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CHAPTER THIRTEEN – BACK HOME
Molly Weasley stood by the clock in her house, her hands clasped anxiously in front of her. At some point last week Hermione's spoon-hand had turned to lost, which Molly supposed she was in some ways. Lost to them, perhaps also lost in location. But as she had passed by the clock earlier she had noticed Hermione's spoon spin viciously before returning to mortal peril. Since then Molly had been checking frequently to see if there were any other changes. However, the day had passed and Hermione's spoon had not moved and soon Arthur would be home from work. Molly sighed and looked at the rest of the hands on the clock; Harry's and Ron's both pointed to the forest. They had left eventually, executing the mysterious plan they had been cooking up. Molly had an inkling that Remus had helped convince them that Hermione would be found so they could leave for whatever thing they thought was so important to miss out on Hogwarts for. But at this point the Order didn't know where to look and they had to be careful who they asked have you seen this girl. Wherever she was, it was warded since tracking spells weren't getting them anywhere.
Molly sighed and turned away from the clock, flicking her wand towards the kitchen so the table started setting itself for five of them, Arthur, the twins, and Ginny. Molly felt a momentary fear at letting her daughter return to Hogwarts in the fall, but they still had time to work that out.
"Hello, Molly." Arthur greeted as he stepped into the Burrow and placed a loving kiss on her cheek.
"What's the news?"
He shook his head. "If it weren't for your clock, Molly, they would have considered her dead and stopped looking."
"It hasn't been that long!" Molly cried indignantly.
"No, but the Ministry is divided now and there isn't a good way to put resources into a missing girl without alerting the wrong people."
"We could form a search of our own."
"We have fewer resources than what's left of the light side of the ministry."
"But we are more dedicated!"
"Molly, dear, I'm afraid that wouldn't be enough." She knew she was right. "Now when are the boys getting here?"
Molly allowed the change in topic; she knew her husband was right. "Should be any minute now. I'll call Ginny in."
Lately, Ginny had been known to wander to the edges of the wards around the Burrow, although no one was really sure what she did out there. But Ginny was thinking. She felt like everyone had missed something about Hermione's disappearance, something important. She just couldn't put her finger on it, but she refused to stop pacing the edges of the wards until it came to her.
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Filler chapter! Sorry, my readers