A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter, and as I forgot to say it for all the previous chapters as well, thank you everyone who reviewed this story so far. I hope the wait wasn't too long for you for this chapter. With finals coming up, I don't have much time to write. But as I spent 5 hours writing a 7 page paper today I really needed to write something for me and not a professor. Either way, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Warnings for this chapter: strong language

Disclaimer: Let me see, nope. I still don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter Six

Nine Weeks Pregnant

"I think she's coming 'round, Penelope. Ginny, can you hear me?"

Ginny felt a warm hand holding hers, a familiar hand. She didn't open her eyes. She didn't move. She only remembered. She remembered Walden Macnair holding her daughter, thrusting his wand against Lily's throat, sneering at her before she Disapparated, taking Ginny's heart with him.

"Ginny?" The same voice from before was demanding her attention, but Ginny didn't want to open her eyes. Didn't want to open them and know that it hadn't been a nightmare as she wished it was. Her daughter would truly be gone if she opened her eyes.

"Maybe you just imagined it, Harry." A different voice cut through the silence.

"I didn't imagine anything, Hermione. I know she's there. Come on, Ginny. Wake up. Please, I need you."

That was true, and would always be true. Ginny knew that. Harry needed her, he would always need her, just like Ginny needed and would always need Harry. And he needed her more now than ever. She was being selfish, laying here wishing she was dreaming while her daughter was missing and the Death Eaters were doing Merlin knows what to her. She owed it to her daughter, to her husband, to her family, to open her eyes.

So she did.

"Ginny," Harry sighed in relief. She could tell he had been worried, and probably had not left her side since the news reached him at Hogwarts of their daughter's abduction and his wife's fainting spell.

"Harry," Ginny answered, a sorrowful sound escaped her mouth after she said his name. A tear escaped, falling down her cheek.

"Don't cry, love. Please, don't cry. We'll get her back, I promise. If it's the last thing I do, we will get our daughter back," Harry said. He took her hand in both of his, bringing it to his lips. "I promise."

"It's my fault. It's all my fault." Ginny finally let her emotions go, closing her eyes again as the tears streamed down her face.

"No, it's not. This is no one's fault. Not yours, not mine, not Bill's, no one's fault but Walden Macnair and the Lestranges," Harry told her. "Look at me."

Ginny took a deep, shuddering breath before she opened her eyes. Unshed tears shined in Harry's eyes. She knew he was trying to keep it together for her sake. She wanted to tell him that it was okay to let it go. To let go of his emotions as she let go of hers, but she couldn't find the words to tell him. Not when their daughter was lost and nothing was okay. Everything was the complete opposite of okay. She felt hopeless. Even with Voldemort and the second war, she had had hope that Harry would survive and they would get their happily-ever-after. Now that had been taken away from her and her hope was gone with it.

Before Ginny or Harry could speak, Ron Apparated into the room with a pop. Harry stood up, clenching Ginny's hand tightly in his.

"We found where they were hiding. It appears the Lestranges waited in a back alley near Knockturn Alley while Macnair. . . " Ron trailed off, not able to finish his sentence.

"While Macnair took my daughter," Ginny finished. She couldn't stand the unfinished sentence. The emptiness that it brought into the room. Of course, her heart was already empty. Her daughter was gone.

"We'll get her back, Ginny," Harry repeated.

"We have all the Aurors out looking for her now, Ginny. Wherever Macnair took her, we'll find them," Ron said.

All the Aurors were looking for her daughter, while she lay in bed. Ginny made her move before Harry could stop her. She stood up, grabbed her wand from her nightstand and Disapparated.

H/G

"Where's my mummy? I want my mummy."

"Shut up, brat." Macnair slapped the child.

Lily whimpered, but she was smart enough to not speak again.

"What do we do now? We need Potter, not his spawn," Rabastan Lestrange asked.

"We need Potter's blood. This is Potter's daughter. His blood runs through her veins," Walden explained, as if speaking to a three-year-old.

"Half of his blood. How do we know the potion will work with her blood?" Rodolphus Lestrange stalked over to Macnair. "If you fucked this up by taking the wrong Potter-"

"I didn't fuck anything up, Rodolphus. The potion will work. It just might more blood than it would with Potter."

"How much more?" Rabastan asked.

"I don't know. . . all of it." Macnair smiled sinisterly at the five-year-old.

Lily's eyes widened and she bit back another whimper. Please, Mummy, Daddy, save me.

H/G

Ginny appeared in the middle of Diagon Alley. Even though it was midday, no pedestrians could be seen. Aurors were everywhere, collecting anything that could be evidence, questioning the shopkeepers.

Unable to move, Ginny looked at the last spot she had seen her daughter before she had been taken from her. The scene ran through her head for the thousandth time. Macnair holding her daughter in a chokehold, his wand pointing at Lily's throat. Lily screaming for her mother, Macnair pushing the wand against Lily's throat even harder. Macnair disappearing with her daughter.

Ginny tried to hold it together. She didn't want to draw attention to herself. If she did, someone would notify Ron or Harry and then it would all be over. She tried to pull herself together, but it was no use. She kept staring at her daughter's last known whereabouts and her knees buckled. She fell to the ground, sobbing.

"Ginny! What're you doing here?" Someone ran towards her, kneeling beside her. "Does Harry know you're here?"

Ginny looked up into a face she knew well. Fred. She shook her head.

"Come on. Let's get you home." Fred wrapped an arm around his sister, helping her to her feet. He led the way to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Before they got there, Harry bolted out of the shop.

"Ginny! What were you thinking Disapparating like that? You're not supposed to Apparate while you're pregnant. You could have hurt the baby." As Harry hurried towards her, Ginny shrugged Fred off.

"I had to look for her. I didn't know where else to go but I couldn't lay in bed while my daughter's out here somewhere." Ginny tripped over a cobblestone. Harry caught her in his arms, pulling her tight against his chest.

"I know you're frightened. I am too. But you can't go disappearing like that. You had me so worried."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." Ginny sobbed against his chest.

"No, it's not. You didn't ask Death Eaters to take our daughter, but they did. So please, stop blaming yourself."

"Harry, we should get her home," Fred said before Ginny could speak.

Harry nodded. "Come on, Ginny."

Harry led her to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Once there he turned to Fred.

"Thank you for finding her. I was hoping she would come here."

"Don't thank me for that. She's my sister. And Lily's my niece. We're going to find her. We're going to bring her home."

Harry nodded before grabbing a handful of Floo Powder. He helped Ginny into the fireplace, keeping one arm tight around her, then he shouted, "Potter Manor!" Fred watched as his sister and brother-in-law Disapparated in a flash of flames.