Fred's POV
I listened to Harry talk and talk but I didn't really understand everything he said. Finally, I stood up and took a piece of paper, I scribbled a few solutions and it went a little like this:

Find out where she could be

Go there

Find her

Save her

Kill Voldemort for taking her away from me

I passed it to Harry and I saw him wink at Ginny and pass along the note. He never really did have a plan, so he knew that this was the best thing we had. Ginny and Harry went off to bed and Ron soon followed. George and I however, stayed up during the night trying to figure out where she is.

"Who hates her?" George asked

"Voldemort is the only person I can think of."

"Where would he be though? He can't be somewhere obvious but it still has to be big enough for all the death eaters to fit in."

"Malfoy!" was all I replied.

Forge just looked at me with confusion but still tried to figure things out. However, I answered his confused look fast enough.

"Malfoy hates Hermione. His father is a death eater and it is very likely he is too but my point is, the Malfoys are rich and they own a manor so that would be the ideal place to hide someone!"

George considered this and then his face looked grim. I understood why and I suddenly felt the same; this wasn't going to be an easy task and we weren't even sure how we were going to get in there and find Hermione.

Unexpectedly, I feel pain above anything else. It is unstoppable and I curl up in a ball and scream out. It is unbearable. This came out of nowhere and I have no idea when it's going to stop. I can see blurred figures 7 in total. They were all down here then. Mum helps me onto the sofa and does some healing spells but nothing helps. I am in agony. Soon enough, it is too much, I can't take it. I see Hermione's beautiful face asking for help in a black room and I black out.

Hermione's POV

I wake up in the same room as I blacked out in. Everything is pitch-black and I can't hear a thing. My head is pounding and my bones are aching, that's when I remember what happened. I try standing up but I can't, my legs give up after I put a fraction of my weight on them. So I lay there, not being able to move and just being able to think back to memories and to think about the future. One of the memories which comes back immediately to me is the day I met Fred.
FLASHBACK
"Have you seen a toad? A boy names Neville's lost one" I said
"No" three voices chorused back

"Well, if you do, give it to a prefect or to me. I'll be in compartment 9."

"Will do." This time only one answered. The boy was ginger, and the exact same person seemed to be sitting opposite him, he just had slightly darker freckles.

I left and continued asking around. I came back to my compartment empty handed but with a note on the seat.

"I've found your toad, come get it at compartment 77. F.W"

I went to that compartment to find the twin who'd answered me.

"You found it?" I asked hopefully

"Yes, but it leaped out of my hands when you opened the door." He replied

"Oh"

"I'm Fred" he said holding out his hand

"Hermione, Hermione Granger"
"Fred Weasley at your service"

"I better go look for the toad then…" I said sadly

"I'll help you if you want"

"No, Fred Weasley the Prankster doesn't need to help me." I replied

"How did you know I was a prankster, I never told you."

They were talking faster and faster

"I asked someone who you were. Your brother Ron to be exact."

"My beloved brother told my brother and me about you too. Is it your first year here?"

"It is my first year. Your brother didn't seem to like me much."

"Try a spell then. My brother is a git."

I took my wand out and performed the only spell I knew, but nothing happened, so in shame, I ran out.

END OF FLASHBACK

And now, it was very likely that I'd never see him again.

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What do you think? Did that spell really do NOTHING?