RP: Gone
Date: 10 August 1998
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, [Auror Jennings], Fenrir Greyback
Location: Grimmauld Place and Hogwarts briefly, then elsewhere
Status: Private
Summary: Ron and Harry find where Greyback's kept Hermione.
Completion: Complete
Harry jogged up the stairs from the kitchen, crunching on the apple he'd decided to eat to tide him over until dinner. He'd only been home from the Ministry a few minutes; before classes started on the first of September, he was doing full-time days at his internship. It was a good change of pace from what had become the daily minutiae of post-war life for him -- wake up, eat, go to Hogwarts to help with repairs, mess around for a few hours, go home, eat, sleep. Repeat. Hermione and Ron had both had work of some sort, but he felt as if he'd been running on a wheel and not really headed anywhere. And, well. Maybe that feeling wasn't entirely gone, but having a goal, however distant, and a job helped in a small way. It was just that much closer to normal.
When he reached the sitting room, he stopped and sprawled into a chair before nodding to Ron, who was home from his day the shop now as well. No Hermione yet, that he could see, but she would likely only just be getting ready to leave work by now. And she would owl if she were going to be late.
"Hey mate," he said, "Just spoke to Kreacher; dinner should be in an hour or so. Hermione hasn't owled or anything, right?" It was a stupid question considering Ron had only just got home and Harry would know better than he whether they'd got any post.
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, [Auror Jennings], Fenrir Greyback
Location: Grimmauld Place and Hogwarts briefly, then elsewhere
Status: Private
Summary: Ron and Harry find where Greyback's kept Hermione.
Completion: Complete
Harry jogged up the stairs from the kitchen, crunching on the apple he'd decided to eat to tide him over until dinner. He'd only been home from the Ministry a few minutes; before classes started on the first of September, he was doing full-time days at his internship. It was a good change of pace from what had become the daily minutiae of post-war life for him -- wake up, eat, go to Hogwarts to help with repairs, mess around for a few hours, go home, eat, sleep. Repeat. Hermione and Ron had both had work of some sort, but he felt as if he'd been running on a wheel and not really headed anywhere. And, well. Maybe that feeling wasn't entirely gone, but having a goal, however distant, and a job helped in a small way. It was just that much closer to normal.
When he reached the sitting room, he stopped and sprawled into a chair before nodding to Ron, who was home from his day the shop now as well. No Hermione yet, that he could see, but she would likely only just be getting ready to leave work by now. And she would owl if she were going to be late.
"Hey mate," he said, "Just spoke to Kreacher; dinner should be in an hour or so. Hermione hasn't owled or anything, right?" It was a stupid question considering Ron had only just got home and Harry would know better than he whether they'd got any post.