Ginny lay back on the bed wishing she was anywhere than the musty old bed. Her captor had been gone for at least an hour and Ginny didn't move the entire time. Her brain felt numb. She just wanted to sleep, but her position was so uncomfortable that her body would not let her rest. She stared at the canopy of the bed for who knows how long, thinking. Lucious Malfoy was related to her loony bin jail guard. That was what this place was to her, a jail. She had said her uncle would be home by the holidays, she must have meant escaped from Azkaban. And his boss wanted to se him too, she obviously meant Voldemort. Ginny couldn't help feel sorry for Sammy, she was mixed up in something she probably didn't understand. Ginny lay there for at least another hour, at this point her wrists were rubbed raw from trying to release themselves. Ginny discovered that she would not be able to remove herself by pulling at the ropes. The only thing she could do was chew herself free. But Ginny didn't chew anymore for now, she would when it was completely safe. It would take several hours and she didn't want to be caught.

Finally Sammy came back and she looked delighted. She whipped out her wand and conjured a cot. Ginny couldn't help thinking how advanced she was for age. She placed a pillow and a thin cotton blanket upon it. She then severed Ginny's bonds in certain places so she would still have her legs and hands tied. She then drug Ginny to the cot. Made her lay down, and conjured more tight ropes.

"Do you sleep on your stomach, back, or side." Sammy said with an air of superiority.

"Back", was the total of Ginny's reply.

"Alrighty then, get comfy." Sammy then sent a spell at the sheets on the bed which caused them to ripple like a mighty wind had just blown over then. When the movement stopped the sheets looked good as new.

"Well", the raven haired girl began, "I have some very hot gossip for you." Ginny stared at her blankly. "It's about Harry and his escapades since you've been gone." Ginny's ears perked up and she began to listen closely though she gave no outward sign of doing so. "Your so called 'love of your life' has cheated on you." Ginny was still motionless, she didn't know if she should believe her. "Would you like to know who with?" No movement, she would say whether Ginny answered or not. "Lindsay Neilson."

Sammy wore a smug smile on her face as she watched Ginny's blank face contort into one of utter disbelief. "What!" Ginny said loudly trying to pull herself up and failing.

"You heard me", Sammy grinned, "He kissed her you know, right after he got my, I mean your note."

"No", Ginny said shaking, "your lying, I know your are. Harry wouldn't do that to me, never. He, he loves me." Ginny said this as though it were a question. She looked at Sammy with pleading eyes, she found no comfort there. They were cold and black, staring at her with a look of pure glee.

"I hate you", Ginny said


"But how?" Ron said incredulously.

"I don't know!", Hermione said, "But we have to."

"Your right", Harry sighed, "Ginny didn't write that, she loves me . I know she does."

"Of course she does", Hermione said sternly.

"and I betrayed her", Harry held his head in his hands. "I'm a horrible person, an absolute pig."

"Harry , stop. Yeah you did betray her, but nobody's perfect. Ginny betrayed you too."

"What!" Harry exclaimed, jumping to his feet.

"oops", she said quietly, "guess she didn't tell you about that."

"Explain!", Harry ordered.

"Well, when you two first started dating , you know that she was still dating Dean. Well she dated him and you for another two weeks, you knew that right?"

"No", Harry said, "but I mean that's not really the same. We weren't in love at the time."

"Well even so", Lindsay explained, "nobody's perfect. You made a mistake, move on."

"What is going on here!", Ron said confused, "What are you all talking about?"

"Uh", Hermione began, "Harry, um, he well, he kissed, uh, Lindsay."

"Harry!", Ron accused, "How dare you do that to my baby sister!"

"Drop it Ron", Hermione warned with a hiss.

"No!", Ron exclaimed, "You promised me you would treat her right! You lied!"

"I'm sorry", Harry said rather lamely.

"You've got to understand Ron, Harry was confused. He thought Ginny had just broke up him." Hermione almost pleaded.

"Don't make excuses for me Hermione, I did lie I'm sorry Ron. I really am."

"I'm still mad at you" , Ron said stiffly, "but with the issues at hand, I'll leave it be."

"Thanks", Harry said quietly.

Hermione and Lindsay sat on the couch by the fire while Ron and Harry stood pacing. "But where can she be!", Harry said with frustration.

"Well, I mean we should probably tell Dumbledore , or McGonagal", Ron voiced tentatively.

"Yes , but not now, it's best if we find her ourselves tonight. If we don't then we can tell someone tomorrow." Ron, Hermione, and Lindsay exchanged glances. Harry wasn't making any sense. It was probably better to tell an adult tonight but they went along with it.

"Okay", Harry went on, "we best split up. Hermione you come with me. Ron you go with Lindsay." Lindsay threw a unhappy glance at Harry but didn't say anything. "Alright then, its seven o'clock now, lets meet back up at say, ten. Here in the common room. Wait here just a moment and I'll go get the cloak."

Hermione and Ron stood together looking worried, but Lindsay looked confused. "Why do we need a cloak."

"Because", Hermione explained, "it isn't a normal cloak. Its an invisibility cloak."

Lindsay made a soft Wow with her mouth and didn't say anything else. When Harry got back he told Lindsay and Ron to take the cloak, and He and Hermione would do without. "Now", Harry dictated, " We'll take the eastern Half of the building. Ron and Lindsay, you can take the west half." Ron nodded and went on his way, Lindsay looking sad, followed.

"You know she doesn't like him don't you?" Hermione asked pleasantly, as they walked down the corridors.

"Yes", Harry answered quietly, " But I needed a girl to be with me so I could keep a level head."

"Why not Lindsay?" Hermione countered while opening a broom cupboard and peering inside.

"Because", Harry sighed, "I still fell really bad about kissing her, I even said she was pretty. Not that she isn't but I mean I shouldn't say things like that to anyone but my girlfriend. Who is currently being held up by a lunatic. I just can't look Lindsay in the eye right now. Not till Ginny's back in my arms."

Hermione was quiet for some time until she finally answered him, "I understand Harry It's just that Lindsay doesn't hold anything against you. So you shouldn't either, I'm not saying you should get off blemish free. You'll have to tell Ginny, she'd want to find out from you."

They didn't talk for a while they just wandered up and down obscure little hallways and unlocked classrooms that were covered with the grit and grime of the ages.


"Not in here either", Ron said. He was basically making conversation to himself as Lindsay would not answer him, she wouldn't look at him either.

"So why did you let him kiss you?" Ron unexpectedly said as they were looking through the kitchens. Little houselves offering them food at every turn.

"I didn't let him", she related, "he just kinda sprung it on me, I didn't ask him too or anything."

"Why do you dislike me so much?" Ron asked while eating a custard cream.

"Because", she said slightly annoyed, "You treat Ginny like she's a five year old, also you never say anything very intelligent. I don't know what Hermione sees in you."

Ron didn't answer for a long while he just ate éclairs and looked through dusty rooms.

"You know", he said, "I only do it because I love her, I don't want her to get hurt."

"Even so, she's not that little girl you grew up with, and everybody has to get hurt sometime. Otherwise it's not life it's some stupid fairytale that no one really believes in." Lindsay answered him and looked up so she could see his face.

"Your probably right", he sighed, "But it's hard to se your baby sister grow up. She's in love with my best mate, it's hard to comprehend that kind of thing. I still see her as little Ginny who's afraid of lawn gnomes. Not grown up Ginny who can fall in love and take care of herself."

"Yes", Lindsay said quietly, "I suppose I'm a bit of a hypocrite. My little sisters eleven, she'll be n Hogwarts next year, It's difficult to see her grow."

It seemed they had gained an understanding for one another and didn't talk anymore, there wasn't any need. They had worked out their issues, finding Ginny was at the top of the list now.


"You hate me", she laughed. "I expected no less from you. Redheads always seem to have a nasty temper."

"Oh really! I wouldn't have any idea why I'd have a temper right now!" Ginny spoke sarcastically, still trying to free herself from her cot.

"Tut-tut", Sammy smiled, " Be nice, you wouldn't want to bite the hand that feeds you."

"Why not!" Ginny challenged dramatically.

"Because the hand that feeds you might have slipped a little something into your food"

"What did you put in it!" Ginny half screamed half cried.

"Oh don't bother yourself about that, it should kick in in a bit." Sammy threw her head back and laughed manically.

Ginny was afraid, she didn't have a clue as to what was pumping through her veins right now, was it poison? She dared not to ask herself things like that.


"Harry", Hermione said, "we should head back." So they did, and they found Lindsay sitting in a chair, and Ron lounging on a couch.

"I guess you didn't find anything then?" Harry asked knowing what they were going to say but not wanting them to.

"No Harry we didn't find a thing." Ron said sadly.

"I'm really sorry." Lindsay added as an afterthought.

"We didn't find so much as a hair from her head", Hermione concluded, "It's like she's just vanished."

They sat for a while thinking of odd schemes on how to find Ginny, each stupider than the last.

"We should sleep", Hermione suggested. No one answered, they just went off to their dorms.

Harry pulled off his robes in a completely exhausted way. He rifled through his trunk looking for some clean night clothes. Ron was already asleep by the time Harry pulled on the checkered pajamas. Harry sat his wand on his nightstand when something caught his eye.

It was the Marauders Map, he thought he had cleared it the last time he used it. Apparently he didn't, he picked up the map with full intention of wiping it clean when he saw a small dot labeled Ginerva Weasley.


A/N Relle relle sorry about how long it took to update! But please don't rush me, my friend is going through some tough times so I haven't had a lot of spare time to write. But thanx for all my reviews I think this is the most reviewed chappy I've ever had! Any whoo i relle need to go wash some dishes for the mama cita, Please review! Review! Review! LOL so see ya next chap! Toodaloo!

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