Ginny woke up the next morning with an owl chapping at the window. Although at 5:42 in the morning to Ginny it sounded more like banging. She had been up late last night with the party and was still recovering. She looked over at Hermione who had been undisturbed by the noise. Her hair was messy around her face, her mouth was open and there was a small patch of drool on her pillow. Lovely, if only Ron could see her now Ginny groaned inwardly and got up to open the window. She let the owl in, then untied the parchment from it's ankle, gave him some food and sat down on her bed to read the letter.

Dear Ginny,

Your father and I have some very important news to tell you. We're sorry to bother you so early as we know you must be tired from the party last night, but this really cannot wait. I can't tell you through this letter as others may be reading it, but just meet us at our usual place at 7 O'clock this morning. There's no need to worry Ron and the others until we decide what to do about this, so don't bother telling them.

From Molly

That's strange, she always ends letters with Take care Love, Mum Ginny didn't let it bother her for too long. She kept thinking there was something wrong and wanted to find out as quickly as possible. She wasn't sure what her Mum meant by the usual place, but she guessed it would be the wizard restaurant where they had met the last few times. She looked at the clock; she still had an hour of time to kill. She tiptoed to the bathroom, washed her hair and put on fresh clothes. Then without saying goodbye to Hermione she apparated.

Ginny was at the restaurant fifteen minutes early due to being so anxious, so she found a table inside and ordered a coffee to waken herself up. She read the menu over and over waiting for her parents to arrive. Thirty minutes and three coffees later she finally got tired of waiting. She paid the bill and went outside to see if her parents had meant to meet them out there.

When she got to the front of the restaurant there was no one in sight, just a few trees lining the shabby road.

"ARAMIUS!" someone yelled.

Whatever the spell had been it had no effect on Ginny. Harry's necklace was obviously working. Ginny spun round just in time to see a hooded figure put his fist in her face. Then everything went black.

Meanwhile back at the motel Harry, Ron and Hermione had woken up and gone for breakfast. They had obviously noticed Ginny wasn't there but they didn't think anything of it. She often went for long walks in the morning to clear her head.

"Wake up child!" ordered a voice. Ginny felt something sharp poke her but she made no attempt to open her eyes. Her head felt like a ton of bricks and she thought she may have broken her nose. She tried to remember what had happened. She remembered coming out of the restaurant and then….that man had knocked her unconscious! She suddenly became aware that she was tied up. Her eyes opened instantly and she blinked as she adjusted to the light. Standing over her was a tall pale man carrying a tray of food in his hands. Ginny was in a small room, with bare walls and no carpet. There were no windows, just a dim bare bulb hanging over head providing what little light the room had. Ginny screamed. He put down the tray and put his dirty hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. When she had calmed down he took it away and picked up the tray.

"Where am I?" Ginny asked.

"You are in top secret headquarters," he answered. Thanks for clearing that up

"Why am I here and why am I tied up?" Ginny demanded. Normally she was shy, but in the face of danger she was rough and tough. Even though in this situation he had the upper hand Ginny wasn't afraid.

"You are being held hostage, and you are obviously tied up so you won't try anything funny. You will be given more information later."

He put the food tray down next to her.

"Now eat!"

"How do you expect me to do that with my hands tied behind my back?"

"Don't be smart with me."

He pulled over a chair and threw Ginny on it. Then he took out a pocket knife and cut some of the ropes. He retied her in such a way that she could move her hands and her arms but her entire body was tied to the chair it would have been impossible even to crawl. Then he placed the tray on her lap and left the room slamming the door. Ginny heard it lock behind him. She thought about apparating, but her wand had been taking away from her so it seemed, for the moment at least, she was stuck here.

Not far away two people were standing in a dusty office. Neither of them were over twenty. One was sitting behind a desk, like a boss, the other standing in the doorway

"Boss, I don't think this is going to work."

"Be quiet what do you know."

"I know that whatever happened while we were at school ended a long time ago. Potter's changed. All he cares about is defeating the Dark Lord."

"I wouldn't be so sure. I think I know Potter pretty well. He has too much of a heart to let anything happen to her. That's always been his biggest weakness."

"Maybe it's yours too."

"Shut up. I'm never wrong."

"I wouldn't be so cocky Draco, one day it may come back and bite you in the ass."

The boss never liked working with this particular subject, mostly because they knew too much about his past. They had been in the same year as him at Hogwarts and there was nothing the boss hated more than to be called his real name. That was another life. He was a different person now, yet sometimes he wasn't really sure he was a person at all.

"I told you not to call me that ever."

"Why don't you just get rid of me then?" they challenged.

"I would've," replied Draco, "but you're far too good at what you do. There's no point in letting talent and connections like yours go to waste."

Now most of us when we think of talent we think of being able to whistle or write with both hands, but this was different. This talent could not be taught. It was a gift of a great misfortune happening in life. This gift could only be learnt by accident when a person experienced something terrible. This gift in many ways is a curse. For this person was able to tell the future. Not always, and not when they wanted, but when something important was going to happen they would get a feeling that would always be right. And this is why they were so important, and they knew it, when the final battle came they would know the outcome before it even began. The only problem with trusting someone from Ravenclaw is that they value their life, if the truth is not what you wanted to hear, they could always change it to suit you.

Sorry this took so unbelievbly long for me to update, but I have had so much homework and my family are visiting from Scotland. Also, my computer had a virus, so I wrote this chapter the first time and saved it and then it got deleted immediatly. Anyways, the reason I'm updating so late is because school is cancelled tomorrow cos the typhoon is coming. Yay! We are so deprived of vacations lol Okay, So review please, tell me what you think. Luv ya! ;)