Chapter 10: So Close, Yet So Far

Ginny opened her eyes and carefully rolled over on the narrow bed. She looked around the small room and saw Uriel sitting alone next to the window lone.

"I don't think we're in England anymore Ginny," she said sadly.

Ginny got off the bed and went to sit next to her sister, glad that the morning sickness hadn't been plaguing her since they had been captured. Ginny couldn't even imagine how confused Uri must be, no sooner had Ginny introduced Narcissa to Uriel as her mother the women went crazy and started to fire curses. Ginny hoped that Ron was alright, he had been helping Ginny fight Narcissa off but a curse had taken him down. Ginny rubbed her stomach that was starting to swell showing the growth of their boys.

"Draco and Blaise will find us," Ginny assured the older woman.

"What if they are too late?" Uri asked, tears in her eyes.

"Everything will be alright," Ginny promised.

"How can you be sure?"

"We're Malfoy's," Ginny smiled at her. "We never give up without a fight."

Neither of the Malfoy women had any idea how long they had been there. Neither of them had recognized the woman who came to relieve Narcissa of them and who locked them in their little room. She only showed up twice a day to give them a little bit of food. At first the sisters tried to split it up as evenly as possible, but when Uriel noticed how hungry Ginny still was after eating her small share the older women was more than happy to only take a little food.

At first Ginny protested. "I'm not the one who has to feed three people right now Ginny, you are." Uriel had reminded her, pushing her meager share toward her sister. "Eat it. You need it, I don't."

Ginny was thankful that she wasn't facing everything alone. Having Uriel with her was a comfort although Ginny worried about her as well, if this had been before Uriel had lost her memory things would have been different. Now Ginny worried what would happen if someone tried to hurt either of the women if only because Uriel didn't have control over her magic. Blaise had gotten a very big magical slap to the face the last time Uriel had gotten scared, Ginny could only speculate what would happen to someone else, especially if they were trying to hurt them.

"My mother has ice blue eyes," Uriel spoke suddenly from her place on the floor.

"What?" Ginny looked at her unsure what she meant.

"I…I remember," Uriel struggled to say. "That my mother has very light, almost ice blue eyes like Draco's. That woman who you called my mother had green eyes."

Ginny was silent for a moment or two as she tried to picture Narcissa when she had come to Uriel's hospital room. Everything about her had screamed Narcissa Malfoy at the top of its lungs, from to the hair, and the clothes, to the haughty demeanor and way she carried herself. Then Ginny remembered that around the edges of Narcissa's eyes there appeared to be a ring of green almost hiding under her real color. The more Ginny thought about it the more sense it made, that the Narcissa they had encountered was not really Narcissa at all. Someone had glamoured or Polyjuiced themselves to look like her, someone who only knew the old Narcissa Malfoy and the façade she had been putting on for years.

"You're right," Ginny finally told the older women. "That woman couldn't have been your mother. It was someone who wanted to lure us into their trap and used your mother's familiar appearance to do so."

"But what about the other women, the one who comes to give us food?" Uriel wondered.

"I'm not sure," Ginny tried hard to think.

She was sure that Harry Potter was playing the part of Narcissa Malfoy but then who could be his accomplice? Ginny could hardly even picture the strange woman only because she kept their room dark and so she was always in shadow somehow or another. Ginny couldn't even describe what she looked like.

Ginny rubbed the area right over her heart. The warming sensation had not let up since they had been kidnapped and Ginny knew that it was the charm on Emily's necklace letting her know that her daughter was thinking about her. Without warning tears began to fall from Ginny's eyes.

"Gin," Uriel looked over and noticed the redhead crying. "What's wrong?"

Ginny tried to wave her off. "Nothing, I'm just hormonal, and I know how badly Emily wants me right now, and this is the first time that she needs me, and I….I can't…."

Ginny broke off as her tears made her words stick in her throat that was quickly closing up. Uriel pulled the younger woman close to her and tried to comfort Ginny as best as she could. Soon Uri's tears began to fall onto the top of Ginny's head. Even though Uriel was the one who had lost her memory, both she and Ginny were in the dark and they didn't know when they would see the light again.

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Draco, Blaise and Ron were all sitting in Kingsley's office pouring over maps and trying to figure out where the girls were being hidden. So far they had checked all of the Malfoy and Black properties, and any of the places Harry Potter had in his name. The staff had searched every inch of the asylum in America and Dr. Quincy had been contacted. She told them she would be back as soon as she could to aid in their search for the real Harry Potter.

"Who even knows if they're still in the U.K." Blaise reminded them.

"He's right," Ron sighed. "Harry could have taken them anywhere."

"Have you contacted Luna to see if she could trace Ginny through some of the spells she used on the twins?" Kingsley asked Draco.

"I did," Draco turned to them and tried to pay attention, the warming sensation over his heart from Emily intensifying by the second. "She said none of the spells were strong enough to linger that long. The boys are still so small that the magic she used was weak so as not to interfear with their development."

"Blaise did you get any security spells put on Uri's engagement ring?" Ron asked.

Blaise looked at all of them for a moment or two. "They can do that?"

"With rings over a certain value the jeweler should automatically offer to put those spells on the ring," Draco told him.

"I wasn't exactly concerned with losing it," Blaise threw his arms up clearly not aware of engagement ring protocol. "I was more worried about getting it on her finger after she had agreed to marry me."

Draco took a deep breath his hand rubbing his chest. "You three keep trying to puzzle it out, Emily needs someone right now and she is not relenting."

"How do you know that?" Kingsley wondered.

"Ginny and I gave Emily a necklace for her last birthday that has a special charm on it," Draco told him, starting to understand. "All she needs to do is touch it and Ginny and I both get a warming sensation over our hearts that tell us she needs us."

Kingsley quickly began to open maps as the boys performed spells to make his desk grow a little.

"We need that necklace." Kingsley told Draco. "If we can get it I can copy the charm you used and alter it a little to fit Ginny's thoughts of Draco, or Emily, or any of her family we can get a magical signature from. Then Draco puts the necklace on and Ginny's thoughts will lead us to them."

"Getting that necklace will be impossible," Draco sighed. "Ever since Ginny has been gone Emily doesn't take it off. She thinks the more she wears it and thinks of Ginny the faster she will come home. If I tell her I need it she is going to ask why, if anyone tries to take it from her she is going to have a fit, how do we do it?"

"Let me try," Blaise laid a hand on his friends arm. "I have an idea."

"Hurry Blaise," Draco told him firmly. "We don't have time for your theatrical nature."

Blaise simply nodded and apparated back to the safe house, quietly entering Emily's room where the little girl was sitting up in bed.

"Oh...it's you Uncle Blaise," Emily looked crestfallen.

"You're not happy to see me?" Blaise pretended to be hurt.

"No," Emily tried to reassure him. "I am, but I was expecting Daddy, or Mommy."

"I just came from your dad's office, he got called into work," Blaise lied coolly, feeling horrible for deceiving his niece.

"But I've been calling him," she held up her necklace.

"Maybe he'll be here soon if he just got the call," Blaise kept his mask in place.

Emily shook her head. "No, I've been calling him all night."

"Well he hasn't said a word about feeling it," Blaise was lying through his teeth at this point. "Usually when he feels you calling he rubs his heart and says your name, but he was just busy working when I saw him. Maybe your necklace isn't working."

Emily took the necklace off from around her neck. "Will you check Uncle Blaise?"

"Emily I can't take that necklace from you, it's special."

"Please," the little girl begged. "If something is wrong with it I want it fixed, or Mommy and Daddy might not know when I really need them."

She handed Blaise the necklace. "Are you sure Emily?"

She nodded her head vigorously, and Blaise leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "Why don't you go down to the kitchen Emily, I think Grandma Weasley has a treat for you."

The little girl hopped out of bed and took Blaise's hand. He walked her down to the kitchen where Molly was waiting for her with a big cup of hot coco. What Blaise and Molly hadn't told her was that a sleeping draft was it. Molly was becoming increasingly worried at Emily's lack of sleep, it wasn't good for a little girl who was just going on seven years old. A few sips and she was starting to nod off at the table so Blaise scooped her up and took her to the room Draco and Ginny had been staying in. Sometimes a familiar smell could be a great comfort, and Blaise thought the smell of Ginny's shampoo on her pillow or Draco's cologne on the sheets would help Emily cope with missing them a little more. Blaise kissed the little girl once more on the forehead before raising his wand and going right back to Kingsley's office.

Blaise held up the necklace. "I got it."

Draco looked a little surprised. "How did you get it?"

Blaise rubbed his eyes. "A few lies, some reverse psychology, and a splash of manipulation a little girl who you really love."

Ron clapped him on the shoulder. "Had to be done Blaise, one day when we can tell Emily about all this she'll understand and she'll love you more for it."

Blaise nodded. "This is just so hard for her; Molly said she has hardly been sleeping at all. I had to trick her into the kitchen so Molly could slip her a potion in her hot chocolate."

Kingsley took the necklace from Blaise. "Well then it's a good thing you did get this. The faster we can all sleep better, feel better, and get our lives back in order."

Kingsley set the necklace down and started to tinker with it using spells that only the minister and higher up officials were allowed to use because of their tracking ability. Too many people accessing them and the stalking of witches and wizards would be out of control. The three men watched while Kingsley worked, waving his wand this way and that speaking incantations that none of them were familiar with until he straightened after about twenty minutes.

He handed the necklace back to Draco who put it on.

"It should work in the same way the Four-Point Spell does except that instead of just pointing north it will give us coordinates. There are a lot of magical signatures in that heart right now, if Ginny thinks about anyone in this room, anyone at the safe house, or even Harry Potter the spell will lead us back to her." Kingsley explained.

"That's amazing," Draco was in awe, and feeling a little foolish they hadn't thought of it sooner.

"It's something Hermione has been working on for the Ministry," Kingsley told them.

"Go figure," Ron smiled, always amazed at how smart his wife was.

"Well as you know we're still searching for the last of Voldemort's faithful who didn't go down in the war, and Hermione concluded that if you could lock onto an object that already contained their magical signature, you could trace them by following the path it makes. Magic always leaves a trail, so we will just follow this one."

"Wait," Blaise stopped them all as it looked like they were going to leave. "We know Emily is safe with the Weasley's at the safe house."

"Yes, and while you were gone Ron and I popped over to check on Hermione and my mother. Healer Felton is keeping a close eye on them, and the whole hospital is on lock down, no one is allowed in or out no matter what and the wards will not be kind to those who try to get in."

A small pop was heard behind them and they turned to see a young woman with raven colored hair and piercing blue eyes.

Blaise walked forward and stretched his hand out to her. "Dr. Quincy you're just in time."

She shook Blaise's hand, and everyone else's in turn. "I was rather troubled to hear what you discovered. Harry Potter on the loose in his manic condition is dangerous to say the least. I should go back to the Hospital to make sure everyone there is-"

"No need," Kingsley cut her off. "Healer Felton has been most helpful, and the hospital is already on lock down. No one is getting in."

"Wonderful, I'll follow your lead then shall I Minister."

"Wait," Draco seemed to stop. "I feel something."

It was the same warming sensation only more intense, and with it coordinates popped up and hung in midair in silver numbers.

"Alright everyone," Ron spoke. "We are keeping this rescue small so I am the only Auror who will be on the scene, but be ready for anything."

If only they had been.

Their feet touched the floor and all of a sudden Ron had been hit with a spell in the back of the head, Kingsley quickly followed him to the ground. Blaise and Draco looked behind them to see Dr. Quincy pointing her wand at them.

"Drop your wands unless you want them dead," she advised. "All of this will go better if you two drop the wands now. After all, the Minister of Magic and your only Auror are out cold, and we wouldn't want Ginny and Uriel getting hurt now would we?"

Blaise and Draco exchanged a look and at the same time dropped their wands.

"Walk straight through that door and then down the hall to your left." she instructed wand still trained on them.

The boys did as they were told trying to take in as much of their surroundings as possible in case one of them could escape and come back with reinforcements. The building looked like a rundown old warehouse that they were sure was miles from where anyone would be able to hear screams or yelling from the occupants. Draco and Blaise finally entered a large room that was dark but seemed empty.

"What's going on, how could you do this?" Blaise asked as she made them sit in chairs and bound their hands and feet so they couldn't move.

"It is you who has been helping Harry Potter all this time, isn't it?" Draco asked as she stepped away.

She smiled cruelly at them. "Patience boys, you will get an explanation all in good time. I have to go finish rounding up our guests."

They heard her footsteps retreating to where Ron and Kingsley were and for the moment were left alone.

"How could we have let this happen?" Blaise wondered out loud. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"Don't beat yourself up Blaise, you met a medical professional you had no idea she was on Potter's side," Draco tried to assure him.

"That is because she wasn't" a familiar voice spoke from behind them as lights slowly came on around the large room.

Narcissa Malfoy was standing in front of them but instead of the blue grey eyes she passed onto her children, this Narcissa had green eyes.

"Potter," Draco spat with as much venom as he could muster.

"Yes, Malfoy," he spoke again from Narcissa's mouth. "Don't worry though this Polyjuice will only last for another few minutes. Honestly, I can't believe you didn't notice sooner, I could never get the Malfoy eye color right, no matter how hard I tried."

They lapsed into silence for a few minutes, Blaise and Draco watching as Narcissa faded away and Harry Potter stood before them once again.

"Well I feel better already," he smiled at them.

"Now tell us what you meant Potter," Blaise spoke.

"Well Flora Quincy was not always on my side, at first she was a credible medical professional. Being from the United States she had heard of me and was curious, and for the first few months at least she was able to stay an objective observer and listener. Then her humanity started to get the better of her as a clinical professional. She started to find herself siding with me, and disliking the people who had put this poor hero in a mental institution until he was found to be safe and sane by a jury who didn't even really know him. Soon Flora began to develop feelings for me, and one day, against her better judgement, she told me what they were. She had fallen in love with me and told me she would do anything to help me escape this horrible, and unjust sentence that had been forced upon me."

"You suck fucking bastard," Draco growled at him.

Harry smirked. "You have no idea Malfoy."

He snapped his fingers and a curtain behind him opened up. Draco and Blaise got to see Ginny and Uriel both being held by Lucius Malfoy's hand around their throats, for a moment. The boys called out to them and the girls locked eyes with them both before Flora Qunicy hit them in the back of the head and their worlds went black.

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Hello all my wonderful readers! I know it's been awhile since I posted and I hope you are happy with this chapter. I got the inspiration for Flora Quincy from Florence Nightingale, which is the syndrome that character is experiencing, and Harley Quinn my favorite fictional character who goes through the same thing. I am hoping that I will be finished with this book in another two chapters, conflict and resolution as it were. Also I have some good news, my best friend and I were talking and he gave me a great idea for another D/G HP story that can fit in the Me and Emily Universe so get ready for another book! Leave me a review to let me know what you think. Love to you all!