"Well, where the hell is my grandpa?" I yelled.

Zane frowned and trembled. "Rollie, I-I have no idea! I was hoping you'd know."

"Easy now, Rollie," Hagrid said, but I didn't listen.

I stormed up to Zane and held him by the center of his robes. "What the hell do you mean you don't know? You did something! I know it!"

"Rollie, please, I can see that you're upset, but I would never do anything to harm your grandfather! He's my best friend! I found it bizarre he didn't contact me since we always do a meal together once a week. I wanted to check on him. What happened?"

Through my brimming eyes, I could tell he was being honest. His face reminded me of a lost puppy. I released my grasp and took a deep breath. "He's not inside the house."

"What-what-what do you mean he's not inside?"

"There's no sign of him. It's like he just disappeared. Do you know anything that could've happened? Did he talk about taking any trips?"

"Not that I'm aware of. He'd tell me if he was planning on going anywhere." Zane rubbed his chin. "I think I might be able to help somehow. There's a spell I would use in Azkaban on occasion that might clue us in on something. May I come inside the house, please?"

I thought about it for a moment and shrugged. Daphne and Hagrid cleared out of the way for Zane as he pulled out his wand and aimed it at the floor. We went into the living room.

"Forensibus revelare!" Zane said.

The floor of the house emitted soft glows of different light. Some spots had a stronger color than others. Sky-blue covered the house, with some orange, yellow, and green trails mixed in.

I looked down at my feet, and my shoes glowed green. Hagrid's were orange, and Daphne's were yellow.

"Logan must've been light blue. His tracks are all over this house," Zane said. "These trails go back about a month. If you see any burgundy, that's me."

Peering through the mixes of light, I did see a few burgundy streaks.

"I don't see anything out of the ordinary yet," Zane said, studying the floor.

"How about we recheck his bedroom?" Daphne suggested.

"Good idea," I said.

"Follow me." Zane walked up the steps first, still holding his wand to the ground. I fixed my attention on creating green light with each step. It could have entertained me for hours.

Entering my grandpa's bedroom again, we stopped immediately. A circle of vibrant purple light hovered in the corner. A small trail from the circle connected to the bed. Zane's jaw dropped.

"What's that?" I asked.

"While I don't know who was here, someone apparated into the corner of the room and stepped over to Logan's bed. That's all I can tell you."

"Does the purple color mean anything? Could we use this spell on other people to see if they have the same purple light coming from their feet?" Daphne asked.

"I'm afraid not." Zane sighed. "Each person has their own unique color, but there are many shades of purple, and it can be hard to discern. If too many similar colors are found together, I can adjust them to identify better. But this spell is only useful in determining if anyone, in general, has walked through here."

"Ah, I understand," Daphne said.

"Let's search the whole house to see if we can find the purple color elsewhere," I said.

Zane nodded and led the way, we checked every corner and crevice of the house. That purple light couldn't be found. I didn't want to leave, but Hagrid and Daphne had to convince me it would be best to return to Hogwarts to try and get some sleep. It was getting late.

"I'm so sorry, Rollie, but mark my words, I'm going to continue to search for your grandfather. He means a lot to me, and I can only imagine how much he means to you. I'll write you at Hogwarts every day on my updates, but I'll ask around and do my best to investigate," Zane said.

I nodded. But on the inside, I was on the edge of having a meltdown. "Do you know if my grandpa had any enemies?"

Zane arched his brow. "No, a lot of people loved your grandpa."

"What about any old Quidditch rivals?"

"No, as far as I know, everyone thought he was a stand-up fellow."

I stood there for a moment in silence. "I guess I better get back to Hogwarts then. Thank you for your help."

Zane waved goodbye, and I went to Hogwarts with Daphne and Hagrid. Everyone in the castle was asleep. Daphne and I trudged back to the common room and our respective dormitories.

Where are you, Grandpa? What happened to you?

Thoughts of him flooded my mind all night long. Tears spilled on my pillow. I must've slept for only an hour.

Saturday the following morning, I heard a few guys whispering to each other. I lifted my head off the pillow. They usually went straight to the common room and let the others sleep in if we wanted.

"Hey, guys, what's going on?" I asked.

"Rollie, you came in pretty late. Did you happen to see Bran last night?" Clark frowned.

"No? Why? I think I saw him in his bed, but I didn't really check," I said.

"No one can find him. He's not in the common room or the Great Hall. What's weirder is that Edna's gone too. Daphne went looking for both of them, but no luck yet."

"What?" I shook my head and went over to Bran's mattress and threw the sheets up in the air. Nothing was below.

"Who's doing this to me?" I yelled.

Everyone in the boys' dorm backed away against the wall, except for Clark, who put his hands on my shoulders. "You all right, mate?"

"No, I'm really not!" My eyes brimmed with tears. "Someone is doing this to me, Clark!"

"It’s all right, Rollie. No one is doing this to you. I'm sure Bran and Edna are fine."

The tears trickled down. I clenched my fists and whimpered. It was hard to speak, but a thought crossed my mind. The only person I could think of that would do such a thing was, "Oliver! That smug bastard! He hates my guts! He knows everything that's going on here, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it!"

Clark tried to keep me contained, but I threw his arms off my shoulders and stormed out. In the common room, I hoped to find Daphne, but she was nowhere in sight. Just a roomful of silent Hufflepuff students. Clark came sprinting up behind me.

"Where's Daphne?" I asked.

"I don't know! She's searching around the castle for Bran and Edna. I really think you should take a few deep breaths before you do anything rash," Clark said.

"You haven't had anyone close to you get abducted! I don't think you'd understand, Clark." I marched out and made my way to the Gryffindor common room. Going up the tower, I arrived to a landing with a portrait of a large lady hanging on the wall. "Excuse me, but please let me in. It's an emergency."

"I'm afraid that's not the password," the lady in the portrait said.

"Tell me where Oliver is then! Is he in there?"

The portrait swung open, and two boys came out. It was Oliver and his Quidditch buddy, Horace. We made eye contact, and Oliver halted. "You go on without me, Horace."

His buddy scanned me up and down. "You sure?" Horace asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." Oliver lacked his signature cocky tone. His voice was calm. "I'd like to talk to you somewhere where we can have some privacy."

"Why? So you can kidnap me too?" I snapped.

Oliver blinked. "I'm not sure I follow?"

"Don't get cute with me! You know exactly what you did." I stepped closer to him, and he backed away.

"Rollie, you seem upset about something. Whatever it is, I can assure you I had nothing to do with it."

"You sound pretty guilty if you ask me." I narrowed my eyes.

"Rollie, take a deep breath. I'm actually relieved you're here. I've wanted to apologize to you for a while."

I stopped. I unclenched my fists and stepped back. Following his advice, I took a deep breath. "What are you apologizing for?"

"I've acted like a bastard around you for too long. I don't expect you to forgive me, but, after I struck you, I never had a chance to tell you how much I regretted doing that."

I let the words linger in my mind, and I took another deep breath. "Do you really mean that?"

"Without a doubt." He stuck out his hand.

I paused and studied his other hand to see if he had his wand clutched. But his arm hung by his side, open-palmed.

We shook hands.

"Uh, I accept your apology," I uttered.

"Thank you. I really do regret it."

I nodded.

"Now, I don't think you came here just to hear me apologize. So, what’s going on?"

"N-n-nothing."

"Y'know I saw something weird. Were you walking around the castle grounds last night?"

I scrunched my brow. "No?" I wondered why he would've asked such a thing. "Wait, did you see me out there or something?"

"No, but your friends Bran and Edna, I think I saw them walking far out onto the grounds."

"You can't be serious."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was them. I was walking around the castle late last night. Couldn't sleep, so I tried to clear my head. When I looked out the window from the seventh floor, I could've sworn I saw the twins strolling together into the Forbidden Forest."

"They would never go walking out into the Forbidden Forest like that at night."

"That's why I thought it was so strange."

I trembled. Tears crawled down my cheeks.

"Rollie, what's wrong?"

"Could you do me a huge favor?"

"Tell me what you need," Oliver said sincerely.

I choked up. "Tell Magdalene to meet me in the Hufflepuff common room."

Oliver grimaced for a microsecond but nodded. "Yeah, I can do that if I see her. Her and I don't talk. Maybe I'll relay your message to her friend."

"Sure, yeah, whatever, I understand." I sniffled. "Thank you."

I returned to the Hufflepuff common room. A group of students sat by Daphne on the couch as she sobbed. No one spoke a word. They all craned their necks to look at me as I entered.

"Daphne, could I talk to you for a moment?" I asked. "Away from everyone, perhaps?"

She stood up, sniffled, and took a deep breath. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks had a sheen of tears. Daphne nodded, and we met outside the common room entrance.

"Have you found out anything about Bran and Edna?" I asked.

"No, and I've looked all over this damn castle for them. I even told Zita and Sprout that they're missing. The professors are assembling everyone in the Great Hall to talk about it during breakfast," she said.

"So you don't know anything else beyond that?"

Daphne shook her head. I told her about my conversation with Oliver, and her jaw dropped.

"Why would they go in there? That doesn't make sense," Daphne said.

"Something must've commanded them," I said. "It happened to me a couple of times. I'd be walking around the castle, and then some force took hold of me, and I would drift towards the Forbidden Forest without any control of my legs. It was like I had the imperius curse or something."

Daphne gasped. "So you think they're deep in the Forbidden Forest then?"

I nodded, as much as I didn't want it to be true.

"Rollie," Magdalene said, approaching us from behind. "I was told you were looking for me. What's the matter? You two look so sad."

I wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug. "I'm so happy you're here right now."

"What's wrong?" Magdalene asked.

I rubbed her back and wondered where to begin.

"Is everything all right with your grandpa?"

"We couldn't find him last night," Daphne uttered.

"Daphne, I'll meet you in the Great Hall soon," I said. I held Magdalene's hand and led her up through the castle until we made it to the room with the silver jackalope. I shut the door behind us, and the tears surged again. I fell into Magdalene's arms and wept while she rubbed my back.