Bitter Irony

'Caught'

Summary: What happens when the youngest Weasley is trapped within her own tormented inner hell? Will the ones who love her be able to reach her and bring her back again? Or will it take something entirely different...?

Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, nor do I pretend to be, all of the characters concerning Harry Potter belong to her, they are not mine, only Zakota Skye and Michael Smith are characters drifting in no-man's land.

Author's note: My story disappeared so fast…but here is chapter two, maybe that will encourage more people to read. Hope fully.

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Zak was getting extremely impatient; he and Mike had been standing at the door leaving to Oliver's apartment for at least ten minutes now. Who actually kept someone waiting for that long? Zak groaned and shifted again, getting an annoyed glance from Mike. This only caused him to roll against the wall and begin groaning more loudly.

"What in the bloody hell is taking the lad so long? It's not as if he has to stash the girl in the closet, she won't even speak to him." This comment got him another nasty look from Mike, which just edged Zak on further. "Unless…he's gone and got himself another girl and never told us?!" Zak got worked up by the thought and turned back to the door banging on it with his fist. "OI! Oliver! Have you got a girl in there, mate? Who is it? Is she hot? Was she a good shag?" Zak smirked and was about to hit the door again but found himself staring into the face of someone who was quite amused with his antics.

"That wasn't funny Zak…" Mike glared at the man next to him, wondering how in the hell he was friends with someone who was as insensitive as him, was it even possible for a human to be like this? Apparently it was. Sighing heavily he pushed his way past Oliver and mumbled, "Hello Oliver," quickly under his breath as he made his way into the living room, plopping down on the couch that Oliver had only inhabited moments ago.

Zak stood outside of the door, his stupid grin still on his face and looked at Oliver rather happily. "Hi mate, took you long enough to answer the door, so the girl, is she foxy?" His grin turned to a smirk as he looked at Oliver, leaning against his doorframe rather curiously. "Come on, Ollie, don't keep her to yourself…" He pouted somewhat as he stood back up straight again.

Oliver, however, looked anything but amused at Zak's comments. In fact, his eyes looked as if they were on fire. He remained quiet through it all, letting Zak continue to prod in the wrong direction. Sighing some he stood his ground when Zak leaned against the door, his eyes only following the other boy, barely listening to his rant. This luxury for Zak didn't last long either, hearing the nickname that only she ever dared to use on him, brought him jolting back into reality and before he knew it he had slammed Zak up against the wall in the hallway opposite of his door. Pressing his arm tightly up against the other boy's neck he didn't even notice that Mike had left the apartment faster than he had been able to slam Zak against the wall. Glaring at Zak, he pushed tighter on his throat and growled slightly. "Do. Not. Ever. Call. Me. That…" He let his voice trail, and didn't even hear Mike's pleads to break it up.

Oliver took a step back, ignoring the fact that Mike had his hand on his arm and was trying to pull him back. When he took a step back, he pulled his arm quickly from Zak, leaving the other one gasping for breath. Turning without another word, he stalked back into his apartment, leaving the door open behind him. Soon after crashing sounds could be heard from within the confines of the small space.

Mike glared at Zak and shook his head, wincing with every crash. Shaking his head again he started into Oliver's apartment but stopped to talk to Zak. "You really pushed it this time, Zak, you should have known better, and you know you deserved that…" Sighing again he turned around. "Come on, get off of the floor…" and he reached out a hand to help his friend from the floor.

Zak glared up at Mike after he was done gasping for air. "How was I supposed to know that Captain Hothead was going to flip his lid?" Groaning some he pushed Mike's hand away and pulled himself to his feet. "That didn't even hurt really anyway." This only got him an eye roll from Mike as he headed back into the apartment. Zak waited until he was sure Mike was out of earshot and then rubbed his neck. "Ow…"

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Ron sighed heavily as he stepped outside of his baby sister's room. Stopping he turned and took one more look at the sleeping form of the girl before closing the door quietly. He raised a hand to his hand and rubbed his temple, he had been up in her room with her for three hours, just waiting for her to fall back asleep. They had sat in silence the entire time, except for the occasional whimpers from her when she finally did close her eyes and the soft reassurances from him.

He didn't enjoy seeing her like this, not at all, and it was worse because he didn't know what to do. She wouldn't tell him anything, sure his entire family thought that she was opening up to someone, but all in all, she still hadn't said a word, not even to him. Quickly he descended the stairs of the burrow; taking one look around the empty kitchen he fell into a chair and laid his head in his hands.

He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't hear the resident devils of his family sneak up behind him. He didn't move until he felt a rough, callused hand on the back of his neck, forcing him to sit up. "Ah! G'off!" Spinning around to see whom it was he sighed when he saw the twins standing behind him. "Oh, it's you two, what do you want?"

Fred looked to George and George looked to Ron before Fred opened his mouth. " Look Ronald, we want to know what is going on, she is our sister too, incase you forgot that much."

Ron shook his head and sighed again, slowly getting up from the table his movements were followed by two pairs of eyes. "Look, I don't know anymore than you do…honest." He tried to meet their eyes, but he couldn't. He was still intimidated by his older brothers, and he knew they would see right through him.

"Liar!" The word erupted from the mouth of both of the twins, it caused Ron to jump back in surprise, but only caused him to hush his brothers as he pointed up the steps, glaring at them.

"Will you two quiet down? I just got her to fall asleep dammit." He sighed again and waited silently for a few moments, to see if he heard any movement upstairs and began talking again after a few moments. "I'm not lying, she won't tell me a thing, the only time she speaks to me is when she is asking me to stay with her until she falls asleep." He let out a frustrated sigh and looked down, crossing his arms, waiting for the rebuttal.

The twins looked at Ron in surprise, not believing anything that was coming out of his mouth, but the look on his face told them otherwise. The lost, hurt look that he was wearing now. Fred and George exchanged a glance and George took a slight step forward, obviously going to give it his shot. "Ron, what are we going to do about her? She won't talk to anyone, no one; she can't keep going on like this. She is going to have to tell someone what happened to her. Do you imagine how much weight she is carrying around on her shoulders right now? She is going to snap from it all eventually."

Ron bit down on his lip to keep from saying anything while George was still talking but exploded before he had even had the chance to close his mouth. "Dammit George! Don't you think I know that?! You act as if I am not even trying! I know all of this, I don't need you to tell me, but do you realize how much pressure you are putting on me. It's not my fault that I'm the only one she will let near her, I didn't ask for this…! I don't know what else you want me to do I'm trying!"

His mouth hung open and he was going to continue yelling, but he had happened to glance over Fred's shoulder and saw something that turned his face stark white, the blood quickly draining and a look of horror etched over his features. The look on his face was enough to make George giggle. "Whatsa matter Ron? Did you see the ghost of Great Auntie Muriel?"

Ron just shook his head, silently unable to move as a voice suddenly came from behind the twins. Their faces slowly draining of color also the instant they recognized the voice.

"I'm sorry that I am such a problem for all of you. I'm sorry my life is causing you so much pressure and burden." Ginny was standing at the bottom of the steps, her arms crossed as she glared at her three brothers. "Who in the hell do you think you are? Honestly, to talk about me behind my back…acting as if I don't even exist anymore…" She wouldn't cry from them, angrily she bit back the tears that threatened to spill over. Taking another look of disgust at the scene in front of her she quickly ran for the back door and pulled it open, stepping out into the world for the first time for three weeks.

The boys were frozen in their place, they knew they had screwed up big time and this was going to be impossible to explain to their parents. Ron snapped out of it first and ran to the door. "GINNY! Come back!" He stared outside and turned back to look at his brothers, "She's gone…must've apparated…"

Fred and George looked at one another and then at Ron, they were dead this time, and they knew it. Finally after minutes of standing in silence Fred spoke up. "We have to find her, and we are going to have to do it before mum or dad find out, they will had our heads if they find her first." He trailed off and then looked up to both of his brothers getting the same look of silent agreement as they both finally met his eyes, the room falling into silence.

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Oliver was standing at the counter that stretched between his living room and kitchen, his arms braced against the tile as he breathed heavily. He was staring at nothing, still shaking from anger as he ignored the fact that he did indeed have company.

Mike took one look around the apartment with wide eyes, in the few short moments that Oliver had been in here alone, it seemed as if he had managed to break every piece of glass in there. Shaking his head some he carefully went over to the counter, looking across at his friend with concern. "Don't worry about Zak, he was just being Zak, he didn't think like normal."

Mike tried to give him a reassuring glance but that was cut off as Zak stumbled through the door. Zak took one look around and let out a low whistle, "Well Oliver, you sure know how to destroy a place…" He laughed some and Mike rolled his eyes painfully. Zak carefully sidestepped a vase that had shattered on the hardwood floor, keeping his eyes on the floor as he stepped around. He had almost made his way to the couch when something caught his eye, a silver flash; it was a picture frame. Looking down at it with a perked brow he groaned softly in disgust when he saw it was a picture of Oliver with his arms around Ginny right after he final exam. Rolling his eyes he purposely stepped on the frame, hearing the satisfying crunch as the glass broke, taking it with a smile. Finally he made his way to the sofa and sat down, taking another look around the room.

Oliver had been off in his own land but quickly shook out of it to look to Mike, ignoring the fact that Zak was there. "It's not about Zak, Mike, you know better than anyone that I can handle Zak…" He sighed slightly as Mike nodded for him to continue and he lowered his voice, even knowing it wouldn't matter, Zak would just strain to hear them anyway. "It's her Mike. She won't see me, her family won't let me see her, they won't tell me anything, nothing since she returned." He looked up again and caught the look of surprise from Mike when he said returned.

"Returned? Where did she go? On holiday without you, mate is that was has you so twisted?" Zak piped in. He was already on his feet and heading towards the counter, looking at Oliver. "Maybe she wants to break up with you, but doesn't know how, ever thought of that?

All it took was one look at his friend's grim expression for Mike to know that there was more to the story than Oliver was letting on. He quickly interjected when he saw that Oliver was glaring at Zak again. "What is it, Ol? What happened…?"

Oliver tore his gaze from Zak to look back to Mike. "Part of me wishes she'd be breaking up with me over this." Sighing heavily he ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes painfully. "Ginny was captured three weeks ago, and ever since then she won't speak a word to anyone, and no one will tell me anything. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I assumed because she escaped so quickly that she was fine, but apparently I was wrong, as was everyone else." He sighed heavily again and looked up to catch both Mike and Zak staring at him in shock.

"Well she was bound to get taken by the death eaters eventually, with all of the hero playing she does and all of the secrets she knows being so close to the inner circle…it was inevitable." Zak blurted out before he realized what was coming out and winced when he caught Mike's fist in his gut. Bending over he gasped out; "I deserved that."

Mike looked to Oliver in disbelief with a shake of his head. "I can't believe you wouldn't tell us the moment you knew she was missing, we could have gotten her out sooner we could have done something to help her, what of her now? Where is she?"

Oliver perked a brow at Mike's eager nature, but that wasn't uncommon when it came to Ginny. "She's at home, with her fami-" he was cut off and didn't get to finish his statement as an owl landed on the counter in front of them. It was Errol, the Weasley's old bird. Perking a brow slightly he untied the thin letter from his leg and pulled it open. He read the short note quickly, his blood draining as he did. Oliver looked up to meet two pairs of curious eyes. "It's Ginny. She's run away…"

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Author's note: I'm sorry for the cliffhanger, but please review! Let me know what you think, I'm going to continue with this story, but I want to know your thoughts, nothing is set in stone yet, let me know what you think should happen!

Xoxo PB xoxO