Save me (Drarry)

Chapter 5 🥧

Ron's POV

The order was was in a frenzy. The only thing we knew was that Harry had gone to Diagon Alley and dissapeared. After scanning multiple memories from witches and wizards that remembered seeing Harry we found the alley he left in. Everyone was convinced the death eaters got to him and the wizarding world was bloody hectic.

Hermione had been reading all of our maps and data books over Voldemort and his followers for days, and we still made no headway. I spent most of my time rewatching the memories or comforting a sobbing Ginny.They had been very close since he saved her life.

Ron chuckled, shaking his head. All of the insomnia he had because of Harry's missing presence was making him go crazy. He was probably only sick because Ginny was his baby sister.

He was currently on his way to Grimwald Place for a secret meeting. Hermione was walking alongside him, her head buried in a research paper called something along the lines of 'can you accio a person' the first time she  saw it she laughed until she cried, but it seemed we were all getting desperate to find Harry.

It wasn't as if Ron could just Accio a Harry James Potter!

"Ron!" Where are you walking? We are already here!" Hermione yanked an his forearm pulling him up the drive. He hadn't noticed he started walking past Grimwald's. Maybe this situation was effecting him more than he thought.

"Sorry Moine," he mumbled opening the door for her. They walked down the dark, narrow hallway nervously. Usually they had Harry taking the lead or easing the tension in situations like this. But know they were on their own, having a top secret gathering with the most powerful and brave witches and wizards to exist, by themselves.

Dumbledore exited the kitchen just in time to meet them. He gestured with his arm for them to continue down the hallway before speaking.

"It is good to see you both, Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley. How have you been since Harry's kidnapping?" Ron bit at his fingernails, a bad habit he picked up in fourth year while Harry was being his Gryffindor self and fighting dragons.

"We are managing Professor Dumbledore." Hermione replied softly trying to be polite but to be honest they were holding on by a thread. Merlin only knew what Voldemort is capable of.

The group entered a room resembleing a living room. A piano sat in the back corner taking up the back half of the room. Two bland monotone couches faced each other at the front most of the room. A fireplace took up the empty space on the wall and lastly ugly grey drapes covered the windows.

It slightly reminded Ron of the Slytherin common room from when they snuck in during second year with polyjuice potion. It didn't surprise him because all-besides Sirius of course- of the Black family was in Slytherin, much like the rest of the pure blood scum at Hogwarts.

Remus Lupin, Tonks, His parents, Mad eye, the twins, and a few others he couldn't recognise were gathered in small semi circles all talking in hushed tones. Dumbledore clapped his hands to grab their attention, "Everyone is now here, let us begin."

A few people sat down, everyone else stood stiffly around the couches. Ron and Hermione trudged awkwardly over to Fred and George hoping their humor in difficult situations would help.

"Does anybody have any idea where they could have taken Harry?" Remus blurted grimacing immediately after the words escaped his mouth. He rubbed his temple absently. Everybody knew the loss of Sirius hit him the most.

They grew up together and they were dating when he had to watch his lover die in front if his eyes. Remus stopped talking or going out for months after his death. Tonks comforted him, and eventually convinced him to help them end the bastard who spared on Sirius's death. Lupin reentered the Order with a new burst of fire keeping him going long after everyone else had given up.

"Well based on our few scattered sightings of death eaters over the last few years, I have concluded he must be at the Zabini Mansion, the Malfoy Manor, or outside of the country. That is, when you don't include all of their completely random houses and stores owned by their supporters." Hermione told them holding her head high, clearly proud of her findings.

"Well that is somewhere to start," Fred chuckled.

"If you mean by two pureblood houses, and 194 countries." George continued.

"Sounds easy enough, we choose the States! Heard they have quite the fashion taste." Fred agreed. Hermione rolled her eyes, grumbling about boys and gits.

"Let's start at Zabini Manor then, shall we? They have silently been funding Voldemort's cause for the last decade, if not longer. I don't know if any of them have the dark mark, but I would bet anything they have strong ties to many death eaters. Not to mention Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy have been friends for years, and since Lucious Malfoy was sent to Azkaban for that very reason, I would beleive the Zabini family could be holding Harry as a prisoner." Hermione sounded brilliant! The room was dead silent contemplating her words. It shocked him a 16 year old girl could impact the Order of the Pheonix.

"So what do you propose Hermione? We march into their home without any real evidence except that of your gut and demand they pass over the Chosen One when they might not even have him?" Molly questioned.

"Of course not, but we should look deeper into their family." She retorted slightly offended they thought that she would think of that. "Next would be Malfoy Manor. They are obviously supportive of Voldemort. And Malfoy-Draco- hasn't been seen for months. He could be doing any number of missions from the Dark Lord. And where better to hide the Savior of the World than a place that has high levels of trained security?" She didn't have to make much of an argument for the Malfoy's although, since everybody in the room had a long list of offenses the Malfoy's had inflicted on them, Ron included.

"Other than that, it is anybody's guess what happened to him." She choked out.

"Well we might as well start at the top of the list and work our way down then. Zabini Manor it is." Arthur suggested.