The Fellowship of the Fox
by Ryuuohjin
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Disclaimer - I do not on any way own Harry Potter or any of it's world or characters.
They all fully belong to J.K. Rowling and her affiliates.
I also wanted to point out, before anyone mentions it, my Latin is truly atrocious, at least I think. I never studied the language used online translator I found for translations. If anyone have any other suggestion for translations please tell me.
Update 2015-06-10: Corrected some timeline errors.
Update 2018-06-06: Slammed Chapter 9 & 10 together and rewrote them some.
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Chapter 9 - The Disappearance of Harry Potter
Kerry and Ena were woken far too soon, at least so they thought. It might have been late morning but after their late night, mid afternoon would have been too early. Groaning and looking and looking at each other through their blurred vision in the bright morning light they began deciphering what had woken them.
They figured from the position of the sun in the sky that it was somewhere between eight and nine. As they looked around, they saw that it seemed like their little sister was still deep within Morpheusas grasp. They didn't at first recognize where they were, but as the drowsiness left their she started to remember.
They were in guest bedroom at Hermione's parents house. They had arrived here three days ago, along with Luna who currently was sharing Hermione's room, with Hermione and Ginny. They had arrived in evening that same day, along with Neville and Ron. They spent last three days just checking out the property, making preparations and looking over the ward schemes they had planed for property. With an occasional break here and there, for goofing of and enjoying the summer.
The bedroom was very quiet aside from some gentle snoring. Something had awakened them though. After taking some time trying figure out what had, but they gave up when nothing obvious struck them. Rolling slowly out of bed they could see Hedwig napping in her cage resting after her nights hunt. After digging up some clothes and some fresh underwear, they went towards the bathroom to fresh up.
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In another part of the house, Ron opened an eye and groaned. By Morgana, it was way too early in the morning!
Ginny poked her brother again. "Ron, get up, time for breakfast."
Ron rolled over and cracked an eye open. "Really? It's nine in the morning, you know?"
Ginny drew her wand and Splash!
"What the hell was that for, Ginny?" he spluttered when his face was hit with a torrent of ice cold water.
"Get up, lazy bones! C'mon! Get the lead out! We're burning daylight here! "
Ron sighed and after another groan, he sat up on the edge of the bed, glaring hatefully at his younger sister.
"Yes, yes, I love to brother," Ginny grinned with an impish look on her face.
Ron yawned, stretched and started to dress as Ginny left the room.
He barely waited thirty seconds before Neville had come back from taking a shower.
"Morning, Ron," he replied with a grin and a amused glint in his eyes. "Ready for breakfast?"
Ron just glared at him and kept muttering about sadistic sisters and traitorous friends under his breath.
/
As Ron was getting a shower from thanks to his sister. In an another part of the country, Little Whinging in Surrey to be exact.
Moody walked up to a sleeping Mundugus and kicked him in the side. "Get up you."
"Wha… Mad-Eye?" Mundugus said nervously, "What're you doing here?"
"Wondering why you're sleeping," Moody replied with a dangerous leer. "Care to explain yourself?"
"I been up all night," Mundugus said defensively, " I have been watching the house for several days now so I haven't been able to get much sleep… I was only resting my eyes for a minute."
"Where's Potter," Moody glanced up at the second floor. "I don't see him in the house."
"Must have gone to the market or something," Mundugus replied nervously. "He should be back soon."
"I'm going to take a walk around the neighbourhood," Moody announced. "You stay here and stay awake in case he gets back while I'm gone."
"But it's the end of my shift," Mundugus protested.
"And you'll stay here till we find Potter or you'll answer to me," Moody growled. "Understand?"
"Y… yes," Mundugus said quickly.
"Good."
/
Ragnok, the Director of Gringotts bank, had just finished viewing the memories the Rasp's had given him. He was disgusted at what some wizards will do, to stay immortal. Voldemort had created seven of the most horrid things a wizard could create. Of course the director was no stranger to Horcruxes. His curse breakers dealt with them on a daily basis, but for the same wizard to create seven was unheard of. What infuriated the director more, was that someone had hid one within their very own vaults. One belonging to Bellatrix Lestrange to be exact.
The director had already sent one of his lower rank goblins to retrieve it, along with a curse breaker. The director heard his door open, he looked up and saw the goblin and curse breaker walking towards him, with a silver goblet being levitated in front of them.
"We found it Director, within the Lestranges vault. Just as the memories said it would be."
The director was furious, how dare a witch/wizard hide such a tainted object within their very walls. He was going to make sure the Lestrange vault suffered for this. He was pulled from his thoughts by sudden epiphany. His eyes widened as he realized, since this was proof of a serious breach in the contract that Gringotts had with the Ministry. Gringotts were now allowed to search all vaults for anymore breaches, all claim all vaults that did. Maybe he just this to claim the Death Eaters vaults, but better to safe, then sorry.
"Shortclaw. Get me Jawbreaker immediately!"
The little goblin nodded. Before running out of the office. To do what his boss had ordered. The director then turned back to the curse breaker.
"Mr Weasley. Remove this object from my sight. I want you to destroy this monstrosity immediately. Now go."
Bill nodded and levitated the cup out of the Director office. He made is way down to the lowest point of the bank, so that he could destroy the cup, without fear of it affecting the rest of the figures working within the bank.
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Elsewhere in Scotland, in a castle that was also a school, known as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a very old wizard, the headmaster of the school, was writing a note on a piece of parchment. His graceful phoenix was fast asleep on its golden perch near the headmaster's desk. It was Tuesday, July 17, and at exactly ten sixteen in the morning.
He was disturbed from his work by his fire place glowing green and a red headed man stepped out of the flames. Dumbledore started to frantically paced around his office. He had just been informed by Arthur Weasley that Harry was not at the Dursleys, and in fact he had never arrived there this summer.
According to Arthur they found that when Mad-Eye had come to replace Mundugus, found him sleeping with Harry nowhere in sight. Further investigation showed that someone had confounded Mundugs to volunteer for the guard duty, only for him to give several false reports about Harry, but it seemed like he had oblivated of when, where or who done it.
Dumbledore was in quite a quandary. After hearing from Arthur he had gone straight to check the charms he had put on the boy. The Blood wards he had placed around the Dursley's were about fail, this would only happen Harry had either chosen not to live there anymore, or was no longer "legally obligated" to live there, neither of which was good option in his mind. He noticed that all his other charms had stopped working as well. Albus then decided to do some snooping.
He reached into an ornamental vase that sat on the mantel. Pulling out some glittering powder which he threw it into the flames. "Minerva, a moment of your time please," He called into the green flames that flared.
"Yes, Albus?" Came the reply a few seconds later.
"Minerva, I'll be leaving in a few moments. I have a few things that need seeing to."
"Of course, Albus. I'll be going over the preparations for next term and the student list. Some will have to be visited, as always."
"Thank you, Minerva, and do be careful."
Dumbledore rose and left, making his way to the gate where he could apparate to Surrey.
/
In contrast to the Headmasters BUSY early morning, Hermione's eyes opened with the sunrise and she stretched luxuriously. She was vaguely aware of the room lightening. Of birds singing gently. Of the stirring of the house as it awakened. She was just beginning to stir herself. Then there was the patter of feet. An inhale of breath then the rush of air.
WHAM!
Something landed in the middle of the bed.
Hermione shot upright and scrambled back.
Then the giggle reached her.
"Luna!"
She blinked rapidly in confusion. Her face was a few inches from hers. "Good morning Hermione!"
"Good morning, Luna. Ready for today?"
"Of course. What's wrong?"
"You mean except for your dive bomb wake up call earlier?" she mumbled
grumpily. "It's a bloody crime you've got so much energy this early,"
/
Sirius Black was done arguing with these people. "ENOUGH!"
"But Sirius, you know what Dumbledore said —"
His voice was uncharacteristically harsh as he interrupted Molly.
"Yes, I know what Dumbledore said. I also don't care; if he has a problem with it, then he can take his lemon drops and sanctimonious attitude somewhere else to host the Order." He turned to Remus, who was standing between him and the door.
"Moony, you heard what Dumbeldore said. Harry, my godson, ran away from that house to who knows where, and you want me to sit here and do nothing? I'm going to make sure he's okay, and no one — not Dumbledore, not the Aurors, not even you — is going to stop me. You have until the count of three before I curse you out of my way. One —"
"Wait, just wait," Remus said with his hands up. "If you just go charging out, you will risk the aurors catching you. How about, instead of a notorious mass-murderer running about, the visitor is just an old professor who just happened to bring along his pet dog?" Sirius glared for a moment but sheathed his wand; five minutes later, a man in shabby robes and a dog arrived on the streets of Little Whinging.
He immediately leapt from Remus's arms and sniffed along the ground, searching for any sign of the boy he cared for as his own flesh and blood. Catching a scent, he raced ahead, his best living friend on his heels.
/
After some breakfast, homework and then lunch, they decided that they to get the wards on the Granger's property up and running. While they would be nothing compared to the wards that existed over Potter Manor or Hogwarts. They would still rival or even be superior to ones that had been placed over the Ministry, once they had been fully charged, at least.
The ward stones they had decided to use to tie down the wards they would place around Hermione's parent house, were arithmetically perfect spheres, big as apples, and made of magically molecularly bonded diamonds. They had made them by extracting the carbon in the air around them, then compressing it, along with added some heat. With the only a side-effect of liberating several of tons of oxygen in process.
The diamonds they created had higher density then natural diamonds, and were therefore much harder. It had taken two days to make seven of them, then it had taken them some additional days inscribing them with needed runes. Now all that was left was the placement of them, then laying down the wards, and tying the wards to the stones.
After had placed all of the ward stones, they poured some of their blood, mixed with that of Hermione's parents. Rhy looked around. "Okay then. Let's get this show on the road, folks."
Before the girls to raise the planned blood wards, Ron raised some anti-apparition, anti-portkey, anti-broom, anti-animagus and mail redirection wards. All tied to an intent ward, to protect the Granger's from a change in heart as well as any kind of compulsion charms. As a finishing touch he added wards to repel and eject unwanted pests or vermin. Like insects, feral animal, solicitors an door-to-door salesmen, no matter if they were magical or not.
Hermione then started to wave her wand in complex patterns while incanting; "Protegamur Spritum. Adiuro tibi mei tueri, contra ignis, aer, terra, aqua. Warda contra hostibus sanguis, ater mentis magica, malus animam. Deus ex Clypeum." (Shield Sprite. I charge you to protect me, against fire, air, earth, water. Ward against the blood of the enemy, the black magic of the mind and evil souls. God of Shields.)
With a long circle motion she finished and a pale pink dome appeared over the property.
"Negant Magica. Anima repellere. Rejiciunt corporis. Protegamur spiritum. Defendere Mentis." ( Deny the magic. Repel the soul. Reject the blood. Protect the body. Shield the spirit. Defend the mind.) Luna then continued, while waving her wand in different patterns. Ending it with several sharp slashes as red horizontal and vertical lines spread over the dome.
"Adiuro tibi, defendre ab a contra hostibus et sanguine corpus, anima et spiritus, mentis et magicis. Invócant warda. Ciere Obice. Vocare Clypeum,"(I charge you to defend against enemies of blood and body, soul, mind, and magic. Invoke the ward. Raise the Barrier. Summon the shield.) Ginny then finished with many short quick stabs.
The dome flashed white for moment, only then to completely disappear seconds later.
The blood wards they had chosen, were a form of anti-magic ward. That along with preventing magic from being detected, magic couldn't get in and any offensive magic will not work unless one was keyed into the wards.
Moreover, if anyone was carrying a wand or any other magical object with the intent threaten or harm the inhabitants in anyway, one couldn't get past that ward at all. When fully charged not even a Dementor could cross the ward line and survive. Mixed with that was a memory ward. That would wipe the memory of any unwanted guests should they ever to get to through.
Under the blood wards Rhy and twins hid another set of wards that had everything from harmless prank wards to down-right vicious dark wards. The set was then bundled with a whole bunch of curses, jinxes and some other surprises to any who would try to break through them.
They ended the job by tying an Acceptance Charm to the entire ward set, so that everyone will assume the wards had always been there. To that they added an Ignorance Charm so that most people won't even notice wards, unless they're specifically looking for them. And to top it off with a Concealment Charm, making the wards harder to spot wards if anyone went looking for them.
Their plan was simple enough, have one wards set as visible deterrent and as distraction from the other hidden set. While the hidden set was meant as a trap to catch enemies unaware while preoccupied by the visible set.
While the others were busy with the wards Neville was occupied with Hermione's parents as they redesigning their garden, and making headway on creating somewhat natural defences around the house using whatever plants they had there.
They were charmed to assault anyone with ill intent against the Grangers, this was to be the Granger's last line of defence Neville also, as an extra protection, planted a Whomping Willow above each ward stone with devil snare around the roots, which charmed was to attack anyone who had ill intents against the tree or what it was protecting.
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Vernon Dursley was in a lousy mood. In the morning two days ago, he had been was sleeping soundly when suddenly had he felt something touch his face. Out of pure reflex he had slapped it away, and had tried get back to sleep. But been unable to, as a sound of buzzing filled his ears. He reluctantly woke up and slowly looked around the room, trying to find the of the noise. When saw nothing and the buzzing sound was still filling his ears.
"Where's that buzzing coming from?" he heard his wife ask, she had been woken by him sitting up in their bed.
Vernon just shrugged, since he didn't know either.
"What is that buzzing sound?" she demanded, after several minutes of searching, but with no avail.
After a few more minutes suddenly, the buzzing stopped. They looked around and saw a sphere floating near them, its wings fluttering slightly. It looked like a small winged golf ball, covered in what looked like red fur, and it had a pair of brown wings. Vernon had reached out to grab it, only to have it disappear the just moment before he touched its wings. The buzzing sound resumed, and they realized that it was still near them, but moving too fast for them to see.
It wasn't until he looked down and heard his give a away a horrified gasp, he noticed that was something wrong. His hands were covered in red fur similar to the one had been on ball the just saw. After some closer inspection, he discovered it wasn't just his face that were covered, it seemed like his whole body was in a layer of soft red fur.
Buzzing stopped again, this time it appeared just in front of Petunias face. Like Vernon she had tried to grab it, only to have it disappear the moment before she touched its wings. As the buzzing once again resumed, she soon discovered that just like her husband her was covered in fine red fur.
After two days of this and several shavings later. Vernon grew more and more frustrated, without being able capture or the buzzing menace. And with having some take out his frustration he finally snapped. And it was to this that Dumbeldore arrived.
/
It was an invisible Dumbledore who took his second stroll along Privet Drive, he wanted to ensure his instruments weren't malfunctioning before disturbing the Dursleys. His wand soon confirmed the information his sensors at Hogwarts were telling him, there were wards whatsoever around this property.
'This was not good. That wards shouldn't have failed as quickly as they did,' Dumbeldore thought worriedly. 'Not unless something had happened to Harry.'
He drawn from his thoughts when he Vernon Dursley shout in rage.
"PETUNIA! GET ME MY GUN! THAT FREAKY TOY HAS SEEN ITS LAST DAY!"
Which was then followed by several loud gunshots. Dumbeldore felt himself grow even more perplexed, and slightly worried. Deciding to forgo pleasantries, Dumbeldore quickly tapped his wand against the doorknob, getting a small click as it unlocked, before turning it and letting himself in.
Vernon Dursley's eyes were narrowed in rage, with hunting rifle in his hand, which was levelled at something that looked like a red and furry snitch. As Vernon fired at the snitch, it quickly disappeared with a buzz, and the bullet crashed into the windowsill causing the glass to shatter.
What they didn't know was that, before Luna had departed for Granger's House. Luna had dropped of a little present for the Dursley's. Since was motto of their Fellowship was 'If you can not win, annoy', and that was just what she had planned to do.
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The next day as the Rasp's, Hermione, and Ginny waited for the others at breakfast. Since Luna would leave next week with her father on their annual expedition to search after strange and unusual creatures. Hermione's parents would also soon leave, they had decided to take another vacation to France. When her parents left for France Hermione had decided to spend the rest of her holiday with the Weasley's. They had decided to spend the day wandering around exploring the neighbourhood. Eating, shopping, and doing some business they prosponed long enough.
"Are sure you managed to wake them?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. I made sure of that." She giggled.
"What did you do?" Rhy asked intrigued.
"I just cursed Ron out of bed. Left him struggling in a pile of blankets, shouting obscenities at me as I walked out."
"Funny. Cruel but funny." Rhy laughed.
"Neville was waiting for Luna to finishing her shower, so he could get one," Ginny then added through her giggles.
/
Shortly after having a pleasant day and after a late lunch they all assembled in Hermione's room. On her desk laid a piece of parchment and magical quill, called a blood quill. Which used the ones blood instead of ink, when one used it. It was a highly restricted artefact, that was often used for sign important magical binding documents. But illegal to either own or use without a permit. Beside the parchment stood glass jar containing a water beetle.
"Rita Skeeter, We're so glad to see you again. In a moment we're going to release you from that jar and then you are going to sign this contract without complaint or we will take you to the DMLE and turn you in for being an illegal animagus. "Rhy said as she turned towards the beetle.
"I believe the current penalty for that is a ten thousand Galleon fine as well as four years imprisonment, of course they do add another year for every thousand Galleons you are unable to pay or you can sign our contract and we will the scoop on a story that will shock the Wizarding world." Luna then added in her normally dreamy tone.
"This room has been warded against any attempt you could make to escape, in fact as soon as you leave the jar the wards will start to affect you. Now when we release you; you will immediately sign this contract without protest or negotiation and then repeat it verbally as well, or we will immediately stun you and then apparate you straight to the DMLE, your choice." Ginny then added as an afterthought.
Hermione waved her wand allowing the lid of the jar to open, while rest was pointing their wands at the beetle, which immediately flew towards the door. But before it could get very far it suddenly started to change its form. Soon a shocked Rita Skeeter lay on the floor staring at them. Slowly she stood up and walked towards the table and read the contract which said;
I, Rita Marianne Skeeter, swear upon my name and honour to never spread slander or print any libel about Harry James Potter, Hermione Jean Granger, Neville Frank Longbottom, Luna Celeste Lovegood, Ginerva Molly Weasley, Ronald Billus Weasley, Rhy Majorotte Rasp, Kerry Rasp and Ena Rasp. And hereby pledge my life, body and soul, to protect any and all secrets of Harry James Potter, Hermione Jean Granger, Neville Frank Longbottom, Luna Celeste Lovegood, Ginerva Molly Weasley, Ronald Billus Weasley, Rhy Majorotte Rasp, Kerry Rasp and Ena Rasp. Unless told otherwise by either Harry James Potter, Hermione Jean Granger, Neville Frank Longbottom, Luna Celeste Lovegood, Ginerva Molly Weasley, Ronald Billus Weasley, Rhy Majorotte Rasp, Kerry Rasp and Ena Rasp. And I ask my life and magic to aid me in fulfilling my oath and pledge.
xxxx _
Rita stared at the contract and started shaking, before opening her mouth and looking at them. She signed the contract, wincing as the quill drew the needed blood. The contract then flashed and disappeared. She then gulped and lifted her wand, as she started to verbalize the contract a soft golden glow surrounded her as they accepted her oath making it unbreakable.
"Don't worry, we did promise you make it worth your while," said Luna to the now trembling reporter. "Did you know that..."
/
His breath coming in short pants, small beads of sweat ran down his forehead. Severus Snape looked back down at the road he had just walked, as wiped his forehead with sleeve of his robes. He could swear that the road had actually lengthened as he travelled, so that what would otherwise have been maybe a hundred feet had become a hike of nearly two miles. His suspicious were confirmed when his gaze found the mark he had made on road outside the house just a short distance away. He had for two last hours tried to get closer to the Granger's house without any luck.
After having no luck with finding any clues to Potter's whereabouts around Little Whinging or King's Cross, even after several hours of going through the place with a fine toothed comb. Mundugus had been a dead end too, whoever had altered Mundugus memories had been quite good. They found out nothing they already knew from checking him further.
The Weasley's had promised keep an eye out if the brat appeared around Ottery . And the Order had people on the lookout for him in Diagon Alley and Hogsmede, for the off chance he might go there. Dumbeldore had then sent Snape to check if the brat where with that know-it-all Granger.
A scowl was deeply entrenched on his features. His thoughts were focused on the reason why he had become increasingly irritated as time had passed by. 'Wards! When in Merlin's name did that know-it-all get wards?' Snape thought harshly.
He, for a short time, entertained thought of just ripping through the wards, just to show that brat up. But that idea was quickly dismissed, when noticed that these wards seemed to professional raised. And would probably require more more to go through then he currently possessed.
So with frustrated grunt he gave up, and appearated away to report back to Dumbeldore.
/
Hermione had just sat down to breakfast the next morning when she, along with her parents, heard a series of loud thuds coming down the stairwell and ending with a soft, "Bloody hell."
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione yelled as she stormed towards the kitchen door. "What have I told you about using that sort of language?! — Oh! What happened?!"
Ron staggered into the kitchen in obvious pain. His right hand was hanging limply from his arm and he didn't appear to be able to put his full weight on his left leg.
"I slipped on stairs..." Ron's thought went unfinished as there was a tap at the window.
Looking over Hermione sprang out of her seat to open the window.
"Hello, Hedwig. Did you have a nice flight?" Hermione greeted the snowy owl.
Hedwig took a tight loop around the kitchen before settling on the back of an empty chair. Looking around she hooted cheerfully at Hermione.
"You remember my parents Daniel and Emma don't you?"
Hedwig nodded and looked around again.
"I think Rhy is still asleep." Hermione guessed.
Hedwig hooted again and looked at the food on the table.
"I'm sorry we don't have anything for you right now. I know that Rhy freshened up your cage and set out fresh food and water out for you last night."
Hedwig hooted at her again and flitted out the door into the rest of the house.
Daniel and Emma followed the owl as far as the bottom of the stair as they saw her disappear up to the first floor.
A door opened.
"Hello Hedwig. Did you have a nice flight?" Rhy's voice floated down the stairs.
Stern hoot.
"I'm sorry but it was noisy outside last night and we had to close the window so we could sleep."
Another stern hoot.
"It's not like you were actually waiting. You would have been tapping on the window up here instead of downstairs at the kitchen window. You're just annoyed that Hermione couldn't feed you. Oww!"
A very stern hoot.
"Okay, I'm sorry but I got your cage ready for you last night. I even put a few treats out for you."
A much friendlier hoot.
"Now you're happy. I'll open the window for you. Have a nice rest."
Movement sounded as Rhy left the guest room for the bathroom.
Daniel and Emily turned to find Hermione standing behind them grinning.
"She's always been like that with Hedwig. It's amazing to watch. I just though I'd try and see how she responded." Hermione said as they returned to the kitchen.
"She responded just fine from what I saw." Daniel commented.
"Yes. Quite a thrill actually." Hermione smiled happily.
"You know, I think..." Emily started.
She was interrupted by the door bell sounding.
"That I will answer the door. Who could be visiting at this hour?" She wondered.
/
Minerva McGonagall sighed as she apparated to the Granger residence. She had just been informed that thanks to wards around the Granger's place Severus couldn't even get near it. So Dumbeldore had asked her handle the Granger instead. When arrived she could confirm it was as Severus said, a set mighty wards were erected around the property.
Now she was standing at the door of the Granger household. It was rather early, but she'd have to hope someone was awake. She rang the doorbell and waited. There was a click, and the door opened, revealing a middle age man in pyjamas He had the same brown hair that Hermione had, and though it was much shorter, it looked like she'd also inherited her bushy hair from him as well. The man blinked at her, shaking his head slightly.
"You're... that Professor from Hermione's school aren't you?" He asked.
McGonagall nodded. "Yes, I'm Professor McGonagall. I'm sorry to disturb you Mr. Granger, but I need to speak with Hermione and Ronald Weasley. It is urgent."
Mr. Granger nodded his head, and asked her to come in. He led her to the living room and motioned towards a chair. "Have a seat, I'll go get them down here." he said, before heading up the stairs. McGonagall sat down and waited. A few minutes passed, and then she could hear the sounds of someone coming back down the stairs. Hermione stepped into the room, her bushy hair even messier then normal, quickly followed by Ron.
His eye's widened when he saw Professor McGonagall, and he immediately without thinking exclaimed "I didn't do it!" Which earned a slap on back his head from Hermione.
"Professor? What's wrong, my dad said you had something important to speak to me about." Hermione then said.
McGonagall raised a eyebrow at that, but let it go. "I'm not here because you're in trouble Mr. Weasley. And yes Ms. Granger, I need to know if you've heard from Mr. Potter recently? He is no longer at his relatives house and we're not sure if he ran away or.." McGonagall stopped there.
Hermione's eyes widened. "No, haven't seen him since l left King's Cross. Ron, you?"
Ron nodded. "Same here. Last time I saw was on the platform."
McGonagall nodded. She'd been sure Hermione or Ron would have let someone know if Harry was planning to run away, but she had to be sure.
"I see. Thank you Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley. And please, if you do hear anything from Mr. Potter, let myself or the Headmaster know immediately."
"Of course professor. Have you checked the Burrow yet? Harry might have gone to there if he ran away from home. Or the Leaky Cauldron like he did third year. Or-"
"Yes Ms. Granger, I just came from the Burrow, they have not heard from Harry either. The Headmaster has gone to speak with Harry's relatives, and we have other people searching for him."
Hermione nodded, and then seemed to drop the subject of her missing friend. McGonagall was confused neither Ron nor Hermione seemed particularly worried. Although Hermione hiding it better then Ron was, she could tell the obvious worry the showed was just an act.
She strode towards the door and bade her students and the Grangers a goodnight. She cast a look over her shoulder as she stepped out the door, it was clear they were hiding something. Mr. Granger shut the door, and McGonagall shook her head trying to clear it. It was late, and she'd still have to report to Dumbledore that she hadn't found anything. She'd just have to hope that one of the others had had better luck.
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TBC
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