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"Oh, very good, Minister, very good!" – Percy Weasley

A/N: Sorry to the 100th power (that probably sounded REALLY stupid…)! Just remember…don't hurt me…Well now u get to keep reading and reviewing, and reading and reviewing, and reading and reviewing, and reading and reviewing… o)

Oh yeah – I love all my reviewers – lemme give you that! ESPECIALLY if you've stayed with me through out all my horrible science fairs, all those boring and treacherous research papers, and all those utterly horrifying books we had to read and book reports…u were probably only there for the story – but hey! That's business! Lol – now shoo, and READ!

P.S. Right super sorry (again) about not updating in like 2000 years! I love you?

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Dumbledore looked from face to face, finally stopping at Draco's.

With a deep sigh he said, "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Ms. Weasley, and Mr. Malfoy, you must go into hiding."

Confusion took over the group.

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The lights above flickered in the already dim glow. The room was full of beds, all with identical white sheets and fluffy pillows. Right in the middle was a bed with small flowers painted on the bedpost, where a pretty girl sat, typing up her hair, and out of her face. Next to her bed was a small bedside table with nothing on it except a small book with a baby blue cover.

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Ginny stared out of the window closest to her in the Girls' sixth year dorms. She was all packed, and was waiting for someone to call her downstairs to go to Dumbledore's office.

As she sat she thought. Thought about how everyone was sleeping peacefully in their beds while horrible things happened elsewhere.

A few tears prickled out of her soft eyes. Her brother, Bill, was injured badly and in the hospital, while Narcissca Malfoy was dead.

She laid back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She had always had something special with her oldest brother Bill. He was always there for her, looking out for her, since the day she was born.

Sighing as she heard her name being called by Ron, she shrank her trunk and stuck it into her jean pocket. Pulling on a sweater and a jacket, she made her way downstairs, her thoughts in a jumble, her heart in one place.

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All was silent except the quiet snores of sleeping girls in their peaceful beds. Nothing stirred, except one girl right in the middle of the room, where flowers were painted on her bedpost. She stared up at the ceiling, wishing herself to sleep, but she was restless.

A "pop" sounded, and the girl sat up quickly in her bed. The "pop" would've gone unnoticed if the room full of girls was awake and talking, but at this time at night, it echoed through the halls.

Her dark purple eyes swept the room in one motion, as her hand reached for the wand on her night table.

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Ginny rushed into St. Mungos first, with Ron and Harry right behind her, and Draco trailing behind with a scowl on his face. He certainly didn't want to be here.

They practically stampeded to the front desk, with the exception of Draco, where a young and pretty witch sat. She had beautiful long blond curls that had Ginny wishing her hair was like that. An eyebrow raised when she looked up to see two sweating boys, one smirking boy, and an outraged red head glaring daggers at the two drooling guys.

"How can I help you?" she droned.

Harry opened his mouth but Ginny cut in without giving him a chance to speak, "Bill Weasley, we're relatives." She glanced over at Draco, "well, except him."

Surprised at no comeback from the pale boy she went on, "Which floor?"

The girl was the slowest person on the planet, or so Ginny thought. Pacing around she glowered at everything that looked her way. She kept telling herself that it was okay, and that Bill will be fine. She wanted to hurt the girl at the front desk…badly. Her brothers have told her before that she takes out stress in anger, but who the hell cares at a time like this?

Softly closing her eyes, and taking deep breaths, she told herself to calm down. She counted to 10 in her mind. "1…2…3…4…5…6…" And that's when she turned around, stomped over to the girl at the front desk, and hit her fist down on the desk.

"I WANT TO KNOW WHAT FLOOR MY BROTHER IS ON! YOU DO NOT HAVE TO TAKE THIS BLOODY MUCH TIME!" The girl had the dignity too look startled as Ron gasped and said, "Ginny!" That's when Harry told Ron that he said 'bloody' all the time.

"So?" Ron said defiantly, "Doesn't give her a reason to say it."

Ginny whipped around and glared at Ron, "Can you shut the hell up?"

Cowering in fright from his little sister he squeaked, "Yes."

"Floor 3" she droned rolling her eyes impolitely, "That way."

As Harry thanked her, Ginny and Ron pounded down the hall, Ginny a bit farther ahead than her brother. Draco strolled after them at a distance.

Ginny burst into the room, to find her brother surrounded by her whole family, not including Percy, whom she didn't consider as family anymore. Charlie was halfway sitting up, leaning on his right elbow. His bed was the farthest to the right, against the wall, next to an odd looking lady, who's leg was bent so awkwardly, it made Ginny shamefully wince.

"Charlie!" she shrieked, as she saw bruises and cuts covering his body from head to toe.

He smiled weakly as he noticed the petite redhead, "Hey Gin." He said quietly.

She automatically gave him a hug, and took a step back to look him over. "What happened? How did this happen?", her frown became fierce, "who did this to you?"

Charlie knew the wrath he was going to get as soon as he said, "It's order business Gin-bear."

"DON'T GIN-BEAR ME!" she lowered her voice, "Order business or NOT, you're my brother! What are they trying to do! Get you killed! I'M GOING TO TALK TO DUMBLEDORE ABOUT THIS!"

Ron, who had entered a while ago with Harry, said meekly, "Isn't that a bit…much?" Seeing the glare Ginny gave him, he shut up.

"Ginny dear," her mother tried, "There's nothing we can do. Charlie had to –"

Fred put in, "Get out of the house somehow, I mean, he was so bored on vacation, all alone at home –"

"He just had to go out and do something adventurous that would put him in some dangerous situation bring us –" George was cut off by Ginny.

"I'm going to find Dumbledore somehow, and I swear, when I will I am going to-"

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The dark haired girl slipped out of bed, silent as a mouse, and creeped over to the door. Her body ached all over from the day before, but she didn't make any movement to stop. She heard mumbled voices coming from her right, and maybe a bit farther ahead. She silently walked closer and closer to the voices, that were becoming louder and louder.

Turning the corner abruptly, she found a group of people in dark cloaks, their hoods pulled over their head.

Hearing a sound, one of the deatheaters jerked around. "Expelliarmus!"

Her wand flew out of her hands.Hyperventilating, she gathered her thoughts.

One of the silhouettes turned around and looked her over. "Ah, this is the one we're looking for." He started to come forward.

She closed her eyes.

He stood right in front of her.

She felt the warmth in her hands.

He reached out towards her.

Her hands were on fire. She opened her eyes, and they were no longer a dull purple. They were shining bright, an eerie purple and red. Her black hair flew around her. She brought her hands up and yelled "Indencia Navitas!"

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"That won't be necessary." Dumbledore said with a smile, putting a hand on Ginny's shoulder. But there was no twinkle in his eyes.

"Professor Dumbledore! You can't send Charlie OUT LIKE THIS! LOOK WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM!" Ginny raged, and just as she was about to open her mouth, Dumbledore shook his head.

"Could we discuss this later Miss Weasley? I do have someone to introduce to all of you. She will be staying with you." Not waiting for an answer from an outraged Ginny, he looked behind him and called, "Carissa?"

A girl with clear purple eyes, and midnight black hair reaching down her back entered, holding nothing but a small book with a baby blue cover.

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A/N: Hey! I know, I know, I didn't update in forever smacks herself on the head 20 times Thanks to ALL my revieweres! I mean it! holds up hands It was school's fault! But now that summer vacation is back, I will be updating o) Don't worry about that!

Review! Thanks again – hope you liked it (lol, I love joining random things here and there, such as the book with the baby blue cover!) I'll update soon! ducks from flying tomatoes I mean it! accepts flying flowers