Ginny smiled, half annoyed and half glad that they’d been caught. She looked at Harry lovingly. He was still grinning, but his eyes were suddenly unfocused and blank. His face was paler than usual, troubled, and a feeling of worry radiated from him. She realized what was bothering him so suddenly – Voldemort. His scar was glowing on his forehead, and even as she looked, he reached up, flinching. Then he noticed her looking and drew his hand away. Those few moments stretched into a lifetime in Ginny’s mind, and as she comprehended them, she went cold.

Only one thing left now, she thought. Tears brimmed in her eyes. This was it. “Goodbye, Ginny Weasley,” she whispered, looking up at the castle once more. Then she turned back to the lake. A gust of wind blew out her candle and whipped her hair back from her face. The cold sting of the night air on her face made the situation seem all too real to her. Quickly she tossed the candle onto the ground and stepped up to the lake.

A tear slipped down his cheek, and he bit his lip to keep from crying. Thoughts were racing through his head, chasing one another, haphazardly being contemplated. Another tear fell, and he shuddered as a chill swept through him. Suddenly his scar prickled, and he thought he could hear someone hissing, “So she’s dead, eh?”

Kingsley thought fast. He could either reveal Ginny now and face her anger, or he could cover for her. Neither seemed like a particularly good option, but he had to choose one, fast.

He recognized one voice as Jenna’s, but the other was unfamiliar. Jenna came through the front door with a young girl in her teens, with dirty blonde hair and a bright, flashing smile.

Her long red hair was drifting to the floor around her... She was flying across the Quidditch pitch, the Quaffle under her arm, watching Harry zoom above her... Hermione was glaring suspiciously at her... Ginny fought to regain control as she saw Fleur Delacour stand up from the midst of the Beauxbatons girls...

Harry groaned, sitting down at Dumbledore’s desk. “You’re right,” he sighed, leaning his head back. “We haven’t gotten anywhere…” “Well…” said Monica slowly. She seemed to be understanding exactly what was going on.

“Ellie, no!” yelled Monica, but too late – the little girl had dipped her finger into the Veritaserum and licked it eagerly.

Kingsley turned towards them, and they were shocked to see how pale and scared he looked. “We have to get back to Headquarters. Hogwarts is taken – Harry’s in trouble – I was sent to get all of you back. We have to go after him,” Kingsley explained, herding them out the door.

You guys have no idea how sad it is to press 'Completed' for this fic. I've been working on it for a year now - it's my baby and I love it. Thank you guys so much for everything. I'm gonna miss it.