Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, therefore: I don't own Harry Potter. I write for fun, and I am not making any profit out of it.

Chapter One

The Rescue

A soft hoot at the window still of the small bedroom of number 4, Privet Drive went unnoticed by the room's only inhabitant. It was not the room's occupant's fault, after all he was beaten an inch shy from death and was currently laying unconsciousness on the floor.

The owl responsible for the previous hoot entered the room looking for the person who will relieve her from her massage. When she finally spotted the unconsciousness boy on the floor, she flew down and landed on his shoulder then she hooted again but received no answer.

She nipped his ears slightly but again was greeted by silence. Getting annoyed by this strange human and his non-responding, she flew of off his shoulder and landed on the floor right in front of his face then hooted again.

Once, twice, and trice. Still no response. Getting tired from being ignored she finally flew up from the floor then out of the window going back home with the scroll of parchment undelivered and still tied to her leg.

XOXOXOXOX

When the dawn broke out in Surrey announcing the beginning of a new day, the residents of Privet Drive Street stirred and started to wake up. The preparations for the new day ahead of those residents went on like it normally do. The sounds of doors opening and closing, engines burring to life and children running around in the street shouting their cheerful goodbyes for their departing parents was the theme of those early hours of every morning.

Number 4, Privet Drive was no exception to those early hours' activities. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley got up, showered, changed their cloths then ate breakfast together. After breakfast, Mrs. Dursley walked with her husband to the front door and kissed him goodbye like every morning before turning around and heading back inside. To the inexperienced eyes, everything was perfectly normal, but to Mrs. Petunia Dursley's expert eyes, some thing was definitely wrong. She harried up the stairs and went straight to he nephew's room but as she rested her hand on the door knob she hesitated.

She'll admit that she was occupied with her little Dudders yesterday, but she couldn't deny the mad gleam in her husband's eyes as he harried up the stairs after the boy. So, she tried to distract herself and focused more on her poor baby. Finally, Vernon came down the stairs, sweating and out of breath. She could only stair at his blooded shirt and shoe as he announced that he had taken care of the boy. She knew that deep down she understood what he meant with that but she was still denying it.

But now, now the boy's window was open and there was an owl sitting on his window still. What would the neighbors say if they saw it? She will just step in, shoo the damn bird, close the window and then step out. She took a long breath then opened the door, and with her eyes locked on the window she took quick and brisk steps toward it. From the corner of her eyes, she could see the figure on the floor but she just ignored it.

"Shoo!" she hissed out of the window "Go away you damn thing!" she continued while waving her arms franticly in the bird's direction.

The owl flow of the window still but didn't take off. It just kept flying right outside the window while looking annoyingly at the frantic woman.

"Shoo!" Petunia hissed again but the results didn't change.

Annoyed, she slammed the window shut. She doesn't care if the damn bird wanted to stay here, eventually the bloody thing will get hungry or tired and go back to where it came from. Turning around, she jumped up in surprise when she noticed a movement from the direction of the bed. An owl! Her head snapped to the window but the owl was still there, flying in annoyance in front of the closed window. Another owl! How many people are trying to reach the boy exactly? It doesn't matter.

"fine." She snapped in the direction of the bed. "You can stay here and starve it you want to."

Without another word (or glance), she stormed out of the room and slammed the door and locks shut. Feeling exhausted and drained out, emotionally more than physically, she leaned on the wall in front of the boy's room. It had to be done, she told herself, Vernon had no choice. He was protecting the family, he is protecting us. She took a deep breath and let it out. They were a normal family now, the boy and his abnormality can no longer affect them. He won't hurt us; he won't hurt Dudley ever again. She kept telling herself over and over until her heart slowed down and her breathing went back to normal.

Fixing her apron, she went down the stairs but her mind was still working. She entered the kitchen and busied her hands with preparing Dudley's breakfast while she thought. She still has to talk with Vernon tonight. If those freaks were desperate to talk with the boy –and judging by the number and persistence of those owls, they were- they will have to be prepared for a visit from them soon. They will have to think of a way to drive those freaks away without any confrontation, maybe if they told them that he ran away from here –which isn't that far fetch seeing as that is what the boy was actually planning- they will leave. Never mind now, they will think of something later.

XOXOXOXOX

Harry jumped out of unconsciousness with a startle, and then he cursed under his breath because his startled jump managed to jolt all of his injuries and the pain was threatening to take him down under once more. He didn't really mind being unconscious, it numbed the pain, a little. What he really mined was the fact that he was still alive; he was more annoyed for being so rudely awakened with out even knowing what had jerked him back to the land of the living. Then he heard movement right outside the door followed closely by his aunt's brisk footsteps going down the stairs.

Huh, what do you know! She was the reason that he is awake. Was she actually here in the room? But why? Out of the corner of his eyes, Harry noticed that the curtains were no longer moving. Ooooh, she was closing the window, of course, don't want the neighbors to smell the stench of death that will be coming out of it soon now, do we? He thought bitterly.

Stupid death, he thought angrily, why wouldn't it claim me already? Why wasn't he walking toward the bright light at the end of the tunnel already? And where is the bloody tunnel anyway? Stupid muggles and their myths got his hoped up for nothing! Right now he didn't really care if death merely meant ceasing to exist. If you don't exist, you can't feel pain, right? Come on already, he hissed to himself, die.

Nope, not working, still alive and very much in pain. He sighted in annoyance and closed his eyes, maybe if he stopped thinking he'll fall back into unconsciousness.

XOXOXOXOX

Arthur Wesley sat quietly in the kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld Place, the order meeting had just ended and most of the members were making their way back home whether through the floo or the front door. The only ones left with him were his wife, Tonks, Lupin and, of course, Black- as this was his family house.

His wife, Molly, was moving around the kitchen preparing dinner for those who stayed in Headquarters. His family was among those. They had all –minus Percy- relocated to Headquarters a couple of days ago. Hermione Granger, one of his son's best friends had joined them shortly after. Plans were already on the making for Harry Potter's arrival when the dementors attacked him and his relative. In the mess that followed, they were forced to postpone them.

He sent the boy a quick note urging him to stay put until Dumbledore fix the mess. For a second he was afraid that he was too late because he was at the ministry at the time of the attack and had to come back to use Errol in order to avoid using one of the ministry's owls, but Molly assured him later when he was finally back from the ministry for the night that the order communicated with Figg and that she assured them that Harry hadn't left the house.

Molly also told him that Sirius had sent a similar note to his godson advising him to stay indoors at all costs. Oh boy, with two massages from the ministry –one is informing Harry of his expulsion and another telling him that he was suspended until the hearing- one from him and another form Sirius, bring the total to four massages. The little suburb house in Surrey will be more like an owlery than a house.

Errol wasn't back yet, but he wasn't really concerned with that, the ancient owl usually took more than three or four rest breaks in each delivery no matter how short the distance.

"The owl that I sent to Harry isn't back yet." a voice said, unknowingly taking Mr. Wesley's same line of thought.

Looking up, Arthur saw the annoyed look on Sirius' face.

"I told her not to wait for a reply" he continued "It is almost a full day since I sent her."

"Maybe Harry told her to wait" Tonks, one of the youngest order members and also Sirius' cousin, said.

"If Harry wanted to reply he would have sent Hedwig, his own owl" Sirius retorted.

Tonks was about to answer him, trying to calm him no doubt, as he was getting rather fed up and depressed with being cooped up in this gloomy house, but she was cut off by Molly.

"Actually, I am with Sirius on this one. There is something worrying about this silence" she said, joining the conversation for the first time since the meeting was over.

Arthur turned in his chair to look at his wife, she was pointing her wand at the self stirring pot on the cooker but she was facing the table's occupant.

"How so?" he persuaded her to explain farther.

"Well," she said "don't you think that Harry would have sent something already? Even if we hadn't, he would have sent Hedwig by now demanding information.

"Look! Harry is a dear, really, I adore him like one of my own, but he is still a teenage and he had been through a lot lately. If I were him I would be bursting with annoyance by now." she explained.

"This is what I expected as well, but this silence is…" Sirius started but was cut off when a whoosh of wings followed closely by a smack announced the arrival of Errol.

They all stared at the unconscious owl at the foot of the wall after flying head first into it, then Lupin who was sitting silently so far stood up and carried the owl back to the table.

"Oh the poor thing" exclaimed Tonks looking at the owl "it hurt itself, look there is blood"

"It didn't" Lupin answered stiffly, he had also noticed the blood "this is human blood"

"What? How did you kno…" Tonks started then she looked sheepish "Oh, right!"

But Arthur didn't hear all of this, because as he looked down at the scroll he recognized that it as his own. He reached out and took it from the bird's leg and then looked up to find four eyes glued to his hand.

"It is my own note," Arthur finally found his voice "it wasn't opened; I don't think it was delivered."

But the undelivered status of the note wasn't their main concern at the moment, for the note was soaked in blood.

XOXOXOXOX

Ron Wesley was having the worst day ever, scratch that, it was the worst vacation ever. Not only was he stuck at this dark and gloomy house with endless chores, he was also denied any information regarding the outside world. It was frustrating to know that as he was stuck in the drawing room, the order was having a meeting just down stairs and they were discussing you-know-who and his followers.

Looking at his watch, Ron reasoned that the meeting was almost over- after all, his mother did tell them to come downstairs for dinner at seven and it was ten minuets to sever right now. He looked up and saw that both Ginny and Hermione were sporting angry scowls as they sorter the content of one of the cupboard. He could not really blame them; after all, he felt the same way toward the adults for being denied attending the order meeting.

"I think it is time to go wash up," he told the two girls "we will go down for dinner in ten minutes." He explained while taping on his watch.

As the three teens ascended the stairs toward their rooms, Ron was lost once more in his thoughts. His anger rose once more but this time it was for his best friend not for himself. Because even if he was denied information, living in headquarters insure that he get to hear a word or two every now and then. But Harry was stuck at the muggle world with his hatful relative and was completely cut out from the wizerding world.

…and then last night when the dementors attacked him.

When Ron finally reached his bedroom he noticed the snowy white owl waiting patiently for him on the window still and had to suppress a groan. He walked over to the window and opened it to let the bird inside but instead to landing on his extended hand to be relived of her message she simply flew gracefully and landed on Pig's perch.

"Hey girl," he said as he approached her carefully –wouldn't want a repeat from her last visit when she scratched him for his short message- because he could have swear that she was looking at him accusingly "I know that you are mad at me, and I know that Harry is as well. You have every right but I don't know what to do! But…"

Ron's rant at the bird was cut short when he noticed that she didn't have a message. He glared at the bird and she glared back. "Where the h…" again he was cut short when he discovered how ridicules he looks, arguing with an owl. He shook his head and left the owl to here own. As he washed up and got ready to dinner, he couldn't shack the feeling of foreboding that got hold of him since he saw the empty legged bird.

When Ron and company reached the kitchen 15 minutes after Errol's arrival with the unopened and blooded scroll they were faced by utter chaos. The number that was gathering in the kitchen was significantly smaller that the usual order meeting number but they were definitely louder. Everyone was shouting, the loudest among the group were Sirius and Mad-Eye Moody, who were standing on opposite sides of the table screaming at each other.

"He is my godson; I have every right to be there." Sirius bellowed.

"You are reckless, black." Moody grumbled back "You will blow the whole operation off and get yourself and the rest of us killed"

Ron looked around to the other occupant of the room and found Hestia Jones and Dedalus Diggle arguing in the far corner about something but Sirius and Mad-Eye's shouting match was drowning them out. He could also see his brother bill talking urgently with his father and his mother looking rather angry while in the middle of a conversation with the headmaster.

He was pleased to see Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt talking quietly in front of the fire place. those two are two of the calmest people that Ron had ever meet, if someone can be calm and collective enough to fill the teens in, those two can.

"You and your bloody constant vigilance will take forever to reach him" Sirius was still shouting.

"Sirius, please calm down, you…" Ron could hear Tonks trying to calm her cousin down before the floo flared to announce the arrival of someone else.

"'Lo everybody, what did I miss?" Mundungus Fletcher asked cheerfully, but before anyone could answer him, a shrill voice bellowed in the kitchen, successfully cutting out all the current conversations- and shouting.

"You!" Ron heard his mother screeched, and was rather glad that that particular 'you!' was not directed at him. "It is all your fault."

What the hell happened?! Ron wondered still lost for words, and for the moment forgetting that he was actually headed to Lupin to ask what is going on. He was having a sense of déjà vu, his mother was shrieking just like that at the exact same person last night. Wait a minute! Was that it?! Ron was starting to panic now. Was Harry attacked again?!

Ron was now determined to get answers regarding this chaos; he resumed his way toward Lupin and Shacklebolt but was stopped on his track. Someone grabbed his collar and was tugging him back.

"What the…" but he stopped mid sentence when he turned around and found himself face to face with his mother's fuming face.

"I said out!" she said sternly half-pulling, half- dragging him toward the door "and that mean all of you!"

Ron could see his siblings and Hermione standing outside of the kitchen looking rather annoyed.

"But Mum-" but his protests were cut short when the door slammed in his face.

"Well, that was informative" he said angrily to no one in particular, still facing the door.

"I think something else happened with Harry" Hermione said with worry in her voice and Ron turned sharply to look at her. So he was right?!

"Why do you say that?" Fred and George asked at the same moment.

"Sirius kept saying 'he is my godson', they were talking about Harry." she answered while worrying her lips between her teeth.

"What do you think happened?" Ginny asked sounding quite worried as well. "Surely it can't be worse than a dementor attack."

"You don't reckon the death eaters got hold on him, do you?" Ron asked, voicing their thoughts.

"I don't know." Hermione answered "I just wish they would tell us what is going on" she said sounding as frustrated as he felt.

XOXOXOXOX

A full hour and a half later the rescue team was finally on the move. Remus was glad that they could finally convince Sirius to stay behind. He was at the moment waiting for them on one of the disused rooms that was going to serve as a temporally hospital wing for the order latest rescue missions. Dumbledore altered the ward on this room himself to allow the access of only the three portkeys that he and his two companions carried.

Because they don't know what they are walking into, the rescue team was divided into two teams. The bigger team would apparate to different locations all around Privet Drive in order to present cover from any unwanted companies. The smaller group which consists of Mad-Eye, Tonks and himself would floo to Ms, Figg's house and would be responsible for retrieving Harry and his relative to the Headquarter.

Mad-Eye will retrieve the adults; Tonks will head for the cousin while he will head for Harry since he is the only one who Harry is familiar with. When Remus finally stepped out of the fire place at Ms. Figg's house he found Mad-Eye already positioned next to the window and looking outside, waiting for the signal that say 'all was clear' and that they could cross the street to number four. Tonks was talking with Ms. Figg and was looking rather puzzled.

"What is the matter?" Remus asked.

"The Dursleys are not home." Ms. Figg said.

"Looks like we won't be needing the other two portkeys after all." Mad-Eye grumped.

"But Harry is hurt." Remus said "It was his blood on the scroll, how could they leave him hurt and go outside"

"maybe-" Tonks starter but Mad-Eye spook before she could get more that one word out.

"This is our signal, let's stop guessing and go ask the lad, alright?" he growled.

After five minutes they were finally ascending the stairs to the second floor of number four Privet Drive.

"Are we sure that Harry is here?" Tonks asked "It seems awfully quite."

Mad-eye stopped in front of each door for a second and Remus could tell that he was scanning the rooms for any sign of the target of their mission. Finally he stopped in front of one door that had several locks on it and after his magical eye scanned beyond the door he scowled so deeply and japed his wand at the locks to unlock them. After putting a hand on the door knob he turned and looked at Remus and seemed rather sympathetic.

"It is not a nice sight" he said not unkindly "maybe you should wait here"

Remus felt his heart jump all the way up to his throat. He pushed past Mad-Eye and turned the handle to open the door then froze at the door way in shock. Harry was down on the floor on his side, he was facing the bed with his back toward them. As Remus got closer he noticed that he was cradling his right arm to himself and that his left leg took an awkward angle. He also noticed how pale and clammy he looked but what worried him the most was the large pool of dried blood that was covering most of the floor.

"Harry!" he whispered "Harry, can you hear me?"

It took a couple of minutes to finally get Harry around since Remus was really reluctant to touch him, in fear of jolting any yet unnoticed injures. But eventually he had to put a hand on Harry's shoulder and when Harry finally came around he wasn't fully consciousness and appeared to be in so much pain.

Remus could feel Harry skin burning even through the fabric of his shirt and when Harry's eyes looked at him they were blurry and unfocused, he kept blinking at him owlishly.

"Harry!" Remus urged again.

"P-P'fsor!" Harry's word was slurry but recognition shone through his face.

"Yes, Harry." Remus answered "we will get you out of here."

"Y-yes." relief was very clear in Harry's face.

"Where are your things?" Remus asked as he looked around the room.

"Trunk" Harry started then swallowed hard. "Pocket."

"Your school trunk is in your pocket" Remus clarified.

Harry nodded then snapped his eyes shut in pain at the movement.

"Rucksack" Harry rasped "bed"

Remus Looked up and saw the rucksack but before he moved he found Tonks standing by the bed and reaching out for it.

"Is that all Harry?" Remus asked.

"Y-Ye-" Harry started then looked panicked "NO!"

"It is alright Harry, we will bring everything." Remus assured him "What else?"

"Wand, a-and…" Harry took a shuddering breath "loose board… under bed."

"Where is the wand?" Remus asked as he moved to look under the bed. But when no reply came he panicked quickly "Harry!"

"I'll look under the bed, you stay with him." Tonks said as she moved behind him.

Harry was already unconscious, so Remus grabbed the thin Duvet that lay on his bed to wrapped it around him, as he grabbed the material something ruffled and took off the bed. It was and owl. Tonks squeaked then looked ashamed of herself for the rather undignified sound before composing herself and looking at Remus.

"Erm, is that his owl?" she asked

"No, his owl is snowy white" Remus asked confused, he had only seen the owl once but he was quite sure because of how stunning the owl looked.

"Oh, that is actually the owl that Sirius sent," Tonks said recognizing Sirius' hand writing on the parchment. "I'll open the window for her to leave once we are done here."

Tonks then reached under the bed and come back with a floorboard then dived back under the bed and kept retrieving items and putting them in the rucksack.

"That is all the things in the hiding place under the bed" she announced "but I can't find his wand"

"Try 'accio'" Remus suggested.

"Oh" Tonks turned bright red before she accioed the wand from under the bed.

Mad-Eye limbed back into the room and growled at them, annoyed that they were taking that long. When they were sure everything is backed and Harry was securely wrapped in his duvet, Remus scoped him up in his arm and followed Mad-Eye back down the stairs.

Once he crossed the gate of number four Privet Drive and were sure that they were will beyond the ward, Remus reached into his pocket and extracted the inkwell that Dumbledore transformed into a portkey for him and his charge and tapped it with his wand and it wasn't a second later that the street vanished from around him and was replaced with their makeshift 'hospital wing'.

XOXOXOXOX

Sirius was going out of his mind with worry; he can't believe that he let them convince him to stay behind. He only agreed because he wanted them to go on already and get Harry out of there but he thought that they would be back already.

He had done all he could think about. Retrieve madam Pomfrey, (Check!). Tranfegrate the couch, two armchairs and the coffee table in the room into four hospital beds, (Check!). Make sure there are plenty of emergency and first aid potions, (Check!). Now both he and madam Pomfrey were pacing the room in anticipation.

The door opened and both of them looked up but it was only Molly.

"I made sandwiches for the kids to eat up in their rooms and then sent them to bed" she informed them "I though it would be better if we were not interrupted once they come back with Harry and his relatives."

"Yeah, that is good" Sirius answered seemingly distracted.

"Sirius…" Molly started but never got to finish as the figure of Remus metalized in the middle of the room.

Sirius was annoyed when he noticed that no one is standing beside him but he paled as he recognized what -or rather who- Remus was holding.

"Harry!" Sirius shouted as he heard Molly and Pomfrey gasp from behind him.

Remus was barely standing still for half a second after he arrived, then he rushed to the nearest bed and lowered Harry gently on it. Madam Pomfrey was hot on his heal and as soon as Harry was safely on the bed she pushed him out of the way and started to cast diagnostic spells. Sirius was already on the other side of the bed with his hand hovering over Harry's left arm seeming like he wanted to hold it to make sure that his godson was really there. It was very obvious that he was exercising a great deal of self-restraint to keep his hands in the air.

Remus turned around the bed and came to stand beside his friend, leaving the space beside madam Pomfrey to Molly since she had more knowledge in the medical area and was more likely to be helpful to the mediwitch rather than a burden.

"Moony," Sirius breathed

"I know" Remus told his childhood friend, neither of them could stand the broken form of their best friend's son.

They both heard a thud and turned around to find Tonks tangled on the floor with the discarded duvet; Remus went over to help her.

When she was finally upright she put Harry rucksack beside the door and then turned and gave Sirius an envelope. Sirius looked at her puzzled.

"We found the owl you sent to Harry in his room with the scroll unopened" she explained "when I opened the window for her to let her out, I found another owl waiting outside the window"

"It is from the ministry of magic" Sirius observed as he took the envelop.

"Yeah, I think that this is the one where they told him that he was suspended rather than expelled till the hearing" Tonks said with a grimace "I found the first one on his bed beside the rucksack and put it in there."

"Alright" Sirius said seemingly in a daze then he looked back to the bed and saw that the mediwitch was still fussing around his godson.

XOXOXOXOX

Half an hour after being kicked out of the kitchen found Hermione sitting on her bed in the room that she shared with Ginny in Grimmauld Place patting her cat. She was fuming! How could they kick them out like that when something was obviously wrong with Harry? How could they expect them to sit quietly like that with no explanation at all? Especially after what happened last night!

A hiss drove her out of her thought and she had to force herself to calm down after her pats turned rather forceful and drove and the angry Crookshanks out of her arms and under the bed. After taking a couple of calming breathes she looked up to see Ginny pacing the room in a similar mood.

Feeling her recently calmed anger rising again, this time with a hint of fear for her absent friend, she stood up. Ginny stopped and looked at her in confusion.

"Come on, let's go see Ron." She told the other girl and then left the room heading to Ron's room.

After knocking and hearing the soft "come in", she opened the room and looked around for her friend. When her eyes finally landed on him, sitting on his bed with his back probed on the headboard, she open her mouth to speak but was shocked into silence when she noticed the snowy white owl that was perched on his arm.

Ron didn't look up; he just kept running his fingers gently down the owl's feathers with an air of defeat.

She heard Ginny sigh next to her, then the younger girl passed her and she headed to sit by her older brother.

"Budge aside, well you?" Ginny nudge Ron and then sat next to him when he moved. "When did she come?" she asked indicating the owl.

"I don't know" was Ron's reply "I found her in here when we came up stairs to wash before dinner, and then with what happened down there I forgot to say that she was here."

Hermione frowned as she looked at her friend. "What did Harry write about the attack?" she asked as she moved closer to the two Wesley siblings.

"He didn't. Hedwig came without messages." Ron's shoulders slumbered after he said that. Hermione sat heavily on the bed starting to get a really nasty feeling in the bit of her stomach as she began to realize what got Ron in this mood.

"She didn't?" Ginny asked finally with confusion evident in her voice.

Ron finally looked up from the owl and looked eyes with Hermione. "What if she'd been here all day? I didn't return to the room since I left this morning for breakfast."

Hermione really didn't know what to say. Ron was looking at her with an unreadable look on his face; his eyes almost pleading her to say something that would make him feel better. As she opened her mouth, to say what she didn't know, but just to say anything, a loud Crack! interrupted her and she was almost thankful to the twins for saving her and distracting Ron.

"Where were you two?" Ron started but upon seeing his older brother's serious faces he asked in a hurry. "What is the matter? Is it Harry?"

Hermione was taken back as well with the uncharacteristic look on the twins' faces. The twin moved closer and sat down on the unused bed that was to be Harry's when he finally joins them.

"He is hurt." One of the twins said.

"We don't know what happened." The other continued.

"Neither does the order, apparently."

"Kingsley -he is the one standing guard tonight- say's that there was nothing unusual."

"Then why does the order think that he is hurt." Ginny asked.

"Dad sent Harry a note yesterday and apparently it came back sometime after the order's meeting. It was unopened and blooded."

Silence fall on the group of teenagers as they processed the information.

"Bloody hell!" Ron finally said. "Damn it Hermione! Something happened and he sent Hedwig to warn us and we didn't help him because I didn't see her."

"Ron…" Ginny started but Ron cut her off by jumping of the bed.

He started pacing around the room muttering quietly to himself. Hermione could hear the occasional some friend, danger, bloody dementors and damn guards. When the twin, Ginny and Hermione finally managed to calm him down they all sat quietly, each of them lost into their own thoughts. The twin stood up said they have to see to something in their rooms then left with a crack!

Mrs. Wesley brought them sandwiches for dinner and told them to eat in the room, said that she well be back in a bit then she left the room pointy ignoring all of their questions and inquiries about what is going on.

Hermione felt her anger rise and was adamant to get some answers when Mrs. Wesley returns. But when the older woman came back to retrieve the almost untouched tray of food –which was saying a lot about Ron's current mood- Hermione felt her anger deflating. The woman looked tired and there was a hint of fearfulness in her face.

After being ushered along with Ginny back to their room and ordered to bed, Hermione simply caught the older woman's wrist as she moved to leave the room and looked into her eyes pleadingly.

"Please, at least tell me… is he okay?" she asked as she felt the tears prickling her eyes.

Mrs. Wesley's face softened as she patted Hermione's hand.

"We don't know yet, dear." She told her "But we will find soon enough. Now get some sleep so you'd be properly rested when he comes." And with that she turned and left the room.

A/N: alright folks, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I don't know if you have noticed, but I edited it a bit, actually I edited it A LOT! It is almost twice as long as it used to be when I first posted it.

And of course, leave me a review. Constructive criticism is highly acceptable and encouraged. =)