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CHAPTER FIFTY TWO: OF LOVE

"Harry," Ginny said, catching her balance against the giant doors infront of her, "What's wrong?"

"Huh," he muttered, snapping out of his trance, "what did you say?"

"Nevermind."

"What are we waiting for?" Harry asked, realizing that they were standing on the wrong side of the door.

Nervously, Ginny reached for the door handle. She thought that it would be locked, but surprisingly, it wasn't. "That's strange," she whispered, pulling open the great doors, and entering the school.

"What is?" Harry asked, following close behind her.

"The door-"

"What about it, Gin?"

"It was open."

Harry was becoming confused, "And what's so strange about it?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," she replied, "but I always thought that it would be locked. It just seems strange that with everything going on in the world that the school would be safer locked."

"It's not like anyone, other than a few of the teachers, are here," Harry commented, "it would just be a wasted effort."

"I'm not so sure about that," Ginny said, unable to shake the feelings that were washing over her about the situation.

"Let's just-"

"Mr. Potter? Miss Weasley?" a voice called from above them.

"Professor McGonagall?" the couple replied in unison.

"What in the name of Merlin are you two doing here?" she asked, decending the stairs. "You know," she continued, off in her own world, "it isn't safe for you Miss Weasley to be traveling in your 'condition,' it's a risk to both mother and child, or should I say children."

A tear came to Ginny's eye, but she quickly swept it away before anyone could notice it. "Unfortuately Professor, flying isn't dangerous anymore."

"YOU FLEW!" the woman shouted, the distance between them shortening, "You were told specifically not to fly while pregnant."

"You're missing the point," she said defiantly.

"The point is that you can't be so wrekless with your health. You're caring for more than just yourself."

"Professor-" Harry tried to intervine.

"-And you Mr. Potter shouldn't have let her. They are your children, too."

"I'M NOT PREGNANT!"

"Excuse me?" Minerva questioned, shocked by the girl's volume, but still oblivious to the facts.

"Open your eyes Professor," Ginny spat, "and take a look. You're missing the BIG picture." Placing her hands on her 'deflated' stomach, she turned to show the woman her profile, truely revealing the situation that was being missed.

"You're not pregnant?"

"No."

"Oh," she said, feeling slightly embarassed, "well, then."

"That's why we need your help," Harry said, moving between Ginny and their professor, "they've been taken, our children have been taken."

"Taken?" she questioned, "But by who?"

"Who else," another voice boomed, filling the room with a reassuring sound, "but Voldermort?"

"Professor Dumbl-" Ginny started, feeling the tears sting her eyes, and the heat rising from her cheeks, but was interrupted.

"Not here," he spoke quickly, his eyes darting around the room as he cut her off. "Why don't we have this conversation in my office."

All parties nodded to the suggestion, moving swiftly behind the graying man, giving eachother sideways glances of uncertainty as they moved. It was a strange thing, for Harry and Ginny to see such fear and nervousness in their teacher, their mentor. This man, the greatest wizard, now seemed scared. There was something about his voice that was off.

The entire way to his office, the only sound was that of their hurried foot steps. No one spoke, no one dared to. Something about the rush, the insecurity of the entire situation. When he spoke the password, his voice quivered, slightly. But, to a perceptive wreck like Ginny, it was clear as day. When the were in the safety of the inner office, surrounded by the Headmasters of old, Ginny came right out with her suspicions. "You're afraid."

"Miss Potter, please-" Professor McGonagall started, outraged by the thought.

"Minerva," Dumbledore said, raising a hand to slience her, then turning to Ginny. "You're very preceptive."

"Then it's true," she asked, only recieving a nod, "But why?"

"For the same reasons you are."

"Then you know," Harry said, "you know about the kidnapping?"

"Yes, I was informed of it immediately afterwards," he said, controlling the quiver, "that is why I sent for these."

Harry and Ginny moved in the direction that he was gesturing. There, on a tray in the middle of the desk, were two pieces of blank and tattered parchment. One seeming relatively new, while the other appeared worn and tattered from constantly being folded. Harry recognized the ratty one immediately. "The Marauder's Map," he gasped, "but what is this one?" he asked, picking up the clean sheet of paper.

"A map," the man replied simply.

"A map?" Ginny's face twisted, trying to understand how a blank piece of parchment was equivilant to a map, "but there's nothing on it."

"Ah, but there is nothing on the other one, either."

"Then it must have a password, like the other one." Removing his wand from with in his clothing, he pointed it at the blank parchment. From memory, Harry quoted, "I honestly swear I am up to no good."

Wrong answer.

Immediately after finishing his sentance, Harry was sent flying across the room, landing against the lower half of a bookcase. "Ouch."

"Harry!" Ginny gasped, "Are you alright?"

"Ouch."

"Ah," Dumbledore chuckled, "You would think that it had the same key, wouldn't you, but just because the two are similar, doesn't mean that they are identical. On the contrary, they are very different."

"How so?"

"Well, for one, they were created for different reasons, different times of need."

"Then how are they similar?" Harry asked, a hand on his now sore back.

"By the type of magic that was used to created them."

Spinning around, Harry saw someone he never would expect to see. There, closing the office door behind him, was none other than one of the original masterminds behind the 'all seeing map.' Professor Remus "Moony" Lupin.

"I thought that, since the 'original' map was created by the Marauders," Dumbledore said, "then another one could be created by the only remaining one."

"I must say," Remus said, "I thought that it would be impossible to create another map, without the others, but it wasn't as difficult as a suspected."

"Then," Harry started, "if it's already created, how do you open it. I've already tried the other password, and I know it doesn't work," he said, continuing to rub his back.

Remus, having decided to play it Dumbledore's way after first arriving, continued with the riddles. "And you've already been given the answer."

"We don't have time for this!" Harry shouted.

Almost silently, Ginny picked up the fallen sheet of parchment. Removing her wand she held it to the crisp blank sheet, but decided, that just incase she got it wrong, that she should probably sit. Moving to a nearby chair, she accidently knocked over a stack of books resting on it's armrest.

Turning at the sudden comotion, Harry yelled to her, "Ginny! NO!"

Taking no heed in his warning, she continued with her idea, whispering, "I honestly swear that my intentions are of love."

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A/N: Thanks for all of the snizzles. They are great, but if you think of anything while you are reading, anything that could help me out with finishing the story, please tell me. I really do want to hear it. Thanks a lot, hope you liked this chapter!