Good enough chapter 3
Short summary of the previous chapter ( chapter 2 ) : Ron get's back from Harry's and finds the house empty. Kingsley went to Mungo's to locate Hermione and the others.
A/N Once again I'm terribly sorry for this taking so long. Please forgive me?
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After couple minutes of searching and going through files she squealed, which made Kingsley perk up, but then the girl looked dissapointed again.
„You probably didn't mean Hermione Weasley, didn't you?" She asked dissapointedly.
Kingsley felt like smacking himself.
Of course, they had married last year. How could I be so dumb, I WAS there, for Merlin's sake...
„Yes, yes I did." Kinglsey said, after mentally slapping himself. „Is she here?"
The woman lowered her head „I'm sorry. It says we sent 2 mediwizards after her, but they haven't returned."
Kingsley felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, but didn't let it show through his well-practised calm faccade. Instead he smiled politely at the woman „Thank you very much for your time" And left.
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Hermione woke to a strange noise. She kissed Ron on the cheek, rose from the master bed and made her way to the nursery.
She slowly opened the door, and was momentarily blinded by the dim light in there.
Strange... I don't recall leaving the lights on...
When her eyes became accustomed to the light she was greeted with the strangest sight.
Harry – only that it wasn't really Harry. His eyes were red, instead of their usual green and his skin had this weird glow.
Hermione took a hesitant step towards her best friend but stopped then.
Harry was holding her child – she could tell the baby was her's by it's red hair, and the feeling that the girl Harry was holding was hers.
„Harry? What are you doing?" Hermione asked slowly and cautiously.
„I'm marking her." Harry said with a cold voice.
Hermione walked even more towards them and could see her daughter's forehead marked.
She gasped „Oh, Harry! What have you done!" and pulled her child away from her friend, who didn't feel like one anymore.
The mark on the forehead was dripping from blood... It was an awful sight indeed.
„I had to do it. " Harry said, smirking. „Don't worry, it doesn't hurt... much."
Hermione's eyes widened in terror, even her voice had left her.
„Well anyway... you're going to find out how it feels soon enough." He said, raising his wand. „Turn around."
Hermione's eyes were now filled with tears and she shook her head pleadingly. „No, Harry, please no!"
„I said" Harry gritted trough his teeth „." and he forced her to obey his orders with magic.
„Ron! Please, help!" Hermione cried to her husband, who she thought was still sleeping. „Ron! Ron RON!!!" She sobbed, and suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her spine. A pain so strong she fell to her knees and would've dropped the baby if she hadn't been clutching to her as if her life depended on it.
„Ron..." she moaned, when everything went dark again...
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„Do you think they went north?" Harry asked Ron, when they found an abandoned camp.
It was obviously their best lead so far.
Ron looked at his best friend carefully. It seemed as though a red glint had passed his eyes.
Weird...
Ron shook the feeling off, and nodded. "See, there are some footprints there" And he pointed at a mud puddle not far from the camp, which had a footprint clearly visible near it.
Harry squinted his eyes to look in the pointed direction, and now saw the footprint indeed.
"Lets go" He said, once again snapping Ron into reality.
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"Ron, RON!" Hermione cried, running around in the forest, hoping the man in question would appear and come back to them.
Rain was soaking her hair, clothes and hope... "Ron, PLEASE! Come back!" Hermione sobbed and ran around desperately.
Suddenly the scenario changed again.
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Kinglsey apparated into the empty house, like expected.
He decided to wait in the house, incase someone would return.
There should be SOME clues in here... I mean, no-one can kidnap 5 people and leave without traces. Especially if dealing with Weasleys, and one of them being a joke-shop owner. There's no way that anything didn't explode...
Kingsley slowly walked towards the living room, scanning the surroundings for any items misplaced.
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Ron and Harry hadn't gotten very far until they spotted another clue, it really started to feel someone WANTED them to find them.
This time the clue was a lock of Hermione's hair, tied together with a red ribbon, that in closer inspection turned out to be a piece of white cloth, soaked in blood.
„I don't know, mate... this looks like a trap to me..." Harry said cautiously, looking a bit nervously at Ron, whose face was ghastly white and who was gripping the hair so hard, that Harry started to worry that the brown curls would turn into dust between his fingers.
Hermione, where are you?...I NEED you here...
Ron cleared his throat, ignored the watery eyes and said „It does, but what other chances do we have, really? If you want you can stay behind, but I'll rather die, than abandon Hermione and our baby, and if they've got my family, then the worse for them, because I'm going to make that scum, who have harmed my family in any way pay. But you really don't have to come if you don't want to."
Harry laughed bitterly „After that whole speech you just gave me? And I'll go to the newspapers as the Sod-who-killed-his-family? No... It's my turn to come with you, like you and Hermione came with me during the horcrux-hunting."
Ron nodded and started walking, Harry following him in silence.
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„Hahahahaha" Watching the red-haired man squirm in his bindings was a funny sight indeed. „You can squirm as much as you want worm. You won't get rid of those ropes anytime soon".
„Hey, You-what's-your-name-again!" I shouted at the hairy man, who minded the camp fire and whose name I could never remember.
„Ramiel" the man in question said lifelessly, gazing into the fire.
„Yeah, whatever. Listen, has Cay finished interrogating the red-haired broad yet?" The half-dead pregnant women and the guy, who glared at me were starting to creep me out a bit.
I noticed the man growling when he heard my words. I laughed, it seemed the man was quite fond of the woman, who was as red-haired as he... And then it dawned on me „Could it be, that the fat woman" I noticed him struggling harder at the bonds „Is your MOTHER?" The man froze. I laughed even harder. „Then maybe the pretty blonde one is you wife? Maybe we'll even have some fun with her later..." It almost seemed like his eyes were about to pop out, it REALLY started to creep me out, but instead of backing up, I continued „You're more than welcome to watch, though" I winked, knowing it would make the man even more furious. I wasn't dissapointed.
„Not yet, but by the sound of the screams it seems he will be soon" Ramiel said, poking the fire a bit.
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