Disclaimer: I wish I was J.K Rowling, but I'm not…
A few weeks later, the Granger's house was packed up in boxes. Hermione had asked if they wanted to pack using magic, but the Grangers wanted to go through everything in their house and say goodbye to the life they had had in Australia. They wanted to get out of Australia and get back to their old life, Mrs. Granger wanted to see her sister, and Mr. Granger wanted to hug his mother again. Hermia was excited to be going somewhere new, but still didn't understand completely why they were going somewhere new. Hermione was just glad to have her family back, and was happy to be going home to the people she had come to know as her second family.
The Grangers were going to take an airplane to England, and were going to be picked up at the airport by Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, George, Harry, Ginny and Ron. Knowing them, they'd get a gigantic bus that was twice the size they needed, trying to be as muggle-ish as possible, but ending up sticking out like a sour thumb. Hermione had already transported all the packed boxes to their new, or old, house in Hampstead Garden, London. For some reason, their house had survived the war, and it was ready and waiting for the Grangers' return.
Mr. Granger had called the taxi service to get a taxi to drive them to the airport, and even though Hermia and her parents were excited to leave, they were still sad to see the house that they had been living in for two years to be left behind. "Bye house!" Hermia had exclaimed as they watched it disappear in the window of the back of the car.
The Grangers had all gone through security and check-in, and were all ready to get on the airplane. Hermione was imagining seeing all her friends again, and the Grangers were thinking about what Hermione's friends would be like. From everything that she had told them, they seemed like noble and sweet people, and the Grangers were happy for that.
"Flight 108 to London," said the flight attendant over the loudspeaker, telling everyone that it was time to get on their airplane and go home. The Grangers all walked through the gate with gigantic smiles on their faces, happy to be going back home. Hermia was excited to be on an airplane for the first time, and was bouncing up and down in her sister's arms. They were all happy to be going home.
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"Hurry up! Their aeroplane will be landing soon!" exclaimed Ron as he practically ran into the airport to greet Hermione and her family when they got off the airplane.
"It's an AIRplane, Ron. And we know you're excited to snog Hermione," Harry replied, rolling his eyes and fallowing Ron into the airport.
"I'm excited to meet her family, finally, and welcome them back," Ron said with his ears turning red with a blush.
"No, you just want to make out with your girlfriend again," Ginny teased Ron.
Ron's whole face was turning red now, but he didn't deny it. He was excited to finally see Hermione again. The group was excited to see her, and finally meet her family. They even got George to even come. It was the first time he had left his room since the Final Battle, and they knew that Hermione would be so pleased to see him there.
The doors opened to the gate, and people came running out, which was weird. Everyone ran in different directions, some screaming. Then, two people and a young girl ran towards the Weasleys, and they were all in tears. The women looked as if she had just had a break down.
"Are-are you t-the W-Weasleys?" the women said between tears.
"Are you Mrs. Granger? Are you okay?" asked Mrs. Weasley, concern etched on every part of her face. Mrs. Granger could only nod, and Mr. Granger stood next to her, with a comforting arm around his wife's shudders. He was white faced, as if he had just seen a ghost. The little girl, who everyone assumed was the adorable Hermia who Hermione had wrote to them about time and time again, was in tears, crying and screaming as if she had just woken up from a nightmare.
"Where's… where's Hermione?" Ron asked worriedly, as he started looking around for Hermione. Mrs. Granger just shook her head and cried even harder.
"Mrs. Granger, can you tell me what happened?" asked Mr. Granger in a soft and comforting tone.
"T-They… they took her! Because… she wouldn't… wouldn't say where the Potter-Potter boy w-was!" Mrs. Granger screamed as she let out another wail and buried her head in her husband's shoulder.
"What?" Harry sputtered out.
Ron stopped looking around for Hermione, and stared at Harry, then Mrs. Granger. Everyone had fallowed suit, and Harry looked so scared and worried. Harry turned white, and looked as if he would burst into tears, thinking about how it was the second time Hermione was getting hurt for him.
"Who took her?" Mr. Weasley asked softly, putting a gentle hand on Mr. Granger's shoulder. Mr. Weasley thought of Hermione as a daughter, and someone kidnapping her seemed crazy. She knew how to protect herself. Mrs. Granger just shook her head, not wanted to remember what had happened.
"I think it's time that we go home, and you can explain everything there," Mr. Weasley said with a forced smile. Mr. and Mrs. Granger nodded and fallowed the Weasleys into the car, but Ron and Harry stayed rooted in their spot, still not believing that Hermione wasn't going to walk through the door.
"What?" Harry sputtered out again.
"She…she's missing…" Ron muttered, still trying to wrap his head around it.
"But… that… that's impossible! She was supposed to be coming home…" Harry muttered back.
Ginny turned around before walking through the airport door, expecting to see Ron and Harry fallowing her, but she saw them standing in the middle of the airport. Ginny sighed and walked over to them. She, too, didn't want to believe that she was somehow taken their strong and amazing Hermione Granger. Ginny slipped her hands into Harry and Ron's hands, and started to drag them away and toward the door. Harry fallowed her, allowing himself to be dragged away, but Ron stayed rooted in his spot.
"Standing here isn't going to bring her back. Standing here isn't going to help us find out what happened," Ginny said softly to Ron. Ron took one final look at the door, wishing for Hermione to walk through it, and fallowed Ginny and Harry to the car.
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The huge group of people piled into the Weasley's living room at The Burrow. The three Grangers sat together on one long couch, while everyone else pilled in around them.
"Would you like anything, dears? Coffee? Tea? Food?" Mrs. Weasley asked, trying to keep herself busy so she would be distracted from Hermione. Everyone just shook their heads, still staring at the Grangers, waiting for them to tell everyone what happened on the airplane.
"Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, could you tell us what happened?" Mr. Weasley asked, cautiously. He knew that it wasn't some strange kidnapping, for people were running and screaming, and Hermione would be able to easily protect herself.
Mr. Granger nodded and told the story that he wished never happened and wished he could forget.
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"Buckle your seat belts, please. We are getting ready to land, and will be touching down at your destination in about a half an hour," said the flight attendant over the loudspeaker on the airplane.
Hermione, Hermia, and Mrs. and Mr. Granger all buckled their seat belts again, still with smiles on their faces. Hermione was trying the teach Hermia how to play a card game, but Hermia kept looking at Hermione's cards, not so discretely. Hermione laughed and let Hermia peak at her cards.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger smiled at their two daughters, happy to see them getting along so nicely. "I'm so glad Hermione came and found us," Mr. Granger whispered to his wife with a huge smile on his face.
"I believe you were the one who wanted to throw her on the street," Mrs. Granger whispered back, with a teasing smile.
"But that was when I couldn't remember her. Now I don't want her to leave," Mr. Granger replied, still smiling.
Then, there were three loud cracks, one after the other after the other, and the airplane shook a little. People at the front of the airplane screamed. The Grangers, except for Hermia who thought it was another game, looked at each other with worry.
Then, Mr. Granger saw three people walk toward their part of the airplane, looking through the rows. They were wearing black cloaks, with white masks on that looked like skulls. They looked like creepy characters that one would find in a nightmare. The looked down their row, and stopped.
"You!" The closets one screamed while pointing a wand in Hermione's face. She was sitting in the isle seat, and dangerously close to the cloaked figures.
"What do you want?" Hermione said, more strongly than she felt.
"Where is Potter?" One of the cloaked people asked harshly.
"The war is over! Why does it matter?" Hermione asked, just as harshly.
"To avenge the Dark Lord! Where is he?" The closest one asked.
"I'm not telling you," Hermione replied, stubbornly.
"Would you tell us if we used a little spell on this sweet little angel?" The third one asked, pointing it's wand at Hermia.
"Why would I? I don't know these people, I just met them on the flight," Hermione replied calmly.
Hermia looked at the wand in her face, and started crying. "Shhh, it's okay," Mrs. Granger soothed, taking Hermia into her arms, and watched the scene play out in front of her other daughter.
"What if we used it on you?"
Before Hermione could pull out her own wand, she felt a huge, familiar pain seep into her body. It flew through her veins and bones, making her scream out in pain.
"Ready to tell us, now?"
Hermione shook her head. She had been through this before, she could hold through, like in Malfoy Manor.
"CRUCIO!"
Hermione felt the pain again, but this time, she didn't scream. She only screamed and cried inwardly, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of hearing her pain.
"Still don't want to tell us? Fine, then. We'll take you with us," The first cloaked monster said with a laugh, grabbing onto Hermione's arm, and aparating with a loud crack.
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Everyone looked around at each other, realizing what it meant. Skull masks and black cloaks were the dress of Death Eaters, and they wanted to avenge Voldemort.
"It's all my fault…" Harry mumbled, turning white.
"What do you mean?" asked Mr. Granger.
"I-I'm Harry Potter. The boy they wanted…" Harry replied, "If some Death Eater wannabes are looking for me, I need to leave."
"Oh no your not. Then Herm- then she would have stood up to those creepy guys for nothing!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed, not wanting to say Hermione's name.
"I can't let all of you risk your lives for me… again!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yes you can, and we will," Mr. Weasley replied.
"I just realized, we never introduced ourselves to you!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, trying to change the subject.
"That's Ron," Mrs. Weasley said, pointing to Ron, "and Harry, Ginny, and George. I'm Molly, and this is my husband, Arthur."
"I'm Stephen, and my wife, Jen, and our daughter Hermia. We're kind of… um, traumatized, I guess, after today, so we're going to go home," Mr. Granger replied with a shaky smile.
"Why don't you stay here? We'll find room for you!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. Having a full house kept her distracted, and she would be happy for a distraction right about now.
"No, no, that's alright," Mrs. Granger said, as she picked up Hermia and walked out the door.
"Will we be able to borrow your car?" Mr. Granger asked.
"Sure," Mr. Weasley replied, handing him the keys and watching the Grangers walk out of the house.
"We have to find her," Ron said, speaking for the first time since they were at the airport.
"We will, Ron," Ginny said, grabbing Ron's hand for comfort, which was all Ginny could think to do to help Ron at the moment.
A/N: Dang! Things are heating up!
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