Ginny Weasley sat gazing out at the ocean. Her father decided to get the family's mind off things and go on vacation, to an American muggle beach. So Arthur, Molly, Ginny, Ron, Fred and George had all picked up and left the burrow to come here, Joan's Beach New York. They would be here for a week and in the wizard portion of New York City for three days.

'Great' Ginny thought. 'I've been here for 2 hours and I'm already board. What will I do for a week?' She then noticed a flash of purple out of the corner of her eye, then heard a loud thump. In a flash Ginny reached in her pocket a gabbed her wand. She stood facing a women in an orange and purple one piece bathing suit and short spiky purple hair.

"Wotcher…" the women grumbled. Ginny looked closely. "Tonks?"

"Ermmm" the woman mumbled. "Tonks? Tonks what are you doing here?"

"Ugg, you guys weren't suppose to know I was here" Tonks looked ashamed. "Remus and I have been assigned to look after you and your family. We wouldn't want anything to happen to you guys, and I think Minerva wanted Remus and I to get a bit of a vacation as well. And put that away, we're surrounded by muggles." Ginny put her wand away, while Tonks waved and motioned someone over. Out of the crowded beach a man with auburn hair and blue eyes sauntered over.

"She wasn't suppose to know we were here!" said the man she realized was Remus. "Tonks here refused to disguise herself!"

"Mmm" Ginny said amused "I don't think the bright purple and orange was very discreet". She bent down and picked up something on the sand and slipped it in her pocket.

"We should go somewhere else to talk." Remus muttered, peering over at a oddly bland couple nearby.

"We can go to the beach house we rented. Though I think the boys are still there. My parents went to wander the beach."

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Fred, George and Ron were not in fact still at the house.

"Pickles!" Fred yelled as he smacked the ping-pong ball across the table.

"Chocolate" George yelled equally loud, hitting the ping-pong ball with his head.

"I don't think this is how your suppose to…" "Yarn!" Fred said interrupting Ron's complaining.

"Glue" George yelled as he attempted to hit the ping-pong ball with his foot. Ron snatched the ball out of the air turning red with anger.

"Why are you saying things like pickles and glue? I don't think that's how your suppose to play! Don't ignore me! Hey!" Ron exploded.

"Pickles and Glue?" Fred mumbled.

"I agree with you completely brother! That would make an excellent song!" George exclaimed.

"Pickles and Glue, Pickles and Glue!

Go great in a pie, Pickles and Glue"

"Stop! That's it I'm leaving!" Ron stormed out of the recreation room as Fred and George resumed their game of what looked very much like ping-pong hacky sac.

Ron stormed out on the beach, heading back toward the beach house making quite a scean. "Fred an George, uggg always do this. Leave me out hate them…" He muttered. Little did he know that the same couple that Remus had warned Ginny of had been watching Ron.

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Blaise Zanbini stood dazed in the Malfoy ballroom. He couldn't remember for a moment why he was there. It was all coming back to him. The Dark Lord had asked him to feach Draco for him. He had said the young Malfoy had to learn a lesson.

Blaise scoured the house but couldn't find Draco. He knew that would not be good, for Draco's sake at least. When the Dark Lord was after someone, they never lasted long. He grabbed a fistful of floo powder and stuffed it in his cloak pocket, then grabbed a pinch and threw it into the fire place, "Godric's Hollow!"

"Ahhh… Mr. Zanbini. Where is my son?" Lucius hissed.

"I was told to go directly toward my master, sir." Blaise said.

"Very well, he's in the study with Nagini."

Blaise stepped into the dimly lit room, waiting to be addressed. After what seamed like ages, Voldomort hissed to the snake beside him. Nagini slithered toward Blaise. The snake wrapped itself around Blaise's ankle.

"I don't see Draco." He hissed. "That was your mission. Where is he?"

"He wasn't at the manor. His room looked as if he was kidnapped, but his travel cloak and cloths were missing. He wasn't kidnapped."

"I realize that." The Dark Lord hissed. "I want you to find him, and go undercover. You find out what he's doing, if he has any useful information. If the young Malfoy is an enemy of the dark, and he has no family, then he is either alone or with the light."

"It would be my pleasure."