Special Thanks: to Ruffin (blankpage on for being my beta on the first four installments. You're my hero, yet… not. Lol.
Disclaimer: Characters and original scenes belong to JK Rowling, but that doesn't mean I can't play in my free time for free.A/N: Takes place while the Trio is on the hunt for the Horcruxes, post-Grimmauld Place. This is a ten one-shot series for LJ's 10themes community.
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Hermione was amazed at her impeccable self-control as she placed one foot in front of the other, following Umbridge about the Ministry. She was playing a part, and apparently very well. That's all it is. Just play the part and figure a way out and back to the others. She obviously just wants a few notes for you to jot down, which shouldn't be a problem considering how much you've done over the ye—
However, she hadn't been expecting to see Mr. Weasley in the lift, or at the Ministry at all. A nervous tension filled her all over and tears stung her eyes as she thought about just how close she was to her second family, and yet how really far she was.
She knew it was stupid and risky, but Umbridge wasn't even looking and they were in the far back of the lift. All she had to do was give her tablet a little scribble and pass it to his hand. Hermione wished she was able to execute plans as easily as Harry and Ron, although today proved her statement a bit unstable. When she was absolutely sure that no eyes were on her (her short stature helped with this), she lifted the pad of paper to her waist and scribbled as fast as she could before the lift reached her destination.
Her heart raced with each letter written and felt like exploding with the muted sound of the rip under all the voices. Umbridge and another fellow in front of her were moving out without glancing back once at her. She knew she didn't have enough time to fold the letter up neatly and gentle slip it into his hand. Instead, she nervously shoved it into his hand that tensed and began to jerk away before feeling the small piece of paper in his hand.
Arthur Weasley felt his breath catch in his throat has he read the words in the privacy of his own office after the others had gone off for a coffee break. He bit down on his lower lip to keep his sadness and regret at bay. He knew it would be hours yet until he was able to see Fred and present him with the note and secured the note in his inner breast pocket. They don't deserve this. I know this pain, I know this hurt. Merlin, help them all.