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Chapter 6

Looking

"Hermione, WAKE UP!"

Hermione was startlingly awoken by someone screaming and pounding at her side. She wasn't sure who it was and couldn't detect who it was by their voice, because she was half asleep. She had a feeling it was Ginny, because she knew Harry would never try to wake her up in this way. Whoever it was, she hoped that they didn't wake Emily, but she knew they must have.

"What Ginny?" Hermione asked without completely opening her eyes.

"Harry's gone." She said, disappointedly.

"What?" Hermione said, jumping up in her bed, not exactly sure she heard her correctly.

"Yes, Harry's gone. He wasn't in bed when I woke up this morning."

Hermione thought for a moment. She didn't know why Harry would leave, he usually tried to resolve situations like this, not just leave them.

"He must just be somewhere down stairs." She said, still thinking.

"I checked down there, and all throughout the house, he's not here."

"What about your parent's house or somewhere with Ron?" Hermione said, trying to come up with different possibilities.

"Neither. Now GET UP, we have to find him."

Hermione looked past Ginny and noticed that Emily was most definitely awake. She was still lying in bed, being very quiet and pretending to be asleep so that she could listen in on the conversation. Hermione watched her for a little longer and could tell she was awake, because her feet were slightly moving around the bottom of her bed. Emily had pretended to sleep plenty of times before to listen in and watch her mother.

"What about Emily?" Hermione asked.

"She can go to my mum's house while we try and find him."

"Ms. Weasley won't say anything about it?"

"No of course not."

"Then can you leave me alone so I can get dressed?" Hermione said with a slight bit of attitude.

She knew Harry was fine and just wanted some time alone, away from Ginny. She was starting to get on her nerves, a lot. Plus, if Harry wasn't alright, Hermione would be able to tell, somehow. She could always tell when something was wrong with him, even before she came back to him for the wedding. It must have been something that grew along with there long lasting friendship.

Ginny quietly left wanting Hermione to get dressed as fast as she could. She slammed the door hoping this would help to quicken her pace. Unfortunately, it didn't. Clearly Ginny didn't understand how hard it was to get a toddler dressed.

Hermione got dressed very fast, but when she got to Emily, she knew that would be harder. Of course she had to struggle with her to get each piece of her outfit on. She did get them dressed a lot faster than normal, but it wasn't good enough for Ginny.

"What the HELL took you so long?" Ginny asked. She was very frustrated and wanted Harry home.

Hermione heard Ginny swear, she looked down at Emily. Knowing her, she would run around repeating to everyone what Ginny just said. That was the reason why Hermione never swore, or at least not in front of Emily. She glared at Ginny, and then picked up her daughter.

Together they apparated to the Weasley House. This time she didn't have time to think about the feeling that Emily might have gotten from this way of transportation. All she wanted to do was get away from Ginny and her lousy attitude.

The two of them arrived at Ginny's old house. She already apparated off somewhere else, in hopes of finding Harry very soon.

Mrs. Weasley was standing right inside the door of the house pacing the floor awaiting their arrival. She seemed to already know the whole story and Hermione figured she must have filled her in earlier.

"Are you sure you don't mind watching her?" Hermione asked, being polite. She knew that it would be very hard for Mrs. Weasley to watch Emily, since she was so young and all. Emily was like every other child, she loved to run around and have her own little adventures. Now that Hermione thought about it that was another trait she developed from Harry.

"Of course its fine, dear, it's always fine. Plus, it's for my Ginny and Harry. They are a really cute couple and I can't wait to see them get married.

"Yeah I know," Hermione said softly, lying like she had been since she had first gotten back to the wizarding world.

"Do you know what their fighting over?" Mrs. Weasley asked her, trying to get some gossip. "Ginny didn't tell me the reason just that they were fighting.

"I don't really know. Hermione answered, still lying. What was she going to tell her, that they were fighting over her and Emily? That wouldn't look or sound good.

"Do you think you'll find him?" she asked.

"Of course we will." Hermione said with no hesitation. She knew Harry like the back of her hand, or at least she used to. She had a few ideas of where he would be, and she had a big feeling she would find him there.

"I better get going." Hermione said. She picked up Emily and gave her a hug and a kiss in which Emily gave back in return.

"Bye Mommy."

"Bye honey."

Hermione placed her back on the floor from their hug and then quickly apparated off.

She apparated to the first place that she had the biggest feeling Harry would be. Unfortunately, this place had a certain spell cast around it that wouldn't let anyone apparate directly into it. Instead, she had to apparate to the next best and closest place, Hogsmeade. Yes, the place Hermione believed Harry to be in was at Hogwarts. She arrived at Hogsmeade but had no idea how to get to Hogwarts from there on. She knew that if she had to walk across and go through the forbidden forest, it would take hours. She always didn't remember any of the ways Harry used to use to get there back in their third year. She started to walk around Hogsmeade unsure of how she was going to get to Hogwarts fast.

Hermione began to day dream, trying to think of a way to get there. When she did this, she walked right into someone. This was very unusual because Hogsmeade was very quiet and people were scarce. She believed that this was because most of the people that were usually here were sitting in class, over at Hogwarts.

"Sorry," Hermione said after pumping into the very tall man.

"'Ermione?" he said. Hermione knew that voice; she had heard it before, plenty of times before. This was a very long time ago, but she still could recognize it and the man's accent without even looking up at him.

"Hagrid," She said. She looked up and noticed that it was him. She quickly embraced him in a huge hug; she hadn't seen him in years.

"What are you doing 'ere?" he asked her.

"I'm looking for Harry have you seen him? I believe he may be at Hogwarts." Hermione said.

"No, I haven't seen him in awhile either. But then again, I haven't been at "ogwarts all day either." He answered.

"Great," Hermione said sarcastically. "I was hoping you would have seen him, that way I wouldn't be looking over here for nothing and wasting so much time. Do you know of a way to get there?"

"It would take a while to walk over there. Hours even." Hagrid then tried to think of a way for Hermione to get over there much quicker. "What about flying?"

"F…Fl…flying?" Hermione said, choking on her own words. She had always hated flying ever since her first year at Hogwarts. She also didn't like heights to much either. There was only one other time she had flown, and that was Harry back when they were in school. Now she was afraid to fly, especially alone.

"Let's go get the broom. Madam Rosmerta has one. "

"But…" Hermione stammered.

"You do want to find Harry right?"

"Yeah," she said, quickly shutting her mouth. She had to ride on it to find Harry. It was for Harry.

"Come on then." Hagrid demanded.

"Madam Rosmerta doesn't really like me to well. Why don't you go get it and ill wait here?"

Hagrid ran over to the Three Broomsticks to fetch the broom. He was back very quick, much to Hermione's dissatisfaction.

"'ere 'ermione." He said in his usually jolly voice.

Hermione took the broom out of his hands and stared at it blankly. She didn't really know what she was doing. Well, she did but she didn't. She watched Harry, Ron and Ginny mount brooms a thousand of times, so she knew what she was doing, just not how.

"Wait," Hagrid said, stopping her before she got on the broom. "Don't fly over here. Since your not use to riding a broom, I don't want you to get hurt and fly into any of these shops. Go get on it over there near the clearing."

She shook her head in agreement and said a slight thanks. The truth was, Hagrid telling her about moving made her even more worried than before. Before, she was just worried about being up so high, now she had to worry about crashing into buildings too.

She walked over to the clearing ever so slowly and hesitantly. She eventually got there. She put the broom out by her side and slowly got on it. She took a deep breath and trying to get rid of some of her nerves. She kicked off the ground and the broom started to rise.

"Just don't look down." A voice in her head said. Actually, this was Harry's voice; he had told her this many times before.

The broom was still rising higher and higher. Hermione made a visual image of what Harry did to start flying. She now started copying everything he did in order to go faster, higher or lower.

In no time Hermione was right in the yards of Hogwarts. Now came the tricky part, landing. She once again copied what Harry would have did, having observed him so many times. The broom suddenly started dropping down lower and lower at great speed. Hermione braced herself, never wanting to let go of it. She was afraid that if she let go of the broom a little, or gripped it less tightly, she would fall straight off. She wondered how Harry ever flew with one hand or none during a qudditch tournament.

The broom had finally reached the ground. It hovered around very slowly, waiting for Hermione to get off. She got off and she was still shaking from the fearful ride.

She brought the broom to Hagrid's hut and dropped it off, unsure if she would need it for there ride home. She was hoping that she didn't need it because she still hating flying, even after she didn't have a bad experience flying.

Hermione traveled to the entrance of Hogwarts and walked through it. She wasn't sure exactly where Harry would be. She had a first thought that he would be at the qudditch pitch, but she had a feeling that he wouldn't be. Harry had never gone to the qudditch pitch before when he was mad, so why would he start now? Plus, Harry liked to fly because he was good at it, and when he was angry he would have a hard time concentrating and controlling the broom.

She walked through the first corridor and passed the Great Hall. Everything had looked so different, yet exactly the same from the last time she had been there. The halls were completely silent and Hermione knew the students must have been in class, because of the stillness of the air. If students were free, and able to walk around it would be hectic.

She started climbing up the stairs. The first place that she decided to look was way upstairs, on the seventh floor. After walking up many stairs, she passed quiet a few quiet classrooms. She took a peak inside and saw many students intently watching the professors which were standing up in front of the classroom. On the other hand there were a few students sleeping and not paying attention whatsoever. This made a grin form on her facing, reminding her of all the good times the golden trio had back at Hogwarts.

"It's a little past here," Hermione told herself.

She kept walking and found the place where she had went so many times back in her fifth year. This room had so many memories for her, Harry and Ron.

Hermione turned the handle to the room. She opened the door, revealing the blank room.

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(Nobody told me before I put the wrong chapter number for the last, 5th, chapter.)