"Ginny, can you keep a secret?" Macy Owen whispers into my ear at breakfast today. She's normal standard for a fifth year. Baggy eyes, pale face. She's been affected by the war too. Her brother was murdered last month. But something else seems to be troubling her too.

"Let's go to the dorm, Mace." I mutter, waving to Harry Potter, my boyfriend. It feels odd to say that. 'My Boyfriend.' I like it.

We head into the common room, up to the dorms but before we enter, Macy grabs my robes.

"Ginny," she takes several deep breaths. "There'samuggleinmywardrobeandidon'tknowwhattodobecauseimightgetexpelledanddadwouldbesomadbutidon'tknowwhattodo!"

"What?" I ask, confused.

"There's a muggle… in my wardrobe. Stupefied and Body Bound but still in my wardrobe."

"Macy! What? How?"

"It…"

I looked at her disapprovingly, Macy was pureblood, she came from a very prejudiced pure blood family. I've been squeezing the prejudice out of her.

"She climbed through the window. I know it's virtually impossible because we're eight staircases up but she got up here and I had to hide her and now I don't know what to do!"

I slide down against the wall. "You have a muggle in your wardrobe."

"Um… yes."

"A muggle… in your wardrobe."

"That's kind of the point."

"We should tell Harry."

"Why?" Macy asks, "Why do we have to tell Harry everything?"

"He'll know what to do, it might help him for…" I shut myself up quickly.

"Ginny, the Muggle in my closet is not going to help Harry Freaking Potter defeat You-Know-Who!" Macy exclaimed.

"Macy," I stated calmly.

"Yeah?"

"There's a muggle… in your WARDROBE FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!"

A.N: Did you like it? Please comment and tell me if you want me to carry on! Love and Red Vines,

Isla.