Why?
Harry lay awake, while Ginny slept on through the night. It was his turn to listen out for Lily, in the small, dim house. It was three in the morning by the time that Remus, Tonks, Hermione and the Weasley gang had left, and their chatter had awoken Lily several times. Harry had a horrible feeling, a feeling that someting bad was going to happen... a feeling that they were in danger... a feeling that someone was going to be killed.
He turned over and shut his eyes. 'I can't keep doing this to myself... I'm making myself crazy! Voldemort can't come back! He's dead, and all of his horcruxes are destroyed!'
Ginny turned when Harry thought the word 'Voldemort'. It seemed as if she knew what he was thinking. But she didn't, and she was still sleeping like a log.
Harry heard Lily begin to cry from down the hall, but it was quickly cut off. Silence filled the home. Harry knew that when Lily started to cry, she didn't stop that quickly... he knew something was wrong. He jumped out of bed, waking Ginny, and ran down the hall. When he came to the baby's door, he could see the pink crib, white covers and sheets, and several scattered baby toys... but no baby. He gasped, ran to the crib and started to sift through the covers. Still no baby. He knew that she had been taken, and by a wizard or witch at that. Harry collapsed on the floor. He felt tears streaming down his face as he thought 'She's gone! She can't be! She just can't be gone!'
Ginny walked into the nursery, and when she saw what was wrong, she pulled out her wand and apparated. "Ginny! Wait up!" he yelled before he took a guess at where she had gone, and headed to the Weasley home.
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