"What do you mean he just apparated away?!"
Harry Potter stood in his kitchen, fuming. After all, Fred Weasley had just apparated into his kitchen saying his best friend had been kidnapped by a famous investor, who is having an affair with his wife. So of course he wasn't taking it well. His fiancé, Ginny, stood next to him, soothingly rubbing circles his back. Fred stood across from them, next to the sink, having just finished retelling the nights events.
"I don't know where he took her, though. I was hoping you would have some idea. There wasn't enough time for me to grab onto her or him to apparate with them. And there definitely wasn't enough time to pull her away," Fred explained.
Harry sighed. "Let's go to the Auror office. I'll need to ask Kingsley for permission to track an overage wizard. But I'm sure he will grant it, because not only did Garcia kidnap someone, he kidnapped one of Kingsley's best Aurors."
Ginny and Fred nodded in agreement. Harry looked at the clock.
"It's 8 o'clock now, so Kingsley will be at home. I'll floo him, and tell him what happened and what we plan to do."
Ginny glanced at both of the men. "You better be quick about all of this. I don't want Hermione getting hurt. If she gets hurt it's on your head, Fred. I swear to God, as soon as I see the little dipsh--" Fred coughed loudly, effectively cutting off Ginny's curses, "-- Garcia, he will face the wrath of not only me, but all of the Weasleys. And let me tell you, he is going to be a sight for sore eyes when mum is through with him."
Harry and Fred nodded.
Harry grabbed some floo powder, and threw it into the fireplace saying the Minister of Magic's address, before poking his head in the fireplace.
He immediately regretted it. What he saw made him gag. Kingsley was viciously attacking his wife with his lips and tongue on the sofa, as she moaned in pleasure. They seemed to have not noticed the warm orange flames, change to an explosive green.
Kingsley's hands snaked underneath his wife's shirt, and was about to take it off, when Harry had decided he'd seen enough and cleared his thoat.
Kingsley and his wife jumped apart, wide eyed. They both looked into the fireplace to see Harry Potter himself, looking half amused and half serious, and started to blush a violent shade of red. It wasn't the ideal position for the Minister of Magic to be found in.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to Kingsley about something that has just come up," Harry said, businesslike. Kingsley's wife nodded and exited the room, the blush never leaving her face. Harry climbed through the fireplace, so he could talk to Kingsley face-to-face.
"Good evening Mr. Potter," Kingsley said, straightening his appearance.
"Hullo Kingsley. So long story short, Hermione has been kidnapped, so we need permission to track two overage wizards and witches," Harry blurted. Kingsley blinked.
"Let's go to the Auror Department. You will also need to contact the Head of the Auror Department," Kingsley said, without missing a beat.
"Okay, I'll do that now while you go to the Auror Department now. Fred and Ginny also want to be part of the mission," Harry replied.
"Get them to come with you then," Kingsley said, standing up and exiting the room. He came back a minute later. "Needed to tell Mary what was happening. Let's go."
He grabbed floo powder, threw it into the fireplace and said loud and clear, "Ministry of Magic."
Harry then apparated back to his own home.
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Hermione continued to scream, even though she had no idea where she was. Paulo tried gagging her, but to no avail.
"Shut up, you hag," boomed Paulo.
Hermione scrunched her face up and screamed louder, if possible. Paulo groaned. He put her on the ground and bounded her with invisible ropes, using his wand. He smirked as she screamed. The Brightest Witch Of Her Age screaming for his mercy.
"Where are we, Garcia?!" Hermione screeched, in utmost rage.
Paulo laughed, a low cruel laugh. "Where's the fun in that if I just tell you? And by the way... no one can hear your screams. This room is warded against apparition, so good luck." Paulo grinned. "I can do whatever I want to you, and no one will ever find out."
Hermione stopped screaming and glared vehemently at him, before looking at her surroundings. She was in a dark, shabby room with no windows. A dingy bed, that had moth eaten hangings and brown sheets, sat in the corner. Hermione shuddered. This room reminded her of the Shrieking Shack.
"Do you like your new living quarters? I picked them out my self," Paulo said, observing her, looking quite proud of himself.
"You picked this out? If you done this, with the intention of me living in nice living quarters, then you are even more stupid than I thought," Hermione shrieked. "Surely this shouldn't pass health codes. You'd be mad to live in something like this."
Paulo huffed, and walked away from her towards the only door in the room. He turned around and said, "you may have just made the biggest mistake of your life," before undoing her binding spell, and walking out. Hermione heard a lock sound and footsteps becoming quieter and quieter, until they were non-existent.
Hermione let out a breath, not really knowing if he was talking about her offending his styling and house picking skills. It didn't matter, because she let her true fear show on her face anyway.
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"Okay, so let's go then," Ginny exclaimed, when Harry had finished telling them about the plan and awkward situation.
Fred quickly grabbed floo powder and flooed to the Ministry. Harry followed suit, who was quickly followed by Ginny.
They all rushed to the Auror Department, where they saw Kingsley flipping through paperwork, that they all suspected were the legal forms of Overage Trace Tracking. He raised his head to see them before waving them over, and nodding his head in greeting.
"We should legally be allowed to Trace Hermione and Garcia, seeing the circumstances we are under. We just have to reactivate the Trace on both of them and we will be able to find them easy," Kingsley said, getting down to business
"Okay. So let's reactivate Hermione's Trace first," Harry said.
Kingsley grabbed a document that had "HERMIONE GRANGER" plastered over the top of it. "We all have one of these. It has our O.W.L. scores and N.E.W.T. scores, as well as occupation, family, etcetera, etcetera."
Kingsley grabbed his wand and pointed it at the paper and began muttering words.
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Hermione was lying down on the hard, cold floor, muttering to herself. Muttering small nothings, because Paulo had taken her wand. How was she going to get herself out of this one? She couldn't do any wandless magic, she was still learning it. She groaned. She was starving. She hadn't eaten anything before the supposed date.
Harry was right. She should have said no. Paulo was a douchebag. A narcissistic man who sleeps with other women, even though he has a wife and children. Hermione closed her eyes and reprimanded herself. What was she thinking? She should have read up on Paulo to see his history on dating. But no. She thought he looked genuine and kind, so didn't bother. She was Hermione Granger for Merlins sake!
Hermione's eyes fluttered open, as her train of thought was interrupted by a tingling in her chest. She looked down at her chest, and discovered it was glowing. Hermione did a double take. Her chest was glowing!
Hermione hesitantly touched her chest. Nothing happened. She looked around, as if the answer would say, "yes, hello, I'm here." But nothing was there. She frowned.
She heard footsteps coming her way. She had to hide the glowing from Paulo, but it was visible through her dress. Hermione looked around the room frantically, and her eyes fell on the bed. She whimpered. It was her only choice.
Hermione sprung to her feet, and got a bit dizzy from moving to fast. She ran across the room, in heels nonetheless, and jumped into the bed, pulling the covers over her, just in time before the door opened and Paulo's head stuck into the room. He sneered.
"Already jumping into bed for me, you ditzy bint," Paulo said, with a smirk.
"Most definitely," Hermione replied, nodding her head.
Paulo frowned. He was expecting a witty comeback, yet all he got was an agreement. Something was wrong and he was going to find out.
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