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Alone, depressed, deprived and defeated. Tortured to the extent. Life at Hogwarts is like your worst nightmare coming true, with death eaters prowling the corridors and dementors guarding every entrance into the castle. All hope is lost for Ginny, she has no one to turn to, and no where to go. She can't go in hiding because they will hunt her down. Lord Voldemort is at his strongest, his most powerful, or so she thinks. She believes that Voldemort has past his most vulnerable point, after her family and friends disappear. The Order of the Phoenix has finished, she has no plan and doesn't know what to expect and there is no escape for her. Little does she know that a plan is brewing inside those very castle walls.


23. Chapter 23

     Tegan breathed heavily, wiping her sleeve across her mouth.

     Annie exchanged glances with Sara.

     Sara exchanged glances with Annie.

     Ginny just stood there, immobile, her eyes fixated on the scene evolving in front her.


     It was as if time had been paused, stopping in that moment in time; everything seemed so surreal. Ginny was lost in her thoughts, swimming through them. In the surrounding twenty metres there was no one to be seen, which somehow provided some comfort to the girls; no one else had seem them… or what was happening. The air was filled with a deafening silence that was only broken once Amycus –who was still positioned on the ground–­, let out a malicious laugh (that couldn’t really be described as laugh, more a contrived, hollow screech). The other girls instantly returned to reality, but it took Ginny longer.

     Seizing the opportunity, whilst all girls had their attention to him, he whispered something, only few words, but they caused Sara so much anger that she too fired an unforgivable curse at Amycus.

     With both, Amycus and Alecto passed out, they took their chance, and returned side by side, conversing only in whispers, all the way back to the castle.

     “Maybe they’re right.”

     “No their not.” Tegan replied to Sara, obviously frustrated.

     “Wait, what?”

     “We were just lucky. They’re right.” Sara repeated.

     “Who’s right? I’m so confused!” Ginny cried exasperated.

     “Sara, have you ever thought that maybe luck is all you need? Plus, I happen to think we are damn good, in fact so damn good. We should be proud, okay, they’re just stupid Death Eaters.”

     “Really?” Sara questioned, anxiously.

     “Of course.”

     “Okay.” She replied hesitantly, but you could hear the smile appearing in her voice.

     “You know, I still can’t believe you kissed Malfoy!” Tegan laughed.

     “No, please don’t ever remind me of that again.”

     “Good luck, we’ll be holding that over your head until you’re hundreds of years old.”

     “I’m so glad it’s over.”

     “For now.” Annie confirmed. And despite everything, Sara linked Ginny’s arm with her own and glanced at the others, a small smile spread across her face.


     Slipping through the heavy oak doors, the girls heaved a sigh of relief, glad it was dinner, so they couldn’t be spotted, covered in cuts and bruises and semi-torn clothing. “Well, I suppose we could’ve looked worse.” Annie whispered, as she tried as best as she could to heal all of the minor wounds presented on her friends. “Just be as quick as you can!” Sara persisted. “Don’t get caught and you can’t be seen.” She stressed.

     “That’s imperative.” Annie added.

     “Piece of cake!” Tegan responded, “Some trust people.” But it was clear she was worried, in fact, the worry was displayed all over her face. At that moment, her emotions were something she couldn’t hide, because they were too overwhelming. “Good luck!”

     “Merlin Annie, sending me off before I’m properly prepared!” Tegan joked, but it wasn’t followed by the usual chorus of laughs.

     “Right,” Annie replied sheepishly. “Of course, a Disillusionment Charm.”

     “Not like you to forget anything.”

     “Notmyself.” Annie murmured, her words all blurred together.

     “Don’t worry,” Tegan placed a camouflaged hand on her friends shoulder, giving her a look she knew couldn’t be seen, “I’ll be fine.” Tegan turned on her heel, entering the Great Hall with a small group of apprehensive looking Huffelpuffs.


     Tegan took her time, tiptoeing around the outskirts of the hall, her back pressed flat against the wall. About half way down the Gryffindor table, Tegan paused, leant over, and released the small item clenched in her hands. She did this few more times, crossing over to the opposing side of the Great Hall, beside the Slytherin table, which she found less than pleasant.

     Just as she was finishing, a group of Slytherins entered the hall, that annoying, smug smirk stretched across their faces, showing they thought of themselves as ‘superior’ when they clearly weren’t. However Tegan took her chanced, approaching the doors as fast as she could, slipping through the crack in the door and resuming her spot beside the other two girls girls.


     Ginny stood, anxiously waiting, yet at the same time, trying to be inconspicuous. “How long can it honestly take to do a bit of magic?”

     “Come on Annie, surely you of all people know that Tegan is not just doing a bit of magic, she’s put a lot of work into this, she wanted to make it perfect, no room for slip ups. Plus she hasn’t been there long, I’m sure in a matter of minutes she’ll re-join–”

     “Re-join us?” Ginny finished, confused as to why Sara stopped speaking mid sentence.

     “Yeah, that,” She whispered, craning her neck over her shoulder to get a glance at what was behind her, “I thought I just saw…”

     “What, what did you see?” Ginny spoke, suddenly more upset than she was before.

     “I thought I just saw… Harry.”

     “As in, Harry Potter?” Ginny whispered in a barely audible tone.


     Curious, Ginny took her time to turn 360 degrees, suddenly spotting a flash of jet-black hair that only belonged to Harry. Cautiously, Ginny walked over to the Marble Staircase, walking in slow steps. Grabbing her by the wrist, Ginny was pulled up the hundreds of stairs to the seventh floor, panting and a stitch in her side by the time she arrived. Then once again, she was tugged into a mysterious room, containing a small mahogany coffee table, sporting a velvet couch. The Room of Requirement.

     “Harry Potter,” Relief flushed her face as she fell into his arms. “Harry, I missed you so much!” He held her at an arm’s length, looking her up and down, concerned as to why she was looking so dishevelled. “What are you doing here?”

     “It doesn’t matter,” He replied, pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. Ginny took a moment to shut her eyes and just be.

     “Honestly Harry, not that I’m not glad that you’re here, but why are you?”

     “You’re,” He started, “You’re friends, they wrote to me, to the Order, and well, how about you just read the letter.” He ruffled around in his pocket, finally pulling a neatly folded, but crinkled piece of parchment.

‘Dear Harry,

Unfortunately, we have to share some distressing news with you... about Ginny... Harry, if Ginny writes to you –or uses any form of communication– saying she is in desperate need of your help, she’s lying to you. She’s trying to lure you and the Order into the castle.

Why? Honestly, we don’t really–’

     “They sent this to you?” Harry only nodded.

     “But I’m guessing you’re not Imperiused.”

     “Have you seen the way I look right now?” Harry chuckled.

     “Are you okay?”

     “Yeah.” Ginny shook off the memory. “It was nothing, well, we took care of it.”

     “You don’t have to tell me Ginny, after all– well, I would like you to.” Ginny shifted on her feet, uncomfortable.

     “No, it’s okay, it has everything to do with what will happen, you have a right to know. But we don’t have much time.”

     “Okay, we’ll make it quick, Harry said, walking over to the couch and taking a seat, whilst Ginny rushed into the explanation, looking down at her hands as she spoke in the shortest version possible.

     “So what’s the plan Weasley?” Harry asked, at the conclusion of Ginny’s explanation.

     “Aren’t I supposed to be asking you that? But, since you are, asking I mean… you let me fight. I know I’m underage, I understand that, but so were you and you still took part, in everything might I add.” Harry laughed as if he wanted to avoid that particular topic.

     “I know, and if it were up to me –as much as I don’t want to–, you’re stubborn, so I suppose yes.”

     “Please, I’m perfectly capable– wait, what did you say?”

     “I say yes, now, I’m not your legal guardian, but as you’re…” Harry contemplated what to say, “… friend? I say yes, you can be part of this.”



     “Now, we have to go, the girls will be ready.” Harry glanced at her, confused.

     Just as they approached the door, Ginny turned around, looking Harry in the eye. “Just so you know, I think we both know we’re not friends.” And she kissed him, lightly, a quick brush of the lips, then walked out of the door, wanting to meet her friends. But as Ginny ran further down the stairs, not hearing Harry’s footsteps behind her, she noticed, students crowded the hallways. Pushing through the crowds, she finally reached her friends, extending her hands, so they knew it was her. “You’re late.”

     “I’m sorry, I had to explain.”

     “You missed Tegan’s display of Decoy Detonators.”

     “Now it’s started.” Ginny whispered, looking at every frantic being around her.

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