Okay, this chapter was started on Sunday at 8:30 p.m. and I forced myself to write it, since I wanted it to be already done by now. So I don't think it will turn out sooo good, nor very long…. ducks and runs

Wozzie-chick: Mhm… I thought maybe I'd give her nice trip to Hawaii or something like this…

Samantha Cameron: Okay, okay, she knows now. (all of you have just been waiting for this moment to happen, right?)

Hogwartsstollaway: Thank you, thank you, thank you! As for Montague, as far as I remember my planning, his father is the cousin of Angelina's husband.

TriGemini: The potion was the same one that Maitagorry had drunk. It's a potion that makes you forget anything about yourself. Ah, come on now, don't tell me you don't already know whom she saw in the water…

Littlemissy616: I'm glad you liked the chapter. So, are your parents from Germany? Or did they live here once?

Fallen Angel of Hell: Because I just didn't know what else to write to the three strings of that chapter. (the one down here isn't better….)

Chapter 11

Hold on to me love

You know I can't stay long

All I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid

Can you hear me?

Can you feel me in your arms?

Holding my last breath

Safe inside myself

Are all my thoughts of you

Sweet raptured light

It ends here tonight

I'll miss the winter

A world of fragile things

Look for me in the white forest

Hiding in a hollow tree (come find me)

I know you hear me

I can taste it in your tears

Holding my last breath

Safe inside myself

Are all my thoughts of you

Sweet raptured light

It ends here tonight

Closing your eyes to disappear

You pray your dreams will leave you here

But still you wake and know the truth

No one's there

Say goodnight

Don't be afraid

Calling me calling me as you fade to black

My last breath – Evanescence

Hermione walked nervously up and down in the living room, impatiently waiting for Professor Dumbledore to arrive. Draco was sitting on the couch, just as nervous as his wife and ran his hands through his hair.

"Hermione, please sit down. Your walking around won't make Dumbledore come faster." He pleaded. Hermione stopped in front of him and looked down at Draco.

"It's just… we can find them now! Draco, now that we know who has kidnapped them we can find them!" Hermione fell down on her knees in front of the couch and rested her head in Draco's lap.

"Mya…" Draco pulled her up by her elbows and sat her down next to him on the couch.

They heard someone clearing his throat and looked up to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway.

"You said you needed to talk to me urgently? Has something happened? Did you receive any news from the children?" Hermione nodded but waited for Dumbledore to sit down before she told him about what she had seen in the water.

"I had hoped we could keep her from becoming so evil by keeping her wand away from her. I had never imagined for Ms Weasley to become such a powerful witch…" Dumbledore shook his head sadly.

"But we can get Fee and Sean back now, right!" Hermione asked anxiously. Dumbledore nodded mutely, stroking his hand through his beard absentmindedly.

"Yes, yes, we just need to find out where she goes to for she won't keep the children in the burrow… I will talk to Molly and Arthur about it and contact you as soon as I found out something new." With this he said good-bye to the two and made his way to the burrow.

-

"What shall this mean 'Where is Ginny going to'? She is never leaving the burrow. You yourself forced us to do this." Molly said, her voice dangerously low, her eyes narrowed at the old man who was sitting at her kitchen table.

"And you know very well what would have happened to your daughter if you hadn't agreed to this Molly. She would have been sent to Azkaban or to St. Mungo's. With no way to ever be released." Molly cursed silently under her breath. This was all some big mistake. She had never believed that her little baby was capable of doing anything evil. But not even Arthur had listened to her.

She had tried to keep Ginny locked up in her room, but the poor dear had become ill after only a few days without fresh air and sunshine. So she had let her go into the garden whenever Arthur was at work. And then Fred! He had actually dared to blame the death of his wife on Ginny! And this only because his daughter was having such a lively imagination! Molly knew that she was the only one who really cared and believed in her daughter. And she wouldn't lock her up in her room again. So what if she went into the woods behind the burrow for a walk every morning. She wasn't harming anyone.

"And you are absolutely sure that she is always in the house? 24 hours a day?" Dumbledore asked once more.

"NO! She has not left the house once!" Molly lied once again.

"If you would now leave please. A house as big as ours requires a lot of time to clean up." Dumbledore shook his head sadly and left the burrow to return to Hogwarts. He knew Molly wasn't telling the truth. Her whole behaviour was screaming 'lie' to him. Maybe he should try and talk to Arthur. Maybe he would see that it was absolutely necessary to find out where Ginny held the children captive.

-

"I'm thirsty." Felicitas whispered into the darkness.

"Try not to think about it." Sean whispered back and sighed. How long were they down there by now? How long was it since he hadn't seen his parents? How long…

"Sean? I think she's coming back…" Sean could hear it now, too. There was the faint sound of footsteps coming closer to them. Sean held Felicitas closer to him. The steps came closer, but this time there was no light. No torch was held to guide the person coming to them through the darkness of the dungeon.

Then the steps stopped. Right in front of the iron bars.

"Where are you?" a tiny voice asked them. Felicitas held on tightly to Sean and bit her lips. She didn't like this voice. She had never heard it before, but it sent shivers down her spine.

"I asked you something! I know you are here! I saw my mommy talking to you!" the voice sounded like that of a spoiled child. Someone, who got always what they wanted.

"And what do you want from us?" Sean asked.

"I want to know who you are. After all, you are here for me! To keep me company."

"We won't stay long! We will soon return to our families."

"No, you won't!" the person screamed angrily.

"You will stay here with me. Forever. So I'll always have someone to play with!"

"We won't stay here for long!" Sean said determinedly.

"You will!" The voice shouted once more and then they heard whomever it was running away.

"We will get away, right?" Felicitas asked nervously.

"Yes, we will!" Sean said once more.

-

Angelina opened her eyes slowly. She needed some time to remember where she was right now. That she wasn't at home anymore, or in the hospital. No, she was laying in a bed in Alicia's and George home, far away from James.

She arose from the bed and stretched, moaning when she felt several wounds responding to this movement in a very unsatisfied way. She sat back down on the bed and looked at the clothes Alicia had given her to wear.

She slowly pulled the large t-shirt in which she had slept in over her head and instead pulled the bordeaux-coloured sweatshirt on. When she pulled her hair out of the hem of the shirt her eyes fell on the large envelope that was laying on the nightstand.

Alicia hadn't asked what was in it. She had just put it there the evening before and Angelina had already forgotten about it. She reached her hand out to take the envelope but just before her fingertips could touch the brown paper she pulled her hand back. Angelina shook her head silently and turned away from the envelope. She put the worn-out jeans on an slipped into the red fluffy slippers.

After running her hand through her hair once she went to the door and made her way to the kitchen, hoping to find Alicia there.

But when she opened the door to the kitchen, she was greeted by broad shoulders and red hair. She stopped in the doorway and swallowed hard, not sure if she should really enter.

"Alicia had to go to the hospital already." Angelina jumped when George spoke. She hadn't thought he would notice her standing behind her. George turned his head and motioned for her to sit down at the table. When Angelina entered the kitchen, she saw that a bowl of cereals was standing opposite from George's place.

"There's the milk." He said, not looking up while pointing to the bottle on the counter.

Angelina sat down at the table and looked down at her cereals. George continued with his breakfast as though she wasn't there. Angelina lifted her head and looked at him, seeing him for the first time in almost ten years. And again she felt that question coming into her mind.

"Why?" not realising until it was too late that she had asked this out aloud. George looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

"Why what?"

"Why do you hate me? What have I done that you started to hate me?" Angelina asked, forcing herself to stay calm, although she knew she was already shivering. George's eyebrows rose even farther. He shook his head and put his spoon down on the table. Then he arose from his chair and went towards the door.

"I don't like playing games, Angelina!" And with this he left her alone and went to the shop.