Sorry for the delay, my town got hit pretty hard with flooding from Hurricane Matthew. I'm back now and look forward to continuing this story. I'm really excited in the direction it is headed. It is different from my other Fremione stories. :) Please let me know what you think.

Chapter 4

"He's back?" Fred asked. "Who's back?"

"Has she given any indication as to who she is referring to?" Hermione asked Alicia. "Or said anything else?"

Alicia shook her head. "No, nothing. I can't get her to say anything else at all."

Hermione walked over and knelt down next to the disturbed girl. "Katie," she said gently. "It's Hermione Granger. Do you remember me?"

She waited for any indication that the other girl understood her, but finding none, she continued anyway. "Katie, we want to help you and we need to find Fred and Angelina. Can you help us?"

Katie continued staring off into the distance and Fred was growing more and more frustrated by the minute.

"Katie!" he shouted, getting right in the girl's face and grabbing her shoulders. "Katie, snap out of it. Tell us what is going on."

"Fred, that is not helping," Hermione said, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from her. "She's not going to answer."

"Well, then what do you suggest we do now, Granger? Katie is sitting there like a wet mop, Alicia is completely useless, and yet George and Angelina are still missing."

"Hey, I resent that," Alicia said, standing up defensively.

"Well, you've known about this for two weeks, didn't bother to tell anyone, can't give us any helpful information…"

"I did try to help Katie. Just because I didn't tell you doesn't mean I wasn't doing anything."

"STOP. IT. Both of you," Hermione ordered, her voice shouting over her two bickering friends. "Arguing isn't helping anyone. And Fred, stop being so insensitive."

"Yes, ma'am," he said sarcastically, but quieted down nonetheless and plopped down on the couch with an elaborate sigh. "Well, what now then, brightest witch of her age?"

Choosing to ignore his snarkiness, she sat down to think. "Alicia, what do you remember about that day? Every detail. Don't leave anything out."

"Yeah, do enlighten us," Fred said, the sarcasm dripping from his voice, but said nothing else after a glare from Hermione.

"Well," Alicia began, her face looking down towards her hands that she was subconsciously rubbing together, "not a lot, honestly. I came over to meet Angelina and Katie so we could head to lunch and when I got here Angelina bailed on us."

"What do you mean?"

"She was acting pretty strangely, kind of zombie like to be honest, like her mind was somewhere else. She told us she had to go meet George. It was unusual for Angelina to ditch us for a guy, but we figured they had a fight or something and that was why she was being so weird."

"Did she say where she was going?" Hermione asked, the bad feeling deep in her stomach growing stronger the longer the other girl talked.

"She mentioned the shop..." Both girls turned to look at Fred. His eyes widening in surprise as the attention shifted to his own memories of that day.

"Well, I don't know, George was at the shop every day," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Until he wasn't any more, I mean."

"Fred, think back," urged Hermione, "to the last day you saw George. Did you see Angelina? Was it at the shop? Did they say anything that seemed odd to you?"

"Give a man a moment to think, woman. I didn't know anything was wrong at the time, did I? So it doesn't exactly stand out."

"You have to try to remember. It may be the only clue we have to George and Angelina's whereabouts."

"Well, it was a Tuesday, I know that, because George wasn't there to help me when the new stock arrived on Wednesday. That was when I first started to grow suspicious. Let's see I always go to Fortescue's for lunch on Tuesday-"

"You eat ice cream for lunch every Tuesday?" Hermione interrupted.

"Yes, it's how I keep my girlish figure. Now, if you don't mind, I'm trying to think."

"Wait, yes," Fred nodded. "I do remember something. Angelina came by, which wasn't unusual, mind you, but what was weird was that George asked for the afternoon off so they could go to lunch in Muggle London."

"I take it they didn't normally do that?" asked Hermione.

"No, George never went to that part of town. Why would he? Oh, stop giving me that look Granger. You know I have nothing against muggles, but we have everything we need in the wizarding world."

"Okay, then," Hermione said, her expression softening a little, "I guess that's a start. Alicia, did you still go to lunch with Katie that day?"

"Yes," the other girl said, a look of panic growing on her face as she started swaying back and forth nervously glancing back and forth between them and Katie.

"What, what is it, Alicia? Are you remembering something?"

The other girl slowly nodded her head. "Yes, I went to lunch with Katie that day. In Muggle London."