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Chapter one

I can remember where it all started, this rebellion. Or at least, I can tell you where mine started. The day I knew, even if it all went wrong I would never supplicate to your dark lord. It was the first day I came face to face with him.

That day however, started out like many others I could tell you about. I woke up, curled in my fiancées arms, smelling him, tasting him and feeling like nothing would ever harm us. Harry Potter. I can still remember what he smelt like – oddly enough, he didn't have an overpoweringly masculine, musky smell. Not hero like at all. He smelt clean and fresh, light. As if he didn't have a care in the world. He had a smile on his face – I assumed it was to do with his dream. He had many dreams near the end, as Voldemort knew. As you knew. You used that against him eventually, we were all so stupid about you.

That day was until early afternoon run like any other. Yes, our days were organised and run now by the Order. We were in a war zone, nothing could be left to chance, nothing at all. At seven in the morning we would rise, shower, dress and eat at eight sharp. Then we all had our duties. I don't know what Harrys were; it was policy not to talk about our days activites. My mornings were physical practice, every day. Flying, running, dodging and muggle self defence. My favourite time of day. The afternoons were strategy and preparation for the night's activities – of which there could be many. Reconnaissance, attacks, subterfuge and many other things became second nature to us.

That day I was preparing to go out and shadow Mad Eye as he took out several activists in Hogsmeade. It was a part of the job I excelled at, no matter how much my mother and Harry hated it, it was what I was good at – killing. At roughly three that afternoon Harry came to talk to me.

"Ginny. Come here?"

He asked me. He sounded tired, so tired like the world was caving in on him, and I remember he was still wearing the same smile he'd woken up clothed in. Something felt off, I thought at the time. He was tense and yet, he was at peace. I couldn't understand it.

"Ginny? Listen to me, and don't interrupt. Promise me?"

"Promise, Harry."

Fear began to coil in my belly and choke up my throat. My eyes were already tearing up and I could hardly breathe. I knew what was coming, I had feared it for weeks now. He, Ron and Hermione holed up in that damn room, always whispering about something. I should have known, I should have seen it coming, but now it was too late. I tried to stare at him and register each minute detail, the way his lips curled at the sides and his eyes were creased in the corners. His hair was messy, as always, and fell lopsidedly across his forehead.

That scar glared at me like an accusation. Screaming at me what I already knew.

"There's no easy way to say this. Let me start with the easiest thing to say. I love you, Ginny, that isn't changing. I would do anything for you – die for you."

"Don't say that. Not now, Harry, please…."

"Gin, you promised you would let me finish. I would, I would die for you, if I had to. So, I'm going to ask you to stay home tonight. I don't want to have to be scared for you, not tonight. Tonight I'm going to finish all of this Gin, and afterwards I'm going to marry you. At a big church, with flowers in your hair and candles floating about, smelling like those damn roses you like so much. You can even arrive in a horse and carriage"

He was laughing and crying now, at the same time. It wrenched my heart open and broke it to see him like this, trying to look after me when I knew damn well I wasn't going to stay put. He wasn't going out there alone.

And I was going to marry him. If nothing else, if everyone dies, I would still become Mrs G Potter. I'd been practicing my signature for months, for Merlin's sake. It would happen. It had to.

"You know what I'm trying to tell you, what's going to happen tonight. The order knows everything apart…..apart from where exactly I'm going. Because, if they are there, he will kill them, I saw it last night. So, they aren't coming. Not even Ron and Hermione – they'll go mad afterwards" He chuckled. "but, I have to go now Gin. I have things to do, and places to be. So please, give me a hug and a kiss and by nine tonight everything will be over, and next week, will you marry me?"

I plunged forward into his arms and my sobs started in earnest. They shook me like earthquakes, rocking my very souls. I was so scared, so very scared. I could see my entire world quivering on the edges of my vision, and for a second I swear I saw it all come crashing down around me. It deafened and numbed me and for a minute all I knew was this great knot of grief swallowing me up inside as I clung to Harry, my star, my shining star. Then, I breathed in and calmed and looked up at his face. It was tearstained and scared as me. He didn't need me this way.

I reached up and kissed him with every fibre of my being. I tasted him and sucked him in and tried to memorise him and keep him treasured away in my chest. If I had known this would be the last time I held Harry alive, perhaps I would've held on longer. I would never have let go.

Five minutes later he was gone, and I was sat on the cold hard floor with the dusty light pillaring down around me and only my tears for warmth.

"Ginny. Are you ready to go? Remember, practice constant vigilance. I've not got the time to be saving young lasses tonight."

I nodded at Mad Eye and stuck my thumb up. Everyone kept on checking on me, making sure I was ok. Harry had enlightened everyone on his departure at an emergency meeting half an hour after he had left me. Now he was gone, and I was alone and numb. I couldn't feel a thing, not the cold in the air or the rain on my face. I couldn't feel a connection of any kind with Harry. Not a thing. Anxiety pulsed through me as I prepared to take off. I chanced a last look to the east before the brooms kicked off and as one we spread into the sky.

We all knew the hour of our reckoning was at hand, we all felt it as it plumed through us and devoured our senses leaving nothing but scared and nervous minds. Almost the entire order was in the air - to either side of me I had George and Fred. Bill was overhead and Ron below. Protecting the baby of the family. Dad was somewhere else, but no doubt he could see me. Since Charlie's death, they all took special care over me. They didn't want another body delivered to them, broken and still.

Speeding to our destination we were silent as the grave. Everyone had their own thoughts to work through. I have no doubt that a few were deliberating running for the hills to the west of us. They wouldn't have been stopped - a coward is far more likely to shoot you in the back than a worthy enemy. I thought of my wedding. For two hours as we flew, I chose dresses and bridesmaids, pondered on flowers and chose lilies and roses. Imagined myself turning up in a horse and carriage and my father handing me to Harry. I felt the smile of pure unadulterated joy that flooded my face. Harry would be safe, he had to be. I loved him.

A field, marshy and cold. That's where Harry had sent us to wait for our chance in the battle. He purported it to be safe, but none of us there that night believed it for a second. Moody saw figures in the distance from the first. They hovered on a boundary far away.

I shall never forget the atmosphere that night. It was cold enough to chill you through to the bones, almost to stop the heart. Everyone seemed frozen in time as we all stood there hanging on a string looking for a signal, anything to tell us what to do. Harry, we thought, Harry shows us what to do. Hours we waited and our nerves stretched out till they were audibly twanging in the air.

And we waited for four hours.

And then all hell broke loose.

And then a pair of cold hands grabbed me and dragged me away from the core of our number, and the breath was stale in my ear, and I couldn't believe it.

I heard my brothers shouting for me brokenly, already believing me dead. My answering scream was shrill and abrupt, a hand clamped over my mouth.

And I was taken to Voldemort, by you Colin Creevey. You dragged me away and deposited me at the feet of another death eater. I didn't know it was you at the time. How could I – we all saw you as a valuable member of the order, who was trustworthy and strong.

Instead you delivered me straight into the hands of Voldemort himself.

A/N : Yes I know, nasty little cliff hanger. Got a twist coming up in the next chapter. Thankyou to AlothStarr0 and DianePerish, my very first two reviewers! I'm sorry if this chapters not up to scratch, I couldn't get it fowing properly. Please don't desert me, I love you!

Nadia xXx