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A/N: This is the last of the small trilogy of corrections. Please, R&R!

Chapter 10: Missing

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Ginny awoke with a dizzying start. She looked around her, expecting to be in her bed in her room, watching Hermione make her bed (Hermione always got up at 6, and when she was done with her morning routine, she would make her bed).

This is not what Ginny saw. She was not in bed, but on a dirty floor in chains. There was a small window near the ceiling on the wall, which was the only source of light, other than behind a door up the flight of steps in the room. It smelled of mold, and there were dead rats and bones scattered about on the floor. There was also dried blood in many places. She took all of this in in only five seconds or less.

Where am I? Ginny thought fearfully.

The question was left unanswered as a man in a dark cloak made his way toward her. He seemed familiar, but the cloak disguised him.

"Imperio!" the man said, pointing his wand at Ginny.

Immediately, Ginny felt the effects of the curse. She, like her father, did not know how to fight it.

Stay here, a voice echoed inside her head. Ginny obeyed. The man left the room and came back with a goblet with some sort of potion in it.

Drink this. She immediately drank it and fell asleep. The man pulled out a few out her hairs and put them in a small, crystal, green vial.

Simultaneously at the Burrow, Harry woke up with a disorienting start. He had a feeling that something wasn't right. He looked over at Ron, who was peacefully snoring, muttering something about Hermione in his sleep. The sun was just visible from the window. But Harry knew something wasn't right. He didn't hear Hermione up and about, reading or whatever she does at 6 am every day. He didn't hear pots and pans clanging in the kitchen, meaning breakfast was being cooked. He didn't even hear Mr. Weasley getting ready for work. It seemed that no one but himself was awake.

He got up and went to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's room. They were both sound asleep, Mr. Weasley looking even more worn out than Mrs. Weasley. His clothes from yesterday were still on. Harry frowned, wondering why Mr. Weasley didn't even change. He then went to Hermione and Ginny's room. Hermione was snoozing, an unusual behavior for her, and Ginny was gone!

He had to wake someone up. Ginny was gone! Where could she have been? Don't panic, she may be still here, Harry thought to himself. He went downstairs. It was empty, and Harry felt a cold, stagnant draft. He checked the kitchen, the dining room...no one. He finally went outside. No Ginny. She was most definitely missing. He went to check the clock about Ginny's condition. It said "away", not "mortal peril", though Harry was pretty sure that if the clock had two hands per person, it'd be pointing there, to.

He went back into the house. He heard a footsteps, which meant someone was awake. It was coming from Ron's bedroom.

Harry bolted back up the stairs, his heart racing. He almost ran into Ron, who looked very awake seeing Harry bolting towards him at top speed.

"AHHHHHH!" Ron had not been expecting Harry to nearly run him over. Neither did Harry.

"Ron, something's wrong. No one is awake. Not Hermione, not your parents... and Ginny is gone!"

"Gone? Where to?"

"No, Ron," Harry said in a tone Hermione often used to scold Ron, "I mean she's gone. As in not here at all. Missing."

Ron's eyes bulged in panic. "Gone?"

"Yes, Ron. Gone. And in danger."

Ron bolted upstairs to Ginny's room at a speed nearing Harry's when he ran up the stairs. A small scream signaled that Ron had nearly ran over Hermione. Harry ran upstairs to join them.

"Ron, you scared me!" Hermione gasped.

"Hermione, Ginny's gone."

"W-what?"

"Ginny's gone. She's no where to be found."

"WHAT? Why, we can't just stand here, we have to tell Mrs. Weasley!"

"Tell me what?" asked Mrs. Weasley cheerfully. "My, I haven't slept so well in so long, but it's so late-"

"She's gone."

"Who?"

"Ginny. Harry looked everywhere, she's not here," said Ron.

Mrs. Weasley's smile faded quickly.

"She's gone? My baby's missing? Oh dear, oh dear! ARTHUR! ARTHUR!"

Arthur Weasley woke up with a groggily quick start. He had a headache. He quickly realized that he was late for work. He soon heard Molly's panicky voice crying his name hysterically.

"What, what is it, dear?" he said.

"Ginny, she's gone! She's missing! What are we going to do, Arthur?"

"Ginny's missing?" The words went through him. He felt like he knew something about it, but he wasn't quite sure. He couldn't remember. Realizing the seriousness of the event, he quickly dressed and headed off to work.

"I'll get several Aurors on the case. Mad-Eye, Tonks, and Lupin said they would stop by later today with the children's school things. Trust me, they will know by then." Arthur, after quickly kissing his wife on the cheek, quickly Disapparated.

Harry knew something wasn't right, aside from Ginny's being missing. How come everyone woke up at the same time? Hermione would surely have been awake by the time Ginny was found missing. Mrs. Weasley would've been cooking breakfast by then. Mr. Weasley would've been on his way to work. Not today, though. They all woke up at nearly the same time...

Harry suddenly realized something. But he had to check first.

"Hermione, you got up pretty late today."

"Yes, Harry... I set my alarm clock to 6, but I guess I didn't hear it. I was pretty tired last night, especially after drinking that pumpkin juice... but you know, you do get tired after eating and drinking."

"Hermione, what are the effects of a sleeping draught? A really powerful one that would last for, say, eight or hours or more?"

Hermione was a little shocked at Harry's sudden interest, but was more than happy to tell.

"Harry, don't you ever pay attention in Potions? Well, anyway, you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep nearly immediately after consumption. Everything feels comfortable and dreamy. When you wake up, it is immediately with slight confusion, depending on how potent the dose is... a more complex one that lasts for eight or more hours, would apply here..." Suddenly, it dawned on Hermione, too.

"Harry," Hermione began slowly, "are you saying that we had a sleeping draught last night?"

"How else could all this have happened? I think it's more than a coincidence, Hermione; you slept in TWO hours, and you went to bed EARLY. You're like a Swiss clock, you're never a minute off, which makes it strange you got up so late..."

"But, Harry," Ron began, "... wait, a Swiss clock? What the heck is... well, anyway, how could anyone slip us a sleeping draught? We're at my house."

"Well," said Harry, thinking up a theory, "perhaps... perhaps... the pumpkin juice was spiked, as we all fell immediately asleep afterwards... it was pretty early for us to turn in, Ron, seeing as we're usually awake until one in the morning (Hermione looked disapprovingly at Harry and Ron)... and... whoever gave it to us-"

"But Harry, my dad gave it to me, directly. I even saw him pour it into the goblets with his wand and and everything. My dad wouldn't have-"

"Unless it wasn't your dad, Ron," Harry concluded. "Or your dad wasn't himself last night."