It was almost noon and the sun was high in the sky. Harry wandered through the motel garden, kind of hoping to find Ginny, but mostly just to get away from the arguments of Ron and Hermione. They're like an old married couple and they haven't even gone on a real date yet, he thought to himself. A year ago it would have bothered him that his two best friends were more than just friends, but right now there were about a million things more important than useless worries.

Harry was thinking tactics. They could learn all the spells and charms in the world and still never get any closer to defeating Voldemort. He had too many supporters to even get close to him. It was like the four of them against the entire world of dark magic. Harry knew he could go to the Ministry of Magic for help, but he felt they would hold them back more than they would help them. He had decided that he needed to weaken Voldemort's support system. They first had to defeat some of his higher contacts, the ones who would fight for him with their lives and the ones who kept him informed on what the world was doing. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by Hermione.

"Oh, there you are Harry. Ron and I have been looking all over for you. I know where Ginny went. She isn't here anymore. I found a letter for Molly in our room asking Ginny to meet her. I think she may have been told some bad news because they met almost five hours ago…well aren't you going to say anything?"

"You haven't exactly given me a chance," Harry replied.

"Oh, sorry."

"Can I see the letter?" he asked. Hermione handed him the piece of paper that had been folded many times. He opened it slowly and read it.

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

"There's nothing unusual about bad news these days, so I don't think we should worry just yet," said Hermione.

"Yes, but there is something unusual about this letter. Molly always wants everyone to know where Ginny is. Especially if there was bad news she would want Ginny to tell us where she was going," Harry said.

Hermione looked confused, she took the letter out of Harry's hand and reread it.

"Where's the usual place?" she asked.

"I'm not totally sure, but I think she means that little restaurant where Ginny always meets her."

"It's probably nothing, but I think we should go check it out," said Hermione.

"Yeah, you're right. Let's go tell Ron."

Meanwhile, there was something wrong with Ginny. She was still tied up to that chair, as she had been for the last four hours. The food on her lap was still untouched and the smell of the cold soup had filled the room. Although Ginny being held hostage, that was not the most pressing matter on her mind. She had to pee, and badly. She had drunk three coffees and the ropes were extremely tight.
"Excuse me," she called. No one answered. She tried again.

"Excuse me!" again no answer.

"EXCUSE ME!" she decided the walls must be sound proof.

She looked down at her tray and picked up the plastic knife and fork and threw them at the door. No one answered. She looked down at the untouched food, she managed to pick up her soup bowl with her hands tied and threw it just as someone opened the door. Ginny gasped, not because the soup went flying into their face, but because of who was standing, covered in minestrone, in the doorway.

Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived at Ivy's Bar just as all the lunchers were arriving. They made sure no one saw them apparate by arriving a few minutes away. They all felt pretty sure Ginny and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would no longer be here, but they wanted to make sure first. They were right. There was no sign of them inside or out. Making sure that there was no one around, they apparated to the Burrow.

They found Mrs. Weasley in the garden doing her gardening the wizard way. There were weeds and flowers flying all over the place as she waved her wand around muttering spells. She stopped as soon as she saw the three of them. A pile of mud landed on Hermione's head and Ron laughed. Hermione slapped him.

"I wasn't expecting a visit from the three of you so soon, but I'm delighted to see you," Mrs.Weasley said coming over to hug each of them.

"Nice to see you too Mum," said Ron.

"So where's your sister? Didn't she want to see her old Mum?"

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other.

"I thought you and Dad were meeting with her earlier," said Ron.

"What do you mean? Arthur is at work and I've been here all day."

"So you don't know anything about the letter?"

Molly looked worried and Ron handed her the letter.

"I definitely didn't send this. Oh my gosh, my baby! What if something has happened to her?" Molly looked close to fainting.

"Don't worry just yet. We have to think this over. Let's go inside and I'll make us all a cup of tea," said Ron, helping his Mum up and leading her inside. Harry and Hermione followed.

Ginny felt so full of hate she thought she might burst, she almost forgot to feel fear. Almost. She kept her green eyes locked with those ice blue eyes that were staring at her from the doorway. She wasn't surprised at all that he was behind this, this living nightmare had just turned to hell.

"I'm surprised you've sunk as low as to do the dirty work yourself already, Draco," said Ginny in an icy voice. He flinched when she called him by his real name. Her face was icier than anything Draco had seen and that was saying something. If looks could kill Draco would be picking out his coffin right about now. What had happened at Hogwarts because of him was still fresh in Ginny's mind and it wasn't something she would ever forget, but if she had her way Malfoy would live to regret it.

"I'm not him anymore. My name is Facoy."

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "I don't suppose you chose that name yourself then?"

"Shut up weasel," he spat stepping into the room.

"I see the time apart hasn't made you any nicer."

"And I see it hasn't made you any smarter, I could kill you if I wanted and you don't even seem to care."

"You won't kill me. Not yet at least."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because Harry's not going to come looking for a dead body is he? And if you kill me you'll just piss him off even more than he already is. And at the moment I'd say he would feel pretty happy to take you with his bare hands."

"Hmm. Maybe you're a tiny bit smarter than I thought." It's not rocket science Malfoy.

"Well what was all that noise before? You better not have been trying to escape."

"I need to pee," Ginny stated simply.

Draco looked at her. "You disgust me weasel." Without untying her he grabbed the back of the chair and dragged her from the room banging her against the side of the door as they went. Draco may not have been paying much attention to where he was going, but Ginny certainly was. Her eyes were memorising everything. Seen as she had been unconscious when she arrived she hadn't seen the building outside of the small room she had been kept in.

As soon as they got out of the room there was a long corridor running off in both directions, the walls were blank and there were about ten doors on both sides. Maybe it's an office building. He turned right and walked down the corridor still dragging Ginny behind him. They reached the end of the corridor and turned right. Ginny looked to the left and saw that there was just a dead end. In front of them was a large door, Draco pushed it open and they were standing in a bathroom. Great so there's no way out this way atleast. Draco stared at Ginny.

"Well, how do you expect me to pee if I'm all tied up like this?"

He pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket, flipped it open and held it close to Ginny's throat. Then he cut the rope loose and shoved her into one of the stalls.

"Don't try anything funny," Draco warned.

Ginny used the toilet and as the water flushed away she tried to think quickly. She could try and attack Draco, but he had that knife and probably a wand and even if he didn't he was much stronger than her. She decided that for now it was best to do nothing. If she tried anything he probably wouldn't even allow her to use the bathroom. She stepped out of the stall and remained still. Draco grabbed the chair in one hand and Ginny's wrist in the other. The segments of rope lay strewn across the bathroom floor. He pulled her roughly back to the room and shoved her in, retied her and locked the door without saying a word. Ginny noticed that there was no guard outside the door which was probably why no one had heard her at first. Her brain was already working away forming a plan. She knew she couldn't wait for Harry or Ron or anyone else to save her. In these times you just had to save yourself.