Prologue: Taken

Disclaimer: JK Rowling's: Harry, Ginny, Dumbledore, Hogwarts, etc. Mine: None. Sigh

Harry would never forget that night.

Lying in his dormitory, he was having trouble falling asleep. That happened a lot lately. Voldemort was bearing down hard. And Harry's visions, though more controlled now due to his Occulemency lessons with Dumbledore, were still as vivid as ever. Harry knew things would reach a climax soon. Now in his seventh year at Hogwarts, Harry was able to Apparate, and legally use magic outside of school. He could meet Voldemort on his own terms now. And he would, soon.

Ron snorted in his sleep and turned over. Seamus mumbled under his breath. And somewhere, a floor above, someone screamed.

Harry was out of bed in a nanosecond. He raced up the stairs and towards the sixth year girls' dormitory.

Hermione burst out of her dormitory. "Harry! What happened?"

"I don't know."

A girl Harry recognized as a sixth year practically threw herself down the stairs. "Help! Help! Someone, get Professor Dumbledore!"

Hermione grabbed her. "Jessica! What's happened?"

And then came the horrible words.

"Ginny," she sobbed. "She's gone."

Harry turned and raced up the stairs.

"Gone?" an ashen-faced Hermione asked Jessica.

It was sight Harry would always remember. Two girls sobbing on the floor of a dormitory at the foot of an empty bed. Another girl unconscious at his feet. An open window. And the Dark Mark seared into the bed sheets.

He ran to the window. The night sky seemed to close in on him. Voldemort had taken Ginny.

Harry slammed his fist down onto Dumbledore's desk. Ron and Hermione looked up from the fireplace where they had been conversing with Mr. and Mrs. Weasly.

"Are we just going to stand here? Stand here and wait for me to have a vision of her being killed? I don't think so! I'm going out there," he roared, starting for the door. "And I'm bringing her back!"

"I'm afraid that is not possible, Harry," came Dumbledore's voice from behind the door. Harry opened the door. Dumbledore stood there, looking grave. "We have no time. Voldemort is attacking Hogwarts. Arthur, Molly." He looked at their white faces in the fireplace. "Round up the Order. Mr. Weasly, Miss Granger- assemble the students in the Great Hall. Be sure to report any missing students." He paused. "Take special care when counting…the seventh year Slytherins." Ron nodded fiercely. He and Hermione hurried out the door as Mr. and Mrs. Weasly disappeared from the fireplace.

Harry looked up at his headmaster. "And me?" he asked, although he already knew the answer.

Dumbledore turned away from him and cast his gaze out the window overlooking the grounds.

"You need to end this, Harry. Voldemort is waiting. This all ends, one way or another, tonight."

Harry would never forget that night.

A/N: Dun dun duh!!! And we're off. Just so you know, this is my first fanfic, so please R&R!!! I would really appreciate any feedback you guys could give!!!