My Missing piece (Harmione)

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In the dimly lit room, the atmosphere was tense with uncertainty. The little girl, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and fear, couldn't tear her gaze away from the wands that the others around her held high. In her trembling arms, she clutched a teddy bear, as if it were her lifeline. Ginny, her senses sharp, noticed the girl's unease and began to scrutinize her, searching for any signs of injury. She couldn't help but wonder if there was a hidden wound causing this distress.

The child's face bore the remnants of tears, now smudged with faint streaks of crimson, as if an attempt had been made to wipe them away. However, it dawned on Ginny that the blood wasn't the girl's own; it belonged to someone else. The realization sent a shiver down her spine, as she understood that this innocent child had been sent here for a reason, indicating a hidden story that was yet to unfold.

Tension hung heavy in the air as the group of friends stood there, wands trembling in their hands. Ginny's voice was hushed, carrying a sense of unease as she pleaded with her companions,
"Don't point your wands, guys; she's not comfortable with it." Her own body quivered with a nameless fear, an ominous feeling that something was terribly wrong.

Amidst the palpable anxiety, a name slipped from someone's lips like a curse. "Hermione..." The moment Hermione's name was uttered, the little girl in their midst burst into tears, her voice quivering as she repeated the word "Auntie Minnie." Their collective gasps of shock hung in the air like an impending storm.

Harry's voice was barely above a whisper as he muttered, "No, no, it can't be!" Yet, deep down, they all knew the dreadful truth. The little girl's presence, her calling Ginny "red auntie," it all pointed to the grim reality of Hermione's disappearance.

Ron's words cut through the melancholic silence, urgent and laden with sorrow. "Guys, Hermione's hurt. Death Eaters are on the loose. We need to act fast." The weight of their friend's peril bore down on them, casting a shadow of sadness and foreboding over their world.

A heavy sense of melancholy hung over the room, as the friends grappled with the disturbing situation before them. George's voice carried a plaintive tone as he sought answers, "But why didn't she come with this kid using the portkey? If she's the one who actually sent her?"

The room was filled with a solemn silence, broken only by a hesitant inquiry. "And how do we find out who's actually behind thi-" Neville's words broke through the uncertainty, his voice carrying the weight of their shared sorrow.

"Neville's right," Harry began, his voice tinged with sadness. "We need to find out who's on the loose and what exactly is going on. We need to act fast, especially if the blood on the girl is Hermione's..."

A somber determination settled upon them as they faced the grim reality. "We have to find out who this kid is first," Harry continued, his wand cutting through the air as he started pacing. "And also what happened. For that, we should use her memory and find out who's behind it." The room seemed to close in around them as they grappled with the unknown, the weight of sadness and uncertainty pressing down on their hearts.