Ok the new chapter's here on time :D Also I started a new story if anyone wants to read it? It's called No Ordinary Life and it's about what would've happened had Voldemort not been around to influence Harry's life, its a little different but I'm very excited about it.

Also last chapter had the most reviews ever so let's try and keep it up :D

Chapter Twelve

As Hermione creaked the door open the she could feel her heart beating heavily in her chest. She hadn't realized how creepy and scary this house was alone.

She opened the door and noticed that there was no one there. She let out a sigh of relief and walked over to her bed.

She looked to the floor to see the things on her dresser had been knocked over. Photos of her, Ron and Harry had all fallen over to the ground and the glass from the frames were broken.

A few of her other things had fallen over. It must've been what she had heard but how had the things fallen over when there was no one else in the room.

She thought she heard someone breathing in the room. It reminded her of when Harry would hide under the invisibility cloak.

"Harry?" She asked turning around but it was silent.

She sighed and sat on the bed again. She was going crazy. It was all Ron's fault. She was sure of it. She needed to leave immediately.

She was going to talk to Kingsley.

She would love as soon as possible even if it meant missing Harry, and Ginny's birthdays. She loved them but they would do without her for once. She would be sure to write to them and send them presents but she needed to get away.

Harry had stumbled into Ginny's room waking her up from her deep sleep.

"Harry, what are you doing…" Her question died away while she saw his tear stained face. She gave him a look that he knew meant for him to come over to her.

He walked over slowly and lay in her bed as she wrapped her arms around him before he could stop himself from continuing to cry.

She silently stroked his hair as he pushed his head into her shoulder. He felt ashamed crying into her shoulder and being a burden on her when her brother had just died.

"It's not fair." He mumbled into her shoulder as his tears began to dry up.

"I know it's not." She said and kissed the top of his head.

He suddenly sat up and turned around wiping his eyes.

"Harry," She whispered putting her hand on his shoulder and he brushed it off. "Please don't do that."

He didn't say anything and Ginny crawled over to him. "Please talk to me. What happened today?"

"I…" she reached and held his hand. "I went there. To…Godric's Hollow and I saw my house and I asked them to put graves next to my parents for Lupin and Sirius and it was just too much. It was all just too much." He whispered the last sentence and Ginny wrapped her arms around him bringing him closer.

"I wish there was something that I could do." She whispered.

"You already are." He said running his nose with hers.

Ron finally made it out of his bed for the first time in three days around five that afternoon. He wondered if his parents even knew he was home.

Even more he wondered what Hermione was doing. He missed her.

A lot.

When he made it to the kitchen his mother was getting ready for dinner.

"Ronald!" She said. "When did you get here?"

"About three days ago." He mumbled surprised that she wasn't angry with him for running after Hermione, which apparently turned out to be a mistake after all.

"What? That's impossible! You haven't even come down for food?" She seemed shocked at this revelation.

But honestly, Ron couldn't think about anything besides Hermione including food. Which was a big feat for him.

"What happened dear?" She asked sitting down next to him.

"Hermione and I had a fight. You were right; maybe we should only be with family now. She doesn't understand what's going on and all she can think about is her own family. It's just not a good time for us." Ron said quietly.

She sighed and took his hand. "Ronald, I love you immensely. You do realize that?"

"Yes…" He said in a confused voice.

"But you have got to be the most idiotic person I have ever met."

"What?" Ron yelled. This was not the direction he had hoped the conversation would take.

"Sweetheart, Hermione loves you. She waited for you to grow up for about seven years. Do you honestly expect her to wait any longer?"

"Uh…"

"I know I said some horrible things that other day to her and to Harry but I've realized that by keeping them here and focused on us isn't going to make it any better. Hermione loved…Fre…Fred like a brother as well and she needs help getting over it as well as you. And if you do not get over to Hermione right now and fix this, I will personally curse you."

"But Mum! She yelled at me and called me selfish!"

"You are and you deserved it, so go over to her right now and apologize before it's too late."

"But I'm in my pajamas." He whined.

"She won't care!" His mother pushed him out of the door of the Burrow and he had no choice but to apparate to Grimmwald place.

"Hermione!" Ron called as he apparated into the house. "Hermione!"

He heard silence.

"Kreacher!" There was a loud crack and Kreacher appeared. "Where's Hermione?"

"She left but she left a note." Kreacher handed him a piece of paper.

He saw Hermione's quickly scribbled handwriting.

Went to Australia. Couldn't stay. Don't know when I'll be back.

Love,

Hermione

Ron bent over with his hands on his knees and began to breathe heavily.

"Is Master's friend alright?"

"She's gone. She…left." He was starting to feel light headed. He needed to lay down.

"How could she do that?"

"Kreacher doesn't—"

"She's gone."

"You have to tell me where she went." Ron begged.

"I'm sorry but I can't tell you." Kingsley told him.

Ron had run to him when he found that Hermione was gone. He was the one who would know where she was. Probably the only one.

He couldn't go around searching Australia looking for her. Not that he wouldn't if he had to but that would currently be counterproductive. He had obviously spent too much time with Hermione, a few years ago he would've gone in a tizzy looking for her.

Not that he was having much luck here.

"Why not?" Ron screamed. There was a crowd forming around the door to his office.

Kingsley slammed the door shut and sighed. "I can't tell you because it would be a breach in security. We have very strict rules about protecting the three of you and your families and the remaining Death Eaters are still out there."

"The only thing you're doing is protecting her from me! Which is the last thing she needs protecting from!" Ron kicked the door angrily.

"Ronald Weasley—"

He groaned. That only reminded him of Hermione.

"Please just tell me where she is…or how to find her…I'll figure out the rest…please." Ron said quietly. He ran his hand on the door frame.

Kingsley sighed and flicked his wand summoning a piece of parchment which flew towards Ron.

"This is the name of her handler in Australia. That's all I know."

Ron sighed looking at the paper. It wasn't a lot but he would take it.

Ok so what did you think? Tell me pleaseeee. Also same rules as last chapter anyone who gives a review (a signed in review) will get a sneak peak of the next chapter by Wednesday. Mine was a little this week but I was sick and nyquil isn't forgiving. So please review and please read my new story I think you'd like ittt.