January 11

My ink pen did run out that night, but it's okay, because we were saved. Even though the ordeal is done with, I suppose I should write down all that happened. When I awoke next it was nightfall. I had slept two days from what I had learned. It was barely five in the evening. I looked up to find Jack standing in the doorway.

"Come on, Tom is impatient. He has made me wake you up. You have to help serve dinner." I nodded as he helped me up. "Here, take this Ginny. It's a potion to keep the throbbing down. And, you've got some crutches."

I nodded as he helped me drink the potion. My stomach protested but I kept it down. I dressed myself (obviously Jack had left the room). Jack helped me ease into the crutches and took me to the dinning hall. As we were walking I asked him "Where are you from?"

"The accent, it gave me away again, aye?" he asked. "Well, as a child I was raised on a fishing boat by my father. When I turned ten I got a letter to go to Hogwarts. This was about twenty years ago, Voldemort was in full power. But, my parents decided my education was very important. So they let me go. But, every summer I went back on that boat with my father. Even though I knew magic, I wanted to work in the Muggle world as a fish catcher, just like him. That's how I kept my accent. And how I got this tattoo. Joined the army for Britain I did," he said, lifting his right sleeve. I also got this piercing. There was an accident though, and my leg got all torn up. Now I walk with a slight limp. I couldn't be in the army any more though, so I went to work at my sister's Muggle hospital. I worked there for a few years, and then it was time for me to come back to the Wizarding world. And I think you know the rest." I did, though neither of us would say it out loud. He became a spy for the Order.

We came to Dining Hall. I crutched in, him following. The lights were bright and the men were drunk, I could tell. Many of them jeered as I walked into the room, but I was too preoccupied with walking with crutches to glare at them. I was given a pitcher of ale and hobbled around, serving it to men, whom grabbed my bottom or pulled me towards them. A few even found it humorous to trip me.

I was getting annoyed, when all of the sudden, the lights went out. I could see a storm outside, but these lights were magical, not Muggle. They didn't run off of electricity. This was magical work. My heart fluttered. The Order was coming to save us! I wanted to yell it out loud, but I tried to look as surprised as the others. A chair squeaked, and I saw a tall figure standing up.

"What is going on?" I heard a voice boom out. Tom. He was in here. A flash of lightning lit up the sky, and I could see tons of figures outside the windows in the rain. The Order. Unfortunately, Tom saw them as well.

"We're under attack!" he yelled. The next few moments were chaos. Men were screaming and chairs screeching. Many were falling over in the dark. Death Eaters grabbed for their wands and did multiple Lumos spells. I saw Lauren and Bailey, frozen with fear. There would be fighting, lots of it.

"Bailey, Lauren, run!" I yelled. It was as if my words woke everyone up. The Order attacked the room, shattering windows as they came inside. Death eaters and Order members were fighting head on. Spells flew everywhere, and I found myself dodging them as I tried to reach Bailey and Lauren. They were scared, and couldn't decide what to do. I had one train of thought. I had to keep them alive. I finally reached them.

"Come on!" I yelled. "Move or we're going to be killed!"

We began running, well, I was hobbling, towards the doors. I tried to crutch as fast as I could. Everything was moving so fast. I couldn't see who was winning in the chaos. We were going as fast as we could, Bailey and Lauren trying to help me, though there wasn't much they could do to make us move faster. Flashes of light from spells and lightning were all around, making everything a blur of confusion. I could see a circle of wizards and witches forming around more in the middle. We were trapped, I could tell. Trapped in the middle as a huge ring formed around us and many others. Was it the Order or the Death Eaters forming the circle? I was soon answered.

"Wait," said a voice. A hand grabbed my shirt and I was yanked back into a strong chest. A wand was pointed at my neck.

"Come any closer, Order, and your little Ginny Weasley will be dead."

It was Tom. I tried to squirm, but it was no use. Anyway, even if I could get away from him, I couldn't run.

I lifted up my crutch, intent on whacking him with it, but of course, he saw it and knocked both of them out from under me. Now, the only thing holding me upright on my broken leg was Tom.

A spell was said, and a light flicked on. Holding it was Dumbledore. I had never been so happy to see him. I saw next to him were Lauren and Bailey, at least they had gotten away safely. All around the Death Eaters were a circle of Order members, each with their wands pointed.

"Drop your weapons," Tom said to them.

They each lowered their wands one by one to the floor and stood back up.

"Stop it! Don't do it!" I yelled at them.

"Shut up girl!" Tom hit me across the head. My vision became temporarily blurry as spots dotted across it.

"Now…" I drowned out Tom's talking. I knew he was just gloating in the moment of his upper handedness. I had to get him somehow. Attack him. I was the only one that could. But how? I thought of everything Tom had told me in the Chamber of Secrets. He had grown up on the streets without magic. He always carried a knife with him, he had told me that. I remembered, even after he began going to Hogwarts, he carried a knife in his back pocket. Old habits died hard. My right arm, which was at my side, moved ever so slowly towards his backside. He was gloating and basking in the moment. I reached as far as I could for his back pocket. I laid my hand on it, only for nothing to be there. What the?

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking down at me.

"Sorry, Ginny, one step ahead of ya," I heard Jack say. A knife flashed into my sight and Tom dropped to the ground. Of course, I did too. His wand rolled away from his hand and a bruise was forming on his head from where Jack had hit him with the hilt of Tom's knife.

I smiled, but winced as I crumpled onto my broken leg. "Thanks," I said.

"Surrender death eaters! The Order has you surrounded." shouted Dumbledore. I smiled as they dropped their wands and held their hands above their heads like Muggle criminals.

"Ginny!" a voice yelled. My heart fluttered and my breath became short. I turned and saw Draco running towards me, bearing battle scars. He grabbed me into a tight hug, picking me up off of the ground.

"Draco," I whispered, crying.

"Come on, we're going home."

He lifted me into his arms and carried me towards the Order. I hugged Lauren and Bailey. Draco apparrated the four of us to the Burrow.

It's been two weeks since then. Now I'm sitting at the Burrow, letting my leg heal. Hogwarts has been temporarily closed after the incident, seeing as one of their students was kidnapped off of the grounds. It's going to reopen in a few days. All of my brothers are here, along with my parents, Harry, Hermione, Lauren, Bailey, and Jack. Lauren and Jack are together now, and they are very happy. Lauren is due to have her baby in another week. Madame Promfey had healed my leg. In the fighting, surprisingly, no one had died. The Order had formed a very meticulous plan and put spells on themselves to block out most spells. My parents had practically adopted Draco, and he lives with us now, during summer and other holidays, until he turns eighteen. Surprisingly, most of my brothers were okay with it. Except Ron, of course. Ron glares at him whenever he can, and if he finds us alone together he has a fit. We try to behave, most of the time. When Draco had found out about Tom Riddle, and how he beat me and tried to make me have sex with him, he flipped. Well, so did Ron. And just about everyone else that I knew. But, he and Ron flipped the most. And my dad. And now, the three have found a common ground. Being very, very, overprotective of me. It's quite annoying sometimes, even if it's cute.

Ron and Hermione are now finally together. And, for some odd reason, Harry has taken a liking to Bailey. And she to him. Now they were always together, like brother and sister.

And Draco. He is…amazing. Draco is sitting on the porch swing with me, and I'm lying in his arms and looking at the sun shining, rain clouds not too far off, writing this. He's never asked to read it. He knows now to give me my privacy. Everything is peaceful as he's stroking my hair. I still have a few scars and bruises from when Tom beat me, but Draco kissed them all away. And Tom sits in Azkaban, along with the other Death Eaters, where they can not hurt me or my loved ones ever again.

But, of course, not everything stays peaceful for very long. I just heard Lauren screaming.

"What is it?" asked Jack, running out to her from the house. I sat up and looked at her.

"My water broke," she said. "I'm having the baby."

I shut my eyes and breathed in my last scent of calmness in the moments of surprised silence.

"To the hospital, now! Get me some ice and some sheets. Everyone gets in the car…" my mother's voice started commanding. I opened my eyes and looked at Draco. We both smiled. Well, chaos here we come.

End