Disclaimer: However much I wish it, it's not the case I am just little old Kat not Jo.

A/N: Thanks for staying with me.

Chapter 2: The Disappearance

Ginny was checking in on her little girl before heading to bed herself, she looked so peaceful. She couldn't believe it had been 4 years since her birth, 5 happy years with her husband. To her he was a very special person but still just Harry, the boy she grew up with, who she had smiled with, joked with and fought along side during the war although that was behind her. She had so much to look forward to a bright future with her husband and her daughter because when they were together the rest of the world didn't matter.

Ginny thoughts were disrupted by a loud noise coming from below, her husbands voice carried up the stairs it was scary she hadn't heard him talk like that since the war especially when she heard another voice firing back spells as fast as Harry could block them. Her instincts kicked in including her new found motherly instincts; she wrapped up her child to take her to safety, within seconds she was standing in the lounge of her brother's home.

Her daughter knew Ron and Hermione's home well, she would be safe there and it wouldn't scare her if she was there when she woke up but that wasn't going to happen she would go home and everything would work out, she would fight along side Harry they had done it once they could do it again. Thinking about Harry, she knew she had to get back to him.

A piece of spare parchment and a quill lay on the table Ginny wrote out a quick note

Look after her!

Trouble at home!

G.

Charming the parchment to hover in the air she apparated back to home.

As she found her bearings Harry ran into the room, trying to block the door as he does so. He runs straight into his wives' arms looking at their daughters bed, a look of horror crossed his face. She whispered in his ear, "She is safe".

A hooded Figure enters the room, she can't believe her eyes, and she looks at her husband in disbelief, his deep green eyes draw her in. Her wand held steady she raises it ready to cast but is hit before she can say the words to attack their foe, the whole room goes dark as she feels the arms of her lover release her.

Ron wakes with a fight, something is not right he turns to his beautiful wife who is also tossing and turning before also sitting up straight. It had been a long time since they had awoken with this feeling of fear. They threw on their Dressing Gowns and took out the wands and headed down the stairs.

A piece of parchment floating in mid-air was not something unusual in their world but it was a bit strange at Midnight. Hermione rushes forward and picks it out of the air reading it several times over and over. Ron having read it and never being one to think before he acts apperated instantly to the house of his best friend and sister. When he gets there it no longer looks like the home he had been apart of building but a mess of pictures and broken furniture all laying discarded from a fight that was obvious, he had seen it far too many times during the war. He searched the house slowly wand at the ready as he did not know if the threat remained in the house. He moved around the downstairs clearing each room in military fashion before heading upstairs whilst searching the main suite of rooms he heard voices coming from downstairs, it had been dark but moonlight through the window cast outlines to see but as a figure had apperated in front of the window he could not see who it was but the voices that reached Ron's ears were familiar ones….

"Oi George where are you?" Asked Fred

"Right next to you, Idiot…!" Replied George

Bill grabs the twins by the shoulders a look in his eyes they had seen many times before telling them that they were to shut up now! Ron had made his way down the stairs and stood on the bottom step beckoning his brothers to follow him upstairs to finish checking all of the rooms.

There was only one room remaining, as he stood in the doorway he stopped dead….

In the centre of the room was a green translucent image stretching its wings as a breath of green filled the air Ron was looking into the mark of the dragon.

A/N: Thanks to my sister once again for her inspiration. Next Chapter back to the diary.