Since I forgot about Hermione's birthday; which is somewhere in September. I'm changing her birthday to December! Hope you guys can forgive me.

Laws of Love: Chapter 22:

It was awkward, travelling with the train back to London. Hermione and Ginny sat together in one compartment and Harry in another. Luna was on Ginny's side and chose sit with them; and Neville who only wanted to be around his girlfriend also sat there. Harry ended up sharing a compartment with Lavender, Parvati, Seamus and Dean. Colin; who realised he had no where else to go now that none of his friends were actually at Hogwarts or alive; decided to sit with his good friend Ginny. Harry was furious that the others had "betrayed" him. They all believed Ginny's story; (what ever it was) and ignored him. Parvati on the other hand was really nice to him.

Harry was staring out of the window, watching the scenery rush past them. He had no idea where to go this holiday. He never came back home to the Dursleys during the Winter holidays; and they weren't there to pick him up anyways. He couldn't go to the burrow; because well…..I suppose you would understand due to the circumstances. Also if Ron was there: Ron would have chosen Ginny's side. And if he didn't, Hermione would have convinced him to.

Some body nudged him softly in the shoulder, and it turned out to be Dean, "We've arrived. You've been staring out of that window the entire trip." Harry blinked, "Oh yeah. Sorry." Dean smiled, "That's okay. Now come on."

Harry got up and got his trunk from the rack, and he also helped Parvati get her trunk from the rack. When he finally managed to get into the crowded hallway, he bumped into Ginny. Who didn't even look at him; but walked straight on. Somewhere inside of him he felt a twinge of guilt; but why? She cheated on him, not the other way around. Why was she acting like this?

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Hermione and Ginny battled their way through the people violently, Hermione trying to keep up with Ginny who had gotten into a bad temper. "Ginny, are you alright?"

"Yes." Ginny hissed, "I doesn't matter, he doesn't mean anything."

Somehow Hermione found that very hard to believe.

But before she could say anything else; Ginny jumped off the train. Hermione sighed; this was going to be a long holiday. She also stepped out, and was heartily received by her mother and father.

"Oh Hermione dear, its good to see you!" Emily breathed into her hair. "It's been the most frightful time."

Hermione looked up, "How come?"

Her mother smiled feebly and patted her quickly on the head, "Oh never mind that. But come along. The Weasley's are waiting for you."

"The Weasley's? I thought I was staying with you and dad!" Hermione said, taken aback. Phillip (her father) wrapped his arm around her shoulder and said softly, "Even we; muggles as you call it, know that there is something up. And we also know that it's a dangerous time. You're safer with them."

Hermione gasped, "But what about you?"

Her mother shook her head, "Don't worry. We're going to be fine. Dumbledore has made sure of that. But, please; go with them. It will bring your father and I great comfort if we knew you were out of harm's way."

Hermione looked furious, "I'm not a child anymore! I can protect myself; and I can protect you!"

"Sweetie please; you're not 17 yet. You can't do anything out of school!"

Hermione bit her lip, "Promise me: that you are going to be careful…and the second that something is up you owl me. Alright?"

Phillip grinned and kissed Hermione's forehead, "Deal. Now let's go."

Phillip picked up Hermione's bag and took off for the Weasley's; Hermione hesitated, but followed him with her mother.

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The ministry provided car was completely silent; set aside from Mrs. Weasley's impatient humming……and the hushed voices from Fred and George who were conversing in the back in low whispers. Hermione and Ginny were both quiet, and stared impassively out of the window. Mr. Weasley was concentrated on the road and Charlie (who came along to pick them up) was reading.

It wasn't until half an hour had passed when Mrs. Weasley gasped; "Oh my! Where's Harry?"

Nobody reacted at first; they didn't quite realise the seriousness of the situation. But then it dawned on Hermione; very slowly. And has Ginny noticed Hermione's eyes widen, she herself started thinking.

Where is Harry actually? Yeah, they had agreed way before this whole Ron thing that Harry was going to join to join them during the winter holidays. But since Ron isn't his usual self; and since Harry and Ginny are fighting: Harry couldn't exactly join them. And then there was the thing that Ginny hadn't seen those mean muggles wonder around the station either. Where would Harry go?

"We must find him." Ginny breathed.

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Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Ginny were all scribbling down as quickly as they could small notes saying the following: Green eye is gone. Report to Blasted Mother as soon as possible. Which basically meant: Harry is gone. Report the Grimmauld's place as soon as possible.

Then, when all the notes were ready; Hermione and Ginny prepared not only Pig but also Errol (the family owl), Classic (Hermione's Owl), Turnip (Tonk's owl) and Puzzle (Lupin's owl) making them each carry about 5 letters each (except for Pig who got 2).

"Go, go, and go!" Ginny exclaimed once her parents told the owls where to go. Pig hooted excitedly and flew of while the other owls were rather reluctant. But after one more hysterical; "GO!" from Ginny they slowly flapped away.

It was silent for a while in the kitchen, then Arthur said softly, "Molly, you better prepare some snacks for the order once they arrive. I'll go to those Dursley people."

Molly nodded and walked over to him, she gave him a quick hug. Arthur smiled feebly then with a small pop, he vanished.

Hermione slumped down by the kitchen table, "We shouldn't have been so hard on him, Gin. He would have been here…if…if…." Hermione sighed.

Ginny glared at her, "Oh that would have been excellent! After his behaviour we just forgive him and have a big group hug? My arse! If he could just be not so self absorbed for once in his life he would have realised that even if we were fighting he would be welcome here! We don't control the order for crying out loud!"

Hermione raised her head from her hands, "Harry wouldn't understand."

"It's not that hard to get." Ginny snarled, "That people care for him."

Hermione laughed bitterly and left the room, "Just let him be, Gin. After all he's just one of my best friends; it wouldn't matter if he died anyways!"

Ginny kicked the table in frustration, then yelped in pain. When she looked up again from rubbing her foot; her eyes met her mothers.

"Ginevra Weasley, what happened when you were at school?"

"Nothing mother." Ginny hissed.

"Ginevra." Molly repeated sternly, "It doesn't have anything to do with Ron getting poisoned does it?"

Ginny shook her head, "Never mind, it is not of your concern."

Molly looked furious, but Ginny was a well match. They both glared at each other, but the door bell broke their concentration.

"I'll get it," Ginny said softly, "Continue with your cooking woman."

Ginny quickly left the room and shut the door before her mother could explode on her.

She breathed in and out deeply, allowing relaxation to come to her. She hadn't been this furious, desperate and broken at the same time in ages. Mad at her mother, desperate for Harry to be found, and broken……because that's what he had done to her. He had broken her.

Ginny slowly made her way to the front door and opened it; it wasn't Harry as she had hoped. It was a couple of order members, some of which she recognized and others she didn't.

"Where's Arthur?" Minerva McGonagall barked the second she got her pink-muggle coat of. "Down by the Dursley's. He should be back soon." Ginny answered.

Ginny walked them to the kitchen, and was surprised to learn that her mother didn't mind her staying. Hermione joined them at the kitchen table and sat down next to Ginny. Both ignoring each other.

"Subject Missing; Harry Potter. It's of a severe matter of importance that we find the subject before the Death Eaters do. What areas have been inspected?" Moody inquired in a loud voice when every one had found a seat.

"Bill, Charlie, Fred and George Weasley are searching Diagon Alley. Percy Weasley is searching Mungo's. Tonks and Lupin are in Hogsmead; they have also checked the train and will after their inspection go to the school. Mundungus is checking the Train Station and Arthur Weasley is now visiting the Dursley's; Harry's only living family." Molly informed them.

Moody nodded, "Which areas are left to be inspected?"

"London in general. Wizard and Muggle hotels, diners, shops, Restaurants. You name it." Kingsley Shacklebolt said in his deep voice.

"Alright. Kingsley; you lead a crew of 5 to London. Check everything. Use magic, but be careful. We don't want the ministry to get air of this." Moody ordered.

Kingsley nodded and left the room; taking along with him 3 appointed wizards and 2 random witches.

"More places? The Burrow perhaps? Maybe he'll go there if he can't find a place to stay. The Leakey Cauldron too?"

"Fleur is at the burrow. She'll direct him over here if he is to arrive there. And I'm leaving for the Leaky Cauldron right now." Molly said before apparating.

"Any more places?" Moody inquired hopefully.

"Yeah, I think I have one. What about Godric's Hollow?" Hermione said.

There was a murmur of surprised whispers, "Surely not.", "Does he even know where it is?"

"Yes, uhm. I think I'll go check there with a crew of 3 others. Any volunteers?"

No body raised their hand. Godric's Hollow was like a sacred place for Wizards and Witches. It was where Voldemort was known to first be defeated, and it was the place where their beloved friends James and Lily Potter died.

"Right well, then I'll just pick people at random. Yes, you over there. And you, and your friend at the other side of the table. Yes you!" Moody pointed at random people then beckoned them to follow him. "Right, Minerva, take lead." He said before he group apparated with them.

McGonagall stood up and walked over the head, "Any more bright suggestions Granger?" she asked.

"Well yes. Uhm…Neville's place perhaps? He'd always be welcome there."

McGonagall nodded, "Yes. Madam Groggins can go there. She's a good friend of Neville's Grandmother."

Another witch left; leaving them with only McGonagall and somebody they didn't know. "And now we'll wait. In case he comes here." She finished softly.

It was silent for a while; no dared to talk neither to move. It was a tense half hour. They had gotten a letter from Kingsley saying the Arthur had joined him in his search around London. No signs of Harry.

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Harry ran into the men's lavatories the second he got out into the muggle part of the train station. The first thing he must do was change out of his school robes and look as muggle as he could possibly do. He tore off his robes and stuffed them into his trunk. He took out some plain jeans and switched them for the black trousers he always wore at school. He also put on another pair of shoes; Dudley's old converse. He hated them, they were green and far too big but if he tied the laces around his legs they wouldn't fall off. He also took off his Navy Weasley jumper that he had gotten last year. Instead he pulled on a brown jacket that had been unlovingly patched by Aunt Petunia with green pieces of clothe that came from Dudley's old sheets. He looked pretty terrible but was still Harry. One way to fix that. He also removed his glasses and splashed water onto his head to flatten down his hair.

He didn't look like Harry anymore, just like a retard.

He left the train station, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. He stepped onto a bus without paying and hoped no one would notice. He didn't know where the bus would take him, but as long as it was far away from here.

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Well, he wasn't in London, but it didn't look like it improved any more from there. He ended up in a shabby town just a bit out of London. There was nothing there except some randy old cows and chickens. He tried is luck in some inns, but remembered that he didn't have any muggle money on him. So instead he crept into an empty barn and made himself a bed of hay.