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Everyone stared at the empty space in front of them.
"Fred, I, I don't understand. Where is Hermoine?" Harry's voice was becoming more desperate. Fred stood and walked to the spot he last saw her face.
"Here. I was right here and she." He paused. "Was looking right at me from there." He pointed across the walk. "I was here, that wall was coming down on me. There was no escaping it." Harry moved to stand with Fred, desperately trying to put the pieces together. He took a deep breath in, feeling the intense magic resonating in the air.
"She moved you." Harry finally spoke. Fred turned to face the boy who lived.
"If she moved me, than where is she? She can't be." Fred felt his body giving out again.
"Hold on mate!" George shouted as he rushed over to the pair, followed closely by Ron. "There's no body, no evidence she was even here when the wall fell. She must have made it out." The group looked at one another and then to rumble that surrounded them. He was right, Fred thought. Hermoine must still be alive and he would stop at nothing to find her.
In the first few months after the Battle of Hogwarts the Weasley family, Harry, and as many of the wizarding world as possible searched for her. Every escaped death eater was hunted down and questioned. No magical place was left unturned. Yet there was no sign of Hermoine.
Six months in, the numbers of those searching begun to dwindle. Most of the ministry had to get back to rebuilding. Hogwarts was set to reopen soon, Diagon Alley was still be rebuilt, and families in general just needed to feel whole again. Oddly though for one twin, his world no longer felt whole. Yes, his family had survived and they were blessed to all be together. But the girl who saved him was gone. For the last six months the only thing he thought about was finding her.
"I think we need to stop." Fred twisted from around from his seat near the Weasley family fireplace to look at his younger brother. "What?" He replied. Ron rubbed his face and sighed. "Look, I'm just as committed as you to finding Hermoine, but there's nothing. I mean we've looked everywhere and still. Maybe she doesn't want to be found."
Fred was to his feet in an instant, making his was towards Ron. "Alright, alright, easy there Gred." George put his hands to his twin's shoulder. "Let's all just settle down, this hasn't been easy on anyone." Fred relaxed slightly and sat back down in his previous spot. "She's not hiding." He muttered, running his hand through his fiery red hair.
Ron snorted. "Ya know when did you become such an expert in all things Hermoine? You don't know anything about her!" The room tensed. "Ron!" Ginny yelled from her seat next to Harry. "Oh come on Ginny. He has barely even spoken to her the entire time we've know her and now he wants to lead some army to find someone who is dead!" The room fell silent. Ginny gasped in shock, as tears streamed down her face. Harry squeezed her hand, taken a back from what is best friend had said.
George looked to his twin, knowing this conversation wasn't going to end very well. He could see the emotions flood over Fred. No one knew Fred's feelings for Hermoine, except George. No one knew Fred had never acted on those feelings out of respect for Ron, even though he knew Hermoine had had a crush on him. No one knew the pain he felt every time he saw her hurt. And at this very moment George knew all that emotion was torturing his brother.
So no one saw it coming, but George. Fred stood up, punched Ron directly in the face and with a crack he left the burrow.