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Chapter 7- Going Home.
As soon as the green flames subsided, Ginny stepped out into her parents' living room.
And to her surprise it was full of people, all with their backs to her leaning down on a table and talking.
'Ermm. Dad?'-she tried, since no one seemed to notice her arrival.
'Not now Ginny, we're busy with your rescue plan!'
'Ginny!?'-they all turned around with an expression of disbelief on their faces.
'Yes, it's me dad.'
Her mom immediately got up from the couch and ran to her but Mad eye Moody stopped her before she could get to Ginny.
'Wait a minute Molly, we don't know if she is the real Ginny.'-he growled as he looked at her suspiciously.
'Well, ask her something only she would know.'-came a voice from the back of the small crowd. Ginny took a peck at the person with the familiar voice and was happy to see that her brother Bill was there.
'I know what to ask her! Ginny, what did I give you last year as a birthday gift?'-came the voice of her other brother, Charlie. It looked like a family reunion, and that would be nice if it wasn't for the circumstances.
'You gave me a necklace with a small dragon on it.'
'That's not good enough! Anyone could know that! Ask her something more private!'- growled Moody once again.
At that, Ginny decided that it was best to say something to convince them, before her mom asked something embarrassing, like what was the color of her underwear in front of everybody.
'Mom still calls Ron her little Ronnie, Fred and George have tons of magazines of playwicth in their room, and Percy has a picture of Penelope under his pillow!'-she said in one blow. All her family was red to the ears, but better them then her.
'Well it's our Ginny allright.'-said her father with a bit of humor in his voice.
And at that it seemed that everyone in the room rushed to hug her, kiss her and ask where she had been.
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'Well, let's go through this one more time Miss Weasley. '-said the ministry auror.
Ginny was tired of this. Ever since she got back home, everyone was asking the same questions over and over again.
Where have you been? What happened in Fudges' office? Did you see any of the Death Eaters' Faces? And on top of it all, who was commanding them, and why did they took you along.
What was she going to say? That a newer version of Voldemort was on the loose and on top of that he fancied her. She could see their faces, looking politely puzzled, and the question that followed:
'And why miss Weasley would he fancy you?'-they would ask.
And then she would have to talk about her first year. Her horrible first year, and all the things he had said to her then.
No. Those things were fine where they were. In the past. That's where they belonged. She couldn't tell anyone what he had told her, particularly about. some things. Her secrets. Secrets she hid even from herself.
The auror looked at her and waited for her to repeat the story. A story she had made short on purpose. No point in telling them a few things, so she made very believable, short-but-true version of the events.
All that they needed to know was that Voldemort was now younger, that she didn't know where she had been, and that someone she didn't see helped her to get her out.
Sounded rather strange when she put it like that. But it was the truth.
She told the story one more time to the woman in front of her, wile she took notes with a quick quote quill. If she had to talk with one more auror, she would scream her heart out. She was tired, she was hungry and on top of it all she was still in those bloody black robes.
'Well miss Weasley, are you sure that's all? Didn't you see anything else? Like a face? Or a particular mark on any off their hands or arms?'-she asked like all the ones before her.
'No.'-she could tell her that they were all wearing really long robes, so she couldn't even see their hands, but she was too tired to elaborate.
It seemed that the woman wasn't going to let go that easy, so she prepared herself for another round of questions. She did, in fact open her mouth to speak, but a familiar voice came from the door of the room that stopped her.
'That will be all, thank you Miss Nispen. I think Miss Weasley has had enough questions for today.'-said Albus Dumbledore as he strode in to the Weasleys' living room.
'Yes sir. Thank you for your time Miss Weasley.'-with that she shook Ginnys hand and left the room.
'Well Miss Weasley, I would love to hear what happened, but I think that you may be too tired to tell it all over again.'-he said with the familiar twinkle in his eyes.
'Yes sir. I would like to go to my room.'-she replied in a sleepy voice.
'Yes, yes, off course. But before that I would like to ask you just one thing.'
'Sir?'
'Is there anything you would like to tell me? Anything at all?'
It seemed to her that for a moment Dumbledore knew what had really happened.
She looked at him for a moment, contemplating the possibility of telling him. How nice it would be to tell someone what had happened. To have someone that would understand.
But he wouldn't understand. No one would. So she chose not to say anything.
'No Sir.'-she finally let out.
'Well then.'-said Dumbledore looking disappointed-'Off to bed with you!'
Ginny left the living room, into the over crowded kitchen, and from there to her room.
It was very late at night, and she had to get up early in the morning to catch the train. Her vacation was going to finish one week sooner then expected but that didn't bother her. She knew she was going somewhere safe.
Now all she could think about was to get in bed and rest.
But as soon as she got to her room, she found another problem. Her bed looked very comfy and inviting, but she couldn't sleep. Tom could get in to her dreams. And she was quite sure that he knew about her escaping him. So if she went to sleep right now, she would have to deal with him. And an angry Tom was the last thing she wanted to dream about.
So instead, she took of her clothes, put on her pajamas, and sat on the bed hearing Hermione sleep.
She would just have to stay awake all night.
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Voldemort went down the familiar corridor, in the direction of his room. It was time to start again where he had left off. His prize should be asleep by now. He didn't mean to stay away so long, but it seemed that every time he tried to get closer to her, something would happen.
Well nothing would stop him now.
He took out the key of the room, and headed for the door, but suddenly he stopped on his tracks.
The door was ajar.
He quickened his pace and opened the door of the room. It was empty. Not a trace of Ginny in it.
He looked around the corridor. If she had somehow found a way out of the room, there was not a chance that she could find her way out of the dungeons. He made his way down the corridor, to the mirror room, when something caught his attention.
The necklace he gave her was lying on the floor.
He picked up the small silver snake, wile cursing his luck. All that he needed now was for her to find the only fire place connected to the floo network, and he would lose her. But that was silly; there wasn't a pinch of floo powder in the whole castle. Besides the fireplace could only work if she knew how to start a fire in it.
He entered the mirror room, and tried to use the snake mirror to find the girl. He would know in just a few seconds, where in which part of the dungeon she was.
'Find Ginny Weasly!'-he said to the mirror. The mirrors' surface waved like water and seconds later the figure of a very sleepy girl appeared on it. And much to his anger she was not in the dungeons. She was in her room.
How on earth she managed that he didn't know, but he would find out as soon as she fell asleep.
He waited all night, wile he watched the girl, but she didn't sleep. She was all night doing her best not to let the sleep win her over.
'You can't stay awake forever little one! Sooner or later you'll have to face me!'
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The next morning, Ginny got out of the bed, and went strait for the bathroom. The fact that she had not slept all night was quite visible in her eyes.
She had to do something about that. Moments later she heard her mothers' voice from outside, knocking on her bedroom door.
'Girls time to wake up. I'm downstairs making breakfast. Hurry up, and come and eat.'
That gave Ginny an idea. Her mom had a bottle of Miss Rachel dark eyes fixer cream, in her room, that she used after the sleepless nights the twins gave her. All she needed was a little.
She got out of the bathroom and made her way to her mothers' room, wile everyone was getting up. She knocked on the door, but there was no answer. It seemed that her dad had already got up too.
She got in and took the bottle form her mothers' dresser. It was almost empty. It seemed that the twins were still keeping her awake.
She put a little under her eyes, and the darkness instantly disappeared. She looked much better now.
Quickly, she got out of the room, and went downstairs to the kitchen. To her surprise it was still full. There were people taking the food from the table, putting it in a tray and going in to the living room, or outside with it. The only ones sitting at the table were her brothers, Charlie and Percy.
She sat down beside Charlie, and grabbed the milk and a few pieces of toast. She was starving, but it was hard to eat when she had to move over so that someone could get to the toast pile, or grab the milk jug.
'Why are all these people still here?'-she asked her brother.
'They are aurors. After what happened in the ministry, they are not using the building anymore. They say it's not safe. So they established their operations here.'- said Percy between bites of his toast.
One by one, all her brothers, Harry and Hermione came to the kitchen, where to her relief, no one asked her what had happened. She guessed they already knew. After all those times she had to tell her story, she guessed that everyone knew.
After breakfast they all went to get their bags, and put them in the ministry cars that were waiting outside.
She got in to a car with Harry, Hermione, Ron and Bill, wile the rest of them tried to fit in the two others cars.
As soon as the car took off, it seemed that all the eyes were looking at her.
'What?'-she let out, feeling a bit on the spotlight.
'Nothing.'-everyone said wile looking the other way.
Moments later they were all looking at Ginny again, out off the corner of their eyes.
'What???' Will you guys stop staring at me? Did I grow another nose or something?'-she let out, this time starting to feel a bit annoyed.
'Well, you see. We were wondering. If you could tell us what happened.'- Hermione finally said.
Ginny took a deep breath to calm down.
'I already told that story at least ten times yesterday. Don't tell me you don't know what happened?!'
'We do, but we wanted to hear it from you. You didn't say why they didn't kill you, or why they took you with them.'-said Ron.
'I don't know why they didn't kill me, or why they took me with them, so stop nagging me.'
They were all looking at her, with an expression of disbelief on their faces. It was quite clear that the story that had been convincing enough for the aurors wasn't enough for them. But she really didn't care right now, all that she wanted was to get to the train, and from the train to Hogwarts. Maybe there she could get some sleep.
They arrived at Kings Cross just a few minutes before eleven. The drivers and the aurors that were with them took their luggage to the train, wile they tried to find an empty carriage.
Ginny was saying goodbye to her parents when she noticed an unpleasant face. The Malfoys were saying goodbye to their son, but Malfoy Senior seemed to be viewing her with a look of great dislike.
She got on the train along with her brothers. Finding a place to sit wasn't hard since not all the parents were sending their kids early to Hogwarts. That made Ginny wonder why Malfoy was going so early, since he had nothing to be afraid off. Every parent that worked in the ministry had sent their kids off, as well as lots of Muggle parents that had heard of the news.
No one wanted to take a chance with the Death Eaters on the loose.
The train started moving, and Ginny waved goodbye to her parents. After a wile they started talking about the attack, of what the ministry was going to do and of who was going to be the new minister.
Later Neville joined them, as well as Seamus.
Wile they were talking Malfoy passed on the corridor more then once, though Ginny seemed to be the only one to notice, since the rest of them were too busy talking to pay attention to the people who were passing.
She waited a bit and there he was again looking at her with a strange look. She tried to figure out what the look was. It wasn't dislike like his father, or anger or even curiosity. She just didn't know.
He stopped by the door, and for a moment she thought he was going to come in. But he hesitated for a second and got out of sight.
Later the train stopped and they made the usual ritual of going to the horseless carriages. When they finally arrived at the Great hall, and sat down for the feast, she felt secure for the first time since her strange dream.
She was safe.
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AN- Well first of all I would like to thank my reviewers. You are my inspiration, and my motivation. Thank you.
Second I would like to thank my wonderful beta readers Phoenix and Princess Rachel.
Please keep reviewing; you know that I love it!
Chapter 7- Going Home.
As soon as the green flames subsided, Ginny stepped out into her parents' living room.
And to her surprise it was full of people, all with their backs to her leaning down on a table and talking.
'Ermm. Dad?'-she tried, since no one seemed to notice her arrival.
'Not now Ginny, we're busy with your rescue plan!'
'Ginny!?'-they all turned around with an expression of disbelief on their faces.
'Yes, it's me dad.'
Her mom immediately got up from the couch and ran to her but Mad eye Moody stopped her before she could get to Ginny.
'Wait a minute Molly, we don't know if she is the real Ginny.'-he growled as he looked at her suspiciously.
'Well, ask her something only she would know.'-came a voice from the back of the small crowd. Ginny took a peck at the person with the familiar voice and was happy to see that her brother Bill was there.
'I know what to ask her! Ginny, what did I give you last year as a birthday gift?'-came the voice of her other brother, Charlie. It looked like a family reunion, and that would be nice if it wasn't for the circumstances.
'You gave me a necklace with a small dragon on it.'
'That's not good enough! Anyone could know that! Ask her something more private!'- growled Moody once again.
At that, Ginny decided that it was best to say something to convince them, before her mom asked something embarrassing, like what was the color of her underwear in front of everybody.
'Mom still calls Ron her little Ronnie, Fred and George have tons of magazines of playwicth in their room, and Percy has a picture of Penelope under his pillow!'-she said in one blow. All her family was red to the ears, but better them then her.
'Well it's our Ginny allright.'-said her father with a bit of humor in his voice.
And at that it seemed that everyone in the room rushed to hug her, kiss her and ask where she had been.
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'Well, let's go through this one more time Miss Weasley. '-said the ministry auror.
Ginny was tired of this. Ever since she got back home, everyone was asking the same questions over and over again.
Where have you been? What happened in Fudges' office? Did you see any of the Death Eaters' Faces? And on top of it all, who was commanding them, and why did they took you along.
What was she going to say? That a newer version of Voldemort was on the loose and on top of that he fancied her. She could see their faces, looking politely puzzled, and the question that followed:
'And why miss Weasley would he fancy you?'-they would ask.
And then she would have to talk about her first year. Her horrible first year, and all the things he had said to her then.
No. Those things were fine where they were. In the past. That's where they belonged. She couldn't tell anyone what he had told her, particularly about. some things. Her secrets. Secrets she hid even from herself.
The auror looked at her and waited for her to repeat the story. A story she had made short on purpose. No point in telling them a few things, so she made very believable, short-but-true version of the events.
All that they needed to know was that Voldemort was now younger, that she didn't know where she had been, and that someone she didn't see helped her to get her out.
Sounded rather strange when she put it like that. But it was the truth.
She told the story one more time to the woman in front of her, wile she took notes with a quick quote quill. If she had to talk with one more auror, she would scream her heart out. She was tired, she was hungry and on top of it all she was still in those bloody black robes.
'Well miss Weasley, are you sure that's all? Didn't you see anything else? Like a face? Or a particular mark on any off their hands or arms?'-she asked like all the ones before her.
'No.'-she could tell her that they were all wearing really long robes, so she couldn't even see their hands, but she was too tired to elaborate.
It seemed that the woman wasn't going to let go that easy, so she prepared herself for another round of questions. She did, in fact open her mouth to speak, but a familiar voice came from the door of the room that stopped her.
'That will be all, thank you Miss Nispen. I think Miss Weasley has had enough questions for today.'-said Albus Dumbledore as he strode in to the Weasleys' living room.
'Yes sir. Thank you for your time Miss Weasley.'-with that she shook Ginnys hand and left the room.
'Well Miss Weasley, I would love to hear what happened, but I think that you may be too tired to tell it all over again.'-he said with the familiar twinkle in his eyes.
'Yes sir. I would like to go to my room.'-she replied in a sleepy voice.
'Yes, yes, off course. But before that I would like to ask you just one thing.'
'Sir?'
'Is there anything you would like to tell me? Anything at all?'
It seemed to her that for a moment Dumbledore knew what had really happened.
She looked at him for a moment, contemplating the possibility of telling him. How nice it would be to tell someone what had happened. To have someone that would understand.
But he wouldn't understand. No one would. So she chose not to say anything.
'No Sir.'-she finally let out.
'Well then.'-said Dumbledore looking disappointed-'Off to bed with you!'
Ginny left the living room, into the over crowded kitchen, and from there to her room.
It was very late at night, and she had to get up early in the morning to catch the train. Her vacation was going to finish one week sooner then expected but that didn't bother her. She knew she was going somewhere safe.
Now all she could think about was to get in bed and rest.
But as soon as she got to her room, she found another problem. Her bed looked very comfy and inviting, but she couldn't sleep. Tom could get in to her dreams. And she was quite sure that he knew about her escaping him. So if she went to sleep right now, she would have to deal with him. And an angry Tom was the last thing she wanted to dream about.
So instead, she took of her clothes, put on her pajamas, and sat on the bed hearing Hermione sleep.
She would just have to stay awake all night.
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Voldemort went down the familiar corridor, in the direction of his room. It was time to start again where he had left off. His prize should be asleep by now. He didn't mean to stay away so long, but it seemed that every time he tried to get closer to her, something would happen.
Well nothing would stop him now.
He took out the key of the room, and headed for the door, but suddenly he stopped on his tracks.
The door was ajar.
He quickened his pace and opened the door of the room. It was empty. Not a trace of Ginny in it.
He looked around the corridor. If she had somehow found a way out of the room, there was not a chance that she could find her way out of the dungeons. He made his way down the corridor, to the mirror room, when something caught his attention.
The necklace he gave her was lying on the floor.
He picked up the small silver snake, wile cursing his luck. All that he needed now was for her to find the only fire place connected to the floo network, and he would lose her. But that was silly; there wasn't a pinch of floo powder in the whole castle. Besides the fireplace could only work if she knew how to start a fire in it.
He entered the mirror room, and tried to use the snake mirror to find the girl. He would know in just a few seconds, where in which part of the dungeon she was.
'Find Ginny Weasly!'-he said to the mirror. The mirrors' surface waved like water and seconds later the figure of a very sleepy girl appeared on it. And much to his anger she was not in the dungeons. She was in her room.
How on earth she managed that he didn't know, but he would find out as soon as she fell asleep.
He waited all night, wile he watched the girl, but she didn't sleep. She was all night doing her best not to let the sleep win her over.
'You can't stay awake forever little one! Sooner or later you'll have to face me!'
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The next morning, Ginny got out of the bed, and went strait for the bathroom. The fact that she had not slept all night was quite visible in her eyes.
She had to do something about that. Moments later she heard her mothers' voice from outside, knocking on her bedroom door.
'Girls time to wake up. I'm downstairs making breakfast. Hurry up, and come and eat.'
That gave Ginny an idea. Her mom had a bottle of Miss Rachel dark eyes fixer cream, in her room, that she used after the sleepless nights the twins gave her. All she needed was a little.
She got out of the bathroom and made her way to her mothers' room, wile everyone was getting up. She knocked on the door, but there was no answer. It seemed that her dad had already got up too.
She got in and took the bottle form her mothers' dresser. It was almost empty. It seemed that the twins were still keeping her awake.
She put a little under her eyes, and the darkness instantly disappeared. She looked much better now.
Quickly, she got out of the room, and went downstairs to the kitchen. To her surprise it was still full. There were people taking the food from the table, putting it in a tray and going in to the living room, or outside with it. The only ones sitting at the table were her brothers, Charlie and Percy.
She sat down beside Charlie, and grabbed the milk and a few pieces of toast. She was starving, but it was hard to eat when she had to move over so that someone could get to the toast pile, or grab the milk jug.
'Why are all these people still here?'-she asked her brother.
'They are aurors. After what happened in the ministry, they are not using the building anymore. They say it's not safe. So they established their operations here.'- said Percy between bites of his toast.
One by one, all her brothers, Harry and Hermione came to the kitchen, where to her relief, no one asked her what had happened. She guessed they already knew. After all those times she had to tell her story, she guessed that everyone knew.
After breakfast they all went to get their bags, and put them in the ministry cars that were waiting outside.
She got in to a car with Harry, Hermione, Ron and Bill, wile the rest of them tried to fit in the two others cars.
As soon as the car took off, it seemed that all the eyes were looking at her.
'What?'-she let out, feeling a bit on the spotlight.
'Nothing.'-everyone said wile looking the other way.
Moments later they were all looking at Ginny again, out off the corner of their eyes.
'What???' Will you guys stop staring at me? Did I grow another nose or something?'-she let out, this time starting to feel a bit annoyed.
'Well, you see. We were wondering. If you could tell us what happened.'- Hermione finally said.
Ginny took a deep breath to calm down.
'I already told that story at least ten times yesterday. Don't tell me you don't know what happened?!'
'We do, but we wanted to hear it from you. You didn't say why they didn't kill you, or why they took you with them.'-said Ron.
'I don't know why they didn't kill me, or why they took me with them, so stop nagging me.'
They were all looking at her, with an expression of disbelief on their faces. It was quite clear that the story that had been convincing enough for the aurors wasn't enough for them. But she really didn't care right now, all that she wanted was to get to the train, and from the train to Hogwarts. Maybe there she could get some sleep.
They arrived at Kings Cross just a few minutes before eleven. The drivers and the aurors that were with them took their luggage to the train, wile they tried to find an empty carriage.
Ginny was saying goodbye to her parents when she noticed an unpleasant face. The Malfoys were saying goodbye to their son, but Malfoy Senior seemed to be viewing her with a look of great dislike.
She got on the train along with her brothers. Finding a place to sit wasn't hard since not all the parents were sending their kids early to Hogwarts. That made Ginny wonder why Malfoy was going so early, since he had nothing to be afraid off. Every parent that worked in the ministry had sent their kids off, as well as lots of Muggle parents that had heard of the news.
No one wanted to take a chance with the Death Eaters on the loose.
The train started moving, and Ginny waved goodbye to her parents. After a wile they started talking about the attack, of what the ministry was going to do and of who was going to be the new minister.
Later Neville joined them, as well as Seamus.
Wile they were talking Malfoy passed on the corridor more then once, though Ginny seemed to be the only one to notice, since the rest of them were too busy talking to pay attention to the people who were passing.
She waited a bit and there he was again looking at her with a strange look. She tried to figure out what the look was. It wasn't dislike like his father, or anger or even curiosity. She just didn't know.
He stopped by the door, and for a moment she thought he was going to come in. But he hesitated for a second and got out of sight.
Later the train stopped and they made the usual ritual of going to the horseless carriages. When they finally arrived at the Great hall, and sat down for the feast, she felt secure for the first time since her strange dream.
She was safe.
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AN- Well first of all I would like to thank my reviewers. You are my inspiration, and my motivation. Thank you.
Second I would like to thank my wonderful beta readers Phoenix and Princess Rachel.
Please keep reviewing; you know that I love it!