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Ch. 2 Panic
The Burrow
"Say, where's Ginny gone? She has been gone for a while now, hasn't she? Harry wondered aloud.
He stared around the room, but Ginny was nowhere to be seen. The clock read 11:13 at the moment, and Harry was positive that Ginny had left long before 10:30.
Still looking around, he said to no one in particular, "I'm going to go check on Ginny, see that James and Albus won't wake up, will you?"
Not waiting for an answer, Harry stepped into the fireplace, with a fistful of floo powder, and threw it on the ground, yelling, "12 Grimmauld Place!"
Stepping out of the fireplace, and dusting himself off, he called out, "Ginny? What's taking you so long?"
Hearing no answer, he stepped into the kitchen, whispering, "Lumos."
Looking around as the light from his wand illuminated the empty kitchen, he strained his ears, hoping, begging, to hear anything that would indicate her presence.
The room gave no answers, and so Harry spoke again, "Homenum revelio," but the spell soon confirmed that Harry was indeed the only human in the house, and his panic began to grow.
Then his wandering eyes fell upon Ginny's wand, carelessly thrown beneath a chair, and beside it, a crumpled not. Slowly, hands shaking, Harry bent down, and picked up the crumpled paper from the floor. Flattening it against the smooth wooden tale, he stared in horror at the three words written on the paper.
"She's mine now"
-Blascoe
The panic that had been gradually building erupted, and he was suddenly moving, all through the house. Banging open doors, moving beds, closets, and yelling out.
"NO! Ginny! This isn't funny!"
His screaming gradually evolved into racking sobs that shook his body, and he crumpled to the floor, crying his heart out for the one girl he loved more then anyone else in the world.
Later
Harry didn't remember the next few hours, but later, when this was all over, he would be told the events by various people who had been at the burrow at the time.
When Harry stepped out of the fireplace, eyes wild and red, stumbling, it was Ron that ran over and caught him, before he could hit the floor again.
"You alright mate? Where's Ginny? Didn't you go to get her?"
Wordlessly, Harry pressed the now damp and even more crumpled note into Ron's hands, and sat down, leaning against the wall, and closing his eyes.
Ron's face paled, and he looked around the room with a grave face.
"He couldn't have," he quivered.
"What's happened?" questioned Percy, the others in the room had just began to notice that something had happened. Hearing no answer from either Harry or Ron, Percy impatiently snatched the note from Ron's tightly gripped hand, and read it aloud to the room.
"She's mine now, Blascoe," He read out, his voice growing smaller and smaller.
The living room fell into a shocked silence for a few horrible moments, and then all hell broke loose. Mrs. Weasley was the first to react, knees falling to the floor, as Mr. Weasley ran forward to catch her, as she began to sob. Charlie, Bill, and Percy were already leaping into action, calling up Order members. Hermione, though still shocked, was trying to comfort Harry, but to no avail. All Harry could feel was himself being sucked into a black void of nothing.
Later at the Order Meeting
"Why would Blascoe do that? After all those random attacks, why take the wife of the head auror in charge of finding him?" Neville asked.
"There are two possible reasons. For information on the order, or revenge,"
Kingsley answered.
"Revenge? Harry, did you know anyone names Blascoe before this?"
"No," Harry whispered, "I don't think so,"
He was still reeling from Ginny's disappearance.
"I have a question," Hermione suddenly said.
"A question? Hermione Granger has a question?" George poked at her.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione asked the room, "How did Blascoe get into
Grimmauld in the first place? It's supposed to be one of the most secure
places in the wizarding world. Only Harry, Ron, or I could have told him
about the place,"
The others in the room pondered the question.
"Could he have heard one of us, somehow?"
"No, that's impossible, but do you think he's been, I don't know."
"Do you think he knows that this is the headquarters?"
"We need to find her, now!" He suddenly shouted.
The others in the burrow exchanged worried glances.
"Harry," Hermione started, "You know better then anyone that we hardly know anything about Blascoe, so please be patient, we are all going to do our best, we love Ginny too."
Harry only shook his head dejectedly, oblivious to the surrounding world.
Ginny's POV
She woke bound and gagged, and immediately, she struggled against her binds, but to no avail, after all, Blascoe was a wizard. As her eyes adjusted to the gloomy dark of the damp room, she saw that she was alone, for now. It seemed to be that she was in a dungeon of some sort. She cringed, remembering Harry's stories of his time in the Malfoy's dungeons. She quickly dismissed the thought though. The Malfoys had been one of the first to turn against You-Know-Who and had helped to track many rouge death eaters. Sighing, she twisted her hands together, wondering why Blascoe had captured her, it wasn't anything like the raids he had usually conducted. At least she had complete faith in Harry, and she knew that he would do everything to find her, and reunite her with her little boys.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and her snapped up, squinting as a ribbon of light sliced through the room, and over her face.
"Well, well, well," Blascoe sneered, "Lookee who we have here, Potters girl,"
Ginny only glared back at him in defiance. His hair now a dirty blonde, it had been cut much shorter, though his eyes still remained as two black holes, sucking all human emotion from the air around him.
"Now we can do this the hard way, or we can do this the hard way,"
Blascoe chuckled at his pathetic attempt of a joke.
Ginny rolled her eyes, and though her fear was growing, she refused to let Blascoe see her weakness.
"Now up we go," he crooned, using his wand to float Ginny through the door and into a long hallway.
Still pointing his wand at her, and walking down the hallway, decorated with the heads of former house elves, he cupped her face with his hand, noting when she flinched.
"Such a shame," he sighed, while loosening her binds, "Such a shame to let a pretty face like yours go to waste,"
Now moving into a room that seemed to serve as a meeting place of some sort, he asked her. "Now, where is the headquarters of the Order of Phoenix?" He sat her down on a cold metal chair at the head of a table.
Inside, Ginny let out an exasperated sigh. Men, evil or good, could be completely clueless. Apparently, Blascoe (the idiot) hadn't figured out that her home, 12 Grimmauld, was also the headquarters for the Order of Phoenix.
"If you're not smart enough to know, I'm not going to tell you," She shot at him.
"I'll guess we'll just see about that, won't we?"
He wouldn't, Ginny thought, not with the baby, though he doesn't know about that. Her thoughts were cut off with a loud scream.
"CRUCIO!"
Ginny felt her body convulse under the pain. She heard the metal chair fall to the side, kicked out from under her. A thousand knives pierced her flesh, twisting deeper and deeper, and though she tried not to, her screams of agony filled the air. The only thing that kept her going was the baby, her little boys, and Harry.
A/N: Yeah, not the best chapter, but today is my little sister's birthday (turning 1), so I didn't revise too much. I'll probably have a new chapter up Friday or Saturday. Please review if you have any thoughts or ideas. Thanks!