what the plan would be.
In the board room, people were whispering excitedly about what the new information was. They wondered, was it a way to beat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, was it more Death Eater camps, was it more people to help with the Dark War… they didn't know.
Harry walked out up to the front of the room and stood before a podium. He placed his notes on it and took a deep breath. "Everyone, please settle down. This is very important. As you all know, we still have one of our men out their, missing in action." The room became silent. Everyone missed Ron. He was the light in a room and made everyone laugh, even on a bad day. Harry continued, "We have new information about where he could possibly be. His locator is still working, but could have been ripped off. We don't know if he is alive or… dead, but we have to figure out how to get him. Is locator is on the boundaries of Lord Voldemort's territories, but we hope it came off and he is somewhere safer. Does anyone have any questions or ideas that could help?" As everyone pondered, Hermione sat in her chair feeling nausea coming. "What if they couldn't find him?" she thought to herself.
After 15 minutes with no one volunteering their ideas, Harry decided to approach this situation differently. They were afraid to voice their opinions, afraid that someone would reject it. Which was natural but we had to get other peoples point of views.
Harry spoke up, "Okay everyone. Listen, obviously this meeting isn't going to well. I've decided to do this differently. I am going to place a box in my office. I want you to write down your ideas and place them in the box. You don't have to write your name if you don't want to. It will be up there for a week. So a week from today, we will have another meeting, hopefully to explain the plan. It's now time to go home. Everyone have a safe trip home. Have a great weekend and see you all on Monday." As everyone left the room, Harry and Hermione stayed behind to clean up.
"That's a great idea, Harry. I remember we used to do that sort of thing in my muggle schools," stated Hermione.
"That's where I got it from." He looks over at her. "Are you okay? You look pale, you should go home, I'll finish up here," he said.
"Thanks Harry. I'll see you later," she said as she walked out the door.
Hermione collapsed out to her bed. Even though she was tired, she couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned for an hour until she focused on one of her fondest memories.
Flashback--
It was a beautiful night, with a crescent moon and millions of stars. Hermione and Ron sat on the balcony from their apartment, staring, though not at the sky, but at each other. It was a little chilly, so they were holding each other for warmth. But what they didn't know was that this night would be their last before the war.
"Hermione, I know that you will always be here for me. I don't know if you understand how much you mean to me as a friend." Ron whispered into her ear.
Hermione gave a sigh of disappointment. A friend? I guess he'll never know my true feelings for him if we are going to stay friends. Ron continued on, "But the thing is, I don't want to just be your friend. I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I love you Hermione Granger. Would you do me the great honor of being my wife?"
She gasped because that was all she could do, being speechless. She looked down to see him holding a ring that shone like their love that has grown between them. He lifted her left hand and slid the ring onto her finger. Tears running down her face, she stared at the ring, then at him. She shyly smiled and said, "I wouldn't have it any other way." With that they kissed. Ron picked her up and took her back inside to his bed, where they slowly undressed, savoring this wonderful moment.
End of flashback—
Hermione suddenly shot up in her bed. She had forgotten about her ring. She took it off when the Dark War started so she wouldn't lose it. And in all of the confusion and depression she hadn't put it back on. She got out of bed to look for it.
"Now where did I put it? I still can't believe I haven't put it back on. The war has been stopped for six weeks now. We didn't even tell anyone about it. Oh, I know," she muttered to herself, looking through her underwear drawer. She got down on her hands and knees right beside her bureau. She stuck her hand underneath and felt a small box right in the middle. She pulled in out and gently opened it. She carefully put the ring on and stared at it. It was still beautiful, despite all of the fears and worries she felt. For about the tenth time today, she started to cry. They had promised their hearts to each other. He has also said that she was also there for him. At that moment, she planned to keep both promises to her love. She would find him, no matter what. But just as she had been filled with confidence, she remembered the major fact.
"I don't even know if he's alive. What if I do find him, but he's dead. My heart would be broken, but it would still be his and no one else's. With that though she walked over to her bed to go to sleep, only to realize that the sun was coming up. At least I don't have to go to work, it's the weekend. She crawled into bed and fell asleep instantly, Ron's ring of engagement still on her finger.
Hermione woke up to the sounds of people talking. But by the sound of it, it wasn't just two or three, it sounded like maybe twenty. She quickly got dressed and went into the living room. She halted, her whole department and others were cramped into the apartment. One person spotted her and yelled, "There she is!" People turned to her and started asking her questions. Dumbledore, out of nowhere, says, "People, people. Settle down. Miss Granger will explain to you in time what you are asking. Now, she needs to be left alone. Please leave. Thank you." They started to file out of the apartment, muttering disappointedly.
"What the hell is going on?" she yelled. Harry, coming out of the corner, says, "You should sit down and listen to Albus."
"Thank you Harry. Now, the Minister of Magic received an owl from a known Death Eater stated that Voldemort is not after him, but after you. The news traveled through the building and now everyone would like to know what you did to make Voldemort come after you personally."
Hermione tried to take all of this in. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Why was Voldemort after me? What the hell is going on here? She caught her breath. "I have no idea why he would be after me."
Oh, but don't you?" asked Dumbledore. "You assembled an excellent group of people to fight against him, making him retreat. He sees you as very powerful. And the fact that you are muggle-born, makes him quite angry, thinking that pure bloods were all powerful. I have to go now, but be careful. Both of you." He then left Hermione and Harry sitting in wonder. A knock at the door brought them back to reality. Just as Harry opened the door, his girlfriend pounced on him.
"Ugh. God, Ginny. Did you have to do that?" said Harry, pretending to sound angry.
"Hey. I haven't seen you all week. How have you been?" Ginny said, detaching herself from Harry. "Hi Hermione. You look sick are you alright?"
Hermione said nothing as she ran to the bathroom to throw up.
A/N: Sorry it took a while to update this. I couldn't figure out how to end it. I hope you people are enjoying it. I know it's kind of short but not all of us can write huge chapters. I'll try better next time. Please review. It makes me so happy! Love you all!