Ginny's POV

Halloween was coming up fast but still Ginny couldn't find a proper room to practice in. It was quite frustrating and unnerving. How could she show her parents that she was ready to be a part of the Order if she wasn't ready to kick ass? In her desperation she had even tried to sneak off into the Forbidden Forest but Hagrid had caught her just as she was entering it in the middle of the night. Ginny was lucky that Hagrid really liked her, otherwise her next stop would have been the Headmistress office, and McGonagall was not one for breaking rules. Not even for a good cause.

So now she had to be more careful and keep her practicing inside the castle walls.

"But where?" Ginny had been walking around the castle for hours and had become too frustrated and exasperated to notice Mrs Norris sitting at the end of the hallway looking away from her. When Ginny realized Filch's cat was there it was too late, she had already stepped on her tail. Mrs. Norris wailed in pain and turned around to see her attacker. She hissed at Ginny and tried to claw at her legs.

"Shit!" The redhead cursed under her breath. She knew she couldn't let the cat get a hold of her, otherwise it would be extremely difficult to explain the scratches all over her legs or anywhere else and Filch would make it his life's mission to make her life a living hell. She had to get away, but could she outrun a cat? Mrs. Norris tried to jump on top of her. "I guess there's no time like the present to figure it out."

Ginny pointed her wand at the ground between herself and Mrs. Norris and made it as slippery as fresh ice, then turned around and ran as fast as she could. As she ran down the hallway all she could hear were her shoes hitting the stone floor and the cat's wails as she tried to cross the icy ground. But just before she could make it around the corner she heard something else; Filch's worried cries.

"Fuck Merlin! He's going to have my head for this".

Ginny pushed herself to go faster. If Filch found her there was no way she wouldn't be sent to the McGonagall's office. And even though the Headmistress hated the cat as much as everyone else at Hogwarts, she would have no other choice than to punish Ginny were she caught red handed.

Ginny listened to the sounds around her and just as he had expected she could hear the "meows" and hisses from Mrs. Norris as well as Filch's running footsteps. She was done for.

Further ahead one of the stairwells was beginning to change position. If she moved quickly she could be able to get to the top and jump on the landing before it reached the other side. Filch would have no quick way of getting to her. She was just about to reach the first step when something caught her arm and dragged very forcefully into a dark… was it a room?

Ginny couldn't see a thing, but no matter how hard she tried her lumos spell wasn't working. She stayed still for a few seconds, gripping her wand tight in her hand, ready to hex whoever it was all the way to the next century if it was necessary. She hadn't had much practice with big fancy spells, but she knew how to cause pain.

"Come on Ginevra, keep your breathing even until all the cards are on the table. Keep your cool and don't show fear nor intention." Ginny made a conscious effort to keep her breathing as normal as possible, even though she knew the only way to accomplish it would be to not even thinking about it. She took a step to her left as silently as she could, trying to put some distance between her and what she was now sure was some sort of captor.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," came the voice of a guy that sure enough was standing right behind her. Ginny stopped on her tracks and turned around, hoping that at some point the room would light up and she could see who the fuck was playing with her. "Just two more steps to the left and you'll be falling down a flight of stairs."

The redhead had heard that voice before but she couldn't put a face on it. She pointed her wand at the place where the voice had come and tried a few hexes, but nothing happened. "Shit!"

"I don't think it's nice to point you wand to the person that just saved you from Filch, but I guess my method wasn't all that friendly and welcoming." There was a moment of silence, maybe the guy expected her to talk, to say thank you or something along those lines, but she kept quiet.

"Just walk up the stairs on your left and you'll be out of both the frying pan and the fire."

Ginny kept her wand ready waiting for her captor -or was it savior?- to say or do something else, but nothing happend. Suddenly, there was light and she could finally see where she was. Ginny was standing in a small landing between two flights of stairs, one going up and one going down, with nothing else in sight.

"What the bloody hell just happened?"

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Blaise's POV

Blaise had left the Slytherin common room under the pretense of patrolling the halls in search of people "looking to get detention". It was the Friday afternoon of a Hogsmeade weekend which meant that if he passed out any detentions those students would not be able to enjoy the wonders of the magical town. Lucky for him that was not only a favorite pastime for many Slytherin prefects, but also something that most liked to do on their own so they could later brag about the amount of detentions they had handed it out, giving Blaise the perfect excuse to roam the halls with none of his housemates tagging along.

But the Slytherin could not be bothered with such childish acts; he had far more important things to think about and deal with. He had finally decided to risk it all and run away before Christmas Eve, and with Halloween just around the corner, he had a little over a month to get everything ready before his great escape.

"Nothing like having the noose around your neck to get your creative juices flowing" he thought sarcastically. This was going to take a lot of time.

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Blaise was careful to avoid crowded corridors as he made his way to one of the entrances to the hideout he had found on his fourth year at school. At first it had been a place where he could relax and get away from the annoyances of a school where his status as a pureblood meant very little outside of his house, and mudbloods and blood traitors were treated just like him. It was outrageous!

But then, on the summer before his sixth year, he saw as a few Death Eaters that had been in a meeting with his mother, raped and tortured one of their servants. Considering the way he had been brought up it shouldn't have bothered him, and up until that point it never had. By then he already knew that sort of thing happened on a regular basis in his household and others, but had never witness it. His stomach had turned and a mixture of shame, disgust and anger had washed over him like tidal waves. After that day he began to withdraw from it all, to see things differently and to dread the day he would have join Voldemort's ranks.

That summer he had begun to daydream about escaping and starting a new life, but he knew his mother too well and knew that it wasn't a real possibility. For over a year he had no real hope to move on, but now desperation gripped at him and his survival instinct kicked into high gear. It was time to take the reins of his own life or die trying. And for that he needed his secret room, a place where he could plan everything out without prying eyes or people asking questions. But where was he supposed to start?

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Hello lovely people, hope you are having a great start to a new year. Thank you so much for liking/following this story. It's taking me forever to update, but as a new year's resolution Ive decided to post at least once a week. The best part of this resolution is that if I don't come through, you have the complete and utter right e-mail me and nag me all you want. Also, the very next week I would have to post 2 chapters instead of one.

Have a lovely 2016! see ya soon.