Hello Again! This is my second fanfic and it was taken from my other account since i wrote it way before on a different website and wanted to share it with you here. I tweaked it a little- no a lot- and edited it. I hope you like it and again, please critique me. I took the reviews from the other website and incorporated them into this one to make it better, though it could still use a few tips. Spelling and grammar will be the death of me I swear :P So enjoy! Harry and Ginny FOREVER! 3

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. All credit goes to J.K Rowling.

Chapter 1: She's gone

The dark robes were fitted perfectly for her. Of course Tom would have had some evil tailor somewhere in his bloody army. The midnight colored fabric was light and hugged her body drifting down to her bare feet. Beautiful yet easy to move in. Ginny stared at her reflection in the full length mirror and her eyes traced from her robes to her face. Her once gleaming brown eyes now were dead and her famous Weasley red hair hung limp and no longer blazed. She wanted to die. But as this thought came to her, her arm began to feel a familiar sting that had started the day he marked her. Ginny lifted her sleeve to reveal a black skull with a snake slithering out of its' hideous mouth. Tom was calling to his Death Eaters. They were going to attack tonight.

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The snow gave a satisfying crunch under their feet as the trio landed at the apparation point in front of the Burrow. At the sight of the tall cottage, Harry inhaled sharply. The Burrow had and always been his home, the place where everyone had accepted him and cared for him without a doubt. Now, he looked around the meadow, a soft blanket of white covered the ground which made the dark house stand out even more. Harry glanced at Ron, who was staring at the Burrow longingly with a pained expression on his face. Harry suddenly felt exceedingly guilty. They really shouldn't have come but they had no choice. The pain of bringing Ron back to his home which he hasn't seen in months, only to rip him away from it again. It was heartbreaking for all of them. Hermione placed a encouraging hand on each of their shoulders and urged them forward.

The boundaries were strong and luckily the wards had let them pass through recognition. No doubt that everyone would know they were coming. Harry could imagine the look on their faces as they heard each of their individual chimes. Especially her.

Ginny.

It'd been months since he's seen that fiery red hair and those chocolate warm eyes. His mind wandered to the Gryffindor Common Room and the private moments they shared in the abandoned broom closet, moments he wanted to relive every night during the Horcrux hunt.

Before they could even reach a good twelve meters from the Burrow, the wooden door burst open and members of the Order and the Weasley family spilled out, all running frantically towards them while screaming their names. Mrs. Weasley was the first to reach them, enveloping all three of them in the tightest hug while choking on her sobs.

"Ron-Harry-Hermione! W-what happened t-to you?We've b-been worried s-sick!" she continued to sob while the rest crowded around them. "Don't ever do that again! Do you hear me? None of you will ever do that again!"

Harry warily glanced at Ron and Hermione both staring back at him with guilty expressions that quickly vanished as the rest of the family crowded around them. Harry immediately recognized everyone. Mr. Weasley reached the group and embraced them with tears in his eyes while some of the Order slapped Ron and Harry on the back and put an arm around Hermione for a welcoming.

Hagrid stepped forward and hugged Harry, "Welcome back, 'Arry. I'm glad yer ok."

"Thanks Hagrid. I missed you too." Replied Harry. The family ushered them back into the Burrow where they saved themselves from the blistering cold.

"Merlin, I missed this place," said Ron after he removed his gloves and coat. He sat down comfortably on the familiar worn couches and it was apparent that he was savoring the moment of being at home. Hermione gently sat down next to him and leaned into him slightly which made Ron blush the tiniest bit. Harry smiled at his two best friends. He remembered that even the slightest touch from Ginny would make his face grow red. Speaking of which...

"Hey where's -'' Before Harry could finish, the Order Members and all the Weasley's-aside from Ron- began to bombard him with questions. The loudest being Mrs. Weasley.

"WHERE HAVE YOU THREE BEEN?" She had broken out of her sobbing and though her eyes were puffy and red, she had a scary gleam in her eyes that Ron and the rest of the Weasley children knew all too well. Everyone else in the room had gone completely quiet, obviously wanting to know the answer to the question.

"Erm well...we can't exactly... tell you." Hermione scratched her neck awkwardly and looked at her feet.

"What do you mean you can't tell-" began Mrs. Weasley, when she was interrupted by Kingsley.

"If this has anything to do with You-Know-Who, you should inform us rather than doing this all on your own. We can take it into our own hands."

"That's impossible." Said Harry. All eyes in the room stared directly at him while Ron and Hermione took interest in the fireplace. "This mission was left by Dumbledore solely to the three of us. The mission is to remain secret because the more people who know about it the more difficult it would be to complete it." Harry felt like he was repeating himself for the hundredth time. To everyone else who asked and to Ginny, who had begged to go with them. It took a miracle and a heavy amount of convincing to get her to stay home. Harry wanted so bad to see her, his eyes darting and scanning each corner of the room.

"What? Does this mean that you can't trust us or something?" asked Bill who was beginning to get a little ticked off judging by his stance.

At this Ron turned around and his face hardened. "Well let us put it this way. Say all of you knew about our mission. What if you were captured by Death Eaters? What if one day, you were just taken? Then they would torture you until you spill and the plan would be revealed. Out of the lot of you, only one needs to be captured and the plan would fall to ruins. Get it now?" Ron huffed and sat down, not noticing the dreaded and pained expressions everyone now had.

Mrs. Weasley began to sob again and fell to her knees in a heap of tears as Mr. Weasley knelt down beside her and rubbed her back, attempting to calm her down yet in his eyes, he too was far from calm.

Harry looked around the room and no one would meet his eye directly. The Weasley brothers looked about ready to rip their hair out in frustration, all hands were clenched to fists. Ron stared at his family with a confused expression and Hermione had her brow creased in worry.

"What's going on?" Ron asked. "What happened?"

What if one day, you were just taken? The sentence made Harry's blood run cold. He thought of everyone in the room, took count of each and every one of them. Bill, Fred, George, and Ron. Everyone in the Order was here Tonks, Remus, Kingsley, etc. Charlie was in Romania and Percy was in bad terms with the family. The only one left was...

No.

"It was late at night." said Mr. Weasley through shaky breaths. "We were all sleeping. We thought the wards were safe."

No.

"But after the wards signaled that someone had broken through. It was 2 in the morning and we all came running out."

"No."

"We thought a battle would happen right in front but as soon as we walked out, we didn't see anyone." Molly's sobs began to get stronger and less bearable. "What really happened was that the Death Eaters took us on in the front while several snuck to the back and kidnapped her from her window." Tears fell and he choked on the last few words.

"This can't-"

"When we went back inside, we went to check on her first and found Fred and George lying in her room unconscious. They'd put a rare dark spell on them, some sort of long term stunner. We couldn't wake them for weeks. But she was gone. Ginny's gone." Now Mr. Weasley was on the ground sobbing with his wife as people around them moved to comfort them or give them space.

Harry couldn't process this. No, his Ginny. The happy cheerful girl he'd fallen in love with. Taken. By Death Eaters. She could be tortured at this very moment. Harry imagined her screaming and pleading for them to stop. His legs began to shake and his hands had become clammy. Water began to gather in his mouth, the feeling he got whenever he felt like he was going to throw up. How? How could this happen? Why did everyone close to him have to suffer? He should've taken her with him, he could've protected her. Why was he so stupid? Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!

Harry grabbed onto a chair to help him stand as he looked fearfully at Ron. Ron's facial color went from red to green to blue. After an eternity of silence, Ron finally snapped, picking up a book and forcefully threw it at the opposing wall.

"How the BLOODY HELL did that happen?" bellowed Ron. His face was contorted in anger and pain, Hermione stiffled a sob as she tried to hold him back. "How could you let this happen to her? You were supposed to PROTECT her!" He pointed to each of the Order members including his family.

"Ron, please, stop." Hermione begged.

"Do you have ANY idea how PATHETIC that is? They got you from behind because you weren't looking. You're all supposed to be ORDER MEMBERS for crying out loud!" Ron curled his hands into tight red fists and stood there with teary eyes looking for something to break. Finding nothing, he sat down in frustration and put his head between his hands crying silently. The people in the room looked ashamed of themselves and even though Ron was much younger than them and on a normal day, this would've been considered rude, but he was right.

In the silence, Harry finally spoke.

"We'll get her back. I swear to Merlin, we'll get her back."

Ohhh snap! I always loved stories where Ginny actually goes out and does stuff. It's not her to just sit at home waiting. She would be out there fighting if it were up to me. But here, it is up to me and it shall be the way I intend! Anyways, if you're reading this, thanks for takin' the time to read this all the way through and please tell me where I make mistakes. NEXT CHAPTER: Coming Home