A in rage furiouser Harry stood before the desk of Gawain Robards. "Sir, you cannot do that!"

Robert directed to his full size "Auror Potter," he warned, "do not forget that I am the Head of the Auror Office!"

„I'm sorry Sir, but Ron is my best friend, and.."

"What's likely any witches and wizards all over the world know", interrupted Robards softly, "but we are searching every day, in every corner of Scotland, and no trace of Ron and Henry. How long should we look for them - a month, a year?"

"Please, give me one more day", asked Harry desperately.

Robards looked doubtfully at Harry.

"Sir, one damn day, that owe we them, " and added " that I owe Ron!"

Sighing agrees Robards: "Only one day more, you understand, only one day. And then the search will cease permanently."

Harry nodded in relief: "One day! Thank you, Sir."

At the burrow:

"Ginny, could you please get your father, the dinner is ready", Molly asked her daughter in a weak voice.

"Sure, Mum, is he in the Shed?"

"Where else these days, "said her big brother Charlie sadly.

"Dad?", Ginny quietly opened the door to the shed, "Dad?". Ginny looked relieved that her father dug deeper through a box, and not as otherwise motionless sitting in the chair. "What are you looking for?"

Her father did not answer, but fumbled more hectic through the box.

"Dad?"

Arthur turned to his daughter: "I've looked everywhere, but it is disappearing!"

"What is disappearing?" Ginny asked confused.

"The Wooden Boat!"

"A Wooden Boat? Oh Dad! I'll get you a new one boat tomorrow, I promise, but now please come eat."

Her father looked desperately: "No, you do not understand - I do not want a new boat"

"Then explain it to me, please!"

"Ron has carved this boat for my birthday, when he was 8 years old. And, and I put it carelessly away!" sobbed her father.

"Oh god, " Ginny ran to her father and embraced him. "We will continue looking for the boat, together! And we'll find it!"

Her mother stood petrified at the open shed door, then she turned around and went back into the house with heavy steps.

At www:

"5.000 Gallons? Are you mad?"

"You are George Weasley, owner of the WWW, 5,000 gallons are for you a pittance. And the life of your beloved brother, may be worth a few gallons, or?" said slyly Tim O'Donell.

"I will give you 2.500 now", growled George, "You get the rest, when Ron was found alive".

"Agreed, " Tim grinned. Eagerly he watched as George took a sack of gold out of the desk drawer.

"George, are you insane?", in the doorway stood a stunned Percy Weasley.

"Percy, go home, this is not your business, " George snapped furiously.

"Not my business? Have you forgotten that Ron is my brother, too, " Percy shouted beside himself. Then he turned to O'Donnell: ""Get out, you son of a bitch!".

Tim raised his hands: "I just wanted to help"

"I said, get out!"

Tim looked questioningly at George, who was silent, shrugged his shoulders and left the office with the words "Do not come back to me, when your brother is not being found. Now this is no longer my business!"

George puts the bag of gold back silently into his drawer. "Let me guess, my wife?" he asked tiredly.

"George, Angelina is very worried about you. You eat hardly, you are almost exclusively in the office and then you meet alone with such a guy."

"He came to me, he says, he has information on Ron's whereabouts!"

Percy raised his voice: "Do not be stupid, George, he just wanted your Gallons."

"Percy, I can not lose Ron, he is my baby-brother, "whispered George sadly.

"He is my brother, too, but don't you believe, that Harry will do anything to bring Ron back to us, to Hermione, to Rose and Hugo? I have every confidence in Harry. Come George, go home, your wife is waiting".

Percy waited until George was gone in the floo network, then he grabbed Floo powder and called "Home!".

At the Auror office from Harry Potter:

For hours, Harry had been reading through the reports of the search party – unfortunately without success. Sighing he laid the reports aside and turned to the 'relevant information' of helpful wizards and witches, such as:

I saw him, he was talking to my neighbor

Or such as:

He (Henry Clarence) sat next to me at the station

Or

He bought a newspaper in our shop, or was it a book?

Tired Harry reads note to note. Just as he wanted to put the papers back in the box, his gaze fell on the word 'Wazlib'.

Pete Shannon, junior Auror, could hardly wait, to go on his first mission. But like all newcomers, he was only allowed to take care of the paperwork. Bored, he fixed the reports of the senior Aurors, as Harry James Potter, his idol and role model, stood before him. "Auror P..Potter, Sir!" stuttered Pete, and jumped up from the chair.

"Is that your note?" asked Harry excitedly.

Blushing Pete looked at the paper, which Auror Potter held him to his face. "Ähh, yes, that's my note, Sir".

Harry closed his eyes briefly: "When did they get this information, Auror Shannon?"

Pete took another look at the paper: "Yesterday with a owl, Sir!"

"When exactly," Harry said impatiently.

"Wait, oh yes, I was about to go home", sheepishly looked Pete at Harry, "so, at about 17:00 o'clock."

"And now please explain, Auror Shannon, why you have this important note not passed to me or Robards?" said Harry through clenched teeth.

"The owl came from an old woman, who lives far away from the search area, and the neighbors say, the old woman is crazy and often confused."

"And therefore you thought this information is unimportant, right?"

"Yes, Sir," admitted Pete.

"Auror Shannon, I think, your first mission has become just a distant prospect"

2 hours later

Harry rang impatiently at the door of the family Granger, which short time later was opened by Jean Granger. "Harry?"

"Mrs. Granger, where is Hermione?" he asked impatiently.

"Hermione went with Rose for a walk", Mrs. Granger looked at her watch, "they would be right back. You can wait for her in the living room!"

„No thanks, I'll look for her", Harry turned around and ran to the street. Fantically looked he around. He decided to run to the left. "Oh god, let me find her!"

Suddenly, he heard behind him the happy call from his goddaughter Rose: "Uncle Harry, Uncle Harry!" When he turned around, he saw the little Rose in a hurry to get to her uncle. He crouched down and opened his arms wide. Rose happily jumped into his arms.

Harry squeezed her tightly, while his right hand gently stroked her red curls.

When he looked up, Hermione stood before him. He hardly recognized her, she had deep shadows under her lifeless eyes, dull hair, she also seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

"Uncle Harry, why are you crying, are you sad", asked Rose suddenly. Harry stood up and looked at Hermione over her daughter's head. "No, I am very, very happy, these are tears of joy"