Missing

Chapter 2

"They're ex-Death Eaters," Kingsley explained as they examined the old warehouse. "They were never taken to court after the war. They're obviously taking revenge on Harry for killing their master."

Ron wasn't listening. He already new the plan inside-out. He only cared about who was inside that warehouse.

Harry.

Harry—his best friend, his brother—was in there somewhere. Who knew what state he was in? Was he hurt? Worse? Ron wasn't worried about that right now. He was more worried about getting his friend out alive.

God help the bastards that had taken Harry, 'cause Ron was going to kill them.

"Ready, Ron?" Kinglsey asked, setting his hand on Ron's shoulder.

Ron nodded as determination settled over his features.

"Let's go."

***

Ron paced anxiously outside the hospital room doors. He shuddered as he remember what his best friend had looked like, chained to the warehouse wall as he had been when they found him.

Bruises. Cuts. Gashes. Welts.

Blood.

Ron shuddered again.

There had been so much blood.

When the Death Eaters had caught wind of Harry's rescue, they had done their best to finish him off.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!"

Ron jolted when he remembered the awful word being thrown at his friend multiple times. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed the horrid memories away.

Why Harry? What did he ever do?

"Mr. Weasley?"

Ron spun. Harry's Healer—Jacob Hall, if Ron remembered correctly, but he didn't really care at the moment—stood in the doorway into Harry's room. He looked tired and worn, but happy,nonetheless.

That was good—right?

"Jacob," Ron almost sprinted to him. "Is he—is he okay?"

Jacob gave a tired smile, "Harry's pretty banged up, but—somehow—he didn't sustain any internal injuries. Pretty astounding, considering the beating he received. He will have quite a few scars, though from the S—" he caught a look at Ron's face and backtracked "—the, uh, the spell used on him. But, given time, he should be as good as new."

"Is he accepting visitors?" Ron was almost surprised to hear his voice shaking.

"He's still asleep," Jacob answered. "We gave him a mild sleeping potion to help him get some rest. Looked like the poor guy had barely gotten any sleep—which I don't blame him. But yeah, it'll be fine if you sit with him." He paused. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Ron almost shook his head, but then thought of something. "Actually, can you owl my fiancé, Hermione Granger, and tell her where Harry is? She's with Harry's boyfriend, who's really torn up about it all. I didn't want to tell them where he was and get their hopes up, just in case… you know…"

Jacob smiled at him gently, "Of course I will. Now, go see your friend."

Ron smiled at him gratefully and stepped around him into Harry's room.

***

If you didn't know the events that had happened in the last week and a half, you would've thought there was a raid in St. Mungos with all the noise Draco was making as he searched frantically for his boyfriend.