Red Roses and Silver Rings

Chapter One - At Least

It's been twenty-one days since Hermione Granger has seen or heard from Harry Potter.

The war came to an end. Voldemort is in charge. The world is different and everyone is scared shitless. What does it mean when a psychopath is running your world?

What could happen to you? Or the others around you?

Sitting in the library with her mind lost in a book, Hermione is trying to find a way in just how she could possibly speak to Harry. The last time she saw him was when he fell out of Rubius Hagrids hold and ran for his life.

Where could he be? She mutters. Hermione Granger knows everything. You could ask her a question and she would know the answer right away. But yet here she is, three weeks after the end of the war, chewing her lip in the schools library, lost and confused on where her best friend could be.

No signs. No trace. No nothing. She was truly on her own with this.

Her other best friend Ron Weasley was hopeless. He was too distraught from not being able to contact Harry to even think straight. I mean, he thought he was dead. Everybody did.

Imagine you're in a war, you think your best friend is dead. Then he suddenly jumps and is alive but is gone in the blink of an eye. What would you do?

Hermione spent her days and nights in this place. Even more than she did before the war. Her friend Ginny Weasley had been trying to get Hermione to step away from the pages and look at the outside world but Hermione is too stubborn and will not give up until finds a way forward.

Reading reports on The Daily Prophet every week that Harry was dead and that no one had seen him and that people should just give up was taking its toll on Hermione. She was angry that people felt this way about him. All that he did for them and they just throw him to the side like a piece of rubbish; it's crappy.

She doesn't believe he is dead. She knows their's more to it. Harry would never leave his friends behind without a reason.

Picking up her coffee cup only to realise there is none in there made her audibly groan. Coffee has been her clutch as of recent days. Staying up takes its toll on a person.

Sighing in defeat when she sees the clock is at eleven p.m, she finally decides to call it a night and go to bed. It seems that everyone who had decided to come back this year is also out of bed. It's June and the school year normally starts in September but McGonagall couldn't bear to shut down the school knowing her students were without homes and parents.

Seeing all of the remaining forty students was a chilling sight to see. Knowing hundreds of students would be here normally. The school was practically empty and you could tell by the quietness. You could hear a pin drop.

Walking through the corridor she speeds her legs up when she sees Ginny Weasley talking to the lovely blonde Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood. Their faces lighting up when they see her.

"Fucking finally, missy. I've barely seen you these last four days. What the hell have you been up too?" Ginny jokes bringing a grin to Hermione's face.

"Sorry, Gin. I've been trying to find ways to contact Harry or to even locate him. You haven't found anything have you?" She questions, hoping sparking in her eyes.

Ginny shakes her head. "Nope. I can't find a thing. You would think after all this fucking reading that you have done, you would be able to pick on anything. I've never read so much shite in my life!" She exclaims.