Ron and Hermione had turned in a while ago, leaving Harry alone listening to the continued news report by Fred, George and Remus. It was then that he heard news that was both horrifying and made him more elated than he had been since finding the locket and destroying it. Remus was making the report.
"Finally, before signing out this evening, I have news on the whereabouts of Fabiana Prewett. For those of you who don't know, she was abducted by Death Eaters last year during the incident at Hogwarts. I have it from a new informant inside the wolf pack of Fenrir Greyback, where Fabiana was last known to be that Greyback brought her to another location to be kept until such a time he could collect her. He does not have any information as to where she has been taken or when Greyback intended to collect her, but he also reports that Fabiana has not been seen among the wolves since being handed over to other parties unknown. If anyone has any information on the exact whereabouts of Fabiana Prewett, or has any suspicion that someone you know has information, don't hesitate to contact us here on the WWN. That's all for tonight. Potter Watch is out."
Harry turned off the radio and sighed shakily. She was alive. At least the last anyone saw her she was. But where on earth would the werewolf have taken her for safekeeping? Harry couldn't begin to imagine. But he could imagine giving up this whole thing and searching for Ana instead. Horocruxes weren't going anywhere, but Ana might be on her last rope. She could be dying at that moment. But he knew there was no way he could abandon the search for the last items. Ana wouldn't want him to leave them in favor of trying to find her. She knew just as much as he did how important it was to end this as soon as possible. She would end up blaming herself for all the lives lost because of her, even if she herself lived. And frankly, Harry would probably feel his own guilt along those lines. She wanted him to find the Horcruxes; he knew it. Harry just hoped he would come across Ana in the process.
Like every other time he thought about her since he last saw her, Harry's heart ached. He blamed himself for sticking close to all the others when the Death Eaters came into the school. He blamed himself for going after Snape instead of making sure everyone was okay as the intruders retreated. Hell, if he hadn't had all eyes on Snape maybe he would have noticed that one of those Voldemort loving snakes had Ana in their grasps. He hadn't noticed...hadn't done a thing for her. And now she might die because of it.
No, Harry told himself. I can't blame myself. What's done is done and I can't keep beating myself up for it. If I can just find her alive, that will be all the atonement I need. Harry made his way to his bed and lay himself down. As he snuffed the lantern by his mattress, Harry tried to shove his final thought of the night from his mind: if I don't find her alive it won't matter what I accomplish in all this...I'll never forgive myself.