Chapter 41

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**George’s POV**

                                 

“I don’t know where else she could have gone,” Remus says, pacing up and down the room, “we’ve check the Burrow, Hogwarts, the Den, Diagon Alley, Hogsmead…”

I run my fingers through my hair.

“It’s been two weeks,” I say, “anything could have happened.”

“We will find her,” Fred says, “we have to.”

                                 

**Maddie’s POV**

                                 

When I arrived at the house two weeks ago it had been just as I remembered. My old room was exactly the same as it had been when I’d left it thirteen years ago. Everything was coated in dust, but now it’s all clean.

“It’s been eighteen weeks,” I tell my stomach, “shouldn’t you be moving around? Maybe you’re just lazy.”

I pick up my Puberty and Pregnancy book and look through the pages.

“Problems in pregnancy,” I read to my stomach, “if you reach twenty weeks without movement, or if there is no noticeable growth between weeks, there is a high chance you may have…”

I freeze looking at the next word. Miscarried. Suddenly a horrible thought comes into my mind. What if this baby, my baby has died? What if it’s all my fault? I should have been more careful!

I leap to my feet and run into the bathroom. I look at my stomach in the mirror. There’s no noticeable change from two weeks ago. If I don’t feel any movement in the next two weeks…

                                      

**George’s POV**

                                    

“There has to be somewhere we’ve forgotten,” I say, rubbing my eyes, “maybe she’s moving from place to place.”

“It’s been three weeks,” Fred says.

“I know.”

“George, where could she possibly have gone?”

I shake my head.

“I don’t know.”

                                

**Maddie’s POV**

                                   

As the twenty-week deadline approaches I begin feeling desperate.

“I’m sorry I said I hate you!” I tell my stomach, tears falling down and splashing on it, “I don’t hate you!”

I pause, hoping for something. Nothing happens.

“Please?” I beg, “just a little kick. Anything!”

Nothing.

“I don’t want to lose you!” I sob, “I was just being stupid and self-centred!”

Nothing.

“Oh, baby,” I sigh, “I love you so much!”

Kick.

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