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Molly Weasley was walking around Diagon Alley, trying to find something to get for Harry for his birthday next week. She had been really worried about him ever since Lova went missing. Even though it had been two years, Harry was still as upset about it as if she disappeared yesterday. They had all tried everything they could to find her but since she hadn't used magic and her parents had died, the ministry assumed she died as well or just decided to leave and start a life somewhere else. Harry couldn't accept that though, he said that Lova was waiting for him to get back and he didn't understand why she would just vanish the moment he returned.

Sighing, Molly started to make her way over to where the Wall of the Missing was located when something caused her to stop dead in her tracks. Standing near the wall were three people and the one that caught her attention was a girl who looked like Lova. Not sure what to do, Molly just watched the three people interact with each other. If Lova was back, why didn't she tell anyone? Where had she been? Molly herself had even started to believe that maybe Lova was dead after all.

"Jayce, how am I missing? I'm not missing, I'm here!" Lova started to cry into the man's shoulder that Molly heard was Jayce.

"I don't know, Lov. I don't know." Jayce rubbed Lova's back and held her close to his chest as he tried to figure out something to say to make her feel better.

"Come on, let's go home. Maybe something will come to you with some sleep. We have been up a while." The girl who was standing with them said.

"Yeah, Leila's right." Jayce said trying to sound optimistic. "Maybe if you slept for a bit, you'd remember something."

Molly watched as Lova stared at the photos she had in her hands, nodding slowly. She couldn't just let Lova leave after being gone for so long. She had to stop her and try to get her to come back. Quickly, Molly darted from her place in the street over to where the group was.

"Lova!" Molly announced when she reached them. "Don't leave."

Lova seemed not to recognize Molly and that hurt her. Molly had considered Lova as another daughter. She had come and hung out at the Burrow a few weeks during the summers and she visited on some holidays, mostly to see Harry but still. She enjoyed having Lova around and she certainly loved the effect that she had on Harry.

"I'm sorry, do you know me?" Lova asked with slight hope in her voice.

"You don't know who I am?" Molly took a step back and looked between the two people next to her. "What did you do to her?"

"Whoa lady. We didn't do anything. We've taken care of her." Jayce spat back, upset that someone would imply that he would hurt Lova.

"Do you know Lova?" the girl, Leila, asked Molly trying to keep Jayce calm.

"Of course I know her!" Molly exclaimed. "I've missed you so much. Where have you been?"

"Who are you?" Lova asked the woman, trying to understand what exactly was going on. "I don't know who you are!"

"I'm Molly. Where have you been, Lova?" Molly asked again, trying to figure out why Lova was acting so strange.

"What do you mean where have I been? I've been here in London for the most part." Lova said putting her hands over her eyes as her head started to pound.

"Wait, if you know Lova and, according to this wall, she's been missing for two years why haven't you tried to find her?" Jayce demanded stepping in front of Lova now to come face to face with Molly.

"What do you mean? We did try! We all tried! Lova, tell me what happened to you." Molly tried to step around Jayce to get to Lova.

"No. She's been supposedly missing for two years and no one came looking for her. We've been taking care of her and then we stumble into this crazy mess and suddenly your shouting at her and accusing us of doing something? No." Jayce's voice started to get louder as he spoke, causing some people to watch the scene they were making.

"Jayce, calm down. We don't need to make a scene right now." Leila stepped between Molly and him, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Jayce, stop yelling, please. This isn't helping. Ah!" Lova exclaimed from behind them, kneeling down and holding her head in pain. She felt as if her brain was melting and going to ooze out of her ears at any moment.

"Lova!" Jayce's voice was full of concern as he knelt down next to Lova to make sure she was okay.

"Let's get her home." Leila said quietly. "I'm sorry, Molly. We have to go."

Jayce pulled Lova up to her feet, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to make sure she wouldn't fall over. Leila walked behind them, making sure that Molly wasn't following them and to make sure no one else bothered them as they made their way back to the brick wall that let them in. Lova slowly lifter her arm and touched the correct brick that let the wall become and archway before she leaned back into Jayce.

"It hurts so much." She whispered to him, feeling her vision go blurry.

"I've got you, it's okay." Jayce said reassuringly to her. "Leila and I are here."

"We'll be home soon, Lova." Leila added trying to make her feel better.

Lova was still clutching the photos in her arms when she felt her whole world go dark. She didn't know what was happening or who that woman was but she was determined to find out and she hoped that, with these pictures, she could piece her life back together.

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After Molly watched Lova walk away with her two friends, she immediately went to the ministry to find Hermione and tell her what happened. She couldn't believe that Lova had acted that way and with the way her two friends spoke, she was sure that they were muggles. That had to be the only explanation.

Molly quickly walked down all the halls of the ministry, taking the elevator to Hermione's floor; only to run out as soon at it dinged signaling it was there. People were staring as she was running down the hall but she didn't care. This was huge and she needed to tell Hermione, she needed them to know. When she reached the door that read Hermione Granger, Molly knocked loudly and waited impatiently for her to answer the door. Tapping her foot on the dark carpet of the hall, she finally heard Hermione open the door.

"I'm very busy right now—Molly. Is something wrong with Ron?" Hermione asked, eyes going wide at the thought of Ron being hurt.

"Not at all. This isn't about Ron. Can I come in?" Molly asked as she pushed her way through the door.

Hermione opened the door to let the older woman through before closing it behind her and returning to the spot behind her overly organized desk. She moved the papers that were in front of her to a tray that was on her left. She hadn't seen Molly look this way since the war and it was starting to worry Hermione.

"Molly, what's wrong?" Hermione asked leaning forward on her desk to give the woman she thought as another mother her full attention.

"I saw her today, Hermione. In Diagon Alley she was there." Molly said quickly with a dazed look on her face.

"Who was there?" Hermione still wasn't following whatever Mrs. Weasley was trying to tell her.

"Lova. I saw her. I spoke to her. She was there, Hermione. She's alive." Molly whispered, tears coming to her eyes.

Hermione's hands instantly flew to her mouth, covering it as she sucked in a breath. Lova had been her best friend at Hogwarts, besides the boys of course. Lova was her first real girl friend and ever since third year when they had the majority of their classes together, they became inseparable. Hermione was the one that introduced Harry and Lova in the first place and they all became fast friends after that. She couldn't believe that Lova was really alive. After six months of nothing, Hermione came to the conclusion that she was most likely dead. She had tried to tell Harry that he needed to let Lova go but that only made him angrier at the situation so she gave up. She came to terms with the fact that her best friend was gone long ago and now to hear that she's been alive this whole time, it was mind blowing.

"She's really alive?" Hermione asked as tears started to form in her eyes as well. "She's really here?"

"Yes." Molly nodded. "I couldn't believe it either. But she's alive and she's here in London. I don't know how we've missed it but she's really here, Hermione. We have to get her back."

"I know. I'll see what I can do from here to get more information about her. Thank you for coming straight to me." Hermione stood up and started towards the door to try and see if she could figure out anything.

"Hermione." Molly reached a hand out to put on her shoulder. "There's one more thing."

"What is it?" Hermione turned around, afraid of what she was about to hear.

"I don't think she remembers us. When I went up to her, she didn't recognize me at all. She seemed shocked that I knew her. Then one of her friends had said she had been with them for two years and had gotten mad at me for not coming to look for her. I don't think she remembers anything. They said they stumbled into Diagon Alley and they didn't know what it was." Molly explained, remembering what Jayce had yelled at her.

"She didn't remember you?" Hermione was shocked at this. "So her friends were muggles?"

"That's what I'm guessing. We need to find her." Molly clenched her fist in determination.

"We will. I'll see what I can do from here and then I'll let you know. Promise me one thing, Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione added as Molly started to walk out of the room.

"What is it, dear?" Molly asked, turning around in the doorway.

"Don't tell Harry until we figure out where she is and what happened. I don't want to get his hopes up and get him upset right now. He's on a mission for work and I can't have this distracting him and making him more on edge." Hermione bit her lip.

"Of course." Molly nodded, understanding where Hermione was coming from completely. "Let me know what you find out."

"Will do. Thank you again." Hermione said as Molly exited her office.