Disclaimer: Do I really have to go through this with you? Again? Ok, ok,
Harry Potter is not mine. If it were I would not be slaving away at the
hellhole- aka my school. *Deep Breath* Did I go over the top there?
Authors Note: Again with the wait. Ok, I'm sorry. I apologise for this chapter right here and now- I couldn't be bothered to put any decent description in. So, I'm sorry again.
DOES ANY ONE HAVE MSN MESSAGING? AND WHO WAS THE 100th REVIEWER?
Chapter 12: It's what you've all been waiting for-
"Paige?" he questioned pretty sure that it wasn't her but asking all the same to keep the he feeling of looming at bay, "Is that you?"
The laughter stopped and a strange hissing replaced it saying something that he wished he couldn't understand,
"Can Harry Potter come out to play?"
Harry stopped breathing. They had found him. They had taken over two years to find him but they had eventually- some where in the back of his head he had been expecting a phone call like this for ages.
The person on the other end of the line must have taken Harry's silence for fear and mirthless laughter rang through Harry's mind. But it wasn't fear that Harry felt- it was anger.
"What have you done with her?" he demanded accidentally breaking a pen in his hand, "Because if you've hurt her I will use your guts to string a tennis bat-"
The laughing stopped,
"Idle threats Potter," came the only reply but not as smoothly as the person intended, "And you know it,"
He slammed the receiver down as hard as he could though it wouldn't achieve any thing.
Nothing was said for several minutes but that suited Harry fine. He was thinking, searching for one golden thought, one pure idea that could save her,
"Harry?" Hermione asked timidly and taking some steps towards him, "What's happened?"
He looked up at his friends, Hermione looked worried and Ron's smirk had now vanished,
"They've taken my roommate," he spat angrily not at Hermione but at the whole situation and not even saying who 'they' was, "Kidnapped her to put it lightly,"
Harry had some questions for Ron and Hermione about how exactly they found him.
~*~
Ginny stood in the kitchen by the sink watching the pigeons flying outside on the fire escape and listening to their cooing. She ought to be doing something but there was nothing for her to do except mope about the apartment.
If 'James' was here then at least she could watch a film with him and make fun of how stupid the characters were. It wasn't any fun on her own.
She had exhausted all the reading material in the house and even sneaked into her roommate's bedroom and read some of his books. 'Ways to defend yourself against Dark Curses' didn't really appeal to her as a light read.
Tiding her room was an option but she didn't feel like it, she had typed up a report so all her work was done and there was no way she was going to clean the dishes when it was Harry's turn.
That was another thing- she couldn't talk to anyone because now Harry was in search of Ron and Hermione.
Ginny wished she could just do that and she was now regretting her decision to run away. It was fine for a year or two but then you just get sick of lying to every one about your past and who you really are. It looked like it wasn't working for Harry either.
That New Years event was eventful in more ways than one. But she had pushed all memories out of her head about what happened *before* the Dark Mark appeared in the sky. He probably had one to many Budweiser's that night.
The cooing finally was beginning to get on her nerves, sooner than she thought though, and she shuffled into the living room. She considered watching the television for a minute but decided against it. Neither she nor Harry could afford digital or cable so they were stuck with five channels.
Most of which, no doubt, would have some kind of sport on at the moment and that wasn't really what she wanted to watch at the moment.
Books were a no go and the entire apartment was relatively tidy.
Flopping on the chair feeling dejected, her eyes fell on the phone and she was tempted to make some prank calls. Fred and Georges favourite one in the muggle world was to call up Burger King and reserve seats for a meal.
But just as she was about to pick up the receiver, the doorbell rang saving whoever she would have called from almost certain humiliation.
She pulled herself up off the sofa and glided over the bare, wooden floors towards the door. Suspicion lingered somewhere in her brain because she hadn't buzzed whoever was outside her door up.
"Damn," she swore softly when she discovered that someone had very kindly put gum over the hole on the outside. Now she couldn't she who it was.
Quickly checking her reflection in the mirror by the door, turning the keys around in the lock and letting the door sing open. The smile that she had put on her face slowly dripped away when she saw who was standing outside her door.
Even with little under three years out of the wizarding world she did not have to think twice who it was-
Lucius Malfoy.
And to make things worse before she could react she had a wand pointed in between her eyes with a cruel smile playing on his lips,
"What do you call a Weasley with black hair?"
~*~
Hermione and Ron watched with worry as Harry paced back and forth in their living room muttering incoherent rubbish to himself.
Finally he collapsed on the tattered seat with his face in his hands causing several loud groans of pain to come out of the chair.
"Harry-" Hermione started to say after Ron nudged her but Harry interrupted her,
"How did you find out who I was hiding as?"
At the prospect of explaining they both simultaneously started shifting their weight from side to side and Ron suddenly became interested in a hole in the sofa,
"Ron wants to tell you," Hermione replied glancing at Ron who didn't look exactly pleased to be nominated. He tried to speak and explain but ended up just looking like a fish out of water just mumbling to his feet,
"Well?" Harry demanded a little more sharply than he would have liked but his stress levels were going up when he thought about all the time they were wasting.
Ron cleared his throat,
"We wanted to find you," he explained slowly looking for the right words, "So Hermione looked in the Ministry records-"
"Wait," Harry said confused now, Ron obliged immediately, "There are millions of records- it would have taken you years to get anywhere near my address. You need passes and stuff,"
Hermione scratched her ear lobe,
"Ah," she muttered, "Well Percy may have let something slip at a party,"
Oh, Harry was going to kill Percy when he next saw him- wand or not. Ron must have seen this,
"Don't worry," he soothed the now seething Harry, "It wasn't that obvious- even Hermione didn't figure it out at first,"
Harry ignored the kick that Ron received from Hermione for his last comment and stood up walked out of the room and into the hallway. He grabbed his jacket of the stand in the hall way and was just about to Apparate when someone stopped him,
"Where do you think your going?" he asked sternly and placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry gritted his teeth before answering testily,
"To get her,"
A smile spread over Ron's face,
"Then I'm coming with you,"
~*~
Ginny swallowed dryly completely lost for words now. Lucius used this to his advantage and pushed her in and kicking the door shut behind him,
"Make any noise and you'll be seeing your parents again,"
That squashed any seeds of plotting to escape out of her mind. She had no idea why he was here but it definitely wasn't a social call- he wanted something and it wasn't just coincidence that she was living with the Boy- Who-Lived.
He forced her back into the chair she was sitting in before, by the phone, pushed some magazines of the coffee table and sat opposite her. His wand was still pointed at her head.
He was wearing muggle clothes which surprised her since Malfoy's would usually face a pack of wild horses than have anything to do something remotely muggle. But here was Lucius Malfoy dressed in trousers and a shirt- black but nonetheless muggle.
Ginny knew it would be useless to fight back. He had already given her a dead arm just sitting her down and her wand was all the way in her bathroom in her cosmetics bag,
"Where is he?" Lucius ordered forgetting to say please, "I'll give you three seconds to tell me,"
He's lost it.
That was the first thought that came into Ginny's mind when she heard this. What was she going to do?
She didn't know where he was and that was the truth. All he had told her was that he was going to take her advice and look for his friends.
She knew where they used to live. It was in the suburbs- Watson road or something like that but they wouldn't still be living there. Too many memories would at least drive Ron out.
"One!" he barked dragging Ginny out of her memories and putting a finger up on the hand he wasn't holding his wand in.
Racking her brain desperately for an idea to save herself she realised she may have no choice but to tell the truth. Or she could just wait and see if he really would kill her.
Neither of her choices really tempted to her.
Both of them ended up with someone dying.
"Two,"
It might have been something to do with the fact that a dark wizards wand was pointed in the middle of her forehead but she couldn't think of anything to help her current situation.
Nothing came to her.
She hadn't planned anything either because, unlike Harry, she was only running away from her family for selfish reasons. Harry started a new life to safe the people he loved.
"One,"
Ginny gritted her teeth. There was something in Lucius' eyes that told her that he didn't mean to kill her and she used that to whatever advantage she could,
"You're testing my temper girl," he hissed standing up and towering above her. Muttering something, a soft yellow glow shot out of his wand tip and landed on Ginny's wrists.
She winced even though it didn't hurt, in fact in tickled as the light wound its way around her wrists and cuffed her wrists together. It glowed brighter for a second before it seemed to set and turn into a bronze coloured metal imprisoning her wrists together.
Finally, Malfoy put his wand away and pulled her up roughly by her collar.
"Tell me where he is," he demanded through gritted teeth with is face barely three inches from hers, "Or you will regret it,"
Ginny still wasn't ready for speech, which was quite unfortunate for her as Lucius was quite obviously near breaking point.
He slapped her round the face. Hard.
Containing the cry of pain she managed to slip out his grip and back onto the sofa nursing her swollen cheek. No one had ever hit her like that before. Sure she had fought with her brothers sometimes but it didn't go beyond a kick and a punch in the arm.
Malfoy must have seen how close she was to sobbing,
"If that hurt girlie," he whispered in her ear, "Imagine what I could do if I tried to hurt you,"
A cold shiver went down her spine and it wasn't anything to do with the wind blowing in through the window,
"Your knight in shining armour isn't going to come Ginny my dear," he continued striking a very sensitive nerve, "So give up now,"
"He's out," she snapped suddenly finding her voice again, "And don't call me Ginny,"
He grinned evilly,
"Call him," he commanded pointing at the phone next to her. Ginny was surprised to say the least. The great Lucius Malfoy knew all about telephones?
"I don't know where he is," she replied saying every word slowly knowing she oughtn't push her luck seeing all the odds were against her. Something flickered in his eyes and he took a menacing step forward and Ginny backed away as much as she could on the chair.
But something happened.
The phone started ringing.
Both of them stopped and stared at it before Ginny reached forward to answer it,
"Leave it!" he hissed grabbing her arm.
"Hey there!" Lucius looked around for the third person and it took him a moment to realise that it was the answering phone. Ginny knew better than to laugh,
"You've reached James Redwood's answering machine. Sorry, I'm not in and if you're after Paige she's probable skiving so leave your message after the beep-"
Out of all the people she expected to call, this person was the last,
"Er, hi Paige,"
It was Harry- he sounded a little worried and stressed but there was no doubt that it was him. He was calling- he never called his own phone. Beside her, Lucius looked like Christmas had just come early for him,
"Are you there? Hello? Well, um, just be careful and don't go off anywhere."
Lucius leaned forward and picked up the receiver. The last thing she heard in English was 'Paige?" from Harry before Lucius hissed down the phone.
Whatever he had said, Harry understood because the answer phone still recording and she heard clearly-
"Where is she?"
Authors Note:
DUN DUN DUN
Review and there will be a whole LOAD of action- not just fighting if you get my drift! I don't know if this was long enough but it was nearly seven pages long.
REMEMBER! I am on my Easter holidays and I have like two weeks to donate to fan fiction!
Authors Note: Again with the wait. Ok, I'm sorry. I apologise for this chapter right here and now- I couldn't be bothered to put any decent description in. So, I'm sorry again.
DOES ANY ONE HAVE MSN MESSAGING? AND WHO WAS THE 100th REVIEWER?
Chapter 12: It's what you've all been waiting for-
"Paige?" he questioned pretty sure that it wasn't her but asking all the same to keep the he feeling of looming at bay, "Is that you?"
The laughter stopped and a strange hissing replaced it saying something that he wished he couldn't understand,
"Can Harry Potter come out to play?"
Harry stopped breathing. They had found him. They had taken over two years to find him but they had eventually- some where in the back of his head he had been expecting a phone call like this for ages.
The person on the other end of the line must have taken Harry's silence for fear and mirthless laughter rang through Harry's mind. But it wasn't fear that Harry felt- it was anger.
"What have you done with her?" he demanded accidentally breaking a pen in his hand, "Because if you've hurt her I will use your guts to string a tennis bat-"
The laughing stopped,
"Idle threats Potter," came the only reply but not as smoothly as the person intended, "And you know it,"
He slammed the receiver down as hard as he could though it wouldn't achieve any thing.
Nothing was said for several minutes but that suited Harry fine. He was thinking, searching for one golden thought, one pure idea that could save her,
"Harry?" Hermione asked timidly and taking some steps towards him, "What's happened?"
He looked up at his friends, Hermione looked worried and Ron's smirk had now vanished,
"They've taken my roommate," he spat angrily not at Hermione but at the whole situation and not even saying who 'they' was, "Kidnapped her to put it lightly,"
Harry had some questions for Ron and Hermione about how exactly they found him.
~*~
Ginny stood in the kitchen by the sink watching the pigeons flying outside on the fire escape and listening to their cooing. She ought to be doing something but there was nothing for her to do except mope about the apartment.
If 'James' was here then at least she could watch a film with him and make fun of how stupid the characters were. It wasn't any fun on her own.
She had exhausted all the reading material in the house and even sneaked into her roommate's bedroom and read some of his books. 'Ways to defend yourself against Dark Curses' didn't really appeal to her as a light read.
Tiding her room was an option but she didn't feel like it, she had typed up a report so all her work was done and there was no way she was going to clean the dishes when it was Harry's turn.
That was another thing- she couldn't talk to anyone because now Harry was in search of Ron and Hermione.
Ginny wished she could just do that and she was now regretting her decision to run away. It was fine for a year or two but then you just get sick of lying to every one about your past and who you really are. It looked like it wasn't working for Harry either.
That New Years event was eventful in more ways than one. But she had pushed all memories out of her head about what happened *before* the Dark Mark appeared in the sky. He probably had one to many Budweiser's that night.
The cooing finally was beginning to get on her nerves, sooner than she thought though, and she shuffled into the living room. She considered watching the television for a minute but decided against it. Neither she nor Harry could afford digital or cable so they were stuck with five channels.
Most of which, no doubt, would have some kind of sport on at the moment and that wasn't really what she wanted to watch at the moment.
Books were a no go and the entire apartment was relatively tidy.
Flopping on the chair feeling dejected, her eyes fell on the phone and she was tempted to make some prank calls. Fred and Georges favourite one in the muggle world was to call up Burger King and reserve seats for a meal.
But just as she was about to pick up the receiver, the doorbell rang saving whoever she would have called from almost certain humiliation.
She pulled herself up off the sofa and glided over the bare, wooden floors towards the door. Suspicion lingered somewhere in her brain because she hadn't buzzed whoever was outside her door up.
"Damn," she swore softly when she discovered that someone had very kindly put gum over the hole on the outside. Now she couldn't she who it was.
Quickly checking her reflection in the mirror by the door, turning the keys around in the lock and letting the door sing open. The smile that she had put on her face slowly dripped away when she saw who was standing outside her door.
Even with little under three years out of the wizarding world she did not have to think twice who it was-
Lucius Malfoy.
And to make things worse before she could react she had a wand pointed in between her eyes with a cruel smile playing on his lips,
"What do you call a Weasley with black hair?"
~*~
Hermione and Ron watched with worry as Harry paced back and forth in their living room muttering incoherent rubbish to himself.
Finally he collapsed on the tattered seat with his face in his hands causing several loud groans of pain to come out of the chair.
"Harry-" Hermione started to say after Ron nudged her but Harry interrupted her,
"How did you find out who I was hiding as?"
At the prospect of explaining they both simultaneously started shifting their weight from side to side and Ron suddenly became interested in a hole in the sofa,
"Ron wants to tell you," Hermione replied glancing at Ron who didn't look exactly pleased to be nominated. He tried to speak and explain but ended up just looking like a fish out of water just mumbling to his feet,
"Well?" Harry demanded a little more sharply than he would have liked but his stress levels were going up when he thought about all the time they were wasting.
Ron cleared his throat,
"We wanted to find you," he explained slowly looking for the right words, "So Hermione looked in the Ministry records-"
"Wait," Harry said confused now, Ron obliged immediately, "There are millions of records- it would have taken you years to get anywhere near my address. You need passes and stuff,"
Hermione scratched her ear lobe,
"Ah," she muttered, "Well Percy may have let something slip at a party,"
Oh, Harry was going to kill Percy when he next saw him- wand or not. Ron must have seen this,
"Don't worry," he soothed the now seething Harry, "It wasn't that obvious- even Hermione didn't figure it out at first,"
Harry ignored the kick that Ron received from Hermione for his last comment and stood up walked out of the room and into the hallway. He grabbed his jacket of the stand in the hall way and was just about to Apparate when someone stopped him,
"Where do you think your going?" he asked sternly and placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry gritted his teeth before answering testily,
"To get her,"
A smile spread over Ron's face,
"Then I'm coming with you,"
~*~
Ginny swallowed dryly completely lost for words now. Lucius used this to his advantage and pushed her in and kicking the door shut behind him,
"Make any noise and you'll be seeing your parents again,"
That squashed any seeds of plotting to escape out of her mind. She had no idea why he was here but it definitely wasn't a social call- he wanted something and it wasn't just coincidence that she was living with the Boy- Who-Lived.
He forced her back into the chair she was sitting in before, by the phone, pushed some magazines of the coffee table and sat opposite her. His wand was still pointed at her head.
He was wearing muggle clothes which surprised her since Malfoy's would usually face a pack of wild horses than have anything to do something remotely muggle. But here was Lucius Malfoy dressed in trousers and a shirt- black but nonetheless muggle.
Ginny knew it would be useless to fight back. He had already given her a dead arm just sitting her down and her wand was all the way in her bathroom in her cosmetics bag,
"Where is he?" Lucius ordered forgetting to say please, "I'll give you three seconds to tell me,"
He's lost it.
That was the first thought that came into Ginny's mind when she heard this. What was she going to do?
She didn't know where he was and that was the truth. All he had told her was that he was going to take her advice and look for his friends.
She knew where they used to live. It was in the suburbs- Watson road or something like that but they wouldn't still be living there. Too many memories would at least drive Ron out.
"One!" he barked dragging Ginny out of her memories and putting a finger up on the hand he wasn't holding his wand in.
Racking her brain desperately for an idea to save herself she realised she may have no choice but to tell the truth. Or she could just wait and see if he really would kill her.
Neither of her choices really tempted to her.
Both of them ended up with someone dying.
"Two,"
It might have been something to do with the fact that a dark wizards wand was pointed in the middle of her forehead but she couldn't think of anything to help her current situation.
Nothing came to her.
She hadn't planned anything either because, unlike Harry, she was only running away from her family for selfish reasons. Harry started a new life to safe the people he loved.
"One,"
Ginny gritted her teeth. There was something in Lucius' eyes that told her that he didn't mean to kill her and she used that to whatever advantage she could,
"You're testing my temper girl," he hissed standing up and towering above her. Muttering something, a soft yellow glow shot out of his wand tip and landed on Ginny's wrists.
She winced even though it didn't hurt, in fact in tickled as the light wound its way around her wrists and cuffed her wrists together. It glowed brighter for a second before it seemed to set and turn into a bronze coloured metal imprisoning her wrists together.
Finally, Malfoy put his wand away and pulled her up roughly by her collar.
"Tell me where he is," he demanded through gritted teeth with is face barely three inches from hers, "Or you will regret it,"
Ginny still wasn't ready for speech, which was quite unfortunate for her as Lucius was quite obviously near breaking point.
He slapped her round the face. Hard.
Containing the cry of pain she managed to slip out his grip and back onto the sofa nursing her swollen cheek. No one had ever hit her like that before. Sure she had fought with her brothers sometimes but it didn't go beyond a kick and a punch in the arm.
Malfoy must have seen how close she was to sobbing,
"If that hurt girlie," he whispered in her ear, "Imagine what I could do if I tried to hurt you,"
A cold shiver went down her spine and it wasn't anything to do with the wind blowing in through the window,
"Your knight in shining armour isn't going to come Ginny my dear," he continued striking a very sensitive nerve, "So give up now,"
"He's out," she snapped suddenly finding her voice again, "And don't call me Ginny,"
He grinned evilly,
"Call him," he commanded pointing at the phone next to her. Ginny was surprised to say the least. The great Lucius Malfoy knew all about telephones?
"I don't know where he is," she replied saying every word slowly knowing she oughtn't push her luck seeing all the odds were against her. Something flickered in his eyes and he took a menacing step forward and Ginny backed away as much as she could on the chair.
But something happened.
The phone started ringing.
Both of them stopped and stared at it before Ginny reached forward to answer it,
"Leave it!" he hissed grabbing her arm.
"Hey there!" Lucius looked around for the third person and it took him a moment to realise that it was the answering phone. Ginny knew better than to laugh,
"You've reached James Redwood's answering machine. Sorry, I'm not in and if you're after Paige she's probable skiving so leave your message after the beep-"
Out of all the people she expected to call, this person was the last,
"Er, hi Paige,"
It was Harry- he sounded a little worried and stressed but there was no doubt that it was him. He was calling- he never called his own phone. Beside her, Lucius looked like Christmas had just come early for him,
"Are you there? Hello? Well, um, just be careful and don't go off anywhere."
Lucius leaned forward and picked up the receiver. The last thing she heard in English was 'Paige?" from Harry before Lucius hissed down the phone.
Whatever he had said, Harry understood because the answer phone still recording and she heard clearly-
"Where is she?"
Authors Note:
DUN DUN DUN
Review and there will be a whole LOAD of action- not just fighting if you get my drift! I don't know if this was long enough but it was nearly seven pages long.
REMEMBER! I am on my Easter holidays and I have like two weeks to donate to fan fiction!