Lavender looked at Ginny, long and hard. All the while, Ginny did not move a muscle. It was not because she was afraid of Lavender, but more that she was afraid that Lavender would not agree to help her. She knew it was a crazy idea, but she had to do something. It was already October and she still had not gotten Harry back. Ginny knew that soon it would be too late; Lavender’s help was her last chance. Thanks so much to my beta bluegirl. Written in response to stepuptimneh's Same Plot, Different Story challenge. My double author is slytheringinny.