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Guess what? I updated! YAY!

Okay, here it is! Chapter 41! I think it's pretty good, though for some reason I'm feeling a bit insecure about it so be nice in your reviews. I hope everyone enjoys it. It's a pretty big twist and plenty of action for those of you who thought it was getting boring without the twisty road I put them through.

I'll tell you now, you'll probably find many errors in my typing seeing a I wrote this at midnight. Just ignore them and know what I mean not what I say.

Since my last A/N was so freakishly long, I'll be nice and keep this one shorter. Enjoy!

So, without further ado:

Chapter 41

Ginny POV

I was woken up early the next morning after getting less than two hours of sleep. Groggily, I ignored the bustling of people around the house. It was probably just Mum and Dad coming over. But soon I realize what had woken me up, all traces of tiredness gone. I heard fussing in the living room and almost fell out of bed as I heard Ron's deep voice sound in the living room. My brother was back!

As I clambered out of bed I heard Hermione's quiet voice drift down the hall towards my room. I didn't have time to wonder if Harry was with them and safe since it took no time at all to run out of my room and into the living room.

I stopped dead in my tracks at what await my eyes. Not only were Ron, Harry, and Hermione at Shell Cottage, Luna was supporting a very thin Mr. Olivander and a goblin was collapsed on the couch, his legs obviously seriously hurt.

"Ginny," Ron said in a strangled voice, reaching out to me. I ran to him, throwing my arms around the youngest of my brothers. One of his arms wrapped around me, his other holding onto Hermione still. I put one of my arms around her too, hugging them both.

Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I turned to see a very worn Harry. Grabbing him, I pulled him into the hug too, glad they were all safe, if not unharmed. The reunion only lasted a moment, seeing as how not only the goblin was hurt but also Mr. Olivander was barely able to support himself, standing still only with the assistance of Luna. I could see a bond between them and wonder what had happened. I wasn't given time to ponder this though.

"Come on, let's get you sat down, Mr. Olivander," Bill said as he helped Luna lead Mr. Olivander to a chair where he collapsed, breathing heavily. Knowing my apt for healing, Bill waved me over from where I stood beside Ron.

Going over to him, I knelt down beside Mr. Olivander and quickly evaluated what was wrong and what I could do to help him. He was thin, looking like he hadn't had a proper meal or night's sleep in months. There wasn't much physical harm, a few cuts here and there, some healing bruises and a lump on his head. He was mainly weak and in great need of sleep. It would take a while for him to fully heal but with some care, he would do fine I hoped.

"Take him back to the back bedroom," I said, indicating the one I'd been staying in. "He needs to rest." Waving my wand over him, I saw the cuts heal and bruises fade. I saw a look of relief cross his face as the healing. "There is some dreamless sleep draught in the first drawer of the dresser," I told Bill before turning to Mr. Olivander. "We'll have you feeling better in no time." Mr. Olivander smiled at me weakly and I could tell how relived he was. I wonder angrily how long he'd been put through torture.

"Okay," Bill said, helping him up once again. Bill had lifted him nearly off the ground as they slowly made their way to the back bedroom, Luna following after to make sure Mr. Olivander was okay. She touched my arm briefly as they passed, a smile crossing her face. I reached out and hugged her quickly before she continued back to the bedroom.

As they walked out of the room, Fleur started bustling around, making everyone sit down. Since the Goblin was taking up the smaller sofa, there wasn't much room. Letting Harry, Ron and Hermione have the remaining seats, I glanced over at the goblin. He laid their unconscious and obviously in pain, his brow creased even in such a deep sleep. He would need me too. I silently thanked God that my parents had sent me here. I was needed.

"Thank goodness you are all okay," Fleur kept saying over and over as she went into the kitchen to make tea and biscuits. It would calm everyone's nerves. Looking over at the trio of friends that sat huddled together, I noticed Ron holding Hermione, his eyes trained on her arm.

I walked over to them and knelt down. "Let me see, Hermione," I said softly. She nodded and held out her arm for me to see. There on her arm, cut in bold letters, was the word Mudblood. Horrified, I stare at the horrible word etched cruelly into her skin. With tears in my eyes, I lifted my wand and muttered an incantation. The words slowly started to fade as the marks healed until all that remained was a scar.

She looked down at her arm, sighing in relief as the pain disappeared. Ron gingerly ran his thumb over her arm, feeling the slight bump of the scar. "Where did you learn that spell," she asked quietly, staring down at the scar.

"I've done much healing while you've been gone. I helped Mum after every battle," I answered, looking down at the scar too. The cuts had been deep and the scar was an angry pink. "I've got something that will help fade the scar but I'm afraid it will never go away completely I don't think."

She nodded understandingly and I rocked back on my heels, taking in the three of them. "I would ask who did this and what happened but something tells me it will be a very long story best saved for full stomachs and clear heads," I said as I glanced over them to make sure nothing else needed healed.

It was then I noticed Harry staring towards the door. Looking that direction I let out a soft gasp. There next to the door, wrapped in a sheet with a bloodstain in the middle, was a small, still body. It could have been the body of a child were it not for the shape of large feet and a pointed nose being visible under the sheet. Without my asking, Harry gave me my answer. "Dobby, he saved us."

I could hear the tears in his voice as he spoke and I lay a hand on his leg in comfort. "I want to give him a proper burial," he said suddenly, rising to his feet, "without using magic."

I understood that he needed time alone to sort through his thoughts. I recognized the look on his face, the desperation to be away from everyone. "There's a shovel or two in the toolshed," I told him quietly, pointing towards the garden outside the window.

Bill stood in the doorway of the living room, having heard the entire conversation. Luna stood beside him. "It's going to be okay, Harry," she said as Harry made his way to the door, using the opening I'd given him to get away.

As he walked out the door again I wondered what had happened. But, that explanation would have to wait. About that time Fleur came bustling back in carrying a platter of tea and biscuits and I turned my attention to the unconscious goblin.

"Bill, can you ready the other room for him," I asked my oldest brother, looking up from where I knelt beside the couch. He nodded and made his way to the baby room we had just completed a few days before. The only thing I lacked as furniture but that was easily conjured up. I could tell Fleur wasn't too happy about her baby room being given to the goblin but she kept her mouth shut, understanding the need.

Hermione distracted her from her frown by asking quietly, "When are you due?" I was startled when I realized that the three of them had probably not even known she was expecting.

A smile graced Fleur's beautiful face as she proudly announced, "In two months."

I saw Ron's face light up as he said in awe, "I'm going to be an uncle."

As the three of them discussed the baby, Luna made her way over to them to join in the conversation. She was bright and cheery as ever, making me wonder if anything could ever damage her spirit. It was nice to see such a beacon of happiness in such a dark time.

Bill came striding back into the living room then, putting his wand in his back pocket. A smile flitted across my face as I remembered Mad Eye always getting onto people about that, referencing Belinda the Buttless. It had been over a year since his death and the pain of losing such a good friend still affected many of the Order members. I remembered Mum crying when she'd realized that it had been a full year since his death.

Shaking my head to clear the depressing thoughts, I stood and back out of the way as Bill picked the small, limp body of the goblin up. I followed him into the now furnished room and watched as he lay him down on the small bed. I noticed the curtains were drawn and the room slightly dark. When I asked about this Bill told me goblins didn't like the sunlight.

Nodding in understanding, I grabbed my wand and started to work over the small, broken body. His legs were the worst, broken in many places and mangled horribly. It would take a long while for him to fully heal, using magic or not. This was not the type of injury to disappear with the flick of a wand.

Bill watched over me for a while, helping me when he could. Eventually I turned to him and said, "I can handle it from here. It's pretty strait forward. It's going to take him quite a while to heal and he won't be able to walk for a bit but I think he'll be fine." The goblin, Griphook as Bill had informed me, was now resting a little more peacefully but I still had work to do. "Can you go make sure Fleur isn't over doing herself? The stress is bad for the baby."

"Yeah," Bill said, getting up from beside the bed. "You know how she is." With that he disappeared out the door, calling to Fleur as he went.

I turned back to the goblin on the bed. Along with his legs being badly mangled, he was riddled with other cuts and gashes and a bunch of fresh bruises. Someone had really done a number on him. Grabbing a bottle, I started to rub cream onto some of the more nasty bruises and watched as they disappeared.

After that, I wrapped up his legs and tapped them with my wand. The cloth turned into a cast. It would take a while for them to heal and until then they needed to be kept motionless. I could heal him quicker if I had access to some more supplies and some different potions but I made do with what I had. I made a mental note to ask Bill to help me brew some potions later.

Standing finally from his bedside, I glanced at my watch. It was already nine o'clock in the morning. I shook my head; it was hard to imagine what had all happened in just two mere hours. Making my way back into the living room I looked around the room before sitting down on a chair next to Fleur. Harry was nowhere to be seen, most likely out digging still, but Ron, Hermione and Luna were sitting on the couch, all holding cups of steaming tea. Fleur was sitting on a chair with Bill standing behind her, his hand on her shoulder.

Luna was talking; tell the story of what had happened to her. She had disappeared nearly a year ago, around Christmas time when she'd gone home for the holiday. I sat down and poured myself a cup of tea from the teapot on the coffee table. I nearly dropped it when Luna announced where she'd been taken. "The Carrows drug me to Malfoy Manor and tossed me in the dungeon," she announced in her cheery voice, unaware to what effect that would have on me. I caught myself before the tea spilled everywhere, holding the cup firmly in my hands as I fell back against the chair. Thankfully, everyone was too engrossed in her story to have noticed.

My mind was reeling as she continued. It seemed like I was listening to her from the other end of a long tunnel as the world seemed to hold still. Had she seen Draco? Did she know if he was alive? My heart leapt in my chest.

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