A man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he cannot answer, and attempting a task he cannot achieve. -Oliver Wendell Holmes

Roxanne looked up from the destroyed bed she and Viorel had taken over and waited a couple of seconds before Ginny Weasley finally opened the door to Bill's old room, looking disgruntled.

"They kicked you out ten minutes ago, what took you so long?" she asked curiously as she tossed aside a large piece of wood that had been digging into her skin. It didn't hurt, but she did not like where it was in the middle of the debris.

Ginny bit her lip.

"I thought you weren't allowed to eavesdrop on war matters?"

Roxanne shrugged, shoving another piece of wood to the side of the makeshift nest.

"I wasn't eavesdropping," she said as she moved to the other side of the room and stared at the work she had done. "Dumbledore opened the door and I wanted to know why… does that look like a mockingbird's nest or a squirrel's?"

Ginny hesitated, unsure of what the question meant.

"What?"

Roxanne looked over at the much younger woman and her dead eyes widened a bit.

"Oh, sorry, right… you… um… why'd they kick you out?" she muttered, her eyes constantly moving between Ginny and the monstrosity of a sleeping place she had created.

The redhead frowned, but said nothing about the unusual behavior.

"Uh… they wanted to speak to Harry… alone," she muttered, sitting down in the only chair that wasn't ruined. "I don't know what's going to happen… Ron and Hermione are missing along with Hermione's muggle friend…"

Roxanne glided over to where Ginny sat and kneeled down before her, taking Ginny's hands in her icy ones.

"Your heart rate has been accelerating since you and Harry stopped snogging," she whispered, a small smile appearing on her gorgeous face when Ginny's cheeks turned red. "Just because I can't eavesdrop, doesn't mean I can't keep tabs on everyone's health…"

Ginny sighed.

"I… I'm worried Harry's going to leave… again," she whispered. "He wants to finish this war and with Ron and Hermione gone… and with me back here… he'll do anything to make that go faster."

"You think he'll get himself killed?" Roxanne asked, tilting her head to the side.

She shook her head.

"No… I'm afraid he'll kill Voldemort and then go into hiding," Ginny muttered.

Roxanne was about to reply to that comment when she turned and stared at the bed. Her black eyes narrowed and she stood up, walking over to it. She dug her fingers into a splintered poster and pulled it out of the mess. She snapped it like a twig into two pieces and planted those pieces at the head of the nest-like structure. Ginny watched her as she continuously rearranged the room.

"Roxy, what are you-"

"Ginny!"

Ginny turned to look at the door while Roxanne continued to shift things around. Biting her lip, she stood up and went to the door, opening it and leaning out into the hallway.

"What?!"

"Come down here!"

Sighing, she shut the door behind her, leaving Roxanne to her unusual behavior to go downstairs where Luna and Neville were also standing.

"What?" she asked.

Neville pointed to the kitchen.

"Harry needs to speak to you."

Ginny frowned looked from her two friends before nodding and going into kitchen. Dumbledore, Remus and Moody were standing there with Harry, looking incredibly grave. Ginny suddenly felt self-conscious and she ran a hand through her hair as she chewed on her bottom lip, fear gripping her spine with a cold, unnerving sensation.

"Um… am I in trouble?" she asked hesitantly, glancing over at Harry, who seemed to desperately want to be alone with her at the moment.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"No, Ms. Weasley, you are not in trouble," he said slowly, beckoning for her to sit down at the table.

Ginny obliged and sat down at the kitchen table. Harry joined her, offering no explanation as to what was going on.

"What's going on?" she asked. When no one answered, she turned to Harry, trying to catch his eyes. "Harry…"

Remus coughed.

"Ginny, we're going to be taking Harry out of here tonight," he told her.

Ginny froze.

"What?"

Remus sighed.

"You know about Ron's Death Mark, right?"

"Yes…"

"Then you'll understand that the Mark can be traced?"

Ginny's eyes widened in sudden and angering realization.

"YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE?!" she shrieked, standing up. Harry grabbed her arm and yanked her back down in her seat.

"Ginny, shut it," he snapped quickly. "Listen to him."

Harry's sudden irritability stunned her into silence and her lips formed a thin pale line while her eyes narrowed.

"Ginny," Remus whispered, gaining back her attention. "Ginny, we don't have much time to explain what's going on. You just need to know is that we have forty-eight hours to find Ron, Hermione and Curtis… at the most seventy-two. Harry needs to be ready to fight Voldemort and he can't do that here."

Ginny looked around.

"Then why are you telling me?"

"Because I didn't want to leave without you knowing," Harry muttered, not looking at her as she turned to look at him.

"What?" Ginny asked.

"I didn't want to leave-"

"No, I heard that," she snapped, glaring at him. "You called a group meeting to say goodbye?"

Harry's eyes grew and he looked up at her.

"What? No, that's not-"

Ginny stood up.

"Look, Harry," she hissed. "If you want to say goodbye to me before you leave, then you can find me. You don't need to bring your bodyguards along."

"Ginny," Remus snapped warningly.

She turned to face the three older men.

"I'm not five years old," she said angrily. "I may be sixteen years old, but I think I've gone through enough crap to deserve a little bit of respect." She turned to Harry. "I'll talk to you later."

With that said, she stormed out of the kitchen. Moody glanced over at Harry.

"I think that went well."

Hermione did not know how much time had passed since Curtis had stopped talking and it was driving her absolutely crazy. Every nerve in her body was on fire with pain, but her hands and legs were bound magically, making it close to impossible for her to move. The crate she was in was still maintaining an unbearable level of cold and the occasional bumps made it hard for her to concentrate on surviving.

She had traveled in and out of consciousness for a while after she had spent at least an hour crying. Now she just lay on her side, unable to move for fear of pain. Her mind traveled to where ever it chose as the same low drumming noise blocked out most of what was going on outside of the box. The noise indicated that they were still moving…

Why were they still moving?

Biting her lip, she tried to roll over onto her back, ignoring the excruciating pain that sliced its way up her back. She let out a strangled cry of pain before she finally got onto her back. Her chest constricted, suffocating her momentarily before her airways opened and a huge flush of air flooded her lungs, hurting her more. She rested her bonded hands on her stomach before she closed her eyes and tried to remain conscious.

"Hermione?" came a weak voice.

Her eyes popped open and she turned her head to the left of her, where the voice was coming from.

"Curtis?"

"Yeah… I think I passed out on you… sorry," he whispered.

Hermione sighed.

"It's okay… I'm just glad you're okay… I thought…" she trailed off.

"You thought what?" Curtis asked.

Hermione closed her eyes.

"Never mind…" she muttered.

There was a momentary silence before Curtis spoke.

"What's going to happen to us, Hermione?"

"What?"

She heard him let out a painful groan.

"What's going to happen to us?"

What's going to happen to us?

That was a question Hermione had tried not to think about for the longest time. She knew the way Bellatrix Lestrange worked. She knew what would happen to them.

What would happen to Curtis…

"I'm going to die, aren't I?" he asked at her foreboding silence.

Once again, tears began to fill her eyes and she tried to stop them.

"Curtis, nothing's going to happen to us," she murmured. "They're going to find us and we'll be okay…"

"You don't sound to convincing."

"I'm in pain."

"You're lying."

"Curtis-"

"I'm not stupid, Hermione," she heard him whisper with a shaky, fear-ridden voice. "I saw the way that lady looked at me…"

Hermione frowned.

"You were unconscious when they captured us," she muttered.

Curtis coughed a little before replying.

"I woke up a bit after that… we were in a building… I saw her… I saw the way she looked at me… I heard what she said about me… I'm not stupid Hermione… I'm going to die…"

Hermione released a sob before biting her lip.

"We're going to get out of here before anything happens," she told him. "You're not going to die."

"Hermione, please don't lie to me… I hate it when you lie to me…"

She did not respond. Instead, she struggled to roll over on her stomach and after a couple of seconds of intense heaving, she threw up.

"Hermione? Are you okay?" Curtis asked urgently. "Hermione-"

"I'm fine," she gasped before feeling nauseous again. "Just give me a moment." She coughed a few times before she began retching again. She continued to do that until her stomach was completely empty before she returned to lying pitifully on her back, trembling violently as she tried to gain control of her faculties.

"You're sick… Hermione, you need to rest."

"Right, because I've been exercising like crazy in this crate," she muttered bitterly.

"You've been worrying about Ron and I. You need to sleep."

"I can't… I'm too cold and I'm in pain and I'm afraid that if I do…"

"You won't wake up?"

She closed her eyes and tried to think of anything but the previous conversation and the appalling stench that was filling her crate. Curtis didn't press her so they remained silent for a while, listening to the drumming and feeling the movements of whatever was carrying them.

"What's going on?"

Hermione nearly rolled over into the waste she had just gotten rid of out of shock. She opened her eyes and turned her head to the right.

"Hello?"

"Hermione?" Curtis muttered.

"Where am I?"

Hermione frowned.

"Is someone there?" she asked.

"Hermione, is there some else there?" he asked.

Hermione bit her lip.

"Curtis, wait a moment… someone else is beside me… it could be Ron…"

"Okay."

Hermione turned to her right and took a deep breath before she spoke.

"Who is this?" she asked.

"What the hell's going on? Where am I?"

Disappointment and mild panic filled Hermione instantly.

It wasn't Ron.

Where was he?

"Try not to panic," she told the person. "It won't help."

"What? What's going on?"

"You've been captured… what's your name?"

"I… I'm-"

She heard a hacking cough and then something splatter. Hermione felt her stomach churn and finally understood what Curtis had been going through when she had thrown up. She waited patiently until the man stopped.

"Sorry," he rasped.

"It's okay… you're not the first."

"Oh… My name… I'm Patrick… Patrick Dunham…"

Hermione's eyes widened.

"Patrick? Oh my God, Patrick," she gasped. "Is Charlotte okay?"

The man seemed pretty confused and scared by the question.

"Charlotte… how the hell do you know about my sister? What's going on?

"It's me… Hermione… I'm the girl you helped a couple of months ago, with Neville and Luna," she whispered.

"Hermione, who is it?" Curtis asked. "Who are you talking to?"

Hermione was going to turn her head to the left, but thought better of it when the rancid stench of her vomit forced her to reconsider and she closed her eyes.

"It's Patrick Dunham… the man who helped me get out of England," she said.

"Hermione?! Hermione, what are you doing? What the hell is going on? Where's Charlotte?" Patrick interrupted, panic evident in his voice.

Hermione could feel the same panic growing in her again and she tried to control it.

"Patrick, you need to calm down," she pleaded. "We can't afford to panic."

"What's going on?!"

The intensity of his question frightened her and for a few minutes she was unable to speak as she tried to calm herself down. She needed to control her heart… she needed to stay alive.

"Patrick, please," she breathed out. "You need to stay calm. Please…"

There was another pause before Patrick spoke again.

"Where's my sister?"

"I don't know."

"Hermione, what's going on?"

"He's asking for his sister," she replied to Curtis.

"Who are you talking to?" Patrick asked.

Whatever they were in was bumped and she let out a cry of pain when her legs were pushed up against the walls of the crate.

"Hermione? Hermione, are you okay?"

She held her breath for a moment, the smell of her vomit filling up the entire box.

"I'm fine… Patrick… do you remember what happened before this?" she asked.

"I… I don't know… I remember going to the hotel," he whispered weakly. "Charlotte was talking to her boss… then…"

"Then?"

"There was an explosion… oh my God… she's dead…"

Hermione's eyes widened and she turned her head to the right and painfully pressed her hands to the side of the crate.

"Patrick, you shouldn't say that… you don't know what happened-"

"No… I saw her… she's dead…"

"Patrick, please, you need to stay calm… you can't say that-"

"I saw her fly into a metal pole, Hermione! She's DEAD!"

Hermione let out a heart wracking sob as pain and hysteria flooded her entire being. It was excruciating. It was unbearable. It was real.

"Hermione! Hermione, what's going on? Hermione talk to me!" Curtis yelped fearfully. "Hermione!"

Hermione couldn't speak.

She wanted to get out.

The walls were closing in on her, the stench was getting worse and every nerve-ending in her body was literally being tossed into a place where there was screaming and gnashing of teeth.

"Hermione!" Curtis begged. "Tell me what's wrong!"

She was shrieking and that only made things worse, but she couldn't stop herself.

That's when the boxes started to quake violently; tossing them around like twigs and making the intensity of the pain accelerate tremendously. Hermione could suddenly hear many more people screaming than she thought were even in their vicinity. It was as if there were people all over the place.

Then just as quickly as it started, it stopped.

Everything stopped.

The movement.

The drumming noise.

The screaming.

But not the pain.

The pain increased.

For a moment, all they could hear was the wind blowing through the slits in the crates and then they heard people moving around outside.

"How long do we have to be here? It's freezing," someone grumbled.

"We have to stay here until Bellatrix comes back with the Dark Lord," a man responded bitterly.

"Why'd we have to transport them in a carriage?"

"Because Bellatrix didn't want us touching them and this was the only way she could assure we didn't."

"Why would we want to touch them?"

"Who knows… look, someone's coming."

Hermione could hear more movement as someone approached the crate. She heard another set of footprints coming from the side of the carriage they were in and strained to hear what was going on.

"Open them."

"Why? They don't deserve-"

"Avada Kerdava!"

There was a thump.

"Anyone else?" There was a momentary silence before the person spoke again. "Open them!"

There was a wheezing noise before the front of the crate opened magically and light flooded through. It took Hermione a second to get used to the light before she turned her head up to look out into a frozen waste land.

"Ugh! It smells horrible! Some of these shitbloods have puked in their crates," someone growled. "I'm not cleaning that up."

The captives could hear someone move around in the snow outside of the crates.

"Don't bother cleaning it up," came an emotionless woman's voice. "They deserve to wallow in their own bodily waste."

"Disgusting," someone else spat.

Hermione bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming out in pain as the cold air began to constrict her.

"They're not moving."

"Are they dead?" the woman asked with genuine curiosity.

"No. Just scared shitless… ugh, that smell is rancid," a man gagged.

Hermione, Curtis, Patrick and whoever else was conscious could hear their captors moving around in the snow, crunching the icy substance beneath their boots as they examined whatever they were in.

"Some of them must have died. That smell is too bad for something to be living," another commented.

"There were nine to begin with and all of them were injured when going in there. It's probably just blood," the first man muttered.

"How many are still alive?" the woman asked coldly.

"Seven," came the chilling response. "A muggle and a mudblood lover died on the way."

She couldn't help it.

The strain that had been on her and the fear that had been piling up inside of her was too much to handle anymore and the words that had entered her crate had snapped her.

She let out a piercing sob before painfully stuffing her bloody bonded fist in her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

"What the hell was that?"

"It came from that crate."

Hermione heard someone approach her box and a moment later she let out a shriek when that person grabbed the bonds around her wrists and yanked her forcefully out of the crate, letting her fall to a crumpled heap in the snow. She immediately began quaking uncontrollably, her teeth chattering and her eyes bulging as the power of the cold began to sink into her.

She caught sight of the person who had grabbed her; a tall, hulking man with hateful brown eyes and a smirk saved only for those in her situation.

"Hermione Granger," the man spat. "She's Potter's friend right? Pretty thing."

"She's a mudblood," another man said in disgust.

The first person rolled his eyes and kicked her over onto her back, making her scream when his boot came in contact with her now broken ribs.

"I know that, you idiot. I just want to teach her a lesson," he growled before poking Hermione again with his foot and making her cry out again.

"Leave her alone!" Hermione heard Curtis scream from his crate.

The man whipped out his wand and was about to point it to Curtis's crate when another Death Eater stopped him, shoving his hand away from the crates.

"You kill the rest of them and Bellatrix will kill you," he hissed.

"That blood muggle-"

"Who cares what he said, Trent? He's going to die anyway so leave him alone."

The woman, who Hermione recognized to be Narcissa Malfoy, pulled a face and stepped around the men to get a better look at Hermione.

"She's not that pretty, the little bitch," she murmured evenly.

As they began to talk about what they should do to Hermione, she started looking around.

They were in the Forbidden Forest, she knew that much. Where in the Forbidden Forest, she did not know. She knew you could not access the forest without using the train, which was not in the possession of Voldemort at the moment.

So the Death Eaters must have taken them to Hogsmeade first and then taken them out to where ever they were.

But why?

She looked back towards the carriage and up to see nine full-sized crates on the back of the wagon. All of them were open. She caught sight of an arm or a leg sticking out, but other than that, she could not see anything from her place on the ground.

"What the hell is she doing out of her crate?"

All of them turned to see Bellatrix Lestrange walking towards them through the snow. Behind her were six others, five of which didn't seem to mind seeing Hermione on the ground. The other did.

"Hermione! Oh my God, what the hell did you do to her?!"

Ron?

She wanted to turn to see him, but her body had gone numb extremely quickly and she was no longer able to control anything. She could hear Ron struggling against his captors, but he was being held back and that only added to her hysteria.

She wanted to see him.

She wanted to know that he was really alive.

"LET GO OF ME!"

"Cru-"

"Avada Kerdava!"

There was a flash of green light and then she heard something fall to the ground. She could feel herself crying, but wasn't really sure if it was just her imagination or not until she felt someone fall down beside her and turn her head to face them.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Ron asked frantically, clutching her face in his bonded hands. "What happened-"

He was suddenly yanked out of her view and for a moment she thought he was dead, but then she heard him swearing furiously as Bellatrix approached Hermione and looked down at her.

"My, my, this is interesting. A mudblood popsicle," she commented before looking over at one of the men who had transported the crates. "Get them out of their crates and into the clearing. Voldemort wants to expedite the process so we must move quickly."

"Are we going to kill them?" one asked hopefully.

Bellatrix glanced over at Ron, who was glaring loathingly at her.

"We'll kill those who deserve to die."

Remus watched Harry quietly as he placed his backpack down in the kitchen.

"You're ready?" he asked the young man.

Harry looked up from rummaging through his backpack and his eyes clouded over.

"I don't know…" he muttered before shrugging and looking back down at his backpack. "This is something you all have been planning for the past seventeen years… and all I have are a couple of days… maybe not even that."

Remus stared at Harry for a while, his mind going over that past seventeen years.

He had lost his two best friends…

He had seen men and women die…

He had seen Harry fall apart countless times…

He wanted this to be over just as badly as Harry did.

"You need to be prepared, Harry," he whispered.

Harry snorted.

"Right… because I have to save the wizarding world," he replied.

"I hope you weren't planning on saving it by yourself."

Harry and Remus looked over to the kitchen door to see Luna and Neville standing there, offering wane smiles as they set down their own backpacks.

"You don't have to face Voldemort alone, Harry," Luna whispered before glancing over to Neville. "Besides," she added. "Neville's been getting a bit antsy. I think he wants to see some action."

Harry glanced over at Remus before shrugging.

"Well, we can't keep Neville locked up for long, I suppose," he muttered.

Luna smiled and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly.

"It's going to be okay, Harry," she whispered before holding him out at arms length. "Your parents would be so proud of you."

Harry felt his heart constrict painfully and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep them from seeing his tears.

"I hope you're right," he replied.

Neville snorted.

"She bloody well be right," he grumbled. "I'm going to be losing a lot of sleep because of this."

Luna and Remus laughed, but that soon ended when there were four loud cracks. They turned to see Dumbledore, Moody, Snape and Tonks standing there, ready for action.

"Are you ready?" Dumbledore asked before noticing Luna and Neville. "Ah… I see we will be having company."

Neville and Luna stood firmly in place.

"We want to help Harry," Neville told them.

Dumbledore nodded before turning to Harry.

"Are you ready?" he asked calmly.

The young man nodded but the all noticed something darkening in Harry's eyes. Luna bit her lip and glanced over at Neville before turning to Harry.

"Harry," she whispered. "She's out in the hallway… she's waiting for you…"

"Albus, we don't have much time," Moody whispered, not having heard Luna's words. "We have a very short window of opportunity to get Harry out of here before it all goes to hell."

Harry turned to Dumbledore, urgency suddenly overriding his facial features.

"Can I say goodbye?" he asked quickly. "Please?"

Moody shook his head.

"Albus, we have to go-"

Dumbledore turned to Moody.

"Alastor, I think we can afford a few minutes so that Harry can have some time to say goodbye," he said before turning to Harry and nodding.

Harry mouthed a thank you before he walked out of the kitchen, where Ginny was. She had her back against the wall, her eyes on the ceiling. Harry stared at her for a moment before looking down at his hands.

"Dumbledore was telling me that there was going to be a graduation ball this year," he whispered. "I was thinking… that when I came back… you could come with me?"

Ginny continued to stare at the ceiling.

"When I come back?" she repeated. "That's such an interesting statement."

"Ginny-"

She pulled away from the wall and turned to face him, biting her lip.

"Harry," she cut in, tilting her head to the side and examining him with such an obvious love that it hurt him. It seemed as if she was going to tell him something important, but then she bit her lip and pointed behind her. "I've got to wake up early tomorrow morning… mum's going to be pissed and… people are going to start dying… and you're going to be gone…"

Harry moved towards her, but she stopped him and shook her head.

"Harry…" she whispered. "It'd be better if you just left…"

Harry stared at her for a moment before he held up a finger for her to wait and disappeared into the kitchen briefly before he reappeared and held out a small hand mirror.

"Take it," he whispered.

"What is it?" she asked, holding it up so she could see.

"It's a way for us to stay in contact," he replied. "I'll keep you updated for as long as possible."

Ginny nodded before looking down at her hands and shrugging.

"I'll see you later."

He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"You make it sound as if I'm coming back," he commented.

Ginny closed her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest, holding herself together.

"You better be," she murmured. "I don't think I can handle another funeral."

Harry nodded and backed up towards the kitchen door.

"I'll see you later then," he whispered.

Ginny smiled and started to walk back up the stairs when Harry's voice stopped her.

"Hey."

Ginny turned slightly and looked down at him.

"What?"

He smiled up at her and winked.

"Sweet dreams, love," he said softly.

Ginny's heart literally melted away and a warm feeling swept over her in that moment and she nodded silently, unable to tear her eyes away from him.

Sweet dreams, love…

"Sweet dreams, love," she murmured unintentionally, making Harry smile a little at her amazement. When she realized that she'd said it aloud, her face went red and she lowered her eyes, smiling as well when she heard a chuckle escape Harry's lips. "Thank you, Harry…"

"You're welcome," he replied quietly.

She nodded a little before continuing on up the stairs. Harry watched her go before he went into the kitchen where the others were waiting for him.

"Okay… I'm ready…"

A/N: Hey guys! So yeah, this was a very interesting chapter. I'm sorry it's not as exciting as you guys would like it to be, but trust me it's going to start picking up. I know a few of you were freaking out about Ron, so I decided to bring him back before everything really started. Stick with me, I'm trying the best I can to get this story right. I still don't know how I'm going to end it, so as for who's going to die, I have absolutely no idea. I guess that will happen when it happens.

Jenny: True, he is an innocent muggle. I'm happy they were able to get themselves together before he left also. I loved the last scene. It made me smile, which is actually something I don't do a lot when I write my stories, so that's pretty cool.

mgmve2008: I'm sorry it wasn't as exciting as you would have liked, but I hope you still enjoyed it. I think the H/G moments in this story are actually my favorite because they're so revealing. Don't get me wrong, R/Hr are my favorite pairing, but let's be honest, they don't have as many sweet moments as Harry and Ginny do. Ugh! I would hate to be claustrophobic in that situation! It would suck so much.

Nextbestthing: Thanks! I appreciate what you're doing for me, you have no idea! H/G scene was also my favorite. BTW, we need to find a way to contact each other. I didn't get the return DocX file from you. Is it possible for you to enable messages to be sent to you? That way we'll be able to contact you. Thanks!

Ron: Well, to be honest, Ron wasn't really giving her much to go off of, so Curtis sort of tried to help out. Albeit, it wasn't correct, but he was trying to help. But I think it's obvious that Hermione, though she loves Curtis dearly, loves Ron a lot more.

rhr4eva: Okay, I have to tell you something about that story. It was supposed to be in the fourth chapter of this story, where Hermione was still at home. Her and Curtis were supposed to be out at the park and just talking. I ended up cutting that chapter out, but I saved it just in case I might use it later. I remembered it when I was writing the last chapter and so I decided to use it as a way to pass time. I think it was just something Curtis thought up to distract Hermione. I mean, when someone asks for a story, you normally think about the generic boy meets girl things. Perhaps he was talking about Hermione and himself or Hermione and Ron, that's up to you. It does work for both of them though, doesn't it?

ronandmion4ever: Finally! I was waiting a while then I was like, you know what, I'm going to send you a message. I think there's a bit more closure between Harry and Ginny, but yeah, I liked that one scene also. Oh, there will be more of the vampires in the next chapter, trust me. It's actually going to be very interesting, but perhaps a bit short. Oh believe me, I've woken up in a dark room also. Nothing bad happened of course, but it was creepy for a while. I loved the story, but as I said to rhr4eva, it could have been about anyone. I hope you enjoyed the update!

Chapter Tease:

Charlotte let out a low hiss, rolling her shoulders and preparing herself to attack the young woman cowering in the corner.

"She's pregnant," she growled loathingly.

"What?"

This came from Charlie and Bill, who had come down right when the commotion had started. All the other people also looked confused.

"She's pregnant?" Mrs. Weasley repeated weakly.