AN: Dammit, people, two reviews? **shakes head** I'm disappointed in you. Anyways, now we continue our story at dear old Hogwarts. But just because Ginny's back at school, don't think it's going to stop... Anyway, now apixya will stop whining about me not telling her. :P here ya go babes

THE ENEMY WITHIN
Chapter two: No refuge

Ginny turned a page in her Transfiguration book, sighing at the incredibly complicated diagrams. She rolled her eyes and thanked herself for not choosing Muggle Studies too. She glanced up, and to her surprise, the common room she now sat in was empty. Flicking her eyes to check the darkened corners, she walked to the fireplace and knelt in front of it. She watched, enchanted, as the flames wreathed and twisted among the ashy air. She smiled in wonderment as a small salamander crawled from underneath a red-hot log. She watched the tiny creature as it basked happily in the flames. Watching it skitter over the coals, she giggled softly. A footstep sounded behind her, and the hairs on the back of her head stood up. She turned slowly to face her attacker once more.
"Please, stop, don't hurt me." she whispered through sudden tears. He smiled.
"Why would I hurt you? I only do that when you have something to pay for. So, if you were expecting hurt, you've been up to something."
"No, no! I swear, I haven't!"
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny. When will you learn that the innocent act doesn't work on me?"

Harry trudged up the stairs towards the portrait, Firebolt slung over his shoulders.
"Hmm...so it goes fake left towards their goal posts and then double back to distract the Beaters..." he continued to mumble until he reached the Fat Lady. "Asternise." he said sluggishly to the portrait, and slipped through the hole. He plodded towards the dormitory entrance, and almost tripped over a pile on the floor. He looked down, and dropped his broomstick in shock. He knelt and rolled over the inert body, and saw the bruised face of...
"Ginny!"

"Madame Pomfrey! Help!" He yelled as he barged into the hospital wing.
"Settle down Potter. What are you doing here at this time - oh my god what happened to her?" Madame Pomfrey ushered him over to a bed and made him lay Ginny down on it.
"I don't know, I just walked into the common room and she was there, lying on the floor like this."
"Well, please go and get her brothers. I'm sure they'll want to see her."
"Percy too?"
"No, don't disturb him, I'm sure he's very busy. He will find out soon enough." And with that Harry ran back to the common room and the dormitories. He nearly knocked Ron out of bed.
"Ron, wake up!"
"What, Harry? I just went to sleep and I have a test-"
"It's Ginny! She's in the hospital wing."

After grabbing Fred and George, the boys went dashing down to the common room in hastily donned robes. Harry and Ron glanced at the girls dorms, and together ran to Hermione's room. Once she had pulled a cloak around herself, the five of them sped back to the hospital wing, where they were met by a small group of teachers.
"Harry." Dumbledore summoned him. "You found her?"
"Yes professor. She was just lying in the common room, in front of the fire. Do you... do you know what happened?"
Dumbledore frowned, all sparkle gone from his eyes. "Harry, this is not the first time this has happened."
"What? What do you mean, what's happened to her?" exclaimed Ron angrily. He looked down at his little sister, and his features twisted angrily.
"Boys, Hermione, it appears Ginny has been the victim of abuse." All five students stared at him. Hermione slipped her hand into Ginny's own, and could feel its coldness.
"Is she going to be okay, professor?" she whispered tearily.
"Yes, Hermione, so long as we find out who did this. Unfortunately, there are only two people who know, one of which I am sure will not enlighten us, the other of which lies here beside you. Now, I know you want to stay, but I assure you she will be fine. You should go back-"
"No." Ron's voice was low and cold. "I'm not leaving her alone. She's going to be scared if...when she wakes up." Dumbledore smiled knowingly.
"Well, I suppose one of you staying will not matter so much. Now, if anything happens, call myself or Madame Pomfrey immediately." And the group proceeded to leave.

Ginny opened one eye groggily. She could see white...snow? No, it was cool, but not cold. She turned her head, and in the corner of her eye saw red hair. She yelped, and try to scramble beneath the blanket. Ron's head rose from its sleepy position beside her.
"Wha- Ginny! Ginny, oh thank god you're awake. Ginny?" He peeled the sheet back carefully, and she whimpered. "Oh god." he choked. "Ginny, who did this to you?" She turned to see her brother with tears in his eyes, and threw her arms around him.
"Don't leave me." she whispered. "Don't leave me."