Restricted From Her Life

Chapter 11

Searching For Weasleys

G.P.O.V.

In my whole life I had never been more mad! I ran out of the house and wasn't even paying attention to where I was going. All I knew was I wanted to cause him as much pain as he had caused me!

I was about ten kilometers from town when Jasper caught up with me.

"Ginny, stop!" he pleaded.

Upset as I was at Carlisle, Jasper had been there for me, helping to try and keep me calm. I owed it to him to stop. "WHAT?" I asked, sounding pissed off.

Clearly still feeling my anger, he took a passive approach as he came closer. "Don't go to town. If you take a human life, you'll never forgive yourself."

"You've done it and you live with yourself," I pointed out.

"I'm not you. I don't remember being human as well as you do," he countered.

"You think I'm not strong? Did you know that the first time I killed more than a bug I was eleven, and they were chickens? That same year I set a monster loose on my schoolmates, almost killing two friends in the process."

"It's more than that; the others, who have never tasted human blood, have an easier time. Their bloodlust is not as strong in them as for those of us who have. If you want to kill, let's find a bear or something that will put up a good fight so you can work out some of the energy you have pent up. Humans are really very boring and there is no fight in them, really." He reached out to take my hand.

I reached out and placed it in his as a sob escaped. "It hurts so much," I muttered.

He pulled me down beside him to sit on a fallen log, wrapped his arm around me, and kissed the top of my head. "I know, darlin'; I feel everything you do." He held me as I cried tears that would never fall. After an hour or so, he spoke again, "Tell me about your life. Really tell me."

I began to talk, and for the first time in almost two and a half years, I began to really open up about my family, my life, even Harry. I didn't omit any names and I talked more about what little I knew of the war. I told him about the three times I faced Death Eaters. Before I knew it, it was dawn.

Jasper looked at me; he was clearly surprised. "You were only a child!" That was all he could say!

When we arrived back at the house, the mood had changed. Only Edward and Alice were there. As soon as we entered the house, Alice moved towards Jasper and he placed his arm around her. I noted how natural it was for the two of them, almost as if they never even thought about the action!

It made me feel out of place. "I'm going to change." I excused myself and returned to Carlisle's room, but I could hear them talking.

"Carlisle left. I don't know how long he will be gone for. He's hurting, so Jacob went with him to help him," Alice said to Jasper.

C.P.O.V.

Jacob had taken one of the photos out of the album that Ginny had for Chrissy. It was a group shot of a happy family on Ginny's brother's wedding day. To this day, she had never said her family name, so we had our work cut out for us. Alice had called ahead and booked hotel rooms for us in London.

It was odd returning to the city of my birth over 350 years later. I noted that, like Rome, you could literally smell the history in the city. Jacob was like a small child as we took a cab from the airport to the hotel. He watched the sights in awe as we passed them, making comments about London Bridge and Buckingham Palace.

After years of traveling with other vampires, his excitement was refreshing. About five minutes before we arrived at our hotel, he pointed out a slightly out of place pub to me, but we both remained quiet about our thoughts on it.

"Ginny told me that Muggles couldn't see it, so that can't be the place," Jacob said once we were in our hotel room.

I chuckled at him. "I hate to tell you this, but you're not exactly a Muggle. You are a mystic creature, as am I. That very well could have been it. It's a reasonable place to start. You feel like going for a bite to eat?"

With Jacob, those were the magic words. He was on his feet in a second. "Yes, man! Whoever said that small amount of food they served on the plane was a meal doesn't know food!" He had, in fact, eaten my meal as well as his own.

As we left, I warned him, "The food might not be what you're used to."

He shrugged. "As long as there's more than a cup, and it's not dead rabbit."

An hour later, we went back to the quirky place, and we knew the minute we walked in we had found a good place to begin our search. It would have been hard to miss the fact that tables were clearing themselves. We followed a young lady through a gateway to what was called Diagon Alley.

"Doc Fang, now what? Do we just watch for someone from the picture?"

"Not quite. Walk around and listen to what people are saying. We need to find out if the war is over."

"Why didn't you call your Rome friends?" he asked.

I sighed. "Jacob, Ginny is a witch. The Volturi might not be happy with me over this," I tried to gently explain to him. He saw red. "Calm down! If you phase here, we will have mass panic on our hands. Nessie will be fine. I didn't break any laws. It's just that I seem to collect potential family who have extra powers and it makes them nervous. They fear losing control. I will tell them about Ginny once she is calmer and more controllable."

What we saw was clearly life proceeding normally. People weren't running around in fear; they were relaxed.

"I think we need to poke around." I spotted a snow-white building with a sign, 'Gringotts' Wizarding Bank.' "Let's head there. I'm not sure what they're using for money, but I'm positive it's not anything from North America. And if there's anything war related happening, the bank would be the best place to hear it."

As we waited to be served, we both listened. I stood in line and Jacob remained over to the one side, on alert for information. I converted a few hundred dollars into wizard gold, then returned to Jacob.

"What the hell are they?" He looked at the many employees of the bank.

"They're goblins, and they're extremely clever. They know what I am."

As we were about to leave, a human male and a goblin walked past us. "Yes, it took longer than I would have guessed, but I finally broke the last of the curses on the Goyle vault," the human, whom I didn't get a clear look at, said. He had glanced at Jacob and nodded.

Jacob, in turn, stared at the man. "Come on. I didn't hear anything in here." I said.

Jacob continued to watch the man. "There's something about him, Doc."

I glanced at the human again. "I think it's just the red hair."

"No, it's in my bones, like instinct."

"Maybe he's a real werewolf?" I wondered.

Jacob raised his eyebrows for a second. "I thought your friend from Rome had them all killed."

"All the, as Ginny would say, Muggle-borns, yes. But understand, these people are far more dangerous to us than a normal Muggle. There really are werewolves left, but for the most part they're magical. They have no time when they're as weak as a normal human," I explained.

"I guess he could be a werewolf, but something's not right; like he's not one of us."

"Well, he's not. If he is a werewolf, he's not the same as you. A wolf is just the form you take," I reminded him.

Jacob shrugged it off and we headed back outside. A couple of hours later, Jacob stopped and was looking in a store window at a little creature. As I came closer to him, he said, "Nessie would love one of those."

I glanced at the pink fur ball on display. However, at the same moment something else caught my eye; a flyer in the bottom corner of the window:

Have You Seen This Witch?

If you have any information about this

witch's whereabouts, please contact George Weasley inside.

The poster had a photo of Ginny under the question. I pointed at this and Jacob's eyebrows shot up. He went to run into the store, but I held him back. "We need to be careful. This could be a trick. Let's go in and make like we're just looking around." So we headed in. I knew instantly both Chrissy and Nessie would love being in this shop. It was not overly busy, but there was product flying around the place and laughter could be heard from everywhere. Over in the corner at a service desk I saw a young man from the photo of Ginny's family. I pointed him out to Jacob. We decided he would be the first to make contact.

I watched and listened as Jacob walked over to the man.

"Excuse me," he smiled, "Are you one George Weasley?"

"Yes," the young man smiled back. I noticed he had Ginny's jaw line.

Jacob reached into his back pocket and pulled out the photo. "I know where Ginny is."

"What?" George exclaimed.

Jacob showed him the picture. "She's with some friends of mine, I guess you could say."

I laughed to myself, for I knew that if Alice had been able to tell Jacob that he would be calling my family that three years ago, he never would have believed her.

"Sorry, everybody! The shop is closing for the day!" the redhead announced. "This better not be a joke," he said to Jacob.

"I promise; no joke," he confirmed.

George turned towards the door and started ushering people out. He looked my way. "Buddy, I said we're-"

"He's with me," Jacob interrupted as I moved towards him.

A/N- Penny for your thoughts... Please let me know what you think, the only way that I can make any story better is if you tell me what you like!