Hermione growled softly to herself as she apparated just outside the wards of the Burrow, she hadn't found Harry anywhere. She knew there were a few people in the Order that would have helped him get away, but none were more likely than the Weasleys. So here she was, at this run down house to play nice and hopefully get some information. Forcing a relieved smile on her face she started walking toward the house full of gingers.

Molly Weasley paced back and forth in the kitchen, a scowl firmly in place as she thought on all that had happened. They had lost many good wizards and witches this night and it pained her deeply, many of the lost were friends. She was just beyond grateful that she hadn't lost any of her kids or her husband.

However when she thought about Harry and how that poor boy had given up so much for this war, then he had to go into hiding with poor Teddy; she wanted to weep for them. Brown eyes narrowed and a sneer stretched across her face. These thoughts brought her back to the reason her son had to run.

Molly slammed her hands down on the counter, thinking hard on what she could do to get back at Granger. Turning her head she looked over the table, all set up for the family to eat. She even made sure to set a place for Harry; they didn't need Granger noticing that they knew that Harry wouldn't be there.

A wicked smirk spread across her face and luckily no one was there to see it or they would have run screaming from the kitchen. Walking quickly out of the kitchen towards Arthur's study, she ignored the questions from her children and marched determined to her destination. Slipping in the study she just smiled innocently and reached for the globe resting on one of his side tables.

"Molly, what are you doing?"

Flashing her husband a quick smirk she reached out, spinning the globe, watching as it started to slow its rotation. Reaching out, she placed a finger on it, peering at the city she landed on her wicked grin only grew. After whispering a spell quietly under her breath she had the latitude and longitude firmly planted in her mind. Laughing to herself she spun the globe again and turned to face Arthur and ran a gentle hand down his cheek, before kissing him softly.

"I'm taking care of my family."

Arthur's eyes widened slightly as he picked up on her scheme and he could do nothing but nod.

"What do you need me to do?"

Kissing him gently again she rested her forehead against his, "Well, all I need you to do is..."

Hermione stepped into the Burrow with a tired smile on her face and reached out to hug the first Weasley she came across, who happened to be Ginny. The 16 year old hugged her back tightly with a whispered, "I'm so glad you're safe!"

Pulling back slightly Ginny looked over Hermione's face, "You're not hurt are you?"

The brunette shook her head in the negative, "No I'm fine. Tired, sore, and a wee bit worried."

Ginny frowned at her and reached to loop her arm through Hermione's, "Come on then, We're all in the kitchen. Mum's been cooking since she got back before any of us."

Gently leading the bushy haired woman into the kitchen, Ginny fought to keep the scowl off her face. She wanted nothing more than to rip her arm away and drag Granger from the house by her hair, but her Mum warned her that they needed to see what the Beaver had to say.

When they reached the kitchen it was to see all the male Weasleys seated around the worn table, nursing their drinks. Hermione quickly looked around hoping to see a certain raven haired male and frowned deeply, gnawing her bottom lip when she didn't see him.

Waking to the table both girls sat down, Ginny across from Ron and next to Charlie, while Hermione took her normal seat between Ron and the empty chair left for Harry. She absentmindedly noticed that his place was set as well. So they don't know where he is either.

Hermione turned when she felt someone rest a hand on her shoulder. "Oh Hermione dear I'm so glad you're ok. Here, let me get you something to drink. Do you need a healer?"

Granger's smile was tight as she quietly thanked the Weasley matriarch and took the offered glass of water. "Thank you Mrs. Weasley and no, I don't need a healer. It's just a few bruises and scrapes. I'm more tired and worried than anything."

"Worried dear? Whatever for?"

Hermione bit her lip bringing a few tears to her eyes. She let a sniffle slipped past her lips and leaned into the arm Ron tossed over her shoulders.

"I would have thought you would have heard by now, surely Kingsley would have said something."

Molly walked back to the stove to finish up the last bit of food and made sure to keep her back to the table, she knew the look on her face was anything but kind. How DARE that foul child step foot in here like she was worried. Gritting her teeth she was about to open her mouth to ask the little liar what she meant, when her youngest boy spoke instead.

"What Mione? What's wrong?"

Sobbing softly she turned into Ron's chest, "Oh Ron it's horrible...No one knows where Harry is. He's just gone!"

There was a small moment of panic where every Weasley spoke at once. Hermione chanced a glance around the table to see everyone's reactions, eyes falling on the only other female at the table; Ginny had her face buried in her hands, shoulders shaking softly as if she were crying. The twins were scowling fiercely, worry evident in their eyes; Charlie had tossed an arm over Ginny holding her closely. Bill looked angry as he sat next to his father, biting his lip. Arthur had gasped loudly and leaned back heavily in his chair with a whisper of Oh Harry.

Molly Weasley stopped dead in her tracks, a hand coming up to cover her mouth as a gasp slipped out. "They can't find him?" Taking a deep breath she walked to the clock on the wall, after their fourth year she had added both Harry and Hermione to it. Looking at it she saw that Harry's hand was pointed to Traveling and let out a large sigh. Walking back in the kitchen she had a shaky smile and misted eyes as she told them all what the clock said.

The entire room let out a relieved sigh and a few suspiciously wet laughs. Hermione laughed tightly and kept her face buried in Ron's chest as her mind ran over all the places he could be traveling to. There's Mungo's, he could be going to check on all the people that were hurt; or see if Snape made it. He might have gone to Godric's Hollow to visit his parent's grave now that everything was over and done with. He could have run to the Ministry to check on the captured Death Eaters...

Hermione gasped and sat up straight not paying attention to the fact that the entire Weasley family was focused on her now. He could have run to Malfoy manor... With him going dark they would be the perfect family to run to. They were also running around the battle looking for their son, then they just were gone and so was Harry. They must be heading back to the Manor.

Molly watched as an unhealthy gleam settled in Granger's eyes and she felt her own brown eyes harden. Well it won't be too much longer until we won't have to deal with her anymore.

Blinking back into focus Hermione noticed that the table was set and loaded with foods. Feeling her stomach growl quietly she began loading her plate along with the rest of the Weasley's. After all no one, after having tasted her food, would turn down a meal by Molly Weasley.

Sitting down at the table finally, Molly gave a pointed look to her husband. Smiling slightly Arthur looked toward Hermione, "Hermione would you mind handing me the salt that's in front of you?"

Politely smiling back she reached for the shaker and immediately felt the tug from behind her navel. The last thing she noticed, before being whisked away, was the daring smirk by Molly Weasley and the laughing faces of the Twins.

Once the girl was gone Molly went back to her meal, ignoring the laughter from her youngest four. She was hungry after all.

"Mum, where did you send her?"

Molly looked up into the blue eyes of her eldest son and smiled sweetly at him, "Ozernovskiy." At the blank looks from all her kids she rolled her eyes and laughed slightly, before sobering up and letting a truly malicious smirk cross her face.

"Russia."

Hermione let out a shocked scream when she landed in deep snow. How dare they!

Standing slowly she grimaced as she felt the wet cold seeping into her skin. Wrapping her arms tightly around herself she looked around to see if she could tell where she was. When no sign was visible, she tried to reach for her wand in her pocket, and felt her fingers hit something else along with her wand. Shivering she slowly pulled them both out and quickly tried to place a warming charm on herself, which took her almost 4 tries because the tips of her fingers were numb and her teeth were chattering too much for her to say the words properly.

Finally feeling some warmth seep into her bones she pulled the paper out, noticing it was a folded sheet of parchment. Frowning she opened it and immediately let out a shriek anger at the nerve of those people!

Granger,

You really should know better than to try and get one over on me.

I raised seven children, two of those being my precious 'Demon Twins'.

After everything we have done for you, after everything HARRY has done for you,

you still tried to set him up and get my seventh son locked up over your petty jealousy.

You are the worst sort of traitor. Pettigrew would have made fine husband for you.

You are denounced by the Weasley name and no longer welcome here. The

wards were changed the moment you vacated your seat at the table.

Have fun finding your way home.

Molly Weasley

Hermione's furious shouts echoed long into the distance where only a small wolf pack heard the yells and darted off to investigate who or what had landed in their territory.