Number 12, Grimmauld Place

"I'm sure everything will work out, I mean, we have almost all the Aurors on our side, and they're trained for this.... but the Order doesn't really have a distinguished leader anymore, since Dumbledore. Well, you know. But I think if we could pick someone, then it would become at least a little more organized and give some hope." I pointed out. "Plus, we should be safe here, Mad-Eye set up some jinxes in case Snape decides to show up, this will be a fairly good hiding place until we can figure things out a little better, and get a plan,"

Sirius: I walked back over to the front door where Harry was, "If you need me, I'll be upstairs."

"Okay. Thanks Sirius." I smiled half-heartedly as he walked up the stairs and then walked down the hall to look for Cho and Hermione. I found them in the kitchen.

"I suppose," I said thankful that Hermione's optimism took some of the cracking of tears from my voice. I turned to her with a shadow of a smile. "Thank you." I wiped away the few tears I had shed when I heard one of the others approaching. Hermione and I both turned to the door and saw Harry come in alone. My eyebrow's knotted in skepticism as I wondered where Sirius was. I didn't trust him. I wasn't in denial of that, it was just pure fact. I didn't know what he could do to gain my trust. "So what are we going to do now?" I asked Harry desperate for something to get my mind off the sadness of present-day life.

I looked up as Harry entered the room and smiled cheerlessly, hoping that he would have something slightly optimistic to say, though I highly doubted it. Cho still looked suspicious, and I was almost sure it was because of the fact that she still didn't trust Sirius, and to be honest I wasn't sure I did anymore either. He most definitely was not acting like himself.

"Well, we're safe now. That's a start." I looked over at Hermione, "I can't stop thinking that Diagon Alley is hiding one," I told her as I sat in a chair.

"Why would anywhere in Diagon Alley have any significance to him?" I asked, looking at Harry.

Harry: "Think about it Hermione. He had nothing when he went to school. He wanted to fit in, but figured that if he was poor, that he would be an outcast. When he went to Diagon Alley, that was most likely his first link to the Wizarding world. He thought it was amazing, and could spend days there." I paused, "Wait, that's it. It's not just in Diagon Alley Hermione. It's at Gringotts." She opened her mouth to say something, and I rushed on before she could. "Listen! He had no money to begin with, and thought that if you had money at Gringotts that made you acceptable in the Wizarding world. I felt the same way before I knew about the money I had in Gringotts. I have a really good feeling about this."

I gasped. "Harry! You can't be serious, break into Gringotts? It's impossible, besides, we don't even know what we're looking for!" I added, glaring at Harry, and wondering how he came to be this absolutely stupid.

"What about Helga Hufflepuff's cup that Riddle took? It's either that or something of Ravenclaw's. And I'm sure we'll figure something out.... There has to be some way to break in. Someone broke in to try and steal the Sorcerer's Stone on the same day as my first visit."

I sighed. "You could be right about the cup, or something of Ravenclaws for that matter, but Harry... I'm sure I know who broke into that vault, and even then, that vault was empty. This one won't be. Besides, which vault do we even look in? It's impossible to know,"

"He wouldn't just put it in a random vault. And it's not likely that he has a vault at Gringotts."

Sirius: "If he does, I applaud him."

"Fine, then whose vault did he use?" I asked, folding my arms.

"I dunno! Some Death Eater obviously! Someone he trusted!"

"Then I don't think it would be worth risking, not knowing exactly which vault is far too risky, plus," I added. "We still don't know where Ron is,"

I nodded, " I suppose we need to find Ron then."

I looked at Sirius. "Since you seem to know so much about everything that's happened while you've been in hiding, perhaps you know where Ron is," I suggested. "And if not, how do we even being searching?"

Sirius: I shook my head, "I'm afraid I can't help you there."

I sighed and nodded. "I guessed you would say that," I admitted. "Cho? Harry? Any ideas on where to even start?" I asked, now addressing them.

I shook my head coming up empty. "No, sorry." I had never really known Ron too well.

I shrugged. "Maybe he was taken."

"I hope not," I shook my head, feeling a knot gather in my stomach at Harry's suggestion. "I really, really hope not, is there any way we could find him if he has? We have nothing to go on,"

"I'm sorry. I don't know where Death Eaters keep their victims."

I glared at Harry. "I don't think being antagonistic will help us," I told him.

I looked at Hermione. "Ok. You're right."

"Harry... What's wrong?" I asked quietly. "You're not acting at all like yourself,"