Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

Granger and Mr. Potter?"
"No ma'am," said Ron.
Professor McGonagall looked again at the Journal, flipping through a few of the pages, and quickly
skimming over a few of the entries. "I see," said Professor McGonagall.
She slumped a bit in her chair, to Ron, she looked defeated. For the first time in his life, Ron saw
professor McGonagall truly and completely weary of what was happening around her. "Professor, what
are we going to do?" Ron asked
"The school has taken a student," said Professor McGonagall regretfully, "We have no choice but to
close the school."
"Just like in my second year," said Ron, the painful memories of his sister being taken in second year
rushing back to him.
"Yes," McGonagall said, "but this time, there isn't a hero to save the person taken. This time we don't
know where the student has been taken." Suddenly McGonagall looked even wearier than before, "This
time," she sighed, "the victim is the hero. Tomorrow morning I will tell the students that Harry Potter,
the boy-who-lived, Hero of the final battle, is missing."
That statement brought it home for Ron. Like a punch in the gut, he realized that Harry, who had
always been the one to lead the charge, had always been the one to be the savior, wasn't here to help.
And that scared Ron, more than spiders, more than Voldemort, more than anything else in the world.
Harry woke up slowly, he was groggy and it felt like he had been kicked in the chest by a hippogriff.
Harry's head pounded with a headache almost as bad as the ones he used to get when Voldemort and he
shared minds. In short Harry didn't feel good.
Looking around Harry couldn't see a thing, but he could hear well enough, he heard a far off echoing
dripping, he heard the soft shuffling of small creatures moving in a large space. Finding his wand he
silently lit it, illuminating a 10 meter area around him, the only thing he could see was the floor of his
prison, it was made of some dark rock. The rest of the light was swallowed up by the vastness of the
cave, for that was the only place he could be.
Sitting down Harry doused his wand and closed his eyes. He felt tired, he'd rest first and then find a
way out, assuming there was one. But the one thing that he couldn't help thinking was that he was all
alone. For the first time in 8 years he'd have to get out of this trouble all by himself, he didn't have Ron,
Hermione, Ginny, or even Dumbledore to help him; and that scared him.