First, it had been Andrew. He had run off into the crowd of people at the Hogwarts express, making his way to Matthew Longbottom. The two were around the same age, and had played together before. Hermione had been worried, but Ron had said it would be alright, he would be alright. It was only after Annica had boarded the train and they saw the Longbottoms leaving that he realized that maybe things wouldn't be alright. Andrew hadn't made it across the platform to his friend, and no one seemed to remember seeing him go anywhere.

Now, it was Annica. He stares at the letter, trying to make sense of it. Hogwarts. She had been taken from her bed at Hogwarts. How? Hogwarts was supposed to be safe! As if he hadn't had enough to worry about, with Andrew missing. Now it was Annica, his baby girl. Well, one of them at least. He tosses the letter aside, putting his head in his hands. At first, they had thought that Andrew's kidnapping might have been by someone who just wanted a child. Now Annica was gone. This wasn't coincidence. Someone was after his children, but he didn't know who it was.

He pulls his face out of his hands, staring at the other piece of parchment on the desk. So far, it's blank. He can't think of anyone who would want his children. As far as he knows, he has no enemies. He hasn't even put anyone in Azkaban yet, so it's not the family of someone he came across as an auror. He stares at it, eyes blurring with unshed tears. Without warning he pounds his fist against the wood. Why his children? Why them?

He stands up and begins pacing. No one has any leads. No one knows who would want them. No one knows where they are. He's worried about their safety, and about them, and about Rose. Hermione has her right now. They refuse to let her out of their sight, something that she doesn't like at the moment. Rosie wants to be independent, so her mother keeping her within tight reins is not something she likes right now. Already her tantrums are increasing, which means things are getting broken. Those were one of the risks of raising magical children.

As he paces, he hears the door open and shut, he hears the sounds of pounding feet, and suddenly his wife is in the room, sobbing. She presses her face into his chest, and for a moment he doesn't know what to think, what to feel. Out of habit he slides his arms around her. She's saying something, but he can't hear. He wonders where Rose is. If Hermione is this upset, then she's probably at his mother's.

"I only took my eyes off of her for a second!"

His blood runs cold, and he pushes her away so that he can see her face. There's fear in her eyes, fear and pain, and instantly he knows. Rosie's gone now, too. He breaks away from her completely.

"What happened?"

He loves his wife, yes, but at the moment all he can think is that his youngest girl was with her when she vanished. Now all of his children are missing. Annica and Andrew and Rose. They're all missing.

"Ron… I didn't… I only took my eyes off of her for a second! We were at the park up the street, and she was on the slide, and I heard a noise behind me, and… and… I heard a loud crack, and a muffled scream, and… and Rose was gone. Just gone! And no one saw who took her, and… and… Ron, I'm sorry!"

It occurs to him that it isn't her fault. She turned around to look for the source of the noise because she was worried about Rose, and who could possibly want her. And in the split second, the person came and took the last of their children. He takes a deep breath, and the anger with his wife fades. He turns to her, looking into her tearstained face just as she begins to get mad and say that it's not her fault. Now, that's more like the Hermione he knows. He moves toward her, pulling her into his arms again.

"We'll find them, honey. We'll find them. I know it's not your fault. We'll find them."

But he didn't know how they could possibly do it. No one had seen the person take any of the children, no one knew anything. Who hated them this badly? Who could possibly be so mad at he and Hermione that he would steal their children, all of their children. In all honesty, his thought when it had been just Andrew and Annica was that it was someone related to Lavender, who thought he didn't deserve his children. But if that was the case, why would they go after Rosie, who was the only child he and Hermione had together? Why would they go after a child so young? He didn't know, he just didn't know.

"We'll find them."

He repeated it, praying to whatever higher power there was that it would be true.