"Potter? Wha-what just happened?" Draco spoke breathlessly.

Harry looked at Draco and then at me. His stare was filled with such intensity it chilled me to the bone.

"I am so sorry." He whispered. "I will not fail you." With that he vanished.

"What the bloody hell is going on?!" Ron all but screamed.

This statement brought the rest of the crowd gathered in the great hall out of their stupor.

Questions rang through the air as the crowd tried to piece together what exactly had just happened.

Many rushed to Dracos aid.

I turned numbly and unconsciously moved towards my family.

I knew what was going on. I knew the consequences.

"Ginny? GINNY!" I was suddenly roused out of my wanderings.

"What." I whispered.

"Honey, come here, what's going on?" My mother tried to say as soothingly as possible. I could hear the worry and anxiety laced into her words.

I looked up to find my whole family and of course Hermione staring, waiting for my answer. I couldn't find my voice. I couldn't think anymore. I just continued to stare.

"Mom, I don't think she can handle much more." George stated.

"Ginny?" I just continued to stare. I was physically incapable of speaking. I wanted so badly to tell them, I just couldn't.

"Ginny please, what is going on?!" My mother started to cry.

As I slid down the wall unable to support my body weight single words began to fall from my mouth, I couldn't stop them.

". . . .hour."

When the word vomit finally stopped, I looked to Hermione hoping she had finally gotten it.

"He has to find the stone within the hour or they die." She whispered. Hermione never disappoints.

"They?" Ron questioned.

Hermione gave me a sad stare, soon my whole family finally understood."

"NO. That will NOT happen." Ron spat. "I won't let it."

"Harry will find it. He has to find it." Hermione spoke.

Neville and the rest of the D.A inched closer wanting to know what was happening. As Hermione explained the situation my family situated themselves around me, trying to comfort me and my almost broken mind.

Gasps were heard when word had spread I could feel the stares on me, but I could do nothing but sit. My eyes would continuously wander to Harry's old beaten and broken body that lay in the corner of the Great Hall. Tears sprung into my eyes once more. "It's all my fault.." I wailed. I needed him. I needed him now.

"Ginn-" but my moms words were not heard as I looked around and the sight in front of me chilled me to the core.

A man concealed in the darkness began approaching me. I began to stand.

"Who are you, what do you want?!" I said as bravely as possible.

"Ginny..who are you talking to?" my mom asked worriedly.

I couldn't answer, my stare fixed on this dark creature before me.

"Why my dear who do you think I am?" He said as he stepped more into the light. There aren't words to describe the horrific image of a man that stood before me. Tiny pieces of flesh clung to the bone of his hands. His black eyes bore into mine and my soul felt as if it was being ripped from my body.

I don't know when it happened but I fell to the ground as the breath I had been holding in had left me.

"GINNY!" My mother screamed. "Please, Whats happening?!" She cried.

"He's here." Hermione whispered in terror.

"Times up." "You're mine." Death smirked