At the flat that night, Ginny arragned the bedroom so that when (not if) she brought Oliver back she would have a ready space to work with. After going through just about every single spell she knew that could possibly be useful for the seventh time, Ginny went into the backyard once more. Pulling the piece of paper Snape had given her from her pocket she studied the instructions on how to reach Oliver. Not once since she had left Diagon Alley did she doubt that his words were true, if he had been lying to lead her into a trap he could have just left her in the bookstore, and so she was going to follow his instructions ill-advised or not.

Finally deeming herself ready, she focused on the information she had and landed at what looked like the edge of a forest. Taking a minute of her precious time to glance around and get a feel for the surroundings, Ginny crept closer to the clearing where Snape's instructions said Oliver would be. She didn't apparate directly to him so that she would not be caught in stunners before she even fully apparated. Within eye sight of the clearing, Ginny could see Oliver's body lying in the middle askew. Creeping up to the tree line, she caught sight of one of the Death Eaters that was foretold to be there. Casting a cushioning charm on the ground below him first, Ginny shot a stunner in his direction and he crumpled in a heap.

'One down, a billion to go…' she thought to herself sarcastically. Prepping herself, Ginny looked left and right around the clearing for obvious signs of attackers, and took off running into the centre. She was more than half way towards Oliver before the spells started coming her way. She threw up a shield spell with a non-verbal 'protego.'

Running in crooked circles she finally made her way to Oliver's body and hurriedly scanned it to see if there were any curses on him. Not finding any, she laid herself over him and wrapped her arms under his to drag him upwards. Once they were in a mildly upright position, she spun with all her might concentrating hard on the backyard she had recently vacated.

During the day she had practiced apparating with large objects because she had never learned side-along apparition and wanted to be sure she wouldn't be splinching herself or Oliver. The only trouble was nothing she practiced with had a mind of its own to pull her from her destination, so she could only hope Oliver was either so out of it he wasn't dreaming or else he was dreaming of his home.

Daring to open her eyes, Ginny saw that they had made it to Largo Lane, just up the road a little ways from the flat. Checking Oliver over for signs of splinching first, she hoisted him up with one arm around her should and started half walking half dragging him down the road. She kept her wand in her hand in case anyone chose now to attack, but it was a quiet walk down the road. One neighbour was walking his dog down the road and was staring oddly at Ginny and Oliver.

"Poor bloke, had too much to drink, tried 'defending my honour' against a guy much bigger than him. He'll be alright though. Enjoy your night!" Ginny called after the man who shook his head and continued walking. Reaching Oliver's place, Ginny used her wand to unlock and open the door and staggered sideways to get inside. Kicking the door shut with her foot, she dragged Oliver down the hallway to his bedroom and laid him back onto the bed.

Finally able to catch her breath, she performed a diagnostic charm to figure out what needed her attention first. His right leg was broken as were a few of his ribs. In his lower stomach there appeared to be some internal bleeding and it looked as though he had a concussion from the large knot on his head. Making sure he was lying as comfortable as possible, Ginny began giving him various healing potions; a cup of skele-gro here, a teaspoon of blood replenisher there. To take care of the knot on his head, she performed a simple healing charm she had seen her mother use after many 3x3 Quidditch games gone wrong. His skin had scratches all over it so she used a lotion with herb of hellebore in it so close the wounds and prevent itching. Once more casting the diagnostic charm she was satisfied that she had done what she could for Oliver. All that remained was to wait for him to wake up and heal.

Getting to bed late seemed to be a trend with Ginny's new chosen life-style. Three a.m. and she was just settling onto the couch. With any luck, Oliver would be awake enough to be left on his own tomorrow night or the day after and so she would be able to scout out the area of the revel she had heard about. She floated into sleep with thoughts of plans she would need to make whispering across her mind.

~~~~~~~~~In~~~~~the~~~~~End~~~~~There~~~~~Will~~~~~Be~~~~~Tears~~~~~~~~~

After a quick breakfast the next morning, Ginny checked in on Oliver who was still passed out and then took a shower to wash off the mud from the skirmish. The hot water felt so nice that Ginny stayed in it longer than was necessary just loving the heat. After becoming too prune-like for her liking she got out of the shower and dried off. Since she would be checking out the park later that day, Ginny decided to wear some of the muggle clothing she had brought along; a light blue pair of jeans and a pale pink blouse with a blue sweater over it. Wiping a spot clear on the steamed up mirror, she set about doing her hair. Casting a drying spell on it she considered her options. If the men who were in the bookstore were going to be at the dark revel then it was probably best that she didn't have the same hair colour or style.

Tongue between her teeth, Ginny gave a small trim to her hair using scissors she found in the medicine cabinet. Now instead of long hair all the same length, she had shoulder length layered hair with bangs framing her face. Satisfied with the style she moved onto colour; trying blonde, she wrinkled her nose in disgust; she looked like a Hufflepuff. With another swish of her wand she had black hair with red highlights. This she felt made her look too much like a Slytherin, but she supposed that was the look to go for. Once more melting her freckles into the rest of her skin, Ginny felt she was satisfyingly unrecognizable from her normal self.

Out in the bedroom, Ginny heard Oliver stir and moan. Hurrying in to keep him from moving too much she found herself with a wand pointed at her face.

"Expelliarmus." And her wand was soaring out of her hand.

"Oliver be careful, your leg and some ribs are broken."

"Yeah, thanks for that. What do you want? I already told you I don't know anything about the Order of the Phoenix. How did you get into my house anyway?" Oliver seemed very angry towards Ginny and she could not understand why.

"Ol...it's me, Ginny." She said confused.

"Ginny…Weasley? Ha, you must not be a very smart Death Eater or else you would know the Weasleys a little better, they have red hair, the whole lot of them. Dumbass…"

Ginny stared and then realized that she had the glamour on still. "No, seriously…it's me. Fred and George suggested I stay here and then I got word that you needed help so I rescued you and healed you and stuff. I just have a spell on me that makes me look different, if you just give me my wand back I can change back."

Oliver laughed and then stopped because of the pain in his chest. "Sure, I'll give you your wand…after you prove you're Ginny Weasley."

Ginny thought for a moment and then remembered her second year, Oliver's seventh, "After the Quidditch match in your seventh year you got a little drunk during the party and sat in the corner next to me crying on my shoulder about how awesome it was that Gryffindor finally won, and how sad it was that you would never play for Gryffindor again."

He smiled and relaxed, "That was a great party…man Gryffindors sure know how to sneak illegal stuff into the castle."

Approaching the bed, Ginny grabbed her wand and undid her charms. "I was just practicing my glamour charm so that I can go around undetected."

"So…I'm assuming there's a story you need to tell me. Something along the lines of how we got here, how you found me, why you aren't at home…any of this ringing a bell?"

"You can't tell anyone I'm here, please! I just wanted to be able to do stuff you know?"

"I promise I won't, and you're welcome to stay here for as long as you'd like, you did save me after all. But seriously…how?"

So Ginny told him how she had left, and how the twins had allowed her to. She explained what had happened in Knockturn alley, though she glossed over the seeing Snape but just explaining she had overheard the men also mention a Quidditch star being hurt in the woods. Ginny didn't think Oliver fell into the category of the few people who trusted Snape still.

By the time Ginny got done telling Oliver about the events of the past two days, it was time for him to take more medicine. Measuring out the amount he needed, she put them on his bedside table and left to make some form of food.

"Oliver, how's your stomach feeling? I'm thinking we should start you off with something easy, something soup like." She called from the kitchen, going through the cabinets and pulling out ingredients to make chicken noodle.

"It feels like it's been taken out kicked a couple hundred times and replaced upside down; soup is probably best."

After finishing the soup, Ginny poured some in a bowl and conjured up a tray to levitate it into the bedroom. While allowing it to cool down to an eatable temperature, Ginny checked over Oliver's wounds and vitals.

"Well the bleeding stopped, but it looks like some of the cuts aren't going to go away as easily as they should, they're cursed. There is a potion I could make though that should help. Your leg is messed up too, I would take you to St. Mungo's, but I don't think it's the safest place really."

"No it isn't, even the teams medics have stopped referring us to them. Just do your best Gin, I'm lucky to be alive. Just tell me straight..."

Ginny looked at him puzzled, "Tell you what?"

"Will I ever be able to play Quidditch again?"

Ginny laughed, of course that would be the one thing Oliver was worried about; nothing stops Quidditch. "I think you should be okay. It'll be a few weeks before you're able to move about again, but in the long run you'll be fine."

Oliver let out a sigh of relief and slowly started sipping his soup. After only a few mouthfuls, he wasn't able to eat anymore so Ginny gave him a dreamless sleep potion so that the other potions could work to their full potential. As she was clearing up his tray, Oliver grabbed her arm in a loose grip, "Listen Ginny...I know I promised I wouldn't tell anyone you're here, but not that I've thought about it, you really should go home...the war is no place for you...for any of us really..." He was cut off by his own yawn and fell asleep quickly.

Levitating the tray back to the kitchen, she started thinking about what he said. She was plenty capable. Sure she had only been gone a day before she ran into trouble, but she had gotten out of it. By pure luck of course...perhaps they were right. Maybe she wasn't cut out for this. But then, she had done spectacularly saving Oliver, hadn't she? He was safe and healing thanks to her! In less than fourteen days she would be gate crashing a dark revel, and she was damn confident that she would not hinder some Death Eaters incapable of harming anyone in the future, but getting out alive and kicking.

"I can do this!" Ginny shouted out loud to the empty kitchen and heard Oliver murmur in his sleep in the other room.

~~~~~~~~~In~~~~~the~~~~~End~~~~~There~~~~~Will~~~~~Be~~~~~Tears~~~~~~~~~

In the weeks that followed, Oliver never brought up what he had said and so Ginny took it to mean that it had been the medicine talking for him. She spent the days formulating a plan for the dark revel. First she scoped out the area disguised under the glamour once more and then spent some time drawing the area on a map so she could form a clear picture in her mind. She had started brewing the potions for Oliver's leg and cuts from the supplies she had stopped by Diagon Alley to barter for and even cleaned up his apartment a bit. Beyond all of this, she read over old Defense Against the Dark Arts books and practicing spells and counter-jinxes on pillows in the living room.

Four days before the revel was due to happen, Ginny was in Oliver's room reading over some books with him because he often got bored being confined to bed for so long. She took advantage of this by using his knowledge of other DADA teachers and their styles of defense to learn new spells properly. They had just finished going over a spell called the Schlagen Curse which caused the victim to feel as though quaffles were being thrown at them when a silver streak darted into the room. Ginny recognized it at once as the baby dragon patronus belonging to her older brother Charlie.

"Oliver, I'm in the area and thought I'd stop by to say hi. I have a question for you too. I'm on my way." Charlie's voice ended and the silence began.

Ginny and Oliver stared at each other, each having a silent battle in their mind. Finally Oliver broke the silence, "He's coming to see if I know where you are, I think I should tell him."

"No, please! I'll leave if you want me to, but I'm not going back home yet. I'm doing what I need to be doing and that won't happen if I'm stuck at the Burrow. Just please don't tell him I'm here." Ginny pleaded with her eyes before casting a disillusionment charm on herself and stepped into the corner.

Oliver tried to follow her movements but quickly lost her when Charlie knocked on the door in the other room and entered.

"Hey Charles, I'm in here, if you don't mind letting yourself in."

Charlie came around the corner and into the room, "Holy hell man, what happened to you, a rogue bludger or something? That shouldn't take too long to heal though."

"Have a seat, it's a long story."

Charlie sat on the chair near the bed that Ginny had recently vacated.

"I left a training session one day and was attacked outside the stadium. It was stupid on my part really; I didn't even have my wand out. A group of Death Eaters shot stunners at me and dragged me into the woods outside the grounds. I guess they wanted information about the Order, but I couldn't tell them anything because of the Fidelius Charm so they got angry, quite a bit angry in fact. Along with others, the um cruciatus curse was used a number of times...I think I passed out after a bit because next thing I know I'm lying all alone in the woods and it's all silent. I don't know how long I was there but it seemed like forever..."

Oliver trailed off and Charlie stared at him stunned, "Why didn't you call for help? We would have been there in minutes!"

"I couldn't move, just moving my finger was agony, I couldn't do anything but lay there and wait."

"Then how did you get home, why is this the first time we're hearing of this?"

Ginny held her breath, waiting for Oliver to give her away.

"An angel saved me." Oliver sighed.

"....pardon?"

"An angel...she rescued me from there and brought me home. I've been in bed ever since, in and out of it...she leaves medicine too, my angel. Very smart, knows what she's doing in any case."

Charlie stared at Oliver flabbergasted, "Uh-huh, and angel, and she delivers potions for you to recover...and you never thought to contact anyone, that this angel of yours could be another trap?"

Oliver shook his head, "Nope, I'm perfectly safe. I trust her, this angel, she wouldn't let me down."

While Charlie sat speechless, Ginny was having similar feelings. She was sure that any second he would just give away the fact that Ginny was standing in the room.

"I think you're out of your nut mate, one too many bludgers to your head. But that is beside the point...have you heard from Ginny lately?"

Oliver shook his head, "No, she's at the Burrow isn't she? She's helping your mom make potions. Why, haven't you been there in a while?"

"No, she's missing-"

"Missing? Holy shit, you mean Death Eaters took her? Those low-life jacka-"

"We think, well we're pretty, sure she ran away. She and mum had been having an argument...Anyway, if she stops by, or if you hear from her can you try and persuade her to come home? It isn't safe out there..."

Oliver looked around the room once more to try and find Ginny, "Yeah sure Charlie, I'll be sure to tell her."

"Thanks, and listen, be careful with this angel of yours, she could still be dangerous."

"Can do, Charles, can do."

Charlie left the room and soon they heard the sound of the front door shut. After waiting a few minutes in case he came back, Oliver sighed and sunk down into his bed.

"You can come out now."

Ginny undid her disillusionment charm and felt the usual sensation of a hot substance sliding over her. "Thank you Oliver, thank you so much."

"He thinks I'm crazy."

"You didn't give me away."

"If you're an angel, I'm a Cornish pixie."

"I really, really appreciate it!"

"I'm not sure he fully believed me with the angel story. He'll probably be back sometime in the future to check in on me and he won't be alone."

"Then I'll leave after Friday."

"I don't think you should...you're safe here."

"Oliver I'll be fine and you will be soon too, the potion will be finished on Saturday and then you'll be good as new."

"Thank you Ginny, for all you've done for me. You're the best almost sister a guy could ever have."

"If you're trying to get 'deep' with me to convince me not to go on Friday it isn't going to work. But I think your an excellent almost brother, just the same."

"Well it was worth a try...I think I'll sleep now, all this pretending to be delusional has made me exhausted."

~~~~~~~~~In~~~~~the~~~~~End~~~~~There~~~~~Will~~~~~Be~~~~~Tears~~~~~~~~~

The day of the revel arrived finding Ginny scurrying about the flat doing last minute things. She prepared a plethora of soup for Oliver and stuck it in his refrigerator so it wouldn't spoil. She tidied up the apartment as much as she could, cleaning and re-cleaning counter tops and furniture. Finally she had done everything she could so she forced herself to sit in a chair and go over her plan once more.

After some horribly slow hours it was time for her to prepare to leave. In case she ended up being followed and not able to come back to the flat, Ginny had decided she would shower before putting up her glamour. Fully aware that it could possibly be the last shower she ever took, she made every second last and so she was well soaked by the time she was done. Casting a drying charm, Ginny put on the black robes she had transfigured from the grey ones and cast her charm.

"How do I look?" She asked Oliver, coming out of the bathroom.

"Like a Death Eater in training..."

Ginny smiled, "Perfect then. Listen, if anything goes wrong..."

Oliver glared at her hard enough to make her stop, "Nothing is going to go wrong or else you aren't going. I don't want a goodbye speech."

"Alright fine, but there's things you should know anyway. I have too much of my mother in me not to tell you."

He didn't look happy, but allowed to speak nonetheless. "If I am not here to do so, for any reason, your potion needs to be stirred counter clockwise, removed from the heat and then the drop of dragons blood needs to be added. Then after four hours you can start taking it. Oh and there's soup if you get hungry. And yeah, that's about it."

"You can do this Gin, you'll be fine, more than fine I'd wager, quite awesome in fact."

Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but all she could think of to say were things that sounded like a goodbye so she settled for fluffing up his pillow. Checking the time, she saw that it was time to go so she nodded at Oliver and made her way to the backyard. Turning on the spot, she apparated to the place she had practiced arriving at during the week. It was slightly away from the area that the men had mentioned, but she figured it best to not apparate directly there in case there was a trap.

Keeping her wand out, but not lit, Ginny followed the small path towards the woods before abandoning it for her own memorized path. Arriving outside of a large clearing, Ginny cast a silencing spell on her feet along with another disillusionment charm. Though she was hardly see-able, she didn't want to take any chances so she also gripped the base of a large tree right on the edge of the woods and started to climb. A fourth of the way up the tree, there was a thick branch that she could sit on and observe the clearing and have proper aim for casting any spells.

Down in the clearing she finally took in what was happening. There were many black cloaked figures standing in groups talking, but well aware that in the centre of their group were four muggles who were sobbing silently on the ground, looking terrified at the men around them. The sight made Ginny disgusted to her stomach but she bit her tongue and held it in. She was here to help them, she reminded herself. She cast a shield spell of the four so that once the 'fun' began they would be safe from most spells.

Surveying the crowd, Ginny couldn't recognize anyone in particular nor did anyone seem more important than others, this made it difficult for her to decide whom to attack first. Once she started throwing spells, the group would catch on and start firing back. To be most effective, it would make sense to take out those that were leaders there. Finally three men emerged from the opposite side of the woods wearing masks. Though their faces were hidden, Ginny recognized one as Lucius Malfoy, one of the worst Death Eaters there was. He spoke to the group in hushed tones that Ginny could not hear from her perch so she waited on batted breath for someone to make a move to cause distraction.

Out of the woods to the east, a red dart of light flew straight towards the mass in the middle and hit the Death Eater to the right of Lucius clear in the shoulder. Ginny had wondered during her planning if there would be any Order members present at the revel, but she hadn't dared to hope. The man that had been hit dropped to the ground fast and the others began searching the woods around them.

"It appears we have some party spoilers. Gentlemen, find our guests and invite them in, will you?" Lucius' voice was much louder now, as though he had wanted anyone watching to hear him.

The group fanned out in all directions to search the woods around them. More stunners came from the same spot as before, and then flashes of purple and yellow came from the west, meaning there were at least two Order members here along with Ginny to fight this mob. The sudden appearance of more spells caused some confusion down below and so Ginny took advantage and added her spells to the mix. Soon sparks of every colour were flying through the night.

Spells came her way, but Ginny could easily deflect the ones that even came close to her. Some of the more stealthy few were making their ways towards the directions that spells were coming from. She saw several make their way into the woods in the east and the spells from that direction stopped. A large group came her direction and she too stopped firing so that they could not see the angle her spells were coming from. They walked stupidly through the woods all around her tree, never once bothering to look upwards. Not able to spot her, they gave up and headed back into the clearing towards the west where the other shooter was.

Once they were far enough away, Ginny picked them off; one by one they fell face down onto the forest floor. The only two who were not fighting were the two Death Eaters that remained conscious. Taking the fact that no one was aiming specifically for her at the moment, Ginny steadied her arm and took aim at Lucius' wide shoulders. Deciding on a spell she had read about, the inferno spell, she let fly a glowing orange jet of light which flew across the grounds and hit its intended target directly where she had intended.

Ginny smirked when Lucius let out a roar of pain. "Back here, all of you. Now." Lucius barked his command to the men who were still left standing, an amount considerably smaller than had originated.

"Ah, lovely you caught two of them, bring them here." Lucius looked in her direction as he said this, clutching his pained shoulder.

From the east and west the men dragged two figures. Tonks appeared to be unconscious as they slid her across the ground. The other was a member of the Order, but Ginny couldn't remember his name, he was conscious, bound and gagged.

"Hartley, you worked for the ministry didn't you?" Lucius smiled down at the man as though he were a dear friend, "This is a sticky situation you have yourself in here. Are you afraid for your life?"

The man called Hartley spit out his gag and glared up at Lucius from the kneeling position he was now in. "If being dead is the alternative to living in a world run by your kind then I gladly accept my end."

Lucius' smile faded and turned to anger, with a jab of his wand and a flash of green light, Hartley fell to the ground dead. Lucius kicked him in the side with his boot and turned away to where Tonks remained silent on the ground.

"She's unconscious sir, some of the men went overboard with their stunners."

"No matter, Enneverate. " Tonks jerked awake and struggled against her bonds.

"Nymphadora Tonks, it's good to see you cousin. Tell me, how is that werewolf husband of yours?"

"What did you do with Hartley?"

"He got what he deserved for his cheek."

"I'll assume that means he insulted you in some way and you felt the best way to restore your pride was by killing him, right? Dear cousin you should really get your temper checked out, it might get you into trouble one day."

Ginny was proud of Tonks, staring death in the face like that and still being a smartass. Casting the same shield charm on Tonks that she had on the muggles, Ginny starting shooting at the cloaked men once more. She took out a third of who were there before Lucius shouted, "Enough! If you continue this, whoever you are, the auror will be tortured before being killed. Give yourself up now; we'll make it quick for you."

Ginny remained in her tree but stopped firing. She could continue her course of action, but it was likely not only would Tonks die, so would the four muggles she had been trying to protect in the first place. Her only choice was to enter the clearing and duel on level ground. She could sever Tonks' bindings and create a portkey for her and the muggles. Finalizing her plan, Ginny jumped down from the tree and headed across the clearing, still disillusioned. Once she was next to Tonks, she took the first thing she could find in her pocket, a hair tie, "portus." Never having made a portkey before, Ginny created it based on the theory she had read back in her seventh year.

Undoing her disillusionment charm, Ginny faced Lucius behind her glamour covered face. "Hello Mr. Malfoy, it's been a while."

Before Lucius could attack, Ginny used Diffindo on the cords holding Tonks and threw her the portkey. "Get them and go!" She shouted at her and Tonks nodded springing into action.

Using every spell she knew, Ginny nonverbally blasted her way through the crowd gathered around her and it was nearly a full minute before they reacted. Dodging spells, Ginny felt as though she were doing a form of intricate dance. Gracefully dodging the attack of one of the men who seemed to have forgotten about his wand, Ginny was caught in surprise when the only spell Lucius had fired hit her squarely in the stomach.

"I believe that's the same spell you used on me you little bitch. How dare you?"

The pain in her stomach was unbearable and she let out a cry and doubled over.

"Expelliarmus." And Ginny found her wand flying away from her.

"Not so dangerous now, are you little whelp? We can find out who you are from Ollivander, he'll know whose wand this is."

The cruelty in his voice made Ginny shudder, she knew what was coming.

"You lost us our fun; I think it's only fair if you fill their place don't you?"

Ginny attempted to run, to get out of there, but before she took two steps she felt the stabbing pain of the Cruciatus curse all over her body. There was no fighting it, no way to make it stop. After what felt like hours, the pain subsided and she felt her muscles begin to spasm.

"Feel nice? How about another taste? You'll beg for death before we are through with you."

Ginny did not doubt this, and thoughts of her brothers flashed before her eyes as another wave of pain rolled through her body. Bill...Charlie, she had just seen him a few days ago...Percy...the twins, they had let her go...with a promise...

She remembered the fake galleon sitting in her pocket and struggled to control her arm enough to get to it. The pain stopped once more and Ginny could hear Lucius talking, probably insulting her more, but she concentrated all of her might on reaching the galleon and sending a message to her brothers. Fumbling with her pocket, she managed to get it out and held it firmly in her hand as yet another round of the torture curse hit her. She focused on her brothers and on where she was, she felt the coin grow hot and knew it worked. The only thing left to do now was to wait until help arrived.

"Well I've had my fun gentlemen, but you seem to have lost your victims, so do as you like with her, just kill her when you're done." Lucius laughed and walked away to the edge of the clearing, disapparating from sight.

Ginny felt many curses descend upon her and did her best to ignore the pain, but the edge of her eye sight slowly became dark and soon she joined it in the nothingness.