DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

Chapter 03: Finding Hermione

Charlie wanted to go after her but there was the fact that he didn't even know where she went to so instead he pushed his youngest brother up against one of the walls and glared at him. Behind him he could hear his mother and sister gasp as he growled.

"Where would she go?" He growled.

"I don't know. I can never find her when she apparates randomly." Ron whispered before gulping.

"Charlie, let him go. Maybe we can find a clue where she might be in her things." Ginny pleaded with him as she tugged on his arm softly.

"You better hope I find her." Charlie growled once more before letting his brother down and following Ginny up to the room where Hermione and her were sharing.

The first thing Charlie checked was Hermione's clothes pockets for any scrap of paper but found none, he then proceeded to dig around in her suitcase and came up again with nothing.

"Ginny, you and Hermione used to share this room quite a few times when you two were younger. Did she ever have a journal or diary?" Charlie asked, grasping at loose straws.

"Yeah, the summer before Bill and Fleur got married she wrote in a diary every night but I don't think she took it with Hogwarts with her. She hid it in one of the floorboards near her bed I think." Ginny answered while she got on her knees and started check the floorboards.

Joining his sister on his knees he tried to open about twenty floorboards before finally coming across a loose one that hid a simple scarlet diary under it. Flipping it open he could instantly tell it was hers by the neat handwriting that seemed to flow across the page gracefully. Flipping the pages his fingers touched on a picture of a place he had never seen but it was at least a lead to where she might be.

The vibrant green grass felt soft underneath her bare skin as she lay underneath the shade of birch trees. Somewhere in the distant she could hear a gurgling stream that she crossed many times in her childhood during summer days while she came to this one spot to read her books and dream about the future. It was about a mile from her parent's old house and she'd been coming here since the summer she found out she was a witch. Ever since then she'd come her whenever she could or whenever she had a problem.

When she lost the first baby she came here and cried for hours wondering where she went wrong. Then when she lost her second baby she came here again and sobbed for her unborn children. The first time she caught Ron cheating on her she came here and looked at the clouds as she wondered how she messed up her karma to the point where life was punishing her. Now she was here because her secret was out and she didn't know if she could even stand to be in a room with Ron anymore. Truthfully she wondered if he ever really cared about those miscarriages like he claimed to, he wasn't ever excited when she told him that she had gotten pregnant in fact he looked absolutely horrified at the idea of her being pregnant.

Somewhere behind her she heard a 'pop' and the sound of a random branch snap and instinctively her wand was out and pointed at her intruder within a second.

"Hermione put your wand down. It's me Charlie." His low voice instantly soothed her a little as she lowered her wand.

"How'd you find me? Nobody's ever been able to find me when I've came here in the past." She whispered as he crossed the distance between them.

"Your old diary." He whispered back as he took her hand in his.

"Why?" Looking down at their entwined hands she couldn't help but question.

"Because for some reason I feel the biggest urge to make sure you're ok. I don't want you to be hurting Hermione. I care for you already." Nothing in her life ever sounded as sincere as that had and slowly her eyes met his.