Okay yes. I'm evil. I'm mean. I'm a hypocrite. I feel terrible for not updating in months. But I've been betaing, acting, writing another fanfic (blame it all on the muse who helped me with Dark Desires) and reading so many RENT fanfics that my brain is due to explode any minute now. But I'm back and though I didn't know it, I'm actually way ahead on this story! So I promise updates are coming!
Chapter 9: Don't Overreact
ROGER
Who do you think you are?
Leaving me alone with my guitar?
-Finale A, Rent
"You have to calm down Molly, we don't even know exactly what happened. She may be perfectly fine," Arthur tried to placate his emotional wife.
"She may be dead Arthur," his wife screeched at him. "Or worse, she could be with him!" Molly was taking this even harder than the Order members had imagined. "I should've know," she said to herself, shaking her head. "With her not getting in touch with us, I should've known!"
"No," Harry, who'd been standing in the doorway ever since the conversation had begun broke in. "I should've known. I was so concerned about," his voice cracked. "About everyone else, you and Ginny. I could've protected her. But I didn't."
"Oh Harry," Molly quickly put her self blame aside and became the maternal figure she was know to be. "It's not your fault."
"Yes," Harry brushed her comment aside. "She would've been perfectly sage if she'd never met me. But we can't swell on that now." He turned to look everyone of the Order members dead in the eyes. "We have to find her."
"WE know Harry-"
"No, you don't," once again his voice broke. "If she's dead, or if she dies, her blood will be on my hands. We have to find whoever did this," In Harry's eyes flashed an emotion that is rarely seen in one so young. The pure quest for vengeance. "And we have to make them pay."