Harry fell to the ground, gasping for breath. I wasn't fast enough… they got him… he felt like he might cry. Ron's hand was on his shoulder.

"Come on, mate. You have to get up."

"They took him…"

"Yes, they did."

"They took him…"

"You have to get up. There's no sense in staying on the ground."

"They took him…"

"Harry…"

Harry stood up slowly. He was quiet and still breathing deeply, looking at where the group of death eaters had just been. He turned to Ron. "Tell them to get the others back to the castle." Harry started walking away.

Ron stopped him. "Wait. Where're you going?"

"I have to tell Ginny. She should know…"

"Take it easy, mate. We'll find him. We always do."

Harry nodded and continued walking. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going until he realized that he was at McGonagall's office again. He pushed her office door open slowly.

They all looked up when he entered. The other girl, Katie, jumped up immediately. "Professor…"

Harry looked up at McGonagall. She nodded and went to Katie. Harry passed her up and went to Molly. "Come on Molly. We have to go."

"What happened?" Molly asked.

"We have to go home now." He led her into the fireplace. As they disappeared, Harry could see Katie falling onto the ground in tears.

Harry and Molly arrived into the kitchen a short time later. Ginny was at the table waiting for them. She stood up when they stepped out of the fireplace.

Molly went forward and hugged her mother. Ginny took her in, but kept her eyes on Harry. She could see that something was wrong. "Molly… take the rest of them upstairs."

Molly stepped back, looked at her parents, and then left. Ginny and Harry didn't move. She was waiting for him to talk.

Harry closed his eyes and dropped his head. "He went to Hogsmeade." If Ginny was upset about that, she didn't show it. She came to him and wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back. "I tried, but…"

"Don't. It wasn't your fault."

"If I -"

"He's just as stubborn and stupid as any teenager ever was. He's thirteen and he thinks he knows everything about the world. You couldn't have stopped him."

"They shouldn't have let anyone go. Then he wouldn't have thought that -"

"Stop it. He wanted to go, and he went. Maybe this will teach him to listen to us every once in a while."

"You don't sound very upset about this."

"I never said I wasn't. The point is there's no use getting upset about something that's already happened. Unless you've got a time turner hidden somewhere, we can't go back to fix it. We have to move on and find a way to get him back."

"I don't even know where they could have taken him."

"We'll find him. Don't worry."

Suddenly the fireplace behind Harry went green. Hermione and Ron came running out of it. "We're here," said Hermione.

Harry must have looked confused. "Oh, come on. You don't think we'd let you have all the fun?" Ron said, putting his arm around Harry's shoulders.

"I'm glad you find this amusing," Harry mumbled.

"He's only joking Harry," Hermione said. "We're here to help."

"Good luck getting anywhere," said Harry, taking a seat at the table. "I don't even know where to start."

Ron sat down next to him. "Well, we'll have to think of every place they could be, and narrow it down until we find them."

"That would take too long."

"There is a large amount of research that shows that the brain functions better after it is well rested," Hermione said, raising her eyebrows at him.

"She's right." Ginny came to Harry and pulled Harry up. "Come on."

"What?"

"Come with me."

"I'm not tired."

"You are tired. You just don't realize it."

"Ginny, I'm too stressed to be tired right now."

"You'll sleep. I promise you will."

"Gin -"

"Don't make me stun you," Hermione said, holding her wand to his head.

Harry sighed. "Fine." Ginny walked with him. Harry sat on the bed, and Ginny handed him a cup. "What's this?"

"Water."

"Right…"

"Just drink it. Think I would poison you? There are much easier ways to kill you. I could leave a venomous tentacular in the bathroom, or accidentally leave a screaming mandrake outside, or..."

"Okay, okay." He took the cup from her and drank it. Right after he swallowed it, he could tell that it wasn't just water. "You're evil."

She pushed him back. "I know. You wouldn't really sleep without some help." She slid a pillow under his head. "Just sleep. We'll figure this out."