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    Harry Potter and the Amazon Queen

    “Maybe he’s inside the Shack,” suggested Ginny with a shrug. “We didn’t exactly specify in or out.” 

    Harry took her hand and with a gesture to Hermione, they apparated inside. “Still no sign of Ron. Where could he be?” 

    “I don’t know, could he have gone somewhere else on the way back?” asked Ginny.

    “He didn’t mention it, and he knew how late we were,” said Hermione. “Harry, do you have the Marauder’s Map with you? Maybe you can find him there.” 

    Harry pulled the map out of his pocket and looked at it doubtfully. “It doesn’t really work very well off school grounds, but I’ll give it a try,” he said following with the incantation to activate the map. He peered at the map, but couldn’t see any sign of Ron anywhere. “Nothing. Let’s run back to the castle and see if he got ahead of us somehow.”

    The trio ran through the tunnel from the Shrieking Shack to the Whomping Willow. Before exiting, Harry checked the map again. “Still nothing. I’m getting worried. Do we go in and hope he shows up, or do we go looking for him and risk getting caught coming back after-hours?”

    “He may be a dolt, but he’s my brother,” said Ginny, “we can’t just leave him out there.”

    “But we don’t know where he is,” said Harry. “Wait! Hermione, d’you think it’s possible to apparate somewhere by concentrating on a person instead of the place? Like if we concentrated on Ron’s face, say a few feet in front of us, d’you think we could find him that way?”

    “I don’t know,” said Hermione, shaking her head, “but at this point it’s worth a try. I’m going with you,” she finished determinedly.

    “Ok, Ginny, the coast is clear. Go back into the castle and we’ll go look for Ron.

    “Oh, no you don’t! You’re not leaving me behind. We’re in this together. C’mon we’ve got to get off school grounds again if we’re going to go looking for him,” said Ginny, taking off at a dead run back towards the Shrieking Shack.  

    As soon they got back to the Shack, Harry said, “Are you ready to try this, Hermione?”

    “No, but I don’t see that we have any choice. Concentrate on Ron. See him in your mind, and try to apparate to him,” said Hermione, closing her eyes and trying desperately to picture the young man for whom she cared so much, but was afraid to tell. 

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